#like during the dream I’m like ‘this is fine and totally normal’

[stealingyourbones]

Did some sketches of things I see in my dreams and I comply can’t convey the sheer foreboding and sense of otherworldly daunting forces in my drawings

#if I wake up mid dream I’ll remember it. they’re always like vaguely terrifying tho #like during the dream I’m like ‘this is fine and totally normal’ #but when I wake up I’m like ‘oh wait that was fucked up actually’ #like apparently most people don’t see lots of dead shit in their dreams??? idk I also lucid dream like 30% of the time so ig I’m just odd #bones speaks

[theemporium]

[5k] neither of you considered the possibility of your family and friends finding out about your relationship. however, in a series of events, they discover you and quinn are together. but it's fine as long as luke doesn't find out, right?

part one // series masterlist

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When the season started, you thought it would be easier to hide your relationship from everyone you knew. Never once did either you or Quinn expect to be caught. 

And never once did you think the first person to learn about you and Quinn would be Trevor fucking Zegras of all people.

Before the semester had even started, it had been an unspoken agreement between you and Quinn that you would fly out during reading week. It would be difficult to avoid questions—mostly from Luke who would be offended you weren’t going to fly out to New Jersey—but it was doable. It just took a few weeks of you dropping hints and clues about flying out to Canada to your best friend for him to not really question it when you said you were going to visit your brother. 

And after months away, it was a fucking dream to have this week with Quinn, to settle that uneasiness in your chest that had been lingering since you left the lakehouse that summer. 

You both knew the hockey schedule was insane. You knew neither of you could really leave his apartment. But with a string of games at home for the week, it seemed worth having that week together. 

You didn’t think anything could go wrong.

“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?”

Your fingers paused the random shapes they were tracing on his bare chest, moving to lift your head to find him already staring at you with a fond look. 

“You. Us. This. Everything.” You listed off, your lips twitching upwards when he rolled his eyes. “What? You asked and I answered.” 

“I think you’re holding out on me,” Quinn retorted, his hand squeezing where it rested on your hip. “Wanna share what things you were thinking about? More specifically, those thoughts about us.” 

You snorted. “Get your head out of the gutter, Hughes.” 

“Maybe you need to get your head down there,” he countered and, before a witty response could even pass your lips, he had flipped you both over until you were laying on your back with him looming over you. “It’s fun down here, I think you’d like it.” 

You tucked your lip between your teeth. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed as his fingers traced up and down your bare thigh, a small grin on his face when he felt your body shiver in response. “Gave me a few ideas too.” 

You swallowed harshly as you noted the dark glint in his eyes, the way your stomach twisted in desire as his fingers kept moving upwards. “Like what?” 

Quinn’s smirk widened a little. “Like—” 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! 

Your brows furrowed in confusion, feeling as though your body had been doused in cold water as you sat up a little. “Were you expecting someone?” 

Quinn frowned, sitting up himself as he tried not to show his clear annoyance at the interruption. “No, I told the boys to call me if they needed me outside of practice. I don’t know who that could be—” 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! 

“You should probably go get that,” you murmured, trying to bite back your smile as Quinn grumbled something under his breath. 

“If it’s any of the boys, I’m making them do bag skates at practice,” he huffed, crawling out of the sheets and reaching for an abandoned pair of sweatpants on the floor before he left the bedroom. 

He could feel his annoyance brittle when the person knocked for a third time, this time hitting the door over and over again until Quinn reached for the handle and yanked the door open. 

The last person he expected to see was Trevor Zegras on the other side, grinning at him like it was a totally normal thing for him to be on Quinn’s doorstep on a random Tuesday. 

“There’s my favourite Hughes!” 

Quinn blinked once. And then twice. And then a third time just to make sure he was actually standing there. 

“What the fuck, Zegras?” 

“I wanted to surprise you! We didn’t have anything on before the game on Thursday so I thought I’d head up a day earlier than the others and—” Trevor paused, seeming to catch on to the way the older boy was glaring at him. “Geez, this wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“I—” Quinn took a deep breath. “And what reaction were you expecting?” 

“At least a hug, I mean—” Trevor moved to take a step forward, his arms open like he was going to reach to hug the other boy, only to pause. It was like he was finally taking in Quinn’s attire for the first time—or the lack thereof—before his eyes focused on the blossoming bruises along his neck and collarbone. 

It was scary the way the grin spread across his face.

Quinn frowned. “What? Why are you doing that with your face?”

“You got a girl in here, Huggy?” Trevor grinned, not even giving Quinn a chance to react before he was pushing his way into the flat. “Aw shit, Jack never told me you were seeing someone! Is it new? What’s her name? Is it a dude? Listen, I don’t judge! I’ve seen the edits with you and Pettersson.” 

Quinn blinked. “I—what?”

He was still standing in shock, trying to process the words that just left Trevor’s lips before he realised the boy was walking deeper into his flat. His eyes widened, his brain shutting out whatever random rambling that was coming out of Trevor’s mouth as he tried to reach out to stop the boy—but it was useless. 

It was like the whole world froze when Trevor shoved the bedroom door open. His words came to an abrupt stop, his jaw hanging open as he looked at you sprawled on Quinn’s bed with a sheet covering your clearly-otherwise naked body. He looked at your face, then back to Quinn before they settled on you again.

“YOU’RE BANGING LADY HUGHES?!”

Quinn winced. “Why do you have to say it like that?” 

“I…oh my god…you…WHAT?” Trevor spluttered out, looking between the two of you like you were aliens to him. “How long has this been going on? Why the fuck did no one tell me? What the fuck?”

“Well, we can’t tell you something nobody else knows,” you supplied with a sheepish expression.

His eyes widened further. “Nobody else knows? Like at all?” 

You shook your head.

His face instantly brightened. “So I’m the first?” 

“Not by choice,” Quinn grumbled under his breath.

“You can’t tell anyone, Trev,” you said, a pleading look on your face. “Especially not Luke. We are gonna tell him…just not yet. You cannot tell a soul, not even Jack.” 

“I won’t. Scout’s promise.” 

Quinn glared at him. “Were you even a boy scout?” 

“No, why do you ask?” 

“I—” Quinn just shook his head. “Can you just…wait outside whilst we get dressed?”

“Aw, I knew you’d be happy I was here, Huggy,” Trevor beamed, patting the older boy’s cheek before he bounced out of the room, most likely helping himself to whatever was in Quinn’s fridge. 

Quinn turned to you, looking exasperated but you just grinned. 

“Guess that’s one less person we have to worry about hiding from?” 

He just sighed deeply in response. 

…

Trevor ended up keeping his word, not telling a soul. Though, he did go out of his way to bug you and Quinn—mostly Quinn—about your relationship.

You would have thought the situation with Trevor would have prompted the two of you to be more careful. You thought it would have been your lesson learnt that not even the season being fully underway would be distracting enough for you to be as laid back as you were. You thought it was the small reality check you needed. 

As it would turn out, it wasn’t even two weeks later when the next slip up happened. 

It was a stupid, drunken promise that led you to the Hughes’ family home in Ann Arbor, bright and early on a Saturday. When the boys had revealed to you that all three batches of the cookies they had meant to make for a charity sale the university were holding had burnt to a crisp because all of them were incapable of baking, you had offered up your amateur baking skills to make a few batches. 

You were drunk and emotionally compromised and it was really hard to say no to the pleading eyes of Ethan Edwards.

However, with your kitchen barely being big enough to hold two people, Ellen had kindly offered her kitchen for you to use. Plus, she had been wanting to catch up with you since the semester had started, especially considering it was the longest time you and Luke had been apart.

It was somewhere in between the second and third batch when your phone started ringing on the counter. 

“Hey Ellen, could you grab that for me?” You called out over your shoulder, your hands preoccupied in rolling small balls of cookie dough to place on the tray. “Just answer it and put it on speaker.”

There was a beat of hesitation. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, just place it down on the counter beside me,” you said offhandedly, frowning at the batch of cookies as Ellen pressed the little green button and let the ringing stop.

You were elbow deep in a bowl of batter when a familiar voice echoed through the Hughes’ kitchen. 

“Hey babe, quick question: did you say you were coming up for Christmas break or not?” 

The whole room fell silent as you looked over your shoulder, finding Ellen already staring at you. She had an amused glint in her eyes, her lips twitching upwards in a smile that was a little mischievous—it reminded you so much of Jack. You dared a glance at the doorway where Jim stood, eyebrows raised in surprise but something quite happy in his expression. 

“Uh, can I call you back? I just have to…deal with something real quick.”

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, just…” You trailed off again, your cheeks burning as Ellen and Jim stared at you. “I’ll call back in ten minutes when I’m finished with these cookies, okay?” 

“Okay, miss you.” 

“Miss you too.”

The sound of the call cutting sounded through the kitchen and none of you said anything for a few seconds. And much to your surprise, it was Jim who spoke first. 

“God dammit, kid, you cost me twenty bucks!”

You blinked. “Huh?” 

Ellen smiled fondly, taking a few steps until she was beside you. She gave your elbow a soft squeeze, something knowing in her gaze. “I always knew you’d end up with one of my boys. Jim was just convinced it would be Jack.” 

Jim huffed. “I bet your parents twenty bucks each.” 

Your eyes widened. “My parents?” 

“We aren’t blind, kid,” Jim retorted, something soft and fond in his voice. 

Ellen snorted. “Clearly you are since you thought it would be Jack.” 

“I—” You started but you weren’t even sure what to say.

Ellen turned back to you, smiling like the whole conversation was normal. “I always knew it would be Quinn. I saw the way he looked at you, even when you were young.”

Your brows furrowed. “Quinn barely liked me when we were kids.”

And Ellen just laughed like that was the funniest thing you could have said. It wasn’t exactly the way you wanted either of your parents—Quinn’s and your own—to find out about your relationship. 

But, unlike Trevor, Ellen and Jim understood the unspoken rule and just how…complicated the situation was, despite Ellen’s insistence that her eldest son had been crushing on you for a lot longer than you believed. 

Nobody tell Luke.

…

It was your fault for leaving the room.

When you had enrolled in Michigan, there was a small part of you that was worried college would be the thing to tear you and Luke apart. In retrospect, it was a stupid thought to have. But you were young and scared and entering this unknown era of your life, and you just wanted to cling onto what you knew, what you were used to—onto Luke.

You realised pretty early on that the thought was stupid when the hockey team had practically adopted you. You were an extension of Luke, but it never felt like that. They were your friends as much as they were Luke’s, and you found yourself fond of these boys who had wiggled their way into your heart. 

Knowing you still had them despite Luke being in New Jersey made coming back alone so much easier. 

However, the life of a D1 athlete was an intense one, along with the fact classes were getting harder and assignments were getting longer. But the boys had practically demanded you come over at least once a week so you didn’t ‘forget who your new best friends are’, as they so kindly liked to say over and over again. Mostly just to annoy Luke.

It was one of those nights. You had made your way to their house after your last class, faceplanting down onto the couch until the group of you had decided on ordering pizza. You had some random comedy movie running on in the background, just senseless noise to accompany whatever random debates Ethan had managed to drag up. It was nice and easy and relaxing, and made you feel a little more sane in what was turning out to be a gruelling year. 

You were in the middle of showing Rutger a random video Jack had sent you of Luke decking it on the ice during practice when the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll get it,” you told them without missing a beat, leaving your phone in their hands as you collected the pizzas from the delivery man. 

What you weren’t expecting was to come back and find all of them staring at you with creepy matching grins on their faces.

You froze, eyeing them suspiciously. “What? What happened?” 

“You are a sneaky lil’ thing, aren’t you?” Rutger spoke up, looking far too smug over something you were still in the dark over. 

You glanced between them before your eyes settled on Rutger again, your confusion clear on your face. 

Rutger continued, “when were you gonna tell us you have a boyfriend?” 

Your body froze. “I don’t know what—”

“And when the fuck were you gonna tell us it’s Quinn Hughes?” Mark jumped in, turning your phone around to show a picture you and Quinn had taken during your last visit. 

He had taken the photo in an elevator mirror, your back to the camera as you wrapped yourself around the boy. But he was grinning, so big and unbothered and it was one of your favourite sights. It was one of your favourite photos of him. 

And it certainly wasn’t the photo you left them with.

“Did you go through my phone?” You finally managed to blurt out when words found you again. But the damage was done and you knew there wasn’t much you could do considering the last time they were aware, you barely spoke to the oldest Hughes brother.

“I can’t believe you kept this from us!” Ethan huffed out, shaking his head like he was genuinely offended. He probably was. He tended to be the more dramatic one. 

“I can’t believe Luke allowed this,” Mark snorted. 

You flashed them a sheepish smile. 

“Oh, dude,” Rutger murmured with a shake of his head.

“You can’t tell him. You can’t tell anyone.” You shifted in your spot, something a little desperate and pleading in your voice, and it was enough for the boys to sober up a bit. Become a little more serious. “We didn’t wanna tell anyone yet and I just…”

“We won’t tell a soul,” Mark reassured you, a soft smile on his face that eased some of the anxiety in your chest.

“As long as you tell us everything,” Ethan added, a knowing smirk on his face. “And I mean everything because how the fuck does any of the Hughes brothers have game?”

And you couldn’t help but snort in response.

…

Jack didn’t accidentally find out more than he put it together. 

It wasn’t often that the Devils and the Canucks met during the season but when they did, it was a family affair. You had decided to join the Hughes parents on their trip up to Vancouver, each of you wearing your hybrid Canucks/Devils jerseys that Ellen had custom made for these occasions. 

The game itself went by as you expected. There was a lot of media coverage on the ‘Hughes Bowl’, meaning each of the boys had been dragged into interview after interview before the game. It was a good game, a clean one too. You tried not to wince too much when the final buzzer blared through the arena and it was a Devils win. 

You knew Quinn would be a little gutted, even if he wouldn’t fully show it in front of his family.

The group of you had decided to head out to one of the Canucks’ favourite bars, something that Luke had whined a little about considering Ellen and Jim insisted they join. But it was wholesome and sweet and made you crave the summer weeks a little more than the current early January weather.

You were settled at the bar, laughing at Jack’s attempt to catch the bartender’s attention to order another round of shots he had dragged you into doing when you felt the warmth of another body settle beside you. For a short moment, you smiled thinking that maybe Quinn had snuck away from whatever conversation he had been stuck in with Petey and Jim. But when you turned your head, you found a stranger standing beside you. 

“Hey gorgeous,” he smiled, and something instantly unsettled deep within your chest.

“Hi,” you replied, short and blunt as you tried to shift away but there wasn’t much space by the crowded bar.

“Hey, where are you going? I just wanted to chat,” he said with an easy smile on his face, his hand resting on your elbow and you instantly jerked away from his hold. 

“I’m not interested,” you answered.

He laughed and the sound grated on your nerves. “That’s a bit presumptuous that I wanted something, sweetheart. Think you’re all that, huh?” 

“Just leave me alone,” you said as you took a step back. A part of you wanted to turn your head and try to catch Jack’s attention, try to ask for help. Another part of you didn’t want to look away from this man. You didn’t trust him.

He huffed out a chuckle. “Don’t be like that—”

“She said no. Fuck off now.” 

A mix of relief and surprise washed over you when you felt a body settle behind you, and you didn’t need to turn your head to know it was Quinn standing behind you, but you still did just to settle the tightness in your chest. 

His face was set in a blank expression, but you recognised it well enough. When he got angry—truly angry—he didn’t have a frown on his face or a crease between his brows. His face just looked…blank. Like he was so lost in his own rage that no expression could really encapsulate how he felt. 

You rarely saw it. He rarely showed this side of him.

His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to his body as his eyes never left the stranger’s. He tilted his head to the side when the man opened his mouth again, and that seemed enough to shut him up again. 

“Go.” 

The man decided to do the smart thing and scuttle into the crowd of people, disappearing with a blink of an eye until neither you nor Quinn could see him. But even with him gone, you couldn’t shake the uneasiness in your chest.

A second passed before Quinn moved, now standing in front of you with your face in his hands as he tore your gaze away from the crowd to look at him instead. His brows were furrowed together in concern, his lips turned downwards as he glanced over you to make sure you were okay.

“Hey, you with me?” He murmured, his voice soft and comforting and you clung onto it.

“Mhm,” you nodded, flashing him a shaky smile. 

His frown deepened. “Don’t lie to me—”

“I’m not,” you told him honestly, your hands fisting the material of his shirt like you were scared he was going to step away. “I just…you make me feel better.” 

His face softened and the last of his resolve went out the window as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close until you were pressed into his chest. You nuzzled your face against his sweater, letting the familiar smell of his cologne wash over you and calm the last of your nerves. 

And when you opened your eyes, you found Jack standing a few feet away from you. Quinn hadn’t noticed he was there and Jack made no move to announce his presence. But he gave you this smile, one that was kind and knowing and felt like a stamp of approval you didn’t know you wanted or needed from the middle Hughes brother. 

But Jack smiled at the sight of you and his older brother, raising his shot glass like a promise to keep your secret and knocking it back without a moment of hesitation.

…

You had no plans on telling Luke about you and Quinn the night it actually ended up happening. 

There was a mutual agreement between you both that you couldn’t keep it from Luke any longer. It wasn’t fair on him to be left in the dark, it wasn’t fair on you two having to sneak around and it wasn’t fair on the people who already knew having to keep your secret.

And with the normal season coming to an end, it felt like a clock was running against you to tell your best friend you were dating his brother before you were all locked in the lakehouse for the summer together.

When you had imagined the moment in your head, it was the three of you. You would sit Luke down, explain your feelings and hope that he wouldn’t feel too betrayed. You imagined he would say something stupid like ‘yeah, I already know, losers’ and you could live your lives happily ever after.

It was probably never going to happen like that, but you certainly didn’t expect it to happen like this.

After a rough season and a streak of rough games for Luke in particular, the news of the Devils’ head coach stepping down felt inevitable and, truthfully, it was a relief when you saw the news come through. Luke had called you, far too smug and giddy for someone whose team was technically without a key member—but you guessed it was mostly second-hand from the other boys. 

You swore you could hear Jack and Nico talking about popping open a bottle of champagne in the background when he called. 

It felt like an unspoken agreement for you to fly out when Luke told you about a huge party they were throwing that weekend. Not for the recent retirement, obviously. If anyone asked, it was a simple bonding experience for the boys to motivate them through the last leg of the season.

And somewhere between the beer pong game Luke dragged you into and the really strong margarita Simon made you, you had snuck off into a small bathroom to call the one person your drunk self craved to see.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You grinned at the sight of your boyfriend’s face on your screen, his hair tucked under a beanie as he walked around his apartment. “Hey, baby.”

He took in your flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, snorting a little. “Having fun?” 

“So much fun,” you giggled before letting out a heavy sigh. “I wish you were here.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised, like he was counting the days. He probably was. You knew you were too. “Spring break, remember?” 

“Hmm, I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” you mused, sinking back against the wall of the bath you were currently leaning on. “I’m sick of sharing my boyfriend with Petey.” 

Quinn laughed. “I thought you loved Petey.” 

You sighed deeply. “I do love that big, blond Swede.” 

He shook his head in amusement. “I’ll let him know. I’m sure he loves you too.”

You perked up a little. “Really?”

“Really, baby.” 

“Woah,” you breathed out, your eyes falling shut as you leaned against the cool ceramic of the bathtub. “I know I said it before…but I really wish you were here.”

Quinn’s face softened. “Me too, babe. Me too.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, probably some random drunken thought that you felt the insistent need to share with your boyfriend before knocking on the bathroom door interrupted you. 

You froze when you heard Luke calling your name on the other side. 

Quinn frowned at the way your face paled a little. “Baby, what’s happened? Who is it?” 

You heard shuffling on the other side before Luke’s muffled voice sounded through the door. “Are you talking to Quinn?”

You could have hung up. You could have told him you were talking to someone else entirely. You could have done a million and one other things that made more sense. However, for some fucking reason, your drunk brain panicked. 

“I don’t know a Quinn!” 

Quinn furrowed his brows in confusion.

There was a pause on the other side of the door before Luke tested the handle, finding the door unlocked. He let himself in, standing by the entrance as he stared down at you curled up beside the bathtub with a frown.

“Why are you hiding in here? I need another beer pong partner and Holtz sucks so—”

And because the universe liked to fuck with you, it seemed like there was some sort of lag on Quinn’s side because his voice was echoing through the small bathroom before you could even warn him about Luke’s presence.

“Baby, what’s happening? You’re starting to scare me.” 

Your eyes widened as silence suffocated the small room. You looked at Quinn before looking at Luke, who was looking at your phone with a mixed expression. 

“Did…did he just call you baby?” 

“No?”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you on the phone to Quinn? And why are you hiding in the bathroom? And since when do you talk to Quinn?” 

You flashed him a sheepish smile. “Since we’ve been dating,”

Luke blinked before he snorted. “No, I’m being serious.” 

You swallowed. “So am I.”

Luke let out another laugh, but this one was a little less convincing. “I…no, you’re messing with me. Jack put you both up to this, right?” 

You stayed silent. 

“Right?” Luke asked again, a little more desperate.

Your eyes shifted down to Quinn—the lag thankfully gone—before you looked back up at Luke with a nervous expression. You shifted so your phone screen was now facing him, watching as his eyes dropped down to his brother’s face. 

“We wanted to tell you—”

“You,” Luke sneered, his eyes narrowed. “You have been planning this.” 

You blinked. “Huh?” 

“He’s been planning this!” Luke said with such confidence, though that might have been the mix of rum and tequila talking. “He’s been planning this since the sour patch kids!”

Quinn shot his brother a look. “You think I’ve been planning to date your best friend since you were seven?” 

“Yes.” 

You didn’t have to look at the screen to know Quinn was rolling his eyes at his younger brother.

“How long has this been going on?” 

“A while.” 

“That’s not an answer,” Luke frowned before looking at you.

“Since last summer,” you whispered.

“Summer?!” Luke spluttered. “You two have been dating for eight months and no one knew?” 

You winced.

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “Who knows?” 

“Just Trevor,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. 

He deflated, blinking. “Oh, well I guess—” 

“And your parents and my parents and Ethan and Rutger and Mark and Jack,” you blurted out quickly, your cheeks heating up as Luke stared at you like he didn’t know you.

“So everyone but me?” 

“Luke—”

“Everyone but me knows?” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“This is just a bad dream,” Luke murmured to himself before nodding his head, a little more confidently. “No, yes. This is a bad dream influenced by Nemo’s shitty bartending skills. A bad dream where my older brother is stealing my best friend. It isn’t real at all.” 

You blinked. “Luke—”

“Just need to play out the rest of the bad dream and I’ll wake up,” he continued muttering away as he reached for the door handle, ready to leave the small, cramped bathroom. “Just a bad dream.” 

“Luke—” 

But he was already gone before you could say anything.

“Well, he’s gonna have a brutal reality check in the morning.” 

You turned your phone to glare at your boyfriend. Though, much to your surprise, he was grinning in response. 

“Quinn, this is serious.” 

“Baby, I know.” His face seemed to soften a little, but the smile remained. “But now he knows. This is what we wanted. And now we don’t have to hide.” 

Your annoyance melted away at his revelation, a warmth settling in your chest that only Quinn seemed to bring. “Stop being cute.” 

“I’m being realistic, baby. Now you can come up any time you want.”

You snorted. “I still have classes.”

“I’ll find a way around those too. You can’t stop me, baby, gonna tell the whole world how much I love you.”

Your face softened with a smile. “I love you too.” 

Quinn’s smile mirrored yours. “Now go make sure my brother doesn’t do something stupid whilst he thinks he’s in a dream. Mum will kill me if his face is plastered on a tabloid in the morning.”

“Pretty sure Jack will go out of his way to make sure that happens.”

“Please don’t let it happen.” 

You gave him a mock salute. “Aye, aye, captain.” 

He shook his head with a fond expression. “I’ll call you later, okay?” 

“Okay. Bye, I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

“And I love Petey.”

Quinn snorted. “Yeah, I love him too. Get in line.”

.

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[w0rmm1lk]

Heeeyyy you take requests right??

Bakugou x reader who’s Aizawa’s daughter where it’s reader’s birthday and Bakugou is planning this big surprise for them?? I think it would be super cute loll

sure!

character: Katsuki Bakugo(romantic), Shota Aizawa(Platonic)

reader: Aizawa Fem!child

Summary: bakugo wants to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday— but needs some help. Unfortunately Mina’s help wasn’t enough and he would need to specifically ask aizawa.

warnings: possible ooc, swearing,

other: established relationship, reader is in 1A, takes place during first year.

(I kinda failed at this one I’m so sorry— getting use to writing Fem!reader)

You and bakugo had been dating for about 4 months at this point. It wasn’t that long of a time yet bakugo had already met your parents. Well— that was mainly due to your father being both of your teachers.

bakugo knew your birthday was coming up soon. He would never admit to it but he had multiple reminders on his phone so he wouldn’t forget. It was your first birthday you would spend together while dating… despite that he wanted it to be a birthday for you to remember.

unfortunately for him, you can’t plan a big birthday for someone without help.

“Hey bakugo— what’s with all the staring? It’s kinda creeping me out-“ Denki speaking snapped bakugo out of his thoughts. He sent a glare in his direction. “Shut the hell up dunce face.”

“oooo~ thinkings about Y/N~~?” Minas voice broke through as she sat at the lunch table next to the two. “Tch- as if.” Mina laughed slightly at his response. “On the topic of Y/N, you get her anything for her birthday yet?” Bakugo seemed to freeze up at the question.

“oh my god have you actually not bought anything yet-? That seems weirdly unlike you!” “shut up I- I just want to make sure I buy the right thing.”

“Hmmm~? Then why don’t we help you out later then!” Mine suggested slightly leaning over the table, you could see her eyes sparkle.

“in your dreams! I can do it on my own.” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossed as he was slouched in his seat.

“cmon~~! Just let us tag along!” Mina was leaning so far over the table so her face was right up infront of bakugo. “Cmon man! You should totally let us come with!”

bakugo flinched slightly, he hasn’t even noticed kirishima had sat down beside him. “Ugh fine-! Just shut up already will ya?”

the “searching for a gift for Y/N” didn’t take long to turn into “Mina drags everyone through every store in the damn mall”

the results were— disappointing to say the least.

“ooo-! Let’s get her this necklace!”

“How much money do you think we have?!”

“this shirt is pretty cute-!”

“I’ve seen five seperate people wearing that on the way here- no way.”

“we could just go with the classic chocolates.”

“that’s too basic!”

and so on.

“Damnit— there’s nothing good enough in this shit hole.”

Denki turned to bakugo. “I mean— can we just ask her close friends what she wants? Maybe to get some ideas-?”

“dumbass— we are her close friends. Who the hell are we supposed to ask if none of us have any good ideas?!”

“I mean we could always ask—“

“don’t you dare.”

“cmon man! It’s not like we have much of a choice!”

and this is how bakugo found himself standing outside of the 1A classroom after school had ended. If none of Y/N’s closest friends knew what to buy her— then the next best person to ask was… her dad.

Bakugo hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. He was met with silence. He rolled his eyes not bothering to knock again as he walked right in.

of course he was met with a yellow sleeping bag on the floor fully zipped up. He let out an annoyed sigh about to leave before he heard the zipper come undone. he looked back to see the sleeping bag nowhere to be found and I aizawa standing in its place.

“what do you need?” Aizawa spoke in his normal monotone yet mildly annoyed voice. “I— I need help with something.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, it was unlike bakugo to go to someone for help, especially his teacher. This caused aizawa a small bit of worry but he didn’t show it.

“…with?” Bakugo looked away slightly as if embarrassed to say the next words. “It’s- about Y/N” he could feel aizawa gaze peircing through his skull. Aizawa eyes were glowing a bright red as his hair floated slightly.

“did something happen to her?” Despite asking a question it sounded more like a demand. “No! I just- i Need help with… something….” Aizawa softened his gaze, his hair and eyes returning to normal.

“do you know what kind of things… she likes…?”

“you’ve been dating for how long and you don’t even know what she likes?”

“no-! I- that’s not what I meant! Tch. I mean like— more personal things!”

Bakugo let out an annoyed sigh rolling his eyes. “I don’t even know why I bothered aski—“ “wait.” Bakugo turned back to aizawa. “I have a few things that may be useful.

needless to say— you got basically everything that you could even think of wanting on your birthday, it was a little concerning since you weren’t aware how bakugo learned about all the specific items you wanted, but— you were still happy.

(I am so sorry the end was kinda shit— im so fucking tired lmao)

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[mavrintarou]

[12:05 PM] Kuroo Tetsuro - A/B/O

I know you guys might have anticipated part 2 to Oikawa's story but I'm still finishing up on it! And to everyone who asked to be on the tag list - yes you all will be added and notified :) but here's a little distraction in the mean time...

Warning: explicit smut; A/B/O related explicit contents; Kuroo just being... Kuroo. .

Kuroo Tetsuro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his favorite coworker.

Y/l/n Y/n has been quiet with him all morning, giving him a quiet greeting in the morning and completely and totally ignoring him. He wanted to tease her about her attire but something about her vibe made him think twice if he didn’t want to get chewed up.

Who wears a turtle neck top with an oversize sweater that topped it with a long cardigan? Was she that cold?

She had a serious expression every time he looked in her direction, and it was concerning to him, Y/n was always happy, cute, and adorable.

What really answered his assumption that she was ignoring him was when she dodged him smoothly down the hall when called out her name. As if she did not hear him call her name, she disappeared into the women’s bathroom. Tetsuro waited five minutes outside before walking away.

He looked down at his attire, does his suit smell? He swore he sprayed his cologne on.

Tetsuro couldn’t find Y/n during lunch, normally, they all ate lunch together but she was not at the table.

“Where is Y/n?” Tetsuro asked setting his tray down. The spot across from him was usually where Y/n sat, it made it easier for them to trade food every day but today the spot was empty.

Val motioned he had a mouthful of food and swallowed, “she went home, I don’t think she is feeling good.”

Tetsuro nodded before taking out his phone out. You okay? He texted.

No response.

The rest of the day, Tetsuro was antsy. He felt hot and then cold. He noticed his sense of smell had become more sensitive all of sudden. He tugged his tie loose to the point it was hanging off around his neck. The first four top buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“I’m leaving,” he announced, his suit jacket was in his hand, and he was out the office doors before anyone could respond to him.

.

He knew where Y/n lived.

Of course he would, he was her superior.

He knocked, more like pounded on her door. “Y/n, it’s me, Tetsuro.”

No response.

“Just…” he pleaded, desperately. “Are you okay? Talk to me… please?”

His phone vibrated, a text message coming through.

I’m fine, I’m good, I’ll be better in a few days. Please leave.

“No, I need to see it for myself that you’re truly okay!” he shouted, not caring that the neighbor could hear.

Tetsuro, if you must really know, I’m in heat. Leave. Now.

His eyes scanned her message five times.

His heart pounded against his chest loudly and his throat feels dry.

“Let… let me help you.”

No.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/n. You can trust me.”

Tetsuro can see the text bubble but it would appear and disappear.

“You can trust me, Y/n. Let me help you.”

You shouldn’t trust me.

“I trust you. You know that.” He pounded on the door again, “Y/n!”

She wasn’t texting him anymore.

Tapping on her contact, he called her.

It rang.

And rang.

Pick up the call, he texted.

He called her again.

It rang.

And rang.

Just when he was about to text her again, the other line clicked. “Y/n! Open this door now.”

“I dreamed about you.” Her voice was quiet. “This morning I dreamed about you and… I’m so ashamed. I need you to respect me and leave, Tetsuro.”

His blood shot down south to his groin, of all times, he felt himself get hard just at the sound of her calling his first name. She never called him by his first name before.

It was always Kuroo-san.

“I like you, Y/n. I like you romantically. I have liked you for a long time… it makes me feel happy… excited that you dreamed about me because…” he knocked his head against her door, “I dream about you all the fucken time.”

Tetsuro jumps when he hears the door click and steps back as the door cracks revealing Y/n, with flushed cheeks, kissable lips and reeking sweet aroma.

The door slammed shut behind him as he enters her place, he barely taken off his shoes before he already grasped her face in his large hands and brought her lips to his to kiss her hungrily.

He backed her into the hallway, and she bumped into the wall before he spared her lips for a second, “I’ve imagined this for so long…”

Her eyes drop to his lips, and she leaned forward to peck his lips before biting down on his lower lip.

The one hand resting beside her head was ready to puncture through the wall as he restrained himself.

Tetsuro has imagined many times about kissing her. With their height difference too, she would have to really push herself on the tip of her toes to reach his lips.

But at this moment, he was desperate and was bending down to meet her lips.

His hand grope her waist, finding the end of her shirt and sliding his palm underneath and the feeling of her hot skin against his only drove him crazy. He cupped her breasts and tweak her nipples, tugging and twisting.

Her soft moans urged him and ignited the flames inside of him.

“I need you,” he mumbled against her lips. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned when her barely covered pussy pressed against his bulge. If he could only get rid of his slacks and her shorts, he could slip himself easily into her. He could feel her heat searing. “Bed… bedroom… tell me where your bedroom is?”

“Down the hall, first door to the left…” she murmured against his neck, nipping and sucking the skin there.

With his long strides, he kicked open the door and move to set her on the bed. He doesn’t wait, pressing a hand down her chest to tell her to stay down while he slips off her shorts and the moment the last barrier is stripped away, her sweet scent hits him with full force.

He takes a whiff of her scent and groans before spreading her thighs apart and devouring her pussy like a sacred ripe fruit.

“Mine,” he growl, slurping and licking. “You’re mine…” forever.

No one will touch what is his…

Y/n moaned and squirm under his touch, “more…” she begged, she tugged off her shirt, touching her chest. “More…”

Tetsuro looked up while sucking her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her at the same time. When two of his fingers slipped in easily, he added a third to stretch her out. She was so wet and so accommodating that he knew she was made for him.

Her hips tremble as he suckled her dry. “Tetsu!”

His tongue continued to flicker against her swollen nub until she as pushing his head away, crying from overstimulation.

Tetsuro smiled in satisfaction, stepping away to allow his sacred fruit to recharge as he takes off his clothes.

He is surprised by the scowl on her face as she sit upright and tug his wrist as soon as he was naked like her. He fell on top of her and the touch of skin against skin was enough for them both to lose all senses and give into nothing but passion.

She flipped him onto his back and straddled his thighs. As if she wasn’t already driving him mad, she teased him more, riding his left thigh.

“I dreamed about stroking you and sucking you off… and then before I woke up…” she runs her palm against his chest and rubs his pucker nipple between her finger tips. “You fucked me hard from behind…” She crawled forward until her mouth was centimeters away from his. “Can you make my dream come true?”

Tetsuro stared into her eyes, “anything you want, baby.”

She smiled, the smile he loves so much. She scooted back and takes his long cock into her hand; her hand alone couldn’t wrap fully around. She stroke him and taking in just the tip into her mouth.

She showed him no mercy by immediately taking him as far as she could, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

It was his turn to squirm under her touch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he swore, covering his face. “This is so good… you’re too good… fuck… your mouth, baby…” He groans, “baby… please… give me your pheromones.”

This should be about her, but Tetsuro felt like he was the one in rut.

His cock twitched inside her mouth as soon as he is hit with her pheromones.

It is beyond what he could have ever imagine.

He would gladly drown in it for the rest of his life.

Never sharing this… no, he can’t even bare the thoughts of letting her go now.

“’nough…” he taps her cheek, “let me fuck you from behind now… please…”

Y/n mouth lets his hard cock go with a pop sound and shifts off of him to position herself on her hands and knees. Tetsuro comes from behind and he stares down at Y/n, waiting for him.

She looks over her shoulders at him and as soon as she felt it, his alpha pheromones, she submitted, pushing her ass higher and giving herself to him.

He runs his large hand down her lower back to her shoulder blades, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you’re mine…”

“I’m yours, yours Tetsuro…”

God, he loved how she said his name. It was as if it was hers now, he is hers.

He smiled, “and I’m yours, Y/n. Yours only.”

She rest her head on the bed, smiling. “Breed me, breed me by the end of the night... make me yours as you promise.”

He was not in rut, but that doesn’t mean the chance of breeding her while she was in heat was impossible.

Tetsuro would have to wait for his next rut to knot her and if she wasn’t already breed then, he would breed her with his knot and mark her.

“I shall,” he promise and slides his cock into her pussy in one thrust.

He takes a few second to allow them both to come adjust. His cock is cuddled warmly and softly inside her pussy, and he never wants to be anywhere else.

He grips her hips and starts thrusting, long and hard strokes.

Her moans echo her room with the sound of skin slapping skin. Her fingers grip tightly against her comforters, holding tightly against his thrusts.

Tetsuro drapes over her, rutting as if he too is in rut. The tip of his cock is so sensitive that every time it touches the opening of her cervix, it sends shivers down his cock. His sacks, heavy with cum bounces and smacks her clit with each thrust. His nose trails along her shoulder until he can smell where her sweet scent is most radiant and as soon as he finds the spot that is emitting, he licks the spot before his teeth chomped down.

The mark wouldn’t be permanent, but it was a good enough temporary mark for now.

Her whimper and cry of his name pushed him close to the edge and Tetsuro releases the skin and withdraws, flipping her onto her back.

A hand combs his damp hair back and out of his eyes, Tetsuro’s half hooded gaze falls on Y/n’s tear streaked face. Happy tears.

“I want to see your face as I cum inside of you…” he widens her legs before teasing the tip of his cock pass her folds and gently thrusting fully. He hovers over her, keeping their eyes locked as he makes sweet love to her.

Y/n cup his face, thumb rubbing his cheeks, “I… I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers in returned, “I love you too…”

Tears slip from the corner of her eyes, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t cry…”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close.

His arms slip behind her knees and pushed her knee further into the bed, feeling his cock sank deeper.

“So close… so close – gonna cum… going to breed you…” he muttered hotly into her ear. He pounded into her thrice before his hips shake with spasm.

“Tetsu…” her weak cries resonance as she filled hotly with his cum to the point she feels the overspill. “Wait… too much…”

Tetsuro chuckles and pulls back to look down at her, “there’s no such thing as too much…” he kissed the tip of her nose. He shifts down to her chest, taking a whole mound into his mouth, swirling his tongue against her nipple.

He winced at her squeezing around his sensitive cock that he lets go. He admires how red the nipple has become under his mouth. His palm squeezes both her breasts, “I want these filled with so much milk.”

At his own statement, he feels the last ejaculation and convulse.

“How… how do you cum so much?” Y/n asked innocently, wincing at being filled to the brim. She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge.

Sitting upright, he leans back and slowly withdraw and immediately his cum gushes out.

“If I am correct, this is nothing compared to when I knot you…”

Her eyes widen. “You will cum even more then this?”

“Well, yes, if I don’t successfully breed you now, when I am in rut – my knot will surely impregnant you.”

.

Val looked at Tetsuro and Y/n suspiciously as they enter the room together a few days later. “Why… do you two… look…”

Tetsuro lifts his hand, the hand that’s intertwined with Y/n’s, “we’re together now.”

. . .

E/n: Believe it or not, Kuroo was my first HQ love... lol and then it became Sakusa and Suna... I have a thing for these dark hair 2D men.

>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

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[jestersfinaljest]

Could you write for the wonderful, amazing, beautiful, silly Ace Trappola? Like him falling in love with a male reader who isn’t the prefect and is just a normal student and is totally in denial that he’s gay? (Sorry if that doesn’t make sense)

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‘Okay, I’m man enough to admit when a guy is pretty, I mean, Pomefiore guys have some pretty guys, I am confident in my sexuality to admit that!’ Is what Ace kept telling himself. He had quite literally bumped into a student, just a student from another dorm, just a normal student. A totally normal student who had made his heart pound in his chest. Ever since that encounter, Ace has been out of it, making up excuses in his head, saying things to himself like, “I’m not gay, I can’t be.” or “My heart was beating like that for different reasons!” But deep down, he knew he couldn’t deny it.

The student he had bumped into had very little thoughts about the ‘incident’, sure he thought about it a couple of times, seeing the ginger’s flushed face before he ran off, leaving him slightly confused with a newfound liking. He just stood there after the ginger ran away, questioning a little bit, but nothing he wouldn’t lose sleep over.

Ace, on the other hand, lost tons of sleep, waking up from dreams of kissing or cuddling with the student. 'I don't even know his name! And now I'm having dreams about him??? This is crazy, this didn't even happen with my girlfriend in middle school!!' The more he kept denying that he may have a thing for the student he bumped into, the more the student was on his mind. He had seen him around NRC, just peacefully walking around or chatting with a friend, and every time he did he made a beeline to the opposite direction of him. Now come on, Ace thought he did a good job keeping his little problem under wraps, but it's Ace we're talking about. The ginger got distracted during so many basketball practices that it got the attention of Jamil and Floyd. They didn't bring it up, yet, but time will tell when they would. Deuce and the Prefect had brought it up though.

"I'm just saying, you seem to be pretty distracted lately, we're just concerned is all." The Prefect had told him, Deuce standing next to them nodding full heartily. "Yeah, so what's got you like this? It's weird hanging out with you when you're not so loud and annoying." His arms were crossed over his chest, continuously nodding like he was only saying good things. Grim was too distracted with eating a can of tuna Prefect had bought him from Sam's store to even care what the topic of the conversation was about.

"I'm fine! It's just.." Ace felt hesitant to tell them about the feelings he had so desperately wanted to leave. He wasn't sure how they'd take it, I mean, in an all-boys school? What if they get disgusted by him and think he's weird or gross? These are concerns he'd never think he'd have to think about. "I think I might like the guy I bumped into a week ago, okay??! And I've been stressing with these feelings because I just can't be gay, can I??" Ace felt a weight being lifted off his heart, and then a heavier one dropped down. His heart pounded with anxiety and fear at their reaction.

"Well, why not? Being gay is normal. It's not necessarily a bad thing, you know." Prefect had said something first, shrugging their shoulders. "There's probably a lot of gay people in NRC, I already have a couple of suspicions..." They trailed off, looking away to the side. Deuce, once again, nodded in agreement before stopping himself. "Yeah, that's right--What, uhh, no. Not that last part, uhm, anyway...What me and Prefect mean is that we don't mind who you like because, at the end of the day, you're still our friend!"

A truly lovely and heartwarming scene for Ace, who was given love, support, and confidence to talk to the student! After sorting out his feelings and emotions, he went out and walked around campus for a bit, searching for the student. Around ten minutes passed and he finally found him, sitting on a bench in the courtyard, on his phone. He summoned all of his courage and sat down next to him, his leg starting to bounce out of nervousness. The student had heard someone sit next to him, and by Seven, did Ace feel something when the student clearly brightened up seeing his face.

"Oh, hey! It's you, the guy who bumped into me and then ran away!" He chuckled lightly and turned his head to face Ace, who was feeling extremely jittery and suddenly a bit aware. "Ah, yeah, uhm, I'm sorry about that...I just wanted to apologize for that. I'm Ace Trappola, freshman." The student nodded, "Apologize accepted. [Name]'s the name, also freshmen." Ace felt his heart skip a beat, he finally knew his name. They both stayed silent for a while, too awkward to say anything, maybe.

After a moment or two, one of them finally spoke up, neither of them knew who said it at the time, but one of the two knuckleheads blurted out,

"I think you're pretty cute...!"

Cue matching red faces and a pair of freshmen with no clue what to do now.

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a/n: i am so sorry if this is not what you wanted, i usually work better when i have thorough details, since i always want to give the reader exactly what they want so...but thank you for requesting!! this is my first time writing for someone who isnt a friend.

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[one-idea]

HIII, how are u doing?? hope everything's fine! I've just read the reverse strawhats au and I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG YOUR BRAAAAAIIIN

if you'd like to share it, do you have plans about sabo and deuce's role in the au? I'm. totally normal and not insane at all about sabo haha (lies) so I'm very curious about what would have changed about his backstory (if anything) and how he would react to luffy's death and seeing ace again (which is gonna leave me an emocional wreck because omg their little brother DIED- that was their baby brother that they swore they'd protect and now he's dead and won't be able to realize his dream and sabo wasn't even there and ace had to see his baby brother die in his arms and was all alone and the GUILT that'd be eating sabo up would be just... GOD... and ace wondering why sabo left and didn't contact him at all during all these years... if that's even his brother at all or someone pretending to be him and ace would be livid!!)

as you can see I'm perfectly sane about the asl brothers. anyways! I'm also curious about what would have become of deuce if he didn't meet ace, would he even be a pirate at all? do they have any conection?

I loooveee your ideas for this au, thank you so much for sharing it with the world, we all appreciate it !!

🐝

Hello my friend, I’m doing well.

Ohhhh thank you so much!!!!

Oh Sabo and deuce my beloveds.

I have to be honest with you. I haven’t got to Sabo yet. I know his story beats but I’m just not there yet. So everything I say is still very fluid as it might change once I met him and get a firmer grasp on his character.

That being said I love everything you have here!!!

Right now I have Sabo mostly the same. He still grows up with Ace and Luffy. Still gets blown up by the celestial dragons. And still ends up with the revolutionary army.

Things will change a little. Luffy is executed for being Dragon’s son (and for a familiar straw hat on his head) I need to get through Marineford before I can speak on this to much. I don’t know if I want the revolutionary army showing up to Marineford.

Because it plays out two ways right now.

One Shanks comes to save Luffy, with support from Whitebeard

Shanks still has his connection to Luffy. He loves this kid. And the Marines are trying to kill Luffy before he even gets started. Not happening.

Whitebeard joins in because Ace is his boy. Ace might bot be part of the crew but for two-three years Ace’s crew has been hanging around the Whitebeards. They have an alliance. Whitebeard knows of Luffy. Knows that’s Ace’s baby brother. And he was captured by Blackbeard. Blackbeard is a Whitebeard problem. He wants to handle it ‘in house’

So those two show up. Shanks to save Luffy and Whitebeard to protect Ace’s baby brother while also ‘fixing’ what Blackbeard did. (Luffy shouldn’t die because Whitebeard trusted the wrong people)

Obviously Ace shows but the rest of the crew is separated.

What else happens is up in the air at this moment.

The second option is that the revolutionary army shows ups as well

Shanks and Whitebeard still roll in for the reasons stated above

But Dragon doesn’t want his son to die. (He loves his son. He just can’t be with him) so he sends some of his men.

Originally they were going to break Luffy out of Impel Down but Ace messed up their plans.

A small branch of the Revolutionary army fights at Marineford. They can’t come at full force. Dragon can’t sacrifice that much for ‘selfish’ reason. But he would put someone he trust in charge of it. Sabo

I can see him going with a mask on so no one knows his face. After all he still wants to keep his identity a secret for now.

Maybe he runs into Ace in Impel Down. And it’s horrible déjà vu. He’s been having an awful headache since he first saw Luffy’s picture and being around Ace makes it so much worse.

He doesn’t get his memory back until he’s at Marineford and hears Luffy and Ace calling for each other. Sees them fighting Side by side. And his brain kicks back in. And it’s to much. His visions going out but he can’t stop. These people are important to him. He doesn’t fully grasp why but he has to save them.

Just in time for 🍩 to happen.

He passes out and has to be saved by Koala (probably still making decisions)

When he comes to he finally has all of his memories. And Ace and Luffy were right there when he passed out. He needs to find them!

Only for him to be handed a news paper with THAT picture in it.

And he knows he’s failed. And he thinks both of his brothers are dead.

How could he fail? He had been with Ace. They were going to save Luffy. How could he fail? How could he not remember them earlier? If he had would he have succeeded? Taken risks where he didn’t? Fought harder? He and Ace would have coordinated better that’s for sure.

But none of that matters because his brothers are dead.

Or so he thinks until he a few days later when the news shows Ace’s return to Marineford.

Ace is alive! But where is he? And how can Sabo ever face him again? He can’t even say he wasn’t there, he was and he failed both of them.

Again this is a loose idea. I still need to get through this part of the show. Ace and Sabo won’t officially meet till dressarosa where they have a LOT to work through either way.

(As you can tell I’m very normal about the ASL brothers as well)

As for Masked Deuce!!!!

I have a few ideas I’m chewing on for him. But my current favorite is to Kobyfy him.

Ace still meets Deuce on Sixis and they get off the island together. And make their way to Shell town. On the way there they have a bunch of conversations about their family’s and their dreams. Deuce wants to be a writer.

When they get to Shell town and meet Kuina, Deuce knows that Kuina is Ace’s first mate. An emperor of the sea should have the world’s greatest swordswoman at his side.

Deuce decides to go his own way. But he keeps up with the story of the reverse Strawhats (who I really need to give a name to) writing their adventures. He pops up in different places interviewing the people who witnessed Ace and the crews escapades and writes them down and publishes them. It’s running like an anti newspaper. Something the marines can’t control or twist.

He bumps into the crew every now and then (he and Ace have the biggest crushes on each other, Ace’s crew teases him relentlessly over it)

I think he’d get so good at gathering information, or so popular that the revolutionary army picks him up at some point. Using his paper as an information gathering tool and a way to spread revolution.

But this is just an idea. I think it’s really fun with him ending up with Sabo at some point. He talks about Ace and the crew constantly (way to instagram stalk your crush Deuce) and Sabo hears about Ace for years before he sees his picture/face and realizes that his friend/co-worker has been openly pinning to him about his big brother.

It’s embarsing for both of them when Sabo reveals that Ace is his brother. Deuce wants to die. Has openly waxed poetics about Ace to Sabo for at least two years. Sabo and Koala already teased Deuce before. Now he’s stuck with

Sabo who as his friend finds it hilarious but as a little brother doesn’t know how to feel.

Koala who is bringing up his crush as often as possible because it makes Deuce blush and now has the added benefit of making Sabo SWIRM

And worst of all Nico Olivia who is basically Ace’s new mom and is talking about wedding details and her FUTURE son-in-law. Deuce craves death.

This is one idea but again it’s all fluid right now.

Koby’s roll will be played by both Deuce (was saved by Ace and is now a fan/admire) and Isuka (the marine who chases after Ace, I’m going to put her on Garp’s crew of the fun of it.)

It can’t be Koby in the beginning because he would be a literal baby going into the marines and no one deserves that.

But this is where we stand so far. Like I said all ideas here are fluid.

I’m so glad you like my AU I’m hoping to start officially writing it this spring. But feel free to keep asking questions!!!

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random ted and rebecca thoughts, just having rewatched 1.04 and 2.04 like a cool kid:

i really like how the benefit in 1.04 is “~for the children~” but really ~*~*~for rupert to look good in front of a bunch of people~*~*~*, and then in 2.04 rebecca and ted are actually out delivering presents and doing something good for the children directly!, something rupert had stopped rebecca from doing during their marriage. which in turn implicitly frames ted as a more fitting our-values-are-aligned sort of partner for her.

the vaguely magical guardian angel energy in both eps, with the rickshaw guy in 1.04 while ted and rebecca are having their moment and rebecca showing up as ted’s guardian angel at the exact right scene of it’s a wonderful life in 2.04

also, just -- “i’m alone, ted” + ted immediately hugging her, and ted looking so crushed and alone in his flat and then rebecca standing there with her “hi ted” garlands, such a silly and time-consuming gesture of fondness, aaaaaah! (also, i love that rebecca has canonically thrown pebbles at his window to get his attention. that’s romance, baby!)

“ted lasso! my god!” “right back atcha, boss” + rebecca telling ted he looks perfect! :’)

buskers in both!!!!! ted and rebecca happily listening to the music together!!!

the contrast between ted asking rebecca if she wants to run away together on the rickshaw and rebecca not being able to take him up on it vs. rebecca whisking ted away for more adventures instead of him going back home/her going to elton john’s party! like, that moment in both where it’s like “we COULD spend more time together, or ...”

also i just really love them singing together all goofy!!!!!! what a dream come true!

why do these two episodes fit together so well in the tedbecca department. WHY!

i will be totally chill and normal about it if they don’t hang out in 3.04 and therefore this sacred pattern is broken. i’m fine. i’m FINE.

(that’s a lie. but i’ll try to conduct myself with dignity.)

#dollsome's deep thoughts #ted x rebecca #tedbecca #ted lasso

[writeforfandoms]

Ommmmg I didn’t just disappear after leaving like two asks cause of school…..totally didn’t do that…..

Anyways I’m my maladaptive dreaming during class I was thinking about a snow leopard shifter….and then them being a forced shifter cause duh.

Another ramble instead of getting my thought straight first

Like snow leopards are cute and shit and so billionaire probably turned some poor kid into one to keep as a pet. Like a kid being taken away from its life in a being forced with multiple operations to be turned into the animal to be kept as pet.

And just to add salt to the wound they’re treated terrible. Like locked in the cage and only coming out forced to preform dangerous mountain climbing tricks, which would be fine for a normal snow leopard or even a shifter. But the little thing cant seem to get it right, and back to the private hospital it goes after falling down cliffs.

This has been going on for a few years now, until suddenly they rescued! (Cause I want them to have a happy ending cause snow leopards are amazing and adorable)

And my daddy/mommy issues are telling me that it’s the 141 and now it’s fun loving platonic family feud shit cause babyforcedsnowlepord (that a mouth full) deserves the world

-♥️

Oooooh now that is an interesting angle! I mean I imagine the owner would want to keep the pet in decent condition, but still. Absolutely dehumanizing conditions. Expectations impossibly high. Literally a no win scenario for any forced shifter, and this poor snow leopard just. Hates everything.

But then! Rescue! It seems too good to be true! Especially with the 141, because you know they'd become so protective of this forced snow leopard. They'd be sure to teach the forced shifter about etiquette and how to work with your instincts and all kinds of things. Ghost would teach them how to hunt like a cat, Gaz and Soap would teach them about pack bonding and grooming time and pack cuddles, and Price would teach them control. Or at least how to channel that rage into something productive. They definitely get a happy ending because I am a sucker for a happy ending!

#❤️ anon #shifter au

[juniperss]

“Days Between”

Jinny {OC} x Eugene Sledge

Author’s note: uh yeah this wasn’t supposed to turn into a story but here we are…..I’m so normal about the childhood best friends to lovers trope with Eugene. I had this song on repeat the entire time I was writing

Tagging: @rosies-riveters (pls lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged that’s totally fine LOL)

Content warnings: none

Word count: 1,580

“You’ll write when you have the time?” Jinny asked, turning her head to the side to peer at Eugene. He was propped up on his elbows and twirling a strand of golden grass between his fingers, the sunlight shining against his face giving him an almost ethereal quality. 

Feeling her eyes on him, Eugene met her gaze and offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “ ‘Course I will. It’ll be like I never left.”

But of course that wasn’t true and they both knew it. Besides Sid Philips, Jinny was Eugene Sledge’s closest friend and he was her’s. The absence would be felt strongly and bitterly. It was bad enough that Sidney had already gone and the trio had been cut down to two, but now Eugene was going to leave too and Jinny wasn’t sure what her life looked like without him.  

The grass around them gave them the illusion of shelter from the reality that in just a few days he would be gone for bootcamp and then to war. The fields and woods were their safe place; their childhood playground and teenage hideaways when the responsibilities of everyday life got to be too much. If one of them wasn’t at home it was likely that they could be found here. 

“I’ll miss you.” Eugene spoke to the sky, but the words were meant for her. 

Jinny looked up too, catching sight of a flock of birds taking off. There was so much she wanted to say to him: that she didn’t want him to leave, that she loved him more than a friend should love another and that she had for so long but the words were stuck in her throat and sat there choking her. It would be selfish for her to tell him those things, she chided herself. Telling him not to go when she knew how long he had dreamed of fighting was selfish. And telling him she loved him and risking ruining a friendship before he went to war? So instead she put all of the meaning and desires that made them up and put them into another phrase: 

“I’ll miss you too.”

—

He was a liar. 

Jinny knew the thought were harsh, unfair, and frankly untrue as soon as they flashed in her mind. She quickly banished it, sending up a “I’m sorry” to the heavens, and retrieved the box of bandages from the top shelf of the supply closet she was currently standing in. 

 Eugene had written, just like he said he would and as often as he could, and with each letter was the confirmation that he was alive. A sweet balm of relief however temporary. The real reason for the stinging pain in her chest was that no amount of letters would truly make up for him not being home. Because she did miss him and she felt it so acutely every moment. She had carefully folded each letter and tucked them into her nightstand to read again and again when her mind refused to stop worrying. And after she had read and reread them, she penned her own letters to him. 

Recounting the mundane aspects of her life had seemed pointless and almost ridiculous when s he first put pen to paper. But the more she wrote and as her life shifted with her job at the hospital and rehabilitation center, the easier it came in sharing everything with Eugene. She hoped the stories about her visits to his parent’s home for dinner, her talks with soldiers during rounds, her ramblings about Sidney’s latest schemes now that he was home, her thoughts about everything and anything might lend the same sense of comfort his letters brought to her. 

Even now as she set to work organizing the boxes meant to be shipped overseas she began drafting a letter to him, one that she knew she would never send. 

“Dear Eugene,  I love you. I can’t wait to take our walks together again and talk. I don’t even care about what we say. I just miss hearing your voice. When you’re home, I’ll tell you that in person, as much as you can bear to hear me say it. Just come home safe, that’s all I want more than anything now or ever. Yours always, Jinny.”

—

The grass tickled her calves as it moved in the breeze that was sending the trees into a frenzy. It wasn’t as warm as it had been earlier in the day and Jinny was thankful for the reprieve from the constant sweating under its rays. Her eyes closed and arms crossed against her chest she let her mind drift away from the day just like she had when she was younger. Even though Sidney’s return wasn’t enough to erase the ever present stain of Eugene’s absence, having him home was a blessing and made walking their childhood route less bitter. Jinny had missed his constant talking and easy to come by smiles and she found some solace in busying herself with asking details about his upcoming wedding. 

But today she was making the walk by herself since Sidney was busy and just for a few moments with her eyes closed she could almost feel the peace that had been gone since the war began. How much she had changed shocked her when she truly sat down to think about it. She had been so concerned about others and focused on their wellbeing that her own growth and maturity had come as a surprise. She was tougher now in so many ways but a heaviness came with it and sat on her shoulders even as she left work behind for the day. There was still much of herself that she was figuring out. Yet in moments like this, in the silence and the familiarity and in the missing of her friend, she knew that there were still pieces of her old self there that hadn’t changed. 

“Hey, Jinny.”

The air left her lungs like she'd suffered a kick to the chest, mind not quite comprehending who that voice belonged to and how he was there and how it had most definitely come from behind her. She turned slowly as if he was Eurydice and she was Orpheus and looking back would send Eugene’s soul back to  the underworld. 

Because it was Eugene and he was standing right there with his arms at his sides looking so smart in his uniform. She stared, soaking in all of him, searching for signs of how much he changed in the time he had been away. He was skinnier and he looked tired, and there was that bone deep exhaustion that she saw in the face of every soldier she met at the hospital. But she could still see the laugh lines around his eyes and the sun touching his ginger hair making it glow, and she knew that this was her friend even with all that he brought back with him. 

And then she was moving and throwing her arms around him and pulling him into her body. There was the possibility that she was hugging him too tightly but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care as all the fears dissipated with him against her. He was solid and warm and his arms were around her waist now holding just as tightly as she was to him. She could feel cheek against her head and his breathing on her ear, and she wondered if he could feel her tears falling on him. 

“Sorry I didn’t write the last few weeks. I was going to write you one last letter, but I figured I could say it all to you once we were face to face.”

Eugene’s voice was muffled but she could still hear him. There was a half hearted laugh against his shoulder and finally, after another few moments of holding onto each other, Jinny allowed herself to step back. Her hands were still clasping his arms as if he would vanish without her there to anchor. He was smiling now and so was she, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I guess I can let it slide this time.”

His hand covered hers to hold it there. It was calloused and strong, so different from the hands she remembered before. She was surprised to see him looking at her with the same curiosity and searching that mirrored her own. He was trying to see the parts of her that had changed and fill in all the pieces of what her letters did not tell him about what he had missed of her life. Eugene swallowed hard and shook his head, still smiling. 

“I love you Jinny Collins.”

There were seldom moments in her life that she remembered being too stunned to say something. But standing here with Eugene in her arms Jinny found her mind reeling with his declaration. How many times had Jinny thought those same words? Even before he had left, she had dreamt of saying them to him.  How many times had she thrown away a draft of a letter that had those three words written carefully at the end? She had loved him for so long. And he loved her?  She cupped his cheek in her hand and stared up at him with teary eyes and uttered the phrase that she wished she had said the last day they were together in the field of grass: 

“I love you too.”

#oc: virginia ‘jinny’ collins #jinny x eugene #the pacific #the pacific oc #hbo war #hbo war x reader #my writings #my writing #🏷️ my writings #🏷️ my ocs

[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 7

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Faith

I kept time with the metronome as I pirouetted around my living room. I’d decided early on in my transition that I wanted to be more graceful, and ballet had seemed like a good way to accomplish that while staying in shape. Murder on the feet, but so worth it- I was, if nothing else, of a marginal amateur level of talent, which was all I was asking for. So, each night, I donned my workout garb, moved the orange couch and brown coffee table a few feet so they pressed against the back wall, rolled up the white carpet that normally covered the linoleum floor, and put on the metronome and danced around the living room.

The tumblers clicked on the lock, and my front door opened to reveal my handsome, dashing, wonderful roommate and best friend entering the apartment. 

I broke out of my pose and grabbed my towel off of the couch, blotting my sweaty face. “Hey!”

“Hi,” he said, taking off his suit jacket and sticking it in the coat closet that indented our apartment just to the left of the front door, hanging it alongside his leather jacket and my white overcoat.

“How’s it going?” I asked, switching off my metronome and pushing the couch and coffee table back into their normal positions in front of the plasma screen television.

“Oh, you know, it’s going,” Zeke said. “You have a good workout?”

“Yeah!” I said, trying my best to show off my winning smile. My orange sports bra and black tutu may not have been the most conventional ballet attire, but it did show off my abs, something I was very eager to do now that I had them. 

Dancing didn’t just help me get in shape and feel that sweet, sweet gender euphoria, either- it gave me a great opportunity to be alone with my thoughts and actually THINK them. And that evening, I’d come to two conclusions: one, my friendship and working relationship with Zeke was too important to risk destroying by asking him to be my boyfriend out of the blue, at least not when I had no idea if he felt the same way as I did; two, I wanted him to make the first move. Maybe I was old-fashioned, but the idea of the guy being the one to escalate the relationship from non-romantic to romantic really appealed to me. Plus, if I put out hints that I liked him, was a bit more flirty and forward than usual, and he slowly cottoned on to what I was getting at and then asked me out, then it would all be perfect. And if he didn’t pick up on the hints, or just wasn’t interested, I had plausible deniability. It was an immaculate plan, totally fool-proof. 

I put a hand on my hip and leaned forward to show off my modest boobs and toned abs and smooth legs. “How do I look?”

“Like you just worked out?” Zeke said, aiming for the fridge and retrieving his jug of cranberry juice. He reached into the liquor cabinet after that and pulled out the flask of vodka, then poured himself a shot of it mixed with a glass of cranberry juice. 

‘ Oh. Right. I was sweaty and gross. “Good point. I should hit the shower. After that, wanna hang out?”

“Sure, sure,” he said, nursing his drink, swirling it around in his hands, staring at the wall. 

“You okay, Zeke?” I asked, tilting my head. 

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, looked at the screen, and chuckled. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired.”

“Oh?” I said. “What were you off doing? I never got a chance to ask you before you left.”

“Oh, just hanging out with a friend.”

“Who?”

“Calloway,” he said. 

My eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, what?”

He took a long sip of his drink. “What?”

“Why were you hanging out with him?” I said, folding my arms over my chest and shrinking in on myself a bit. 

“Calloway texted me asking if I wanted to watch Gundam. I said yes, because I’m tired of all the weird hostility between us. And because I like Gundam,” Zeke said simply. “Honestly, Calloway is pretty cool outside of the ring.”

“Oh,” I said, taking a step back. “Fair enough. I… You can do what you want, but I’m probably not gonna hang out with him any time soon. You know that, right?”

“I mean, you two actually have more in common then you might think-”

“I… Am not crazy about that comparison, but if you say so, sure,” I said, taking another step back, pivoting left from the kitchen towards the hallway that led to the rest of our apartment. Finally, I turned around and went for the bathroom. “Glad you had fun, though. Seriously. You can never have too many friends. I’m gonna hop in the shower now.”

“Sounds good, Faithy,” he said, and he flashed that smile, and for a second everything was fine.

Everything was fine, fine, fine, fine, FINE. 

I showered, put my hair up in a towel, and wrapped a bathrobe around myself as I stepped out into the living room, where I found Zeke texting again while smiling that smile of his. The one that I knew wasn’t for me and me alone, but that I… 

No, stop that, Faith, he doesn’t owe you anything, I thought. He’s a person, and he can make his own decisions about what he does with his free time. 

Zeke and I wound up watching an old film noir that night, but I barely paid attention, and he was texting the entire time, smiling and chuckling every time his phone buzzed from a new message. I didn’t need to ask who it was.

***

The week went by normally, all things considered. Zeke and I worked on Dai Guren during the days, hung out and watched movies at night. Nothing was wrong, per se, but he was just always texting, and whenever I asked who he was talking to, he had the same answer:

Calloway. 

The one thing I found odd was that, despite the two clearly being close friends now (apparently), he always referred to Calloway by his last name. Never his first. And yeah, sometimes guys just did that, even with close friends, but even when he’d thought I was a guy Zeke called me by my first name. 

I tried to just keep it, keep him, out of my mind. Who Zeke spent his free time with was his business, and everyone needs more than one friend. I mean, I only needed one, but other people, yeah, they require multiple outlets for social engagement. And if Zeke and I were gonna start dating- which was not a guarantee, obviously, just something I’d really really really like to happen- then he would need a new platonic best friend. And I may not have been crazy about Keith Calloway, but hey, Zeke could do worse. Could be Olivia. 

Olivia. I had to go up against her in less than a week. I wasn’t crazy about that, but if nothing else, it might be a bit cathartic to defeat her. 

On Thursday morning, the day before our match, I decided to do a bit of shopping. I’d just gotten my monthly stipend from my parents- they were still a little iffy on the whole trans thing, still occasionally misgendered me and then immediately corrected themselves but got annoyed at me when I tired to correct them. But they were trying, and that was the important part. And hey, when both your folks are in the Army Corps of Engineers, wanting to build fighting robots for money is far from the worst thing you can do with your early twenties. I’ll get a real job someday- right now, though, I’m still figuring myself out. No reason I can’t do something I love while I do that. 

Zeke was passed out on the living room couch clutching his beloved baby seal plushie, Lacus. I jotted down where I was going and when I intended to be back on a sticky note and put it on his forehead. He didn’t wake up- the man slept like a rock, it was almost impressive- and I headed out. 

I cruised down Lincoln in the Star-Rocket Racer, weaving in and out of traffic as I headed for Venice. The best shops were in Santa Monica, but the more affordable and more trans-friendly ones tended to be in Venice. The air was warm with early-summer heat, the sky was clear and blue for miles, and the narrow street was uncrowded thanks to the just-shy-of-midday hours. The salty smell of the nearby ocean wafted through the air on a gentle, cooling seabreeze, and the clean street packed with shops and storefronts nearly sparkled in the sunlight. I wore my favorite off-white sleeveless sundress with a sunflower pattern, along with strappy wedge-heel sandals, a wide-brimmed black sun-hat, and a string of pearls around my neck that my mom had gifted me as a coming out present. I’d gone for a natural makeup look that day, subtle eyes and pink lipstick and just enough foundation to cover up my razor burn. My black cat purse was slung over my shoulder as I sauntered down the street, humming an Olivia Rodrigo song as I looked in the store windows. 

At the end of the street, I found a shop called ‘Surf Turf Apparel.’ Palm trees enclosed both sides of the brick store, and in the window was the most adorable green swing dress with white polka dots I’d ever seen. It looked a bit big for me (pros and cons of being hilariously short- thanks, hilariously short parents), but I could at least ask if they had anything more in my size. If not… I dunno, I could try shortening it myself. I’d always wanted to learn how to sew. 

I stepped inside and looked around- they had a lot of great dresses in here! Every style and color and fabric I could name, and plenty I couldn’t, hung from mannequins, harkening to eras as far back as the 1950s. At least one dress was there to represent each decade in the history of American fashion, standing proudly amidst the more standard beach apparel and SO MANY GORGEOUS HATS! I’d never been more in love with a shop this quickly! They had everything!

From the back of the store came an unnaturally high voice, what sounded like someone putting on a traditional female tone, perhaps someone, like me, who didn’t naturally speak in a feminine register. “Hi there!”

Poor thing- I’d gotten a bit better since I’d started doing vocal exercises on the daily. Maybe I could give her a few pointers. 

I looked at the source of the voice as she continued speaking, “Welcome to Surf Turf Apparel! How may I…”

The voice trailed off as I looked at the person behind the counter. We made eye contact. Prolonged eye contact. Prolonged, unblinking, silent eye contact. It was incredibly awkward. But when someone you low-key hated surprised you in a manner this thorough, it was hard not to be speechless and equally hard to look away. 

Calloway stood behind the wooden counter wearing a short-sleeved v-neck burgundy blouse, a golden butterfly necklace, and a full face of makeup- dark eyeshadow and red lipstick and very bold mascara. Her light brown hair was put up in a high but loose ponytail, with freshly-curled ringlets dancing about loosely on the sides of her face. Her eyebrows looked like they’d been freshly tweezed that very morning. It made her face look… Softer. Less aggressive. All of it together honestly made her look like a totally different person.

Was it ‘her?’ Should I be using ‘her’ for her? I should ask. 

But that would require me to do something with my mouth besides let it hang open in shock. Calloway, for her part, still wasn’t saying anything or blinking either. I think I understood now why Zeke had been exclusively using her last name around me. 

A tall, middle-aged woman (MILF, my brain automatically screamed) with long platinum hair, clad in a yellow A-line maxi-dress and flat white sandals, walked out from the back of the shop and said, “Close your mouth, Katie. Flies will nest. Also, you have a customer.”

“Hey, Mom, can I take my ten?” Calloway asked. 

“Sure. You want me to handle this one?” her evident mother asked. 

“Actually, Faith and I know each other, and we need to have a little talk.”

I was too shocked to react to this, too shocked to even do anything when Calloway… Katie, apparently… Grabbed me by the arm and shepherded me outside and into the alleyway next to what was APPARENTLY her family’s shop. Because of course it freaking was. 

“Okay,” I started, “So-”

“I’m not trans!” Calloway said, in that practiced high pitched voice of hers. 

I blinked. “Uh-huh. Right.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I shouldn’t say.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not something you should have other people confirm for you,” I said. “And because I think all this speaks for itself, so if you’re too blind to see it, then that ain’t my fault.”

She raised a finger, then lowered it and looked at the ground. “That’s a fair point.”

“So,” I said, arms folded together. Her eyes were instantly drawn to my chest, at which point I looked down and realized the fold was putting my cleavage on display. I tucked my arms away behind my back hurriedly. “Anyway. Was there anything else you wanted to say to me, or was it really just that?”

Calloway… Katie, or maybe it was still Keith on some level (hard to say with eggs this dense), exhaled audibly and said, “I need you to keep this to yourself.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said with a nonchalant shrug. 

“I mean it, Watanabe! I- wait, seriously, just like that?”

“Yeah, just like that,” I said, struggling to keep the monotone out of my voice. “Look, everything else that’s happened between us aside, I am not just gonna out somebody because of spite. I mean seriously, what kind of asshole do you take me for?”

She looked at me blankly, unblinking once more. 

My eyes narrowed. “Oh my God, what kind of asshole do you take me for?!”

She let her mouth hang open for ten agonizingly long seconds before saying, “Is that a rhetorical question?”

“It was, yeah. But now it’s not!” 

“I don’t think you’re an asshole! Okay, there! I said it. I just… Didn’t think you were gonna do me any favors because… Last time we talked, I… And you…”

I heaved a beleaguered sigh. “I… Uh, so about that-”

“I’m sorry for antagonizing you last season!” she suddenly shouted, stepping forward, grabbing my hands and squeezing them inside her own. 

My pulse quickened and my jaw dropped. What the heck was going on?

She kept going: “I just… I liked playing to the crowd. I get way too into it, though, and I forgot what’s fun and hammy for me might be obnoxious and overbearing to other people. I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about this, to your whole team about this, last year, instead of going after you every time I was on camera. I’m sorry.” 

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, sincerity and hope and despair radiating out from her very soul. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, her long lashes mesmerizing as she opened and closed her eyes rapidly. I could feel my face going red. Was I… 

No, no. She was cute in a freshly-hatched way, sure, but I wasn’t attracted to her- it was just aesthetic appreciation. 

“I forgive you,” I said, squeezing her hands back. “And I’m sorry for blowing up at you. I was… In a bad place. I’d just come out, and my girlfriend dumped me on the spot because of it.”

“Oh my God!” she said, finally releasing my hands from her grasp and putting them on her hips. Outraged painted over her face. “That’s horrible! That’s why she’s on a different team this year?!”

“Yup.”

“What a bitch!”

“Please don’t say that about my ex, I still care about her,” I said flatly. 

“Right! Right, sorry. I just…”

“You get carried away sometimes. I get it.”

“And you’re going up against her this week?” 

“Yup,” I said. “First match of the night, no less.”

“Ooof,” Katie said. I figured I should just call her that- seemed safest. “I’m going up against Haverfield and Ansible.”

“Ugh, I hate that guy,” I said. 

“Big same.”

“Kick his ass for me?” I asked.

She stood at attention and gave a salute, of the kind so formal it would make my parents proud. “Gotta make things up to you somehow.”

“Hey come on, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Yeah, but I do,” Katie said. “I’m tired of being the jerk. But if I’m going up against another jerk… Well, I’ll feel less bad about it. Also, I… I wanna be friends with Zeke. And since you two are besties… Well, you and I should probably learn to coexist.”

I smiled. She was so… Sincere, so earnest. It was really surprising. She was also much cuter like this, so that probably helped disarm me a bit. “Fair enough! To co-existence.”

“Here, here!” she said, extending a hand. 

We shook, and I’ll admit, I was taken aback by how firm her grip was. She was definitely intense, definitely a lot, but… Maybe she and I could be friends.

***

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[shadowblade217]

Thoughts on Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Episode 1!

- I’m so glad that they’re using chapter titles from the book as episode titles (and I feel very proud that I actually predicted seven of the eight episode titles for this season last year)!

- Love the opening scene with Percy’s narration.

- I feel like some people are forgetting this, but the scene of Ms. Dodds attacking Percy was almost exactly the same here as it was in the book. In both versions, there’s no actual “fight”: she transforms, she attacks him, and he immediately kills her. The only real differences were that Percy gets Riptide a little earlier, and that it happened outdoors in this version (which IMO is fine, because it gives us a clear demonstration of how the Mist hides things from normal humans). So the fact that he didn’t really fight her here isn’t actually an issue.

- I actually really prefer the aftermath of the Ms. Dodds incident in this version over the book, because it makes way more sense to me for Grover & Chiron to respond to the attack by immediately getting Percy kicked out of Yancy & sent home so they can arrange for him to go to camp right away where he’ll be safe, instead of spending a month or two gaslighting him for no reason first like they did in the book.

- I can understand why people might not like what they’re doing with Gabe, but I also totally get why they decided to tone him down a bit compared to his almost-cartoonishly-evil portrayal in the books, and I also didn’t really get any sympathetic vibes from him here. Plus, there should still be plenty of time to show more of his bad side later on in the season.

- So, I might be wrong, but in Percy’s dream… was that Mark F*cking Hamill as the voice of Kronos?? Because it sounded a lot like him, and if it is, that would be amazing!

- “You fell in love with God? Like… like Jesus?” is a line that really feels like it should’ve been in the books at some point, because that was hilarious. 😂

- I loved the interactions between Sally & Percy in the cabin scene.

- Grover being very true to the books with his constantly being nervous and on the verge of freaking out was fantastic.

- Loved Sally being a badass during the whole Minotaur scene, and the Percy vs. Minotaur fight was awesome.

- Super-excited to get into Episode 2!

#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo spoilers

[lexxiie]

Hi! I’m kinda new here and I read a few of your works and I just read you rules so I’m sure I’m not breaking any, but I was wondering if you could write how Chisaki would react o take care of his S/O who has cancer? I was recently diagnosed and it would make me happy to have my fav character take care of someone who has the same thing as me. Love your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

Hello, darling! I'm really sorry to hear that you're going through something so difficult, I truly hope everything turns out just fine for you. Sending you a hug and my best wishes. I myself had a close person to me suffering from cancer, I hope i'm able to write something decent.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Kai Chisaki x Reader

Kai and you found out that you had cancer about a year after you started dating. He had never experienced love before you. One morning he just found himself realizing that his whole life now belonged to you; his dreams, hopes, thoughts, and his soul. All of them yours, only to wake up the next morning being met with the news that it could all go away.

It's really... weird to think about how someone who is now a part of you, someone who you view as so strong and lively can actually just disappear. Logically, he knows no one is immortal, but you are just so bright and present that somehow it's almost impossible to believe that you could ever leave.

Upon your diagnosis, you tried to be positive and strong. Optimism was important to you, knowing that if you lose hope, then you'll lose everything. You made the choice to try to live as normal as possible the moment you saw the look on Kai's eyes when the doctor said "cancer". You had never seen him so... vulnerable? He had always been a man who reflected strenghth and power, there was a time when you would've sworn he had no feelings at all, that he was just an empty shell of a man. Of course, you now know that he could, in fact, feel. You knew he loved you, but this was something completely new. You realized that if you were to crumble, he would to.

Kai isn't stupid, though. He knows you are trying so hard because of him. During the first few weeks, he started researching everything there was on your condition. He would memorize every single appointment you had, every medication needed, one of his worst fears being the thought of how much pain you were going to face. The treatment is certainly not easy, it takes up so much energy off of anyone, and though you tried hard to remain strong, the change was impossible to ignore.

Kai had once been a man who lived for himself, no one was as important to him as he was, but right now, he just wished there was a way of trading places with you, he wouldn't think twice. If there's someone who deserves all of this, that's him. One thing I can assure you, though. He won't let anything happen to you. Whatever it takes. If he has to travel across the whole world searching for someone with a quirk that can cure you, he will. If he has to take you to a hospital at the other side of the globe to get you a better treatment, he will. He'll do anything. And once he sets his mind on something, he can't be stopped.

He argues with doctors from time to time since he gets frustrated whenever you have bad days where you truly are hurting. He sometimes wishes he had become a doctor because he's convinced he would do things better. Going in and out of hospitals disgusted him because of germs and all, but that fear is now his last priority.

He totally tries to make your life as comfortable as possible, he doesn't want you to get even more tired than you already are. If you are honest with yourself, you kind of feared that he would get away from you once he felt like this was all too much, but if anything, it has just brought you closer, he never leaves your side. Of course, you are much weaker that before, on some days even more so. That's when he'll take care of you the most. He helps you shower, or even dress in hopes he can be useful. And though it may be hard to imagine, he constantly reassures you. You are everything to him. No amount of changes in your attitude or even your body will ever change that, and he's confident that one day, this will all go away and you´ll be able to fulfill all of your plans and dreams for your future together, this is just a rock in the way.

Onto some other small details on what he does for you, he totally carries you through your home so that you don't waste energy walking. I truly believe this man has always cooked for himself because of germs, however he wasn't great at it, but he learned just to cook for you everyday. He'll read to you whenever you feel too drained, to distract you. Also trying to hide the fact that he's absolutely terrified so that he won't terrify you. This whole situation has given him perspective. He wasn't one to constantly show affection or say I love you, but now he sure does all the time. Overall this has just helped him realize how much he needs you in his life, for the rest of his life, and he's not gonna let anything or anyone change those plans. You will be fine, he'll make sure.

MASTERLIST

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcanon #boku no hero academia x reader #mha #my hero academia #kai chisaki #overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #lov x reader #imagines #headcanons #fluff

[theaceace]

right so because actual writing doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon does anyone want the outline of a fantasy age of sail Dreamling fic, psyche I’m going to tell you all anyway

The general worldbuilding premise is that the Dreaming (a very fine clipper that can outpace the hordes of hell itself, so they say) is on the tail of a star that is, according to Lucienne's star charts (yes I know that's not how they work but she also has ones for navigation) due to fall. Lucienne is the Quartermaster (using pirate rankings, rather than merchant or naval), making her the second in command, skilled in navigation, and generally a voice of reason to the Captain

Dream and Lucienne know very well that fallen stars fetch a huge amount of money and are pretty magical in their own right, so all of the ships capable of traversing the Sea of Stars will be after it (to get to the Sea of Stars, you need to sail to the edge of the world and catch a storm, which lifts the boat and flips it upside down so its sailing on the sky which is ACTUALLY A SEA BECAUSE I SAID SO, like the boat feelings like it's sailing normally and if you could reach down far enough overboard you'd feel water, but that water is actually the sky and contains stars and if you looked up you'd see the normal ocean above you I don't even know if that makes sense but whatever)

So anyway the ships Threshold and Sunless Lands and Furies and a bunch of others are also going to be after the star

Now the biggest issue is I don’t know if I’d prefer Hob be the figurehead that comes to life and Morpheus the magical captain, or do I have Dream be the captain and figurehead (literally a part of the Dreaming and it’s magic??) with Hob the newest human member of the crew, so HERE’S THE PLOTS FOR THEM BOTH

With Hob as the newest member of the Dreaming and Dream as figurehead, then Hob claims he joined the crew for the sake of his wife and son (Dream is super bummed about this because it means that once Hob is rich he'll leave the Dreaming and also Dream can't smooch him) but during a moment of heightened tension (a battle? A vortex whirlpool?) Dream is trying to protect Hob because hes in love that's what figureheads do, and he's like 'you need to get back to Eleanor and Robyn!' BUT turns out they've been dead the whole time and everyone on the mainland thinks Hob did it, he didn't join the Dreaming to get rich he did it to escape the gallows, and to use the star to buy/wish/whatever himself a new life but he's already found a new life here on the ship!

So they eventually catch up to the star at the same time as the Furies and it's a big ol' battle and the Dreaming is almost destroyed, Dream is basically the only thing holding it together long enough for the Threshold to arrive and start scooping up the crew from the water, but oh no!

Hob has been fatally wounded, so using his Ruby and the last of his magic that had been keeping the ship together (maybe the ruby was left over from a previous fallen star?) He heals Hob, but in doing so is himself turned back into wood and Hob is too weak while healing to grab him and he sinks into the Sea of Stars and it's all terribly tragic except MVP Matthew (a former stowaway, now invaluable crew member who spends most of his time in the raven’s crow’s nest/rigging) totally managed to nab the star in all the chaos and confusion, so the Furies left thinking the star had already fallen (/sunk too deep to retrieve) and Hob uses the star to remake the Dreaming and bring Dream back (and possibly the help of Desire and Death) with the crew's blessing because like fuck would they just sell it after all that

OR

Hob used to be the figurehead of a ship captained by Eleanor and her son Robyn, and he wasn't really conscious or animate yet (that didn't happen until Dream came along) but he still loved them and felt like he'd failed when he could protect them, so when Dream built his ship out of the discarded dreams pieces of other ships that had been wrecked/broken down for parts, he chose Hob as his figurehead and breathed life into him, and oh boy what a life, Hob is going to make the most of it because that's the sort of person he is, and he'd never just give that up!

So, similar to before, off they merrily go to get the star, and Hob is so much more full of life than Dream has ever been and he's teaching Dream to feel joy! There are late night rendezvous! Dream watches Hob experience the wind and rain and sun on his skin for the first time! He's radiant with joy, Matthew is making gagging motions behind their backs!

  But, of course, things go wrong as before, and Dream is catastrophically injured and the Dreaming is falling apart as Dream is dying because he put so much of himself into it, and Hob returns the ruby Dream gave him (he has to literally kiss Dream and slip it over his head because Dream is so insistent that Hob not save him) and Hob goes still with his hand still curved in the shape of Dream's cheek although he was careful to let quickly let go so that there was no chance of him dragging Dream down with him. And I forgot to mention before but for bullshit magic reasons I would think of later, the ruby fizzles out at this point, can't be used again 

And in this one maybe Desire has the star and Dream knows they'll never give it to him except they DO because this is the first time they've seen their brother actually really WANT something for himself and not just for the Dreaming so they give it to him and Dream is going to be in their debt forever but he doesn't CARE. When they get back to the mainland he sets about rebuilding the Dreaming, and it's the first time he's made something from scratch in a REALLY LONG TIME probably for trauma reasons idk, and Hob is the last thing he carves, when everything else is perfect, and finally, FINALLY he uses the whole entire star to bring Hob back, so he's a real boy alive properly and off they all sail happily ever after

#dreamling #fic ideas #not exactly a writing tag #also it didn't fit in there anywhere but it's important to me that the Corinthian is the ship's surgeon #Gault is first mate Gilbert is boatswain Merv is the carpenter and Nuala is the sailmaker

[mythicalshipping]

Y’all I swear today’s ep was some kind of fever dream...

Wtf was up with these s*xy professor-looking outfits?!?!

Only the very cleanest and purest of thoughts.

...I’m sorry you WHAT now???

WTF LINK...

Cannot believe they said this right in front of all of our salads.

*Link’s moaning sounds* 

HELP. I JUST--

Rhett maneuvering Link so protectively. 

LINK FLOPPING ON TOP OF RHETT FOR NO GD REASON.

DO THEY EVEN LISTEN WHEN THEY TALK.

Word should be *mounted* not *melted* but also like...what are you asking of your crew sir. 

...How is this not GME. HOW.

Link with his “just mounted” hair. 

WTF KIND OF TORNADO DRILLS DID YOU LEARN?!?!

Purely scientific research shot of Link here. 

Rhett if he were to direct the Mythical OT4 Home Video ;)

Only the cleanest and purest of thoughts here. 

...wut

Didn’t show up in the subtitles but read said something like “yeah I like that” and I was like O.O. I mean he ~*probably*~ meant that *he* didn’t have to lay down so he was totally on board with Link laying down on his stomach...oh yes, I’m SURE. 

The way Rhett giggled during this. THE MAN KNEW. HE *KNEW*. 

I mean...I don’t think you’d receive any complaints ;) 

O.O

THE WAY RHETT TAPPED HIM TO GO ~All the way down~ AND THE WAY LINK DID SO.

THE SOUNDS HE MADE THO. LIKE. BE SURE TO WATCH THIS WITH HEADPHONES.

'This part isn’t your back’ *touch touch touch* and this part is tho *touch touch touch*. He’s been extremely like LOOK I CAN TOUCH YOUR SHOULDER NOW HA HA HA. 

Link’s hands curled under him like he’s on a mat at naptime ;-; 

Rhett sounded so freaking nervous when he said this and then the LIL’ GIGGLE HE LET OUT I WAS LIKE O.O

GME vibes for real tho

YEAH OKAY NOTHING TO SEE HERE JUST RHETT HAVING LINK LAY DOWN FOR HIM WHILE HE TELLS LINK HE WILL REWARD HIM IF HE IS A GOOD BOY YEAH OKAY THAT’S FINE AND NORMAL AND JUST WHAT HAPPENS HERE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023 I GUESS. 

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2323

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

I'm totally looking forward to the new chapters. Can you give us some snippet? (I feel like a beggar asking this 💀)

Lol don't feel like a beggar. I'm getting super eager to share the story already even though I'm not close to being done. I think that's why I posted two snippets completely unprompted this week.

I'll do you one better. I'll give you two snippets. In scenario one I actually have a lot of build up before the Quaritch family vacation even takes place detailing Spiders attempts to escape through the years. I tell the whole attempt from Spiders perspective and then go back and retell that whole event from Quaritch's perspective (and I'm low key worried that'll get tedious to read but I spent to much time writing it to edit it down)

So here's a taste of that

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   Miles jolted awake, the happiness he’d felt in his dream, instantly being replaced by sinking dread. The nightmares had started shortly after his two year anniversary in the cabin, increasing in frequency as the days went by. He only classified these dreams as nightmares because of the anxiety they spiked in his waking life. If Pa knew that he was reminiscing about the old days…..

    Things had been so good between them too. Miles could almost pretend like they were a regular father and son, spending their summer on a camping trip, hunting in the woods, fishing, having bonfires, and sleeping under the stars when the weather allowed for it. It had all been so normal. So easy. Of course his treacherous brain would have to mess that all up.

    The following morning Miles attempted to eat breakfast, his chin propped on his elbow, holding up his head as he struggled to stay awake. Pa’s calased hand reached out from behind him, carding through his hair, giving him affectionate scratches behind his ear. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles simply nodded his head. “Something on your mind?” The question made his heart skip a beat but he forced it down, shaking his head no. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.”

    “I’m fine Pa.” his voice came out low, heavy with fatigue. 

     “Mmhm.” The man didn’t buy it, but didn’t continue pushing the subject. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.”  Neither am I, he thought bitterly. “Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

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    It was peak autumn when Miles Sr first noticed the vivid dreams his son would have. The boy talked in his sleep, smiling from ear to ear, mumbling their names. The names of that damn Sully family. He couldn’t understand why his boy seemed so hung up on them. From everything he had seen, from all the memories he heard play out in Junior’s sleep, the Sully’s hadn’t been that special. His boy had had fun, sure. The Sully’s hadn’t been very strict with him, allowing Junior to do almost anything he wanted. Any teenager would enjoy that. That wasn’t love though. Love is protecting the ones you care for, keeping them safe, taking care of them. He did that. So how could his son still miss them so much?

    During waking hours Miles Sr watched his son like a hawk. Miles Jr looked so tired and sad, growing more despondent by the day. The father noted how his boy was eating less. How he was tired all day no matter how early his father sent him to bed. Junior wouldn’t even skateboard, or draw. He just seemed so weighted by his own misery. Miles Sr needed to help him snap out of it.

    It was another lethargic morning after another sleepless night. Junior sat at the table, fork in one hand, his head held up by the other, falling asleep into his bacon and eggs. The father couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. A thin line of drool was escaping his boy’s mouth. His hair was starting to get on the long side again, wildly sticking out around his head like the soft hide of a lamb. His boy would have cringed to know how cute he looked in that moment, but Miles Sr couldn’t help but appreciate his own work. 

    He reached out his hand and began to pet Junior’s hair, feeling his curls slip and twist around his fingers. The sleepy boy leaned into the touch, getting comforting scratches behind the ear in response. Junior deeply sighed out his nose, seemingly content. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately have you?” Miles Sr asked. Junior simply nodded. “Something on your mind?” He knew the answer was yes and hoped his boy would just admit it. Instead Junior slightly hesitated before shaking his head no. So disappointing. “Is your room too stuffy then? We can sleep outside tonight if you want. You always like that.” 

    “I’m fine Pa.” Liar. 

     Junior looked so incredibly tired that if he didn’t get some sleep soon he might just collapse from exhaustion. Hopefully with some rest, his son would start thinking clearly and just admit he had a problem. “Take a nap after you eat. Your school work and chores aren’t goin’ anywhere.”   His son sighed again, seeming so defeated.“Thanks Pa. I’ll do that.”

#cabin in the woods #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch

[asukamood]

Rule number 4: Never question Blue during a hangover

Pairing: Drueswap

Multiverse: Dreamswap

Warnings: Past alcohol use, I think that’s it.

Synopsis: Wine hangovers are the worst.

***

When Blue woke up the next morning, he could only describe his state as pitiful. His head was ringing loudly as if someone had introduced a bell inside of his skull and was currently in the process of banging it as hard as they could against his bones. His eyes were hardly movable and keeping them open was painful anyway, he was susceptible to the light and just a sparkle was enough to make him feel like his irises were burning.

It wasn’t just his eyes though, his whole body felt so heavy compared to what it usually felt like and there was that thing surrounding him that made him uncomfortable. After risking yet again a look at the outside world and immediately regretting it, Blue groaned and buried his face into Dream’s shoulder.

“I don’t like this at all.” He squeezed Dream tighter, who just let out a sigh in response.

“Wine hangovers are the worst, I agree.” He let one of his fingers trace the bone of Blue’s back, who basically melted, and leaned even more into the winged man.

“Having them isn’t something I regret lacking.”

“I still don’t understand how you could like that. It doesn’t even taste that good and the aftermath is a nightmare!” Dream laughed at his hopeless tone.

“That’s what happens when you’re in a really bad state- Now get off of me, I need to go make breakfast.” Dream tried to straighten up, making the blanket slightly slip off Blue’s body.

The latter whined into his neck, not letting go. If anything, he was holding him even tighter now. “Stay with me…” He slurred, trying to push the other down to the mattress again. “I would tie you down if I have to…” He mumbled, still half asleep and entirely in pain.

“Ah.” Dream sighed, flopping back down, much to Blue’s happiness. “So you don’t want me to go huh?”

A hiss escaped the shorter one. “Oh no, of course, I want you to leave me alone in my misery, silly me! WHAT DO YOU THINK?” His voice cracked in the middle of his second sentence and he absolutely wanted to die at that moment.

Dream hummed, one of his hands reaching up to pet the other’s hair to calm him down. It seems to work since Blue slouched back down against Dream’s body again. His leg brushed his own and he stifled out a laugh, that contact felt like a tickle.

“So you’re unusually sassy and get mad easily during a hangover, got it.” Blue groaned again, shifting. He felt so tired but he didn’t want to sleep either. That sucked.

“You don’t need to remember that.” His arm was starting to feel numb because of being stuck between his and Dream’s body. He wiggled it out before resting it on Dream’s chest. That felt better. “I’m not planning on touching any drop of alcohol ever again.”

Dream smirked up at him, rubbing small circles on his nape. “Maybe you shouldn’t have touched my stash without asking me first Hmm?”

Blue slightly tilted his head upward to weakly glare at the other. “Oh shut up, I don’t wanna hear about this anymore.” He flopped his head back down in defeat.

After that, the two fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken by Blue’s soft purring and whimpering when Dream stopped touching him.

Another mewl escaped him before Dream started speaking again.

“Hey Blue, do you remember anything that happened while you were drunk?” Blue froze, his purrs momentarily stopped as well. Even if that happened, Dream kept rubbing small circles on his nape with his finger, albeit a bit slower now.

“... For my sake, it’s better if I pretend I don’t.” He let out after a few, feeling even worse than he initially did. That was a record on its own. “I’m sorry, but could we talk about something else?”

Dream’s finger went back to its original speed. “Of course, that’s totally fine. Don’t hesitate to talk to me though if you need it alright? I promise I’m a good listener.” Blue almost wanted to tear up at how sweet that was. Perhaps, this kind of behavior was normal and there was really nothing to get emotional about but he couldn’t help it. It was one of the first times someone had truly cared for him like that and he can’t deny how good it feels to know someone cares.

“Anyways, I found what happened shortly after you fell asleep really cute.” Blue’s eye twitched. He didn’t know what happened exactly but just by Dream’s teasing tone, he was not going to like it very much, he could feel it deep in his soul.

“... What are you referring to exactly?” While the words were leaving his mouth, his brain had been furiously searching for any kind of memory it could get its hands on. What could he have possibly done then? Or said? He has seen drunk people do crazy stuff numerous times and he wasn’t quite sure what he was able to do. After all, it was the first time he had ever drunk anything.

“Oh, you know…” Blue swore Dream’s smirk was just getting wider. “When you asked for my hand after forgetting we were together?”

Blue took approximately ten seconds to register and comprehend the information. Once he did, a loud screech escaped his throat. “WHAT?!”

The winged man’s chuckles turned into downright hysterical laughter when that happened, his chest vibrating with the action.

“There’s no way I did that!” The shorter one shouted, his cheeks tainted a faint cherry red. “I don’t remember that happening at all, you’re just teasing me!” Dream was unresponsive to his protests, keeping on laughing.

His boyfriend got slightly angry, weakly hitting his shoulder. “Stop laughing!” He wasn’t strong enough to actually make those hits hurt, he didn’t want to anyway, but that seemed to make Dream’s laughter calm down.

“Haha…” Dream wiped a lone tear that was threatening to escape his eye. Was that really this funny? “Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all.

“Although it did happen, look, I have a video.” Blue’s eyes widened in horror.

“You what?” Seeing Dream swipe his screen with his finger felt like watching the guillotine getting ready to behead him and him handing him his phone, the equivalent of walking toward said guillotine.

He took the device with a slightly trembling hand, praying to every God there is that this didn’t actually happen, that it was actually a bad prank Dream was pulling on him.

Then he hit the play button.

***

Some shuffling was noticeable when the video started, the screen alternating between white sheets to blinding white light. A hiss was heard not too far from the mic, the sound slightly picking up.

After a few seconds, the image finally got cleared and the camera was turned to something that was actually interesting. Dream’s face.

“Finally.” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “That took way too much time to do.” A sigh escaped him. “I’m gonna have to be faster later, I can’t deal with needing 5 minutes just to get a dumb video started.”

While he was talking, a sleepy Blue stumbled out of the bedroom in the background, rubbing his eyes with one hand absently.

Dream looked back at the screen and frowned when he noticed Blue in the camera’s shot. He twisted his neck slightly to look at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Blue?” He called, grabbing the other’s attention. “What are you doing up already? It’s still late, go back to sleep.” The words that came out of Dream’s mouth seemed to pass over Blue completely who just stopped to stare at the winged man, his jaw wide open.

Dream tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Uh… Blue? You alright?”

“Wow…” The latter responded, quickly making his way over to Dream and sitting right before him. His hand reached for one of Dream’s wings, which rapidly ducked out of his reach. That rejection only seemed to increase Blue’s newfound admiration for them, his pupils looking seconds away from stars. “Are you an Angel?”

The question seemed to throw Dream off, who basically choked on his spit. “Wha- Blue, you know that I’m not an Angel, I told you many times before, don’t you remember?”

It was Blue’s turn to look confused. His dilated pupils looked up at Dream. “Have we met before?” Dream’s mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out of the action. He looked conflicted on what to do next, probably not used to this kind of behavior from Blue.

“Of course not.” He shook his head, not waiting for Dream’s reaction to start speaking again. “I think I would have remembered if I had seen such a handsome face.” He shifted closer as Dream sputtered, his hand coming up to cup Dream’s cheek. “Your eyes are so pretty too… Are you single?”

The camera started shaking, it looks like Dream was as sensitive to Blue’s flirting as when he’s sober.

He started to scoot even closer, his eyes boring into Dream’s. “You look so good blushing… Oh screw it all.” He sat on Dream’s lap without warning, holding his collar with two hands. “Marry me, please.”

He sounded so desperate that Dream’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell, the loud thud shaking the device. A few minutes of muffled sounds later, a hand finally appeared on camera before it was grabbed and taken back into the light.

“He fell asleep.” Dream looked dumbfounded as he said that, Blue curled up to his side like a cat and his eyes closed. “I'm going to show him this when he wakes up tomorrow. I just have to.”

Then the video stopped.

***

Dream was waiting patiently for Blue’s reaction.

“…” Blue inhaled deeply. “Show this to anyone and I swear to god I will make out with you in front of the journalists.”

Dream burst out laughing again.

#dreamswap #ds dream #fluff #ship #ds blue #drueswap #ds dreamberry #ds drue #ds drueswap #ds dream x ds blue #i need more content about this ship #i will go down with this ship #blue is a simp #blue needs help #blue is a cat confirmed