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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months

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that's what friends are for

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'enemies to lovers' rated t wc: 996 cw: mention of hospitals and injury, mentions of selling and using recreational drugs tags: enemies is more implied than anything, getting together, canon events happening in the background

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Somewhere along the way, Steve Harrington became Eddie’s number one customer.

It was mostly by accident, and Eddie should tell him to get lost and find another supplier, but he couldn’t.

Especially not after the last time they met up in the woods and Steve looked…haunted.

But Eddie wasn’t going to let Steve’s sad puppy dog eyes convince him that he was anything other than the asshole he’d always been.

Not even when he walked up to Steve furiously wiping tears off of his cheeks.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before sitting down, trying to avoid eye contact with the man who seemed to be trying to hide the fact that he’d been having any emotion at all.

“So, the usual today?” Eddie asked.

“Uh, you got anything stronger?”

Look, Eddie knew for a fact he had plenty of stronger stuff that he could overcharge Steve for, and Steve wouldn’t even bat an eye.

But he had a pretty strict rule of never selling the strong stuff to someone who didn’t pass the mental test. Someone who was crying did not pass the mental test.

“Nah, ran out. Got a new mix though, if you’re interested. Might help you sleep if that’s somethin’ you need.”

The dark circles under Steve’s eyes told him that was exactly what he needed, but Steve shrugged and acted like he was just here for fun.

Eddie didn’t care enough to push.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

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Steve looked like shit.

“You look like shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Or, well, eye. The other eye was swollen and bruised, probably hurt like hell.

“Thanks for the update,” Steve said.

“Don’t think weed’s gonna fix that,” Eddie said, not looking away from the cuts and scrapes along his cheek. “At least not the kind I have.”

Eddie looked down to see more cuts and bruises along his hands, and most shocking of all, a dull red line along both wrists.

Eddie’s brows raised as he looked back up at Steve.

“You, uh, you good?” He couldn’t help asking.

Anyone would be concerned to see these injuries on anyone, even the guy you definitely don’t like or have a crush on.

“Sure. Is $20 okay today? I can get you more for next time.”

“$20 is fine.”

$20 was technically $5 more than he would normally charge anyone who isn’t an ex-jock, so it’s not like he was doing Steve a favor.

Eddie watched Steve walk away with more questions than answers.

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Robin Buckley was sitting next to Steve at the table, kicking her feet and rambling on about who knows what.

Steve wasn’t looking at her, but he could tell he was listening.

“I don’t usually like to be outnumbered, but something tells me I can handle myself if Buckley decides to throw a punch,” Eddie said as he walked towards the table.

Robin suddenly froze and tilted her head.

“Steve, why is Eddie here? You said we were meeting a friend.”

“Is that what we call buying drugs from someone these days?” Eddie laughed. “Times have changed.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t quite hide a small smile.

Eddie tried not to feel flustered about making Steve smile.

“Well, I see you more than most people, so I’d say we’re friend-adjunct,” Steve said, handing over the usual $20.

“He means friend-adjacent,” Robin added, not unkindly.

Eddie nodded once.

“Well, if that’s all, your friend has another friend to meet behind the McDonald’s. All good here?”

“All good. Thanks.”

“Anything for a friend,” he winked.

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He was pushing Steve against a wall, broken bottle to his neck.

“This doesn’t seem very friendly,” Steve said breathlessly.

Eddie held him there for a moment, then let out a small laugh, slowly releasing his grip.

“I have to be careful about who I consider a friend right now, man,” Eddie said, ignoring Dustin’s confused voice yelling behind him.

“We’re here to help. As friends.”

Steve’s eyes were big, that look that left Eddie wondering how he’d gone from hating him so much to wanting to understand everything about him.

“Not sure if you can help me.”

“We’re gonna.”

Steve sounded so sure. Eddie had no option but to trust him.

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“Hey, Wayne. Anything new today?” Steve’s voice whispered when he entered the room.

Eddie’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

They’d lowered his dose of pain meds slowly over the last 48 hours and he was barely getting any sleep as he adjusted to the constant aches of the bites.

“He’s tired. Nothin’ new, though. You okay?”

“Yeah. You got a shift?”

“Yep. Should be back by lunch tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

Eddie didn’t know how it happened, but Steve trading shifts with Wayne was an everyday occurrence.

They got to know each other, relaxing more as the days wore on, no end in sight for Eddie’s hospitalization.

“You know, I’m okay alone for a bit,” Eddie said as he opened his eyes.

“Nah, I’d rather be here.”

“Really?”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” He frowned. “Is that what we are? Friends?”

Steve slowly reached over and grasped his hand.

“Is that all we are?”

Eddie thought back to how he used to dread running into Steve at school, mostly out of his own fear that he would harbor a crush on him. He thought about how he wondered why the boy who seemed untouchable in high school looked so fragile last summer and how he could help. He thought about the guy who didn’t have to risk his life to save him from monsters made sure everyone was safe so he could rescue him.

“I don’t think friends sit in the hospital for days like this,” he finally settled on.

“I don’t think friends have crushes on their friends for years, either.”

If Steve didn’t follow those words with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, he probably wouldn’t have believed them.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #enemies to lovers

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brodieland · 1 month

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Synopsis: Percy starts trying to make his move on Y/N, but she just won't budge!! Warning(s): swearing Word Count: 1902

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt2

"That's actually the new rule? God Silena must hate you," Piper joked.

"You wouldn't even imagine, she's so dramatic. And her taste in boys isn't any better," you shook your head. You were both walking to get some water, absolutely dehydrated from soccer.

"Makes me glad I like girls," you both laughed. As practice neared it's end, Piper was heading towards her dad's car to go home. You made your way over to the bleachers where your bags sat and grabbed them before heading back to your car. When you sat down, you got a text from Silena,

'can u get some McDonalds on ur way back'

'no' 'sike im going now'

You pulled into the parking lot seeing the drive-thru line was too long to wait. You walked up to an empty kiosk, to tired to interact with anyone, and ordered your food.

"You go to AHS right," a guys voice you didn't recognize asked from behind you.

"I don't know, what does my uniform say?"

"That you're a soccer kid. You sure your any good?"

You sighed as you turned to face the mysterious boy behind you. He was taller than average with messy black hair. He had a hoodie with some sweats on. "Soccer balls aren't the only kind of balls I can kick the life out of, so can you fuck off?"

"Woah, feisty one aren't you?"

"By feisty would you maybe mean iconoclast, orrr?"

"Maybe more intractable," you raised your eyebrows.

"Wow, big words huh," You went to turn back and finish ordering. Percy took the chance to walk over, leaning on the machine whilst facing you.

"What? Did you think I was stupid?"

You internally groaned, why was he still here? "You definitely have the look. Now, do you mind?"

He was standing in front of the machine to pay, "Oh, never."

He had a shit eating grin as he pulled his phone and paid. "Hey! I didn't ask you to do that."

"Call it my treat," he smiled.

"No I'm paying you back, I think I have cash in my bag," you went rummaging through your bag to find absolutely no cash. "Apple Pay?"

"Hey, are you asking for my number? That's really sweet," it feels like an aneurysm just burst from the annoyance this conversation has left you with.

"Nevermind fuck you I'm not paying you back," you spat back.

"Meaning now you owe me," Percy said. Deep breathes.

"I don't owe you shit, its not like I asked you to pay."

"Yeah yeah, potato potato," Percy made his way towards the door. "See ya around, I'll figure out how you can return the favor."

You might just have to air out the McDonalds. You sighed and waited for five minutes as they called out for your order. When you grabbed the food you made your way home, eating Silena's fries on the way back. Dad was working late at the hospital so it was just you two.

"Have I ever told you your my favorite sister?"

"No not as of late," you put the bags of food on the table and started chowing down. "You literally haven't spoken to me in two days. Be glad I'm so nice."

"Well nice is a really strong word," you glared at her. "If you really wanted to be nice, then you'd-"

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm gonna say."

"Fine, what?"

"You'd go on a date so I can go on a date-"

"No," Silena grunted loudly.

"Why do you insist on keeping me captive in this home. I wanna enjoy my teenage years you know."

"You not missing out on much. The guys here are lame, including your oh so dreamy Lukey."

"He's literally amazing. Like have you seen him? His car?"

"Hard to miss. He's just so in your face, it makes me sick," you faked gagged.

"Haven't you ever wanted to live the perfect teenage life."

"Tried it. It sucked, not what it's caked out to be," you smiled as you started to clean up. Silena leaned back into her chair sighing, looking defeated. "You know, college is only two years away. I think you'll be fine until then."

"My life is so boring," she said as she walked up to her room. You could tell she was upset, but you weren't going to date some loser just so she could get tossed by Luke when he was bored. That was something he did a lot.

You went to do some homework at your desk while listening to some music. You saw your phone went off and went to check it, someone had texted you.

'I think I found a way for u to pay back the favor'

There's no way.

'how tf did u find my number'

'dw bout it??' 'why u gotta be nosy??'

'im blocking you'

'wait??'

'no??' 'fine wtf do u want'

'on Friday there's a party'

'no'

'alright I'll pick you up at 9'

'no you won't???'

He stopped answering after that. How on gods green grass did he find your number? You just ignored it, putting your phone on silent and getting back to your homework. Without realizing it, you fell asleep at your desk.

You woke up when you heard banging at the door, "Y/N!!"

You leaned up and stretched in your chair. Desk naps are absolute back killers holy. "What do you want?"

"Did you ever make it to your bed," Silena looked at you up and down.

"No, what time is it?"

"Time for you to hurry the hell up, we need to leave now," she said as she stormed out. You groaned as you stood up and walked over to your closet, grabbing some jeans and a hoodie before running down toward your car. "About time."

"I could just not drive you," you said as you both stepped in the car. You were just joking of course, she doesn't need to be asking Luke Castellan for a ride anyways.

You pulled in the parking lot, and before even coming to a full stop, you saw your sister jumping out and making her way to Mr. Convertible. BARF.

"Dude, I don't think the plans working," Charles said, sounding worried.

Leo sighed, "look we just need some time, Y/Ns not gonna just give in after like, a day."

Charles groaned as he stared at Silena and Luke flirting from a mere 50 feet away. The way her long hair flowed in the wind, the way her lip gloss shinned in the sun, he couldn't get enough. "Whatever, I have French tutoring with her later, we'll see how it goes."

"Not gonna lie this is kind of hard," Percy said from behind the two, making them jump.

"Jesus, you need a bell or something," Leo said with his hand on his heart, feeling it speed up.

Percy rolled his eyes, "Anyways, I think she blocked me, and all I did was pay for her food."

Charles just softly facepalmed. When he got his face out of his hands, he saw Luke walking towards them.

"Luke," Percy cheered while holding his arms out. Luke did not return the hug.

"Dude, I'm not paying you to get fucking aired. I need you to take her to the party this Friday. Not the one in 20 and a half years," Luke complained.

"Dude, its not like Y/Ns the easiest person to ask out around here," Leo chimed.

"Literally," Percy agreed. "Look, I invited her out to the party, just gimme a moment bro." "Plus, I'm gonna need a pay raise."

Luke laughed in his face, "Yeah no way."

"Then you can say goodbye to little ms Silena over there," Luke rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet, slapping a Benjamin into Percy's hand. "Love you too."

Luke just held up his middle finger as he walked off, "He's such an amazing ray of sunshine isn't he?"

Percy and Charles just stared at Leo, "What? Am I not allowed to be my funny and whimsical self?"

They both walked off without saying a word. Silena and Charles have their free period and use it to study on some French together.

"So how's operation 'get my impossible sister a date' going," Silena asked.

"Well, we have a guy, but she's just not going for him. We need some help here, what kind of guy does she go for?"

"The problem is she just DOESN'T," Charles gave her a look before she continued. "Not like that. I mean, she thinks guys like Logan Lerman and Dylan O'brian are pretty hot, so Percys probably her type."

"Okay so we got that right at least," he grumbled.

"I mean the reason she just shits on all the guys here is because she thinks of them all as 'misogynistic assholes of the patriarchy,' she rolled her eyes.

"So what, a guy who can shut the fuck up when needed or something," Silena laughed at Charles joked, and he sweared he started ascending.

"Yeah just maybe," she smiled.

"Silena, can I ask you something?"

"Whats up?"

"You know the party on Friday. Would you wanna go? I mean if Percy can convince your sister and all you know."

"Of course I want to go, which is why I really need Y/N to just man up," she paused. "or woman up, I guess."

﹒º. ౨ৎ

You sat back and doodled in your notebook in your English class. After spending most the class debating over sexist views in classic literature, you felt kind of annoyed. Its like no one cares these days, you know?

The bell rang and you walked over to your friend Hazel. "Honestly you should be like a lawyer or something, watching you arguing these boys is like music to my ears."

"You might be on to something, I love belittling them as it is. Imagine I got paid to do it," you laughed. When you walked out the class, you saw Hazel's boyfriend, Frank, waiting for her outside. You waved hello then paused when you saw Percy next to him.

"Oh look who it is," Percy exclaimed. You didn't even waste your breathe as you just turned and walked off towards your locker. Percy quickly rubbed his temples and ran after you. "Where ya going?"

"Anywhere," you said as you made it to your locker to grab your next books. Percy stood off to the side, leaning on the lockers. "What do you want now?"

"To take you out this Friday night," he smiled.

"I'd rather swallow 4 laxatives and a bowling ball and staple my ass cheeks together than be stuck in a room full of intoxicated teenagers," you slammed your locker shut and walked off.

Percy followed after you, "Don't you have the fun vocabulary!!"

"Extensive," you smirked.

"Look, it'll be fun."

"Doubtful."

"Do I need to ask in like, fucking greek or something," Percy pleaded.

"Maybe choose a language you actually know first."

"Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά," you looked at him wide-eyed. "Why must you continue to doubt me?"

"How do I know you didn't insult me?"

"I don't know, just trust me maybe," you shot up an eyebrow with an amused upside down smile on your face. "όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει."

"No, to whatever you just said," you chuckled as you headed off to your next class.

﹒º. ౨ৎ

✰ Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά - I can speak Greek just fine ✰ όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει - like i said i'll be there at nine ok?

✰Taglist: @liviessun (just lemme know if u wanna be added)

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #silena beauregard #silena pjo #charles beckendorf #charles pjo #charlena #luke castellan #luke pjo #leo valdez pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo pjo

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Elementary Drabble Idea

reader doesn’t drink often and one night at the request of the Miller brothers they go out drinking (Sarah spending the night elsewhere of course) and the reader gets plastered because they’re a light weight. So Joel doesn’t drink as much and takes care of reader and Tommy!

The Night Out

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: M (alcohol consumption, suggestive language/themes, mild descriptions of vomit at the very end)

wc: <1k

series masterlist | joel masterlist

Aside from the occasional bottle of wine shared with Joel after a tough week, you almost never drank. Not compared to Joel, and especially not compared to Tommy. But, tonight was Tommy’s 35th birthday, and he took it upon himself to convince his parents to watch Sarah for the night so that both of you could come out to his “party” thrown at his favorite bar.

The bar was western themed, forcing Joel to throw on a pair of boots he hadn’t touched since he was in his twenties. You also got into the spirit, throwing on a pair of boots, some denim shorts, and a cowboy hat you borrowed from Joel’s mother.

“Lord have mercy,” Joel whistled at you as you walked downstairs in your getup, earning an eye roll.

“Ha-ha,” you snarked as you grabbed your purse off the kitchen table. Joel appeared behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you back against him, his lips finding your neck. Your head pulled back against his shoulder, a grin growing on your face as he mumbled filthy words into your ear about how good you looked tonight.

“It ain’t right…you goin’ out lookin’ like this. Gonna have to watch you all night to make sure you ain’t swept away from under my feet,” he mumbled. You turned in his arms and draped your elbows over his shoulder, smiling up at him with a tilted head.

“You know there’s only one cowboy I’m going home with tonight,” you purred. “And right now he’s making us late for his brothers birthday so we need to go.”

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say, just as long as you keep swayin’ your hips like that,” he replied from behind you, watching you as you walked out of the house in front of him.

Joel couldn’t keep himself from you all night, his hands constantly finding your hips as you tried your best to loosen up and dance. Tommy was excellent at persuasion, convincing you to take shots with him and the rest of his wild hearted friends. As soon as Joel noticed you had well crossed over the line of tipsy and into drunk, he cut himself off, wanting to be coherent so that he could make sure you were good.

You don’t remember much, just pawing at your boyfriend every chance you could get and whispering sinful, naughty things into his ear that you’d never have the courage to say sober. Joel forced himself not to get too riled up over your forwardness, though with every brush of your whiskey coated lips against his earlobe he found his resolve crumbling more and more.

You pulled him on the dance floor for the last song as the bartender announced last call, Joel happy to finally get you home and in bed, even if he wasn’t going to get to have you tonight in your nearly-blacked out state. He wanted you alone, away from all these hungry eyes intent on devouring your from a distance since they couldn’t get up close.

By the time he managed to coax you out into the truck, he was sober and tired, but that smile of yours as you sat in the passenger seat with your head out the window was worth the exhaustion. He loved to see you let loose, though he knew in the morning you were sure to regret it.

He stopped at the McDonalds near your neighborhood, ordering you your usual plus a McFlurry. He laughed as he tried to fight you off from giving him road head in the drive-thru, your drunken mumbles about him being the only man to deserve it pulling the kind of goofy laughter out of him that he hadn’t heard himself utter in years.

After successfully distracting you with your food, he was able to get the two of you back to your place in no time. He ate with you before taking you to shower, the two of you choosing to makeout against the tile wall rather than actually get clean. Eventually, the two of you stepped out of the shower and threw on some pajamas before running through your nighttime routine. Joel watched with a sleepy smile as you went through your skin care drunkenly, your hands sloppier than normal as they rubbed in your moisturizer.

“Impressive,” he chuckled from behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Most I do for myself after a night of drinkin’ is have the sense to go piss before I fall into bed.”

“Some of us don’t wake up naturally gorgeous like you, Miller,” you hiccuped as you washed your hands. “Ugh, I think…think things are taking a turn. I feel it in my belly.”

“Oh, no,” Joel winced and lifted the toilet seat just in time for you to throw up your entire night into it. He remained beside you, rubbing your back through it all. “Maybe you’re not a party animal after all.”

“Maybe,” you croaked. “But I still gave Tommy a run for his money.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh. “My little drinker.”

A new wave hit you and splashed into the bowl, making you groan in between heaves.

“Never. Again.”

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller reader insert #joel tlou #elementary

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waklman · 1 year

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Hi Tilly! So, I’m living by myself for the first time and my dishwasher just flooded my apartment 🫠I’m fine😀, really… 😭. Anyways, I just wanted to ask you to maybe write something with Bradley and babybear 🥺. They are my comfort characters! love ya ❤️

summary: you and bradley go out for a late night snack or bf! bradley who stands there in silence x gf! who orders food for them both.

warnings: mentions of strict dieting, one or two suggestive jokes. fluff, 18+ blog.

note: helpp the way that kind of made me laugh. as a fellow girlie who also gets herself in trouble when left alone, i hope your floors are okay! excuse the quality as writers block has me by the neck

something 'bout you masterlist.

It’s not often that Bradley dines out. He’ll indulge in some of Penny’s greasy bar snacks once in a while—nothing more than that.

With the one time he did slack off, it wasn’t exactly easy to get back to his original physique. In fact, Bradley even found himself struggling to keep up with the likes of Hangman at one point.

And that was just the wake up call he needed to finally get back on track.

Since then, he’s made sure to double down on his efforts to stay in shape, scarfing down his protein packed, repetitive, plain meals. It’d be a lie to say that it wasn’t a bit tasking, but it's nothing Bradley Bradshaw couldn’t put up with. And when Bradley was committed towards something, he was all in.

But what he forgot to include in his ‘fool proof’ plan to remain loyal to his diet, was his stubborn girlfriend who loves to spoil him rotten. Which is why he's finding it difficult to swallow down his food tonight.

The usual pre-prepped dinner has never tasted so bland and downright dry, especially when you’re planted in front of him with that tablet in your hands.

For the past thirty minutes, Bradley has been subjected to a screening of strangers eating a variety of foods—from huge portions of instant noodles—to enormous crab legs being dipped in buckets of cheese.

He’s seen it all.

“Give in,” you whisper, fingers tightly curled around the edges of the ipad, though, you’re careful enough to not block the screen itself.

Across the rounded table he’s sat in, you’re standing there like you’re getting paid to show him a compilation of mukbang videos. You’d put the billboards lined up on the nearby highways to shame.

“Not a fucking chance,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head firmly.

Stabbing his fork into another piece of boiled chicken, Bradley stuffs it into his mouth in defiance. He refuses to wave the white flag, not when he’s worked so hard to finally restrain himself.

Maverick would have to come twirling into the living-room in ballerina-get up for him to take it as a sign to treat himself to a cheat meal.

At his clear refusal to give in, your head peeks out, just so slightly, behind the thirteen inch screen, eyes narrowed with fiery determination igniting them.

“Mcdonalds. Wendys. Burger King. In and Out,” you repeatedly chant, legs starting to tremble under the strain of standing up for so long.

Bradley only flares his nostrils, a sign that he is not backing down either.

In any other scenario, his knees would’ve immediately buckled after one plea from you. But right now, he knows you’d stuff his face with junk—that he’s been successfully cutting out for months, if you were given the okay from him.

Though, he does have to admit, he’s finding it hard to keep a stern face because your legs look like they’re about to completely give out. Not wanting to keep you up any longer, Bradley tunes out your endless chant of fast food chains—which somehow turns into a catchy song, as he shovels more strips of chicken in his mouth.

Maybe if he finishes his dinner faster, he could coax you onto the couch to watch more Ryan Gosling movies.

Following your gut feeling, you lift a finger to the front of the screen, tapping repeatedly on the skip button—until it felt right. After spamming your pointer just a few times, you lift the index off the glass, letting it play at a random point in the compilation.

Bradley’s tongue prods his cheek, straight face starting to falter. “Baby it’s not gonna work. Please just sit dow—”

His mouth immediately clamps shut, throat moving as he swallows back a wad of drool pooling inside his mouth. The boring dinner under him is long forgotten.

Noticing his dazed state, you lower the screen to probe what finally caught his attention. Bradley’s eyes practically trails the movement of the tablet, not looking away for a second.

A platter of juicy burgers leaking oil and mountains of fries is what breaks him.

“And he’ll have the double bacon-burger, two large fries, one coke and—”

The teenage boy behind the register blinks in disbelief, watching the giant man in front of him lean down towards his girlfriend, shyly whispering in her ear.

Bradley draws back again, standing a head taller than you with his arms crossed around your front, glassy eyes roaming the lit-up menu stretched above the line of registers.

“Oh, can we actually make that a root beer? Also I’m really sorry, but can you remove the tomatoes from the burger as well?” You request, giving Bradley comforting strokes on the forearm he has slung over your chest.

“Yes, Ma’m I can…I can do that for you,” the worker clears his throat, editing the order on the screen, customer service voice practically cracking.

When you two first walked in, with matching pajama pants, the fast food employee assumed he was dealing with a pair of psychos from the streets.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, he’d always get one or two unsettling visitors in the duration of his night shift. But they’d always prowl inside the joint by themselves—they never had company—nor have they ever teamed up on him before. Briefly, he considered hovering his hand over the dusty emergency button directly under the counter.

But to his surprise, you two were just a relatively normal couple with a craving for burgers at midnight.

“Alrighty, your total comes out to 18.50,” he reads, eyes nervously darting between the two of you. “...Will that be cash or card?”

Almost in a race with each other, you both drop the lovely couple act, digging in your own pajama pants for your wallets. The anxious worker behind the counter starts taking a careful step back, afraid you two were going to pull out a weapon on him all of a sudden. God, he shouldn’t have let his guard down so easily.

He stills as you beat Bradley to it, holding out a credit card between your fingers, excitedly pointing it towards him.

Bradley begins to panic, patting down his empty pockets. “Babybear, where the fuck is my wallet?” He tilts his head down at you, a knowing look settling on his face.

As the credit card is taken from you, your mouth stretches into a wide smile, and you crane your neck backwards to look at him. “I tossed it in the back of the car when you weren’t looking,” you gleam in satisfaction.

Bradley sighs in disbelief, no wonder you were so clingy in the car.

“Is that why you were crawlin’ all over me during all the stop lights?”

“Gimme a kiss,” you suddenly demand, cutting him off.

Bradley blinks at your puckered lips.

It practically pulls him into a trance, because he’s already dipping his head down to give you a quick peck. In a strange way, it’s almost a perfect recreation of that upside-down spider man kiss scene.

Ultimately, he decides to keep the comparison to himself. If he were to mention it, you’d most likely start gushing about another movie actor.

He’s already heard enough of Ryan Gosling lately.

“I know you can open your mouth bigger than that,” you frown in his lap, readjusting the bundle of fries between your fingers.

The buckle of his undone seatbelt hits your ankle when you wriggle to find a comfortable position next.

Bradley licks the ketchup off his lip. “Yeah, you would know,” he teases, giving your butt a quick squeeze, sleazy look on his face.

Somehow, he’s the same person who was barely able to order food for himself inside the burger joint that’s currently behind his parked Bronco.

Receiving a silent look of disapproval from you, he finally clears his throat.

“Okay, someone didn’t find that funny,” he mumbles, stretching his mouth wider for you.

“A little more. Ahhh,” you sing, encouraging him to take the fistful of french fries. Under you, Bradley nearly chokes when you stuff one more in his mouth, slamming his jaw shut with finality.

“I like when your mouth is full. Less talking,” you jut your chin at him, all too pleased with the lapse of silence.

Bradley stills his chewing, raising a brow at you.

“Ugh! Stop it. Keep chewing those fries,” you complain, reaching for the large root beer resting on the dashboard behind you.

Bradley grins, mouth full of food, holding you steady when you twist your middle to grab the drink.

Swallowing down a large ball of potato, he leans forward, wrapping his lips around the straw, taking a long sip from the drink cradled between your hands.

“Are you full?” You question, watching him lean back after finishing off the remains of the beverage. You decide to set the empty cup into the driver's seat for now.

“Feeling so full, baby,” he groans, shutting his eyes as if it’ll help him digest it faster.

Pursing your lips to hold back a laugh, you place a suggestive hand over his stomach. “Yeah? Feel it all in your tummy,” your voice drops to a lower register, mimicking his dirty talk from the other day.

His eyes snap open, immediately.

The cramped Bronco, littered in empty paper bags and greasy wrapping paper jostles as he rushes to sit up tall. “You said no more jokes,” he scoffs, pinching your sides. What you said was worse than everything else he spat out tonight.

“Hey,” you whine, scratching his bloated stomach with your nails. “Don’t act all mad big guy. I know you’re about to give in anyways,” you giggle.

Bradley traces his teeth with his tongue, failing to conceal his growing smile. Because you’re right.

If you weren’t, he wouldn’t be thirty minutes away from home, favorite person in his lap and favorite cheat meal in his stomach.

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toysrguts · 5 days

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can i request sally face relationship headcanons maybe??

sally face fandom is sooo dead:(

sally face realtionship hc's!!!!

i dont write this kind of stuff usually but i actually had a lot of fun with this ^___^ i hope its everything u hoped for 🙏🙏

sal:

•his love language is quality time, he loves spending time with you even if youre just doing nothing together

•your presence is very comforting to him

•isnt physically affectionate unless he knows youre 100% okay with it

•once he gets comfortable around you he will not let go he loves cuddling

•your dates are more lowkey like playing video games or having movie nights

•writes little songs for you and plays them on his guitar

•the best listener, you can yap all day and you will have his full undivided attention

•you can feel the shift in his behavior when hes in public with you vs being alone with you. he can let his guard down when its just the 2 of you

•communicating is hard for him but he is very understanding

•has a lot of deep conversations with you

•at night especially is when he opens up most, and you find it really endearing

•he has insomnia so sometimes you stay up all night talking or doing other things

•he loves how good you are with gizmo, hes basically your child

•gets so flustered when you make eye contact with him so naturally because hes insecure and sensitive about his face

•your acceptance of him means a lot to him

•literally melts when you play with his hair or scratch his head

•has abandonment issues and often worries hes not doing enough but you do your best to reassure him

•he can also be really clingy but he knows when to give you your space

•gives you really meaningful obscure compliments constantly, he finds all your “imperfections” beautiful

larry:

•very loving but also likes to mess with you and is such a tease

•with randomly come up behind you and pick you up when you least expect it

•he loves playing with your hair, especially when youre in bed together he’ll run his fingers through it until you fall asleep

•takes you to all of his secret hangout spots around nockfell for smoke seshes and picnics

•although he can be intense sometimes, hes really gentle with you and knows how to calm you down when youre overwhelmed

•loves getting you little gifts when you least expect it

•he frequently invites you over for painting dates

•also treehouse dates!!!!

•falling asleep up there and getting to watch the sunrise together

•PLEASE steal his clothes he loves that shit

•especially when you give them back and they smell like you

•taking you to concerts and shows is like his favorite thing ever

•not afraid to show affection with you in public

•you're his and everyone needs to know

•when he gets comfortable you get to see a different side of him

•hes usually loud and silly and annoying but he has an emotional and vulnerable side that only you really get to see

•acts of service are his love language fs, he cooks and cleans for you all the time

•hes definitely the jealous type

•someone complimenting you is fine, but if he catches someone flirting with you hes throwing hands

•sharing music with you is his favorite past time

•picking up cd’s from the music store and blasting them on his stereo together

•or on public transport where each of you has an earbud in

•lisa LOVES you and is always so welcoming whenever you come to stay with larry

•makes special burned cd mixes for you and labels them with sharpie and doodles little things on them

ash:

•you are her entire world she cannot be away from you for more than 5 minutes

•thinks your eyes are really pretty and you catch her staring into them every so often

•makes really heartfelt handmade gifts for you (like one of her “little dudes”)

•tries to make you laugh when youre sad

•it works like 99% of the time

•takes you everywhere on her motorcycle

•“hop on loser, we’re going to mcdonald's”

•takes a lot of pictures of you together and hangs them up on her wall

•can always sense when something is wrong and always knows how to make you feel better

•writes you little love letters every so often so you never forget how she feels about you

•will beg and pleade to let her do your makeup

•its mostly just an excuse to get close to you and get to sit on your lap :3

•also loves styling you in different outfits even if you dont wear them out, youre like her own personal model

•has like 20 different nicknames for you

todd:

•he smells sooooo good

•like pine and cedar wood 🤤🤤🤤🤤

•and dont get me started on his hair

•its so fluffy and smells amazing he loves when you run your fingers through his curls

•loves taking you out and spoiling you because you deserve it

•so chill and easy to communicate with, your comfort and happiness is his number one priority

•very protective over you but he tries not to be overbearing

•talks about you to literally everyone when youre not around

•remembers all the little details about you that you would expect him to forget

•the biggest nerd ever and loves yapping at things he likes, but he loves hearing you talk about your interests even more

•if you get obsessed with something like a video game or tv show he will not rest until you get him into it too

•if you crash at his place, expect breakfast in bed

•if youve had a bad day hes there to pamper you and give you everything you need

•“i got you this cuz it made me think of you” as he holds out a rock in his hand

•seems really serious and intimidating but youd be surprised

•hes such a dork when you get to know him

•drives you around literally everywhere, he loves traveling with you with the windows down and the radio blaring

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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What would rin dad do of enemy got ahold of his and wife? Like kidnapped them and sent him video of them tied up

Maybe bonten too

Thank you and have a nice evening

Okay thought this would be best as a HC

Hope you like it.

How Bonten Reactions to you and Renzo getting kidnapped pt 1

Characters: Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho + Mochi

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood, kinda gore, kind of emotional.

There you and Renzo lie in a dimly lit room both you and your son bound to a bed looking malnutritioned and bruised beyond recognition as you pleaded with whoever to have your release or at least you sons. Begging your captors to let your son go, "Please his innocent, just let him go. I'll pay how much you want. PLEASE!" You screamed over and over. Your screams becoming more distant and quiet as the video came to an end.

*Rindou is away on a business trip in the HCs of Rans, Sanzu and Kaku + Mucho *

Rindou

Rindo doesn't even get halfway through the video, his already tracking the number that sent him that disgusting video.

He finds your location in less than 25 minutes.

The moment he walks into your captors, before your captors can even offer him a price for your release, Rindou is already letting off load after load.

He doesn't care who his shooting whether they're an important Yakuza boss or some low life underling. All he sees is red knowing that they have his family bound up hurt.

The moment his sure everyone is dead he rushes to find the two of you. His frantic like an animal on the hunt. He needs to find you. He feels like his going to go crazy unless he finds you.

When he finally here's your cries in a room in the furthest part of the house. He rushes in quickly undoing your bondages.

"Check on Renzo first" you say before Rindou can assess your wounds

His mind is racing he only wants to find Renzo now, and when he does a feeling of relief washes over him.

Once both you and Renzo are safe, he assesses your wounds.

"We're fine Rin, please let's just leave before they come after us"

"They're dead" Rindou says as he continues looking up and down your arms before grabbing at his sons face and checking his bruises.

The next day every major Yakuza boss receives the head of a member of the gang who attempted to kidnap you.

A warning to any gang who attempts to pull the same stunt.

Ran

When the video finishes Ran quietly puts his suit jacket on. He drives quietly in his car humming sum tune every now and then until his GPs tells him his reached his destination.

Ran stands outside the massive house waiting for someone to answer and while he waits he loads his gun with a smile, until finally he hears the door open.

"Who the fuck are you, you're not Rin-"

BANG

Ran's not going to let anyone finish speaking, all he sees is targets for his bullets.

Ran walks calmly through the house unloading his bullets into every person as he hums the same melody from the car.

Until finally he finds the main boss behind the gang who has his sister-in-law and nephew captives.

"I was having such a good day. My brother finished a deal in China for Bonten and I just recieved a new watch only for you to ruin my day with that video. You're lucky Rindou didn't see it before me, because he would've shot you straight in the brain letting you off with a peaceful death, but me I'm about to make learn the meaning of pain" Ran says with a smile as the a switch blade presses against the Yakuza bosses neck.

When Ran finds you he releases both you and Renzo, making sure to bring the young boy to you so that you can make sure his okay. He looks the two of you over eyeing that you're not hurt badly.

The moment the three of you reach his car Ran's demeanor changes.

"How about a quick McDonald's trip before I take you and mum to the infirmary"

When Rindou asks Ran the next day about what had occurred, Ran doesn't say much he just shows Rindou the thumbs of the Yakuza boss.

Sanzu

Sanzu just like Rindou can't even watch the video complete. The minutes he sees your distress face as well as Renzo's his a mad man. No one and nothing can stop him now.

His speeding throught the streets not caring what accidents he causes, he only cares about getting to you and Renzo.

When he finally arrives his knocking the door down, laughing like a maniac.

"HERE'S SANZU" he exclaims with a smile pulling out both his katana and hand gun.

His going ballistic laughing and smiling as he minces people to pieces not caring if he hurts himself in the process.

"You thought you could hurt them. Hahaha you guys think I'd let that happen"

Sanzu has everyone down with 10 minutes.

His quick to reach the two of you and when you eyes see his figure you're more concerned about him, with the gnashing wounds and blood pouring from his face.

Sanzu quickly undoes your bondages and hold both you and Renzo close scared that you'll dissappear if he let's go.

When Rindou comes back immediately the next day from his business travels after hearing what had occurred.

"Thank you for looking after my family while I was gone. I can't thank you enough"

"It's no problem got to show Renzo my cool superhero skills" Sanzu says nonchalantly .

Kakucho + Mochi

The minute the video ends and composure Kakucho had was long gone.

The thought of someone hurting a mother and her son makes him sick to his stomach, he can't imagine the type of pain you must be in but he sure as hell going to make your captors feel all sorts of pain

He leaves within an instant abandoning any work that needed to be done, which causes suspicion within the office. Causing Mochi to follow after him.

When Kakucho arrives at the grimy looking house his mildly surprised to see Mochi standing besides him.

"They have (Y/N) and Renzo in here" is all Kakucho says before Mochi can ask any questions.

"I'll fight, you get em" is all Mochi says in return.

Mochi knocks the doors down and starts a distraction as Kakucho goes searching for the two of you.

The sounds of Mochi guns drowning out your cries to be released.

Kakucho begins to panic as struggles to find you until finally Mochi's gun quiets and his able to hear you faint please for help.

Kakucho sees you and begins to tear at the sight of your distressed body and Renzo's tired body. He quickly unties the both of you.

"Don't worry you're safe now" Kakucho says with tears slipping down his cheeks as he carries both you and Renzo out.

When Rindou comes searching for you, he finds you in the infirmary. Kakucho at your side.

"Are they okay?"

"Yes I'm sorry for taking so long to help them"

"No it's fine Kaku. Thank you so much, for saving them while I was away."

"Don't thank me alone, Mochi also helped"

"Argh don't mention it" Mochi says as he pushes the curtain of his infirmary bed away.

"Saving people is what we do" Mochi says as he holds a cloth to his bullet wound.

"Ending em too" Mochi adds.

Hope you guys like it and if you'd like a part 2 with Mikey, Takeomi and Koko let me know

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bucknastysbabe · 11 months

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I’m lovin’ it - Aegon II

This is straight crack like I mean if you read this more than once you’re entitled to go do meth behind a strip mall and work overnight stocking. This is for Chris you big fat dirty white bitch why’d you take me off the motherfuckin schedule with yo triflin ass- @teamaemond

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser Stoner McDonald’s Worker!Aeg, modern universe, meet fuck, play place defiled more than usual, doggystyle, dirty talk, pnv!sex, I did not beta I just word vomited aggressively

A/N: based off the crazy ass anon that asked if Aegon would fuck in a McDonald’s play place and I couldn’t help but lose my shit

So McDonald’s wasn’t really twenty-four hours in your town. Too small. 10 o’clock would roll around and they usually had one or two workers and every machine was ‘broken’ by then. No really. They told you one time their hot was broken. You asked for coffee.

But you needed some coffee and some fries before going into an all-nighter studying at the local community college in the area. Hopefully the ‘hot’ wasn’t broken or the weird foot guy was working the night shift. You liked the stupid blonde, he was cute and flirty. Usually he would give you free stuff. Argan? Argon…something weird like that.

Walking into the desolate McDonald’s you breathed a sigh of relief at the blonde working tonight. No foot talks. He seemed bored and positively stoned out of his gourd, leaning against the counter. The man drawled, “How can I help you?”

You came closer and snatched at his name tag, making him yelp. Aegon. You snickered, “Aegon. What kinda name is that?” He grimaced and spat back, “A family one. I’m trying to go home early- so what’s the order.” He had a cute blush on his pale cheeks, pale orbs staring you down.

“Uh just a medium coffee and same for the fries. That’s all.”

“That’s a stupid order,” he commented while ringing it up.

You gave him a look, mouth gaping. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Aegon smirked, “I don’t know, I’m about to close, I have all this leftover food and you want a coffee and fries. That’ll be three-oh-eight.” You handed him a five and teased, “Why don’t you eat the leftovers? You’re like…high as balls right now.” Aegon’s lips pouted and he sniffed, “I’m not trying to be one of those fat fuck stoners.”

You raised a brow at his slightly softened midsection and stifled a laugh. Violet eyes narrowed at you and he turned around to make your food. Plopping yourself on the counter you asked, “Soooo, you got siblings?”

“Yes.”

“Are they blonde too.”

“…Yes.”

“Oh. I graduated with Aemond.”

“He’s a dick.”

You laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. Aegon handed you the coffee and fries, having grabbed himself some nuggets in the meantime. He grumbled, “I gotta close soon.” You shrugged, “You don’t want company?”

A brow raised, heat coming across his eyes, “What kind of company are we talking about babe?”

Well.

Aegon had his standard black pants down, fucking you bent over the likely germ infested ball pit of the play place. He said there were no cameras in there…which had to be a total liability. No matter the issue he could fuck and had a nice cock.

His warm hands gripped your hips as he panted in staccato breaths, moaning, “Fuuuck, you’re fucking tight!”

You haphazardly flailed across the balls, unable to gain purchase as he fucked pathetic little ‘ah ah ah’s’ out of you. Reaching back to grab a boney wrist you whined, “C-can we- fuckshit- pleaAse find another spot! I-I d-oooon’t want a needle in ME! Goddamn!”

Aegon laughed, stupidly composed in his situation as he eased you down to the padded floor, hand now on the small of your back to push towards a better angle. You cried out as his cock drug along your sweet spot, pulling and stretching all the right walls. The blonde swatted a hand across your bouncing ass, huffing, “God- you’re gonna make me blow too fast, sh-shit.”

One of his gorgeous hand snuck down between your thighs to get at your swollen clit, sometimes sliding around where his cock stretched your cunt out. You mewled at the obscene feeling, wailing his name. The walls of your pussy were fluttering now, ecstasy taking a hold of body and mind. Chewing on your bottom lip, you thrust back to meet Aegon’s hips in wet slaps, hoarsely moaning.

“Oh Christ,” he whimpered under his breath, tone still low and raspy. Your legs were shaking, Aegon having to pull you up to keep from sliding flush to the ground. He leaned over your sweaty back, cooing in your ear with a playful nip, “Feels that good huh? You’re a needy little thing.”

“‘M gonna cum,” you squeaked with frantic eyes.

He began to nip and lap at your neck, disgustingly hot.

His fingers pinched and tugged at your clit, sending you over the edge with a careening wail, seizing up and milking his thick cock with rhythmic squeezes. Aegon stuttered on a breath, gasping for air as he quickly pulled out and painted your ass with hot cum. The idiot fell back onto his ass, you laying flat on the floor now.

You panted, pussy throbbing in the best way. Aegon moaned in content, “Needed that.” Finally pushing yourself off the floor you retied your ponytail and scoffed, “Yeah I’m not getting any studying done tonight.”

Aegon laughed, an endearing giggle, full lips stretched into a smile. He cocked his head and offered, “We can make this a full time…deal if you wanna help me close up? I’ll make it worth your while.” Then he gave you a cringeworthy wink. You found yourself grinning uncontrollably at the loser, accepting his proposition.

Besides, what’s wrong with a good fuck in the McDonald’s play place from a hot blonde?

#crack fic #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut

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kekaki-cupcakes · 9 months

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Hello! ✨

So… hear me out: Nico with a monster reader.

Like imagine he is sent out to defeat him but turns out he’s good and super like chill and relaxed.

Like imagine he goes in and suddenly he is sat down drinking tea and chatting about the weather.

Lol.

So nico sneak him in the camp covered in mist and when asked goes like *cue it’s a smoothie meme* “just found him… nothing weird here”

And if ppl discover the reader is a monster he like defends him like totally?

Like I imagine he’d love a reader that’s like maybe half snake? Idk. ‘Cause I think he finds snakes cute.

Maybe not a harpy or fury (is it called like that? I’m not sure)

Leo could totally pull the same stuff too. Maybe Percy too.

Jason totally not.

What do you think?

You can just answer to this as thoughts in need of an opinion and not a request if u want to/feel uncomfy writing this kind of reader.

Ps: loved the Dionysus one. Love love love it!

Kisses and enjoy that smoothie!

Love this idea, it was so fun to write and off I went a little overboard it's like 3.1k words so production is delayed but whatevs. It was a bit harder to write a totally general reader because of the monster thing but I think it worked. And if figured out that I tend to write character x readers from the perspective of the character requested too.

Chocolate cream and iced honeycomb---Nico di Angelo x Monster Reader

»»————-　★　———

“RACHGAA!”

“AHGHGHAAAA!” Nico snarled back at the sandy green snake.

It reared back a fraction, unblinking eyes narrowed at him as its thin tongue flickered in and out. Nico just stuck his tongue back out at the Ceraste, a horned viper. It would have been an easy fight, if it wasn’t for the fact that Ceraste grew to be about as big as an alligator.

It bowed to him, but that wasn’t a good thing. Two sets of horns, sharp and spiked, glimmered in the afternoon sunshine as Nico stood his ground, Stygian iron sword ready. “I have other monsters to kill, could we make this quick?”

Mortals around them just whispered behind their hands and kept walking, ignoring the battle to the death in the middle of the street. They probably just saw Nico walking an especially spiky and greek dog. He imagined the Ceraste as a poodle for a moment, and then stepped to the side and swung his sword quickly, blocking the violent jab in his direction.

“You’re supposed to be cute,” Nico hissed at it, stomping down hard on its tail and prodding at the light scales flecked with brown. Blood dripped almost instantly. Its scales were as tough as a normal snakes was, and he took advantage of that. Next time it circled, and shot out with lightning speed, shadows creating an arc through the warm summer air as Nico lashed out.

There was the sound of tearing skin, and a disgustingly drawn out squelch, that ended with a thud.

Nico kept his eyes squeezed shut until he could wipe the blood off his face, and then stared down at the decapitated ancient reptile. Blood and guts squished into the road, which he had to stomp on a few times before they melted into gold and ran down the drains in the rubbish filled gutters.

“Uhh,” Nico muttered, flapping his hand about until the sticky dark blood wasn’t on him anymore. “I need a drink.”

He glanced around the bustling New York street, spotting a hippie cafe that wouldn’t have anything stronger than a matcha tea, and a starbucks. A Mcdonalds not in sight, and at least another hour of tracking the final monster ahead of him, Nico opened the door to the busy starbucks.

As he stood in line behind someone with their hair in a dark bun, and two teenage girls wearing strawberry dresses, he unfolded the piece of paper with instructions for his mission. His target was supposed to be around this district, but Chiron wasn’t sure where exactly. Nico was sent to do the dirty work, because apparently nobody else wanted to see the light drain from something's eyes when they could be finding more demigods or retrieving lost items.

Monsters had been attacking demigods before they were in danger. Last week an eight year old Iris boy had showed up to camp with half a leg left, and the attacks had only grown in numbers.

Apart from being around this place, the only thing in common with the spike of violence, was the scales and thin tongues. A few Hydra's, Echidna the she-dragon had made another appearance, and of course, the multitudes of Ceraste.

Nico had just killed four of them, but there were more to come and more demigods in danger unless he found the source. Chiron had his theories, of course, but far-fetched was the idea that one of the snake footed giants had risen from the earth again. Glycon was an option of course, but Nico doubted it was him.

The queue had disappeared, standing around on the other side of the cafe as they waited for their orders, save one person, who was ordering an ‘iced honeycomb caramel latte’. The boy brushed his hair over his shoulder and turned to look out the window, then back to where he was paying for his latte.

Nico followed his gaze, watching with dread as the previously dead snake was hissing by the window. Hissing right next to him as well.

Nico turned slowly, hand on the hilt of his dark sword, but he was only met with the face of a small green python watching him curiously, big eyes shining underneath the bright lights of the cafe. He smiled back at it, immensely confused.

Then the little snake was pulled away and wrapped up into a writhing green ponytail of scales and little puppy-like reptilian faces, flickering tongues and toothless mouths.

“Is your boyfriend gonna order, or…”

Nico blinked out of his snake induced trance and whipped around to where the girl behind the counter was blinking tiredly at him.

The boy next to Nico stuffed change into his pockets and shook his head. The head the snakes were attached to, that was. The boy's eyes were covered by circular black glasses. He smiled. “Oh, I don’t know the emo.”

“I…” Nico started, eyes wide as he took what, or rather who, he was seeing. A gorgon. A real life teenage medusa [and a cute one at that], was standing in the middle of a starbucks, snakes tied back with yet another of the small pythons. He blinked a few times and cleared his throat, turning back to the cashier. “I’ll have one of the chocolate cream… frappuccinos, please.”

“Coming right up,” the cashier muttered, typing into their ipad and then motioning for him to move to the other side of the counter. Where the monster was.

The monster that Nico was starting to suspect he’d have to kill.

»»————-　★　————-««

“There you go. Have a great day.”

“Thanks,” Nico muttered back just as enthusiastically, and took his drink. He was still holding the hilt of his sword, heart pounding as loud as his footsteps as he stomped away. Was he supposed to find the lair of this teenage boy? Was he immortal? Was there any point killing him if he’d just pop up again? What was Nico going to do?

He didn’t have a drachma on him to call camp and ask Chiron what he should do, and to be honest, he wouldn’t have listened to whatever instruction he was given anyway.

The straw was pulled from his mouth as he was yanked sideways.

Something scratchy brushed his arm, and his middle was grabbed tightly. The breath left his lungs and the world blurred for a moment. Then he gasped, drink flying out of his hand, and landed in a booth on the red leather with a yelp. “What the-”

“Hello, pretty boy.”

Nico stared for a moment, heart racing. The boy [monster. He was a monster, not a person. There was a difference. Maybe] sat on the other side of the booth with a grin, latte in hand. His nails were painted green.

Nico noticed this as he gestured to the side, where the Ceraste he had just killed sat coiled up next to the table like a dog waiting for its owner. The sharp horns on its head looked a lot less threatening now that there was a pink scrunchie around one of them. “This is Keith, say hi, Keith.”

“RACHGAA!”

“What-”

“Ssso like, I'm just getting this straight, if you’re gonna kill me, just say that now.” The boy said, leaning forward with his hands pressed together and an easy smirk. “Because I havent been killed yet and I'm not going to Tartarusss anytime soon.”

He glanced towards Keith with a serious expression. “You sssaw what happened to Jeremy.”

Kieth’s tongue flickered in and out once. He seemed to take it as an agreement. Nico’s hand left his hilt as he spoke, even though he had no control of the situation and there was a tensed up snake by his feet. “What would you do if I was going to kill you?”

“Keep you asss an ornament in my Auntie Em’s garden.” He said, and Nico felt his legs swinging under the table. He put his chin on the palm of his hand. “You’re very pretty.”

Nico wasn’t sure which part of the conversation he should be worried about at this point. He didn’t really want to become a statue, but his stomach was filled with a pit of snakes and he was more worried that this gorgon could see the blush on his face through his black tinted glasses. He ended up blinking, a bit stunned.

“That was a joke, holy Hadesss you’re a wet mop of a person, aren’t you.”

“You’re the one with the mop head.” Nico snapped back with a sharp glare. That might not have been the right thing to say though, judging by the way one of the pythons sitting on the boy's shoulder wilted a little, ducking its soft looking head.

It got a pat on the head. “Don’t listen to him noodle, he didn’t mean it.”

Nico looked at the little green snake. Somehow it looked like it was smiling at him, but that could’ve just been the shape of its mouth. “...Sorry Noodle.”

“Noodle saysss thank you.”

Nico looked down at the floor, where his drink was now a brown puddle surrounded by broken shards of plastic. He glanced back up, squinting at the wriggling pythons that were no longer in a pony [snake?] tail. “Can you actually, you know…”

“Noodle says that Becky said Loch Nessss likes your earringsss, but they think you could do something with your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Nico scoffed, wrinkling his nose. Did his hair look bad? “It looks fine.”

“Don’t asssk me, ask Loch Ness,” he got in reply, then another smirk. Nico’s stomach rolled again, but it didn’t feel necessarily bad. What on Olympus was that supposed to mean? “And I reckon your hair’s pretty as isss.”

A moment passed, and Nico got the feeling he was being assessed. The boy opposite him sniffed once, and Nico wondered if he smelled like snake guts. That couldn’t be a very good look. “You’re a big three, aren’t you… Wait, no, let me guessss… Poseidon.”

Nico raised an eyebrow.

“That was a joke, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I figured.” He muttered, watching in slight disgust as Keith started to lick the chocolate cream frappuccino off the grimy tiles. “And you?”

“Daughter of Aphrodite.”

“That was a-”

“Joke. You’re catching on, pretty boy.” He grinned, and Nico noticed with a gulp that two of his teeth were sharpened and pearly white. Fangs. He shrugged, chin on his hands. “I honestly have no idea though, I dunno how I’m here. Maybe I sprouted out of her head like that flying horse did.”

“Why are you sending monsters to kill-”

“I wasss just tryna divert the attention, okay? That corpse wasssn’t my fault-” He started, waving his hand in the air to prove his point. ONe of the snakes, maybe noodle, twisted around a few times, tongue flickering out. Nico swore another one with a scar down its scaly spine rolled its soft brown eyes.

“What corpse?”

“No corpssse. I dunno what you’re on about, no one died.” He said quickly, taking a long loud sip of his drink, ice clinking. After a moment he sighed and looked down at the chipped nail polish on his hands. “Some demigod dude, ugh there's ssso many of you, gods must be like rabbits or something. Anyways, one of them found me and I diverted the attention, so I’d get another few weeksss.”

“Another few weeks of…?”

“Life. I mean, I can hide easily, but I already spent a month in San Fransisssco being chased by pitchforksss and metal dogs, and I didn't get Ssstarbucks for like, years, otherwise sssomeone would just pop out with a spear and stabby stabby no more Gabby.”

The scarred snake drooped sadly a little, slinking back into the writhing mass. Nico shook his head quickly. “Camp Half-Blood’s not like that. And I can use the mist.”

“What, you just gonna follow me around New York waving your handsss about for the rest of your life?” He chuckled, swirling his plastic cup around a few times and taking another sip.

“No, you can come back with me.”

Nico wasn’t even sure when he’d come up with the plan, but there was something about his smirk and his nail polish and his stupid jokes and the puppy-like python faces swirling around him that made Nico wince when he imagined him sleeping on the streets fighting off Romans.

“Why should I do that?”

“I…” Nico faltered. What reason did he really have? “I dunno.”

He bounced up, snakes swinging. Keith looked up from the puddle on the ground and shook its tail excitedly, like it knew what was happening already. Maybe this teenage gorgon really could mind control the ancient reptiles.

“Sssweet, let’s go!”

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“Ssso you’re like, completely sure I won’t be decapitated on sight?”

Nico paused, turning away from the gap in the shrubbery at the base of Half-Blood hill. He’d been watching as demigods slowly trickled into the dining pavilion, cabins regrouping for dinner and burning meals. He couldn’t promise this [really cute] boy that he’d be safe here, but Nico could promise that he’d protect him from any especially violent and biased Ares kids.

“If anyone tries to hurt you I won’t let their siblings visit them in the underworld.”

Nico had to look away again, red faced as he did that thing again, leaning forwards with his hand under his chin and his lips quirked up. “How romantic.”

“I- uh…” Nico choked, and then turned back to the now empty strip of green and strawberry plants, finally letting out a tense breath. “If we go now, I can hide you in my cabin until I guilt trip Chiron into letting me keep you.”

“And Keith.”

“And Keith,” he sighed. One more check to see if the coast was clear, and he slunk out of the bushes, pebbles crunching underneath his boots. He grabbed his new Starbucks [he’d been bought a new one as an apology for nearly being killed by Keith] and waved frantically behind him. “Hurry up, we gotta move.”

There was a scuffling, and then the slick sound of scales moving as the Ceraste followed them past the big house and down to the campfire. The flames were a humming orange, burning brightly in the dusk. It was summer, the mood was always high as campers came from school back to their families and friends.

“Okay, so like, where are you friendsss? Do you have friendsss?”

“Do you?” Nico shot back with a glare, keeping an eye on the open door of the Hermes cabin, but there was no movement inside, except for the pegasus that was chewing on someone's pillow.

“Yup! Noodle and Becky and Loch Nessss and Keith and Gabby and Fruit-”

“Yes…” Nico whispered back, rolling his eyes, but when he turned a little, Loch Ness [how could he already tell them apart?] was flicking its little black tongue at him, gummy mouth wide. “I have friends.”

“Great, isss that them?”

“...What.”

Nico whipped around, stepping in front of the boy he was currently smuggling with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Keith rattled its tail and hissed, neck arched. Nico wasn’t sure who was approaching them, the figures covered by the shadow of the Iris cabin. He kept his voice low, “the mist, we have to cover you.”

“Can you use the missst?” He whispered back loudly, over the nervous hissing around him.

“Of course I can use the mist,” Nico said. Then he realized something and gritted his teeth, face red. “But, just on me, unless I’m… you know…”

“Nope. I don’t know.” He said simply, and Nico turned away, grabbing his hand very quickly and closing his eyes for a moment, eyebrows pinched in concentration. Nico tried to focus on the magic he was weaving through the air and not the weirdly smooth skin of the hand he was holding, and if his own was sweaty or not.

When he opened them, the boy beside him was blinking with foggy looking dark green eyes that matched the snakes now covered by a dark hood. The only thing still him was that stupid smirk. “Did it work?”

“Yeah,” Nico’s voice wavered, and his grip tightened. “Okay, now act normal, they're coming over.”

“I’m not normal?”

“Nico, don’t be rude!” Hazel told him off, a gentle smile on her face anyway. Her hands were in the pockets of a large purple jumper, arm threaded through Franks. He waved nervously at Nico, like he still wasn’t sure he wasn’t about to kill him via skeletons. Hazel turned to the currently covered by mist boy. “Sorry about h-”

She squinted as a door slammed near the big three cabins. Nico’s hand was definitely too tight as his sister stared down the boy next to him. She licked her lips, “why is he covered by the mist, Nico?”

He had almost forgotten she was chosen by Hecate, goddess of the mist. Almost, but not quiet. He ducked his head. “Er, so you don’t… kill him?”

“I prefer to stay out of Tartarusss actually, I heard it smellsss pretty bad down there-”

“You can’t even imagine.”

Nico froze. Oh, could this get any worse? He sighed and turned to Percy, hoping his fingernails weren’t leaving indents in the smooth skin he was clutching. His other hand was cold from the icy drink he was holding.

Percy grinned obliviously, “who got there?”

“...Starbucks.”

“Ha ha,” Hazel muttered, raising an eyebrow. Nico nodded, pretending he was laughing too, and then sped past them, dragging along the hidden gorgon to the Hades cabin, who waved happily as they left the group.

Frank shuffled, “isn’t there a two demigods not allowed alone in a cabin rule?”

Nico groaned internally. Why did he have to word the [snitchy] question in such a way? He knew what he was going to see before he even turned to the shortly disguised boy next to him. He sighed and nodded, letting go of his hand and taking a long sip of his drink as he watched the chaos go down.

“Good thing I’m not a demigod!”

Hazel’s expression didn’t shift, she’d seen right through the magic at the very start. She’d seen the coils of scales and the circular black glasses, the strangely smooth skin somewhere between human and snake. She might’ve even seen the tiny fangs. Frank stepped back behind his girlfriend a little, his eyes wide.

Percy visibly paled, and then gulped. “Oh.”

“No hard feelingsss man. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Nico watched his gorgon for a moment and then smiled a little. He turned back to the gravel path leading to his cabin. “You ready? There’s a lot of skulls, just warning you.”

“Wait til you ssssee my place."

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Does Bruce Wayne's shop girl ever meet Batman 👀

Part One | Part Two | Masterlist | Part Four

Warnings: Cursing; attempted robbery at work; canon-typical violence

“Customer,” You manager warns. You hardly hear it over the rumbling in your stomach.

“Can you get this one?” You pout. “I haven’t been able to take my break yet and I’m off in, like, an hour.”

“...Customer,” She repeats unfeelingly before nodding you toward a man standing in front of a display case. You sigh softly, rounding toward them. You rarely get put on the evening shift, but whenever you do, it’s hell. You want the waiting customer to be Bruce, sure, but you don’t think that you could get that lucky twice. The thought of Bruce makes your chest flutter, and a small smile pulls at your lips.

You’ve seen him nearly every day for the past two weeks. He’s taken you to dinner at Taco Bell, McDonald’s, back to Chef du Roi (the two of you actually made it through the meal there—and it was pretty damn good), and to a handful of other restaurants. You’ve ended nearly every evening with a walk, some nice conversation, and a kiss or two (or a few) at your door. You’ve always wanted to invite him up, but Michelle is usually there—and you always forget to ask her to clear out or make herself scarce for a couple of hours. You get so caught up in Bruce when you’re with him.

“May I help you find something, sir?”

“Yes…” The man’s voice is tight and high, like he’s speaking through his nose. He turns before you can ask him to elaborate, and your gut swoops low with panic and shock as he turns to face you, the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your gut. “Your safe, if you would be so kind—Don’t scream,” He warns, brows raising. “Anyone notices us going there, just tell them I’m an inspector for the security company. Any sudden moves, any funny business, you get a gut full’a lead. Nod if you understand me.”

You nod slowly, almost on instinct. Your palms are sweaty; your heart is thudding roughly in your chest; your throat is dry, and feels as if it’s tightening by the minute. Your mind is racing, considering your exits, your outcomes. You don’t want anyone else in the store hurt—but if you try and raise the alarm, you’ll be shot—and you are so not willing to die for or at this job.

“Alright,” The man nods. “Say yes sir, and let’s be on our way.”

“Yes sir,” You parrot quietly. You take a step back, then whirl around, whacking and knocking a small mirror off of the counter.

“You stupid bitch—Pick it up,” The man hisses.

“I’m sorry, sir,” You scurry around the counter, scrabbling for the mirror. As you straighten, you nudge the silent alarm with your knuckle. You set the mirror on the counter, holding up your shaking, apologetic hands before gesturing him down the hall. “Please, follow me.”

You make it a point not to make eye contact with your manager—hell, you don’t look at anyone. You don’t dare. You’re afraid your fear will read too clearly on your face, and you don’t want to raise anyone’s hackles. You still don’t think if the way you nudged the button will even draw a response team; you don’t know what the man will do once the team of responders makes it—if they make it. You’ll have one more chance at the safe, at least.

You lead the way into the hallway, taking slow, measured steps. You reach the office, pushing the door open and leading the way to the safe. You glance back, your panic welling as the man shuts and locks the door behind you. You crouch down slowly, pulling the door to the safe open. You bite your lip, fingers hovering over the buttons.

“Go on.”

You can’t. You can’t—Christ, what’s the duress code? You hurriedly jab the first numbers that come to mind—9-1-1-9. The safe beeps three times, the small display light flashing yellow.

“Open it!” The man demands. You gasp, drawing in a wince as he presses the muzzle of the gun to your temple. You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping your apology out and hurriedly putting in the right code. The safe beeps once, light flashing green. You scurry out of the way as the man gives your head a shove. You push yourself into the very corner of the office, cowering as he rakes cash and repaired jewelry into his bag. You draw in steady, even breaths, swallowing thickly. If you can keep breathing, you’ll make it through this. You’ll be home in no time—you’ll be telling Michelle about the crazy day you had at work—

You go still as you hear someone pounding on the door. You think it must be your manager, but—

“Open up! This is the police!”

You glance nervously between the robber and the door. Damn, you wish they hadn’t said that; why couldn’t they just have busted the fucking door down?

“What the fuck did you do?”

Ice trickles through your veins as the man stands slowly; cash is sticking out of his pockets, out of his bag; he’s raising his gun to point at you.

“What the fuck did you do?” He repeats in a yell.

“N-nothing, nothing, I didn’t do anything—” You babble desperately, holding your hands up in front of your face. You can’t look anywhere else but at the man, and his gun—and oh, god, you’re going to die in the back office of a job that you hate—

You hear a crash!, and you scream, raising your hands to cover your face. You expect searing pain, but you feel nothing but the rush of wind. You shouldn’t be able to feel anything of the sort—the window is shut. Then, you hear the desk being shoved aside, and the grunts and groans of the robber. Opening your eyes and peering through your fingers, your view is briefly shrouded in black. You watch, stunned, as the cape of the Batman sways and bobs with his movements. You back up even more, pressing yourself against the wall as the caped crusader turns to face you.

Your gaze nervously sweeps his stormy expression—the darkness around his eyes, and the stern set to his jaw. Before you can say or do a thing—before you can thank him—he turns, breaking through the window. You jump up, stumbling over the unconscious robber, and leaning out of the window to catch sight of him. You can’t, though—he’s gone already. You peer into the night regardless, even as the cops bust into the room and demand the unconscious robber put the gun down.

You jump slightly at the sound of the knock on your bedroom door.

“Are you awake?” Michelle’s voice is muffled. You’re tempted to stay quiet. You already told her that you don’t really want to talk about what happened, that you’re just not ready. Filing the report with the police had been hell; having a microphone shoved into your face as by Gotham News as you'd tried to go home had been worse. You’ve just gotten off of the phone with your parents, and the conversation had been less than ideal. You’ve been planning on crying yourself to sleep.

“Your friend is here,” Michelle tacks on. You frown. Your friend? What friend? You don’t know who it could possibly—

“The rich one?” Michelle adds.

Oh—No—

“Hang on,” You hurry to call back. You stand, looking around your bedroom. Shit. Shit. Bruce Wayne is here, now? You haven’t had time to prep—to clean, to put on something cute, nothing of the sort. Oh, hell. What’s he doing here? Why didn’t he just call or text? This is the one time you don’t want to see him in person.

You hurry over to your mirror, peering into it. Crap. You swipe the tears from your cheeks, blinking hurriedly. God, you look like a damn mess. You neaten your hair, smooth your hands over your heated cheeks.

“Just a sec,” You call back again before you run over to the chair in the corner of your room. You sweep all of the clothing there into your arms and turn away, shoving it into the closet. You push that door shut before you hurry over to the door. You hurriedly flip on the switch for the string lights hung around your room, then shut off the overhead light. Maybe this’ll make how tired you look seem a little more romantic. You draw in a deep breath before you open the door.

Bruce is leaning in your doorframe, gaze set downward. As you pull the door open, he glances up at you, a smile on his lips.

“That was more than a sec,” He teases. You laugh nervously.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry,” You take a step back, nodding Bruce inside. “I wasn’t expecting you over, that’s all.”

“I was in the neighborhood, figured I’d stop by,” He says, beginning to stroll around your bedroom.

“You were in this neighborhood?” You scoff, unable to help it. “Why?”

“Just needed to get out.”

“Made Alfred drive you?”

He smiles a touch. “No. I’ll have you know that he has the night off.”

“Lucky Alfred.”

“...Also, I, uh…” Bruce seems to lean in, peering at your bookshelf. “I saw something on the news.”

“Oh? Fireman help a kitten out of a tree?”

“...That,” He turns to face you, “And the robbery at the store.”

“Attempted robbery,” You correct in a mutter.

“Right, the uh…Batman.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

You should say yes. You should tell Bruce that you’re totally fine, and ask him to take you to Chipotle. You’re actually still quite hungry—but hey, almost being shot will work up an appetite, right? You should keep your answer light.

But the events of the day are still in your mind; your conversation with your mom, with her urging you to come to Metropolis, and to leave the only home you’ve ever known, is still running through your ears.

You open your mouth to answer him, but no words come out. You hear yourself loose a small, broken little sob. You raise your hand to cover your mouth, embarrassment bubbling up as you curl your arm around your middle, taking a step back. Before you can apologize, Bruce crosses the room, drawing you into his chest. You lean into him heavily, hiding your face in his shoulder. You shudder with sobs, fingers curling in the fabric of his sweater. Bruce doesn’t tut or tell you that it’s alright, or that there’s no reason for you to cry. He just rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb sweeping comfortingly along your nape.

“...You better not be going into work tomorrow.”

The warning is murmured against your temple. You smile and sniffle, shifting just a little where you’re curled up against his chest. The two of you have been laying on your bed for nearly an hour now. Neither of you have spoken much. He’s simply let you cry it out. He hasn’t even grappled with the fact that your tears have left a damp patch on his sweater.

“I have to. I’ve got opening shift.”

“Don’t go.”

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

You don’t gripe with him, though it would be easy to. You don’t tell him that rent is due soon; you don’t tell him that January commissions on discounted stock can be pretty damn good, and that you’re trying to save up to go see your parents in Metropolis. You just look down at where he’s holding your hand.

“It’s better if I go in right away. If I let fear keep me out of there, I won’t ever go back.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just brushes his lips against your forehead, his thumb sweeping the side of your hand.

“Tell you what,” He murmurs, “You’re braver than I am.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. I’m saying it.”

You chuckle softly, tipping your head back to look at him.

“Thank you for coming over.”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Bruce murmurs, stroking his knuckles along your cheek.

“Careful, Mr. Wayne. I’ll start to think you have a soft spot for me.”

“Hardly the worst perception people have had of me.”

“How do you think the Gazette would take it if I told them that you can be quite sweet when you want to be?”

“Don’t you dare. You’d ruin my public image.”

Part Four

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Batman x Reader #Batman x You #The Other Half

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wallbang-buzzkill · 2 years

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CoD MW2 HCS (that nobody asked for but I'm vibing with)

Alejandro has started a habit between he and Rudolpho: everytime they drive by/pass a stray cat they figure out what kind of name the cat seems like it would have. They'll explain why they think a name fits or one suggests something and the other either offers a counter-name or goes 'yeah that seems right.'

Soap tries to join in on the cat naming, but he always takes too long trying to come up with something. Alejandro thinks this is funny. Soap's never named a cat.

Price likes half-n-half lemonade ice tea. Ghost thinks it's an abomination.

Alejandro likes gryos and always goes crazy when they pass a place that makes them. If there's time to kill the others oblige and pull over, if not they sigh and make note of the location.

Gaz is wary of pigeons. Soap likes to throw fries to them from wherever they're eating, prompting Gaz to smack his arm lightly. Price agrees that they're getting too friendly.

Ghost likes learning about local legends from Alejandro and Rudy. They'll share especially when it's dark out or halfway through a long drive, with mouths full of food and interrupting each other to add their own little anecdotes/experiences. Alejandro is big on interrupting stories and finishing them.

Ghost in turn tells them about Spring-Heeled Jack, the Black Shuck, and other English myths. everybody listens with rapture- even Price finds it interesting. Ghost even gives dates and detailed incidents of sightings/witness accounts. Where does he learn these? No one knows. Soap thinks Ghost was just born with the knowledge.

Gaz loves Arab food, especially sweets. Farah introduced Price and him more recently to knafeh. During time off he'll find local Arab-run shops or restaurants for treats you won't find in a western store.

Ghost and Price exchange jokes, the same kind Soap found insufferable during his time being hunted by Graves. Despite them always drawing groans during downtime, they have an arsenal of silly, sometimes fucked up jokes. They help during times of stress.

Soap teaches Alejandro and Rudy Scottish slang and they forget it immediately. They bond over football and even play impromptu games when there's a moment to breathe. Soap is fearsome on the field, but Rudy's close behind.

Price is also interested in these games, but he'll yell from the sidelines and hype both sides up. No one knows who's side he's on, but he's definitely the coach.

Soap has a soft spot for the cartoons he'd watch as a kid. Being grown now and a soldier in the military, he doesn't have time to watch much of anything, but he recalls them fondly. Ghost pokes fun at this for being childish, but both he and Soap know warm memories are worth holding near.

Gaz doesn't like horses. He says they're always up to something.

DON'T startle Price or Ghost. There's fight or flight- they both fight. The second you pop out of trash bin or from behind a door, you're getting a solid set of knuckles to your face. The second they realize it's you they're apologetic, but of course, you know not to Fucking Do That.

When they were kids, Rudy's grandmother had a parrot that had a perch near the kitchen and otherwise free roam of the house. Alejandro taught her how to swear. Rudy's grandma found out and called them over, but Alejandro felt bad enough to blurt out that he had done it before she could even say anything.

Gaz likes the movie theater and always feels rotten smuggling candy in, but he's not paying the outrageous prices for stale M&Ms. Soap feels fine about it.

Price doesn't like McDonald's but he'll steal your fries. You won't even notice him doing it; he's that good.

#call of duty #codmw #modern warfare 2 #john soap mactavish #simon riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolpho parra

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Pairing: Reader x Minho

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst | Brother's Best Friend type thing | Non-Idol AU | Breakup AU | Twin Brother!Felix

Plans don't go the way you hoped and you think it's better to be the asshole in the break up for his sake.

Masterlist

[6:40]

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Minho huffs upon hearing your rushed footsteps kicking through the smooth, fine, sand.

He doesn’t make much effort to look away from the ocean even when you mutter an apology, gaze completely fixated to the movement of the waves crashing along and taking in the rhythm that it naturally creates.

Shoes neatly placed beside him, Minho has his legs extended to let the cold water just wash onto his bare feet and calves.

“Overslept,” you say and sit beside him, your own shoes tossed haphazardly beside you to mimic the zen-like position that Minho seems to have put himself in. “When I got downstairs, Felix freaked out and thought that I was a ghost, so he dropped his glass and we had to clean it up.”

“You’re brother’s strange,” Minho states plainly.

“I know.”

Once comfortable on the sand with the water splashing over your legs, you close your eyes and lean backwards with your hands holding you up.

You’ve known Minho for a few years. He moved to Sydney while you were still in high school and quickly became acquainted with your twin brother after meeting for the first time in the school’s dance club.

Not long after that, he became a regular at your house; spending weekends over playing video games or dragging you and Felix out to get McDonald’s because he was hungry. Most nights, though, Minho would try to drag only you out to watch the sunrise at the beach not that far away from the neighbourhood.

The spot soon became somewhat of a date spot for the two of you. The first time he confessed to you was while you were watching the sunrise, when he asked you out, it was at the beach—the first time you gathered the courage to kiss Minho was with the waves crashing behind you like some romantic scene straight out of a drama.

And even after Minho graduated high school and went into university, he still kept his promise of meeting you at the beach almost everyday. It was as if that specific spot on the shoreline was just your place; somewhere that only the two of you shared.

To say that Felix was shocked—and mildly horrified—when he accidentally found the two of you in the middle of a date was an understatement. Your, typically, sweet and sunshine brother had almost gone berserk, calling Minho ‘half a rat’s ass because I’m going to find the rest of the rat and make you whole again’.

Yeah… it didn’t entirely make sense… but the rage was oddly reassuring to you because at least you knew that he had your back. What wasn’t reassuring was the way Felix chased him around the parking lot of the mall for almost an hour, calling Minho all kinds of profanities for even thinking of touching his beloved ‘baby’ twin—because he was born a minute earlier.

The moment’s quiet, serene, as the two of you bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. Your eyes are closed as you lean back on your arms and just take in the beach through every once of your senses; the cold water on legs, the fine sand on your skin, the smell of the beach, and the taste of salt that lingers in the air.

“I’m going back to Korea in three months.”

And your heart drops.

But you can’t say you’re entirely surprised.

“I thought you said you were coming to London with Felix and I,” you claim, turning to him.

“Yeah, but…” Minho trails off, letting out a sigh. “We all knew I was still considering it. I need to go back, (Y/n). But that means that you’re coming with, right?”

He turns to look at you, hopeful. You made a promise saying that wherever he goes, you’d go, too. That included in his decision of whether or not he would go to London or back to Seoul to finish his final year.

But you realised your mistake in making that promise because if you followed Minho to Seoul for university, Felix would have to learn to figure out the challenges of university and a new country all on his own. You can’t find it in yourself to leave him alone in a place so unfamiliar despite knowing that he’s a tough cookie.

Nothing can take down Lee Felix; the man with a heart of gold and a mentality basically built out of steel.

Minho knows that, which is why he wasn’t too surprised when you promised that you would come with him.

“Right… (Y/n)?”

“I—” you cut yourself off and let out a loud sigh of frustration. “You can’t make me choose between you and my brother, Minho,” you say harshly. “I made that promise under the assumption that we would be going to the same place together—the three of us.”

Shock completely paints his features, eyebrows knitting together in disbelief and lips parted. This is the first time that you’ve ever spoken to him this harshly and even you know that.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now,” Minho mutters. “I’m not making you choose. You made the decision on your own—you promised.”

“Yeah! So, I did!” you laugh bitterly. “I’m sorry. I was under the impression that we would’ve gone to London anyway.”

“That’s not fucking fair. You knew that I was torn between going home and going to London. You can’t just pull this shit out of nowhere—do you know how insane you sound right now? You lied to me because you ‘assumed that we were all going to London’? Be fucking realistic, (Y/n),” he scoffs.

“Oh, come on, Minho. Did you really expect that I’d follow you? Felix would be all alone in London! I can’t just leave him!”

“He’ll fucking survive, (Y/n)! He’s not a child—he’s a grown man for fuck’s sake!”

“He’s still my brother!”

“I—” Minho quickly cuts himself off and takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he sighs shakily. “You know what? I can’t have this conversation right now” he mutters while shaking his head and standing. He grabs his shoes from beside him and stands, “let’s talk about this later. When we’re calm.”

His effort in still trying to stay calm in order to not accidentally hurt you makes you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to desperately try and stop the tears from breaking through. But you take a deep breath to compose yourself and re-open your eyes.

“We’re over,” you say, trying your best to stay as emotionless as possible, it’s for the best; you think. This way Minho would have a reason to not love you anymore.

He’ll move on faster.

The statement makes Minho halt in the middle of brushing sand off of his pants and he looks at you in disbelief, hurt completely painting his features.

“Is that really how you want to end this? You’re just throwing away those years like it was nothing?” His voice has lowered to a whisper, as though the very thought of it is cursed to say aloud. When you don’t say anything or even turn to look at him, Minho’s voice becomes more pained, “we can talk about this—l-like we always have. Come on…”

He doesn’t make any attempt to get closer, nor does he actually say anything else. All Minho does is stare; eyes boring into the back of your head as you maintain the appearance and stare at the horizon.

“Okay,” he finally says, voice cracking. “If that’s what you want, then okay. Just… if you wanna talk about it in the morning, I’ll still be waiting.”

The way Minho’s voice shakes, the strain in his words, right before his footsteps drag through the sand until they become more distant is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tears start to roll.

And when the Sun starts to peak over the horizon, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing at what you’ve just done.

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teatimeweirdo · 2 years

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+Genshin modern au headcanons+

note: ahhh my tumblr hasn't been working since yesterday, it wouldn't show my blog and the app would always crash when i tried to open my notifications TwT, I'm also trying around with new point of view so don't be to harsh

Characters: Scaramouche, Kaeya, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo

Scaramouche

Flat Earther™/j

I can see him studying Biology at University

Ei and Yae raised him together, not well, but they raised him (he is a little brat)

in his off time he probably hangs out with Kazuha, because they have been besties since Kindergarten

listen what if he's a part-time, totally underpaid, McDonald's worker, who is absolutely done with everyone's bs (that's how he met you)

he totally didn't like you at first, but you were one of Kazuha's friends and Kazuha wouldn't stop bringing you around to meet with him, so the two of you were kind of forced to hang out eith each other

don't expect any nicknames from him, or random sweet texts or phone calls, I don't think scaramouche uses his phone a lot and he prefers physical affection in the comfort of you own home more then quick texts... although he will get a little sad when u don't text him all day

he probably would take you to the cinema for dates, he doesn't enjoy movies or people, but he enjoys the dark and quietness of the cinema (he sneaks in snacks)... he probably also likes the weird feeling of entering the cinema when it's light outside and leaving when it's dark outside

I also think he would quite enjoy just sitting in his room and playing video games, i doubt he has any that the two of you can play together, but he is willing to tale turns if you desperately want to play too, he enjoys cuddling while playing video games... not like he would admit it tho

Kaeya

Kaeya lives of his dad's money, not that he's mooching of of him but he has difficulties finding a job, so he's currently building a career as a model, it kind of works... he has a bit of a following on his social media channels, but no product placements yet

listen as much as i want to make Kaeya and Diluc hate each other.... i literally can't, they just bicker like normal siblings (noone is allowed to talk shit about Diluc or Kaeya will fight them, Kaeya on the other hand is allowed to trash talk Diluc)

let's be real here, he probably wasn't the smartest kid at school, he probably nearly failed Maths or something

listen he probably speaks French, just like his father and brother, they're a very fancy family™

he probably met you while taking a photo, he was blocking your way... you asked him to move and he just sparked up a conversation with you

he tries to be cool about his little crush, but behind closed doors he is just a love sick puppy.... he probably asked his dad for advice (and maybe diluc, but diluc's advice wasn't very helpful)

congratulations you are now his personal photographer/j, no but seriously he probably takes on you very aesthetic dates so he can take pretty pictures... to be fair he has a whole folder with pictures of you :3c

he's the kind of person who texts you all the time... he would text you shit like "diluc just fell down the stairs, today will be a great day ❤️", he would probably call you in the evening before you go to sleep and then talk you to sleep

Kaeya is an outgoing person, he doesn't like just sitting around in his room, he would probably take you to a club if you're into that, if not he might just take you on a walk

Kazuha

He's a musician, probably plays music on events and has a YouTube channel where he posts his music...I can also see him having studied philosophy in university for a short time before dropping out when he realized it just wasn't his thing

he's been besties with Scaramouche since Kindergarten and he has been raised by Ningguang and Beidou

Besides english he also speaks Chinese, which was taught to him by Ningguang

You met Kazuha at a relative's Graduation, the school had paid him to perform some music there.... you thought he was pretty handsome and decided to talk to him, it went pretty well and he even gave you his number in the end

his favorite type pf dates are probably spent in his apartment, when the two of you just spend some time together and watch a movie or show... he likes the quietness but the togetherness

he is more into calling than texting, he will just text you a few lines of poetry that flew into his head, he prefers calling because he insists that your voice is his inspiration

Kazuha has probably like 2 Cats called Luna and Artemis, he is a cat person and has a fear of dogs

Ayato

Ayato is rich, like rich rich... he's from old money, his family had been wealthy for years, so kind of all he knows is rich

he has a strained relationship with his parents, since they're pushing him to take over the company... he really enjoys his time with Ayaka she's his baby sister so he kind of always puts up with her shenanigans

he probably took economic courses in school, mainly because his parents kind of pushed him into it, but also because he wants to give Ayaka the best advice he can give

You two probably met on the train, weird place to meet ppl but trust me it works, the train was FULL there was barely space to move and he asked if he could sit next to you, it was a bit of a longer train ride so the two of you started talking to make things less awkward, in the end you exchanged numbers

Ayato prefers texting over talking mainly because he has a full schedule, he send you cute little good luck texts and photos of cute cats, you know the kind with lots of a hearts and blush with a cute caption

he prefers dates at home or at least somewhere in private, he is lowkey famous/people know that he comes from money and it makes him uncomfortable when people see him out with someone because there will probably be talk of the person he is with/you only being in it for the money

Albedo

Albedo is a university student studying chemistry, he got a scholarship for his grades...he makes some extra money tutoring children in chemistry

when Albedo was young, his parents were almost never around so he was pretty much raised by Alice (she basically was his mom at this point), he actually was so excited when he found out that Klee was on the way, he wanted to be such a good big brother

he enjoys going to places by train, because he likes to look out the window, it's hard to explain but he likes to see the scenery rush past him,.... he doesn't enjoy the other people on the train tho

you net him when babysitting Klee, Albedo wasn't supposed to be Home for a few more hours so Alice hired you as a babysitter, but as it turned out that someone canceled their tutoring lesson so he got to go home early, he decided to spend time with you and help you take care of Klee until the evening, he ended up giving you his number

Albedo dislikes both texting and calling, he mush rather spends his time with you instead of longing for you when just seeing a screen, although he enjoys it when you send him cute cat pictures

he likes study dates, or if you don't go to university he enjoys just sitting in a small Café with you, Albedo loves coffee and wants to share that with you, he doesn't mind if you don't enjoy the bitterness and has no problem with ordering some hot chocolate for you

Albedo also likes babysitting Klee with you, and Klee likes being around you because she can see that you make her big brother happy

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #kaeya x reader #kadehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche #kaeya #kamisato ayato #kadehara kazuha #albedo

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chibitorra · 6 months

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I am actually so fucking mad at how Coral Island handled Charles.

They showed us a gourmet meal of potential angst-with-a-happy-ending and they served us fucking day-old McDonald's.

Huge rant and kind-of spoilers under the cut

Charles was introduced as someone who was disowned by his parents in his youth, and was previously cheated on by his ex-partner (and for some reason I'm remembering a wedding night in that too but I can't find the source for that rn) and struggled to find love ever since.

But all we got was Charles being a doctor, losing a book, getting his hair dyed, and-- we started getting somewhere when scott threw that party at the seaside place-- how no one would talk to him about anything but his job, how upset that made him, and his little 5-second-long snippet of angst where he was crying alone on the couch. He even said in one of those events that "if love were to find him it would march right through his living room and into his lap" which I was CERTAIN was going to be foreshadowing of the PC doing just that.

But instead we got more of Charles being a doctor, but to kids this time, and the abomination of pt2 of that where you two just garden. Which, afterwards, he admits to secretly liking you for a long time (which is EXTREMELY funny because Charles honey it's not a secret I've been dating you for a quarter of a month now skdhfkjdhad) and he also admits to never feeling this way for someone before like the man didn't almost get married before having his heart violently ripped from his chest!!

Like, his backstory got left behind and forgotten like cargo luggage that fell off the roof of your car on a long road trip. He only mentions Brooke like... once (twice if you count the book with their name on it in his room) his whole ordeal is treated like an afterthought. All he became in the end was a doctor who's sole personality was just... being a doctor.

and I KNEW someone like Charles, who was cheated on by someone he trusted and that shit stays with you forever, the pain from something like that doesn't just go away, even for a doctor like Charles I imagine.

I wanted so badly for Charles to be this secretly broken man who the PC warms up to, and slowly over time teaches him that it's okay to love to love again, teach him how to trust again. Show him that they love him for who he is, he doesn't have to change his hair or worry about how he looks because they will always love him for him.

God I am so actually sad over the state of his heart events.

And like, it's FINE if anyone else doesn't have a problem with them, I'm not out here trying to shame people for liking the direction they took, it's just not at all what I expected with what info we were given on him.

#torra rambles #coral island #charles coral island #guess I'm boutta start a new file for Nora and Scott #version 1.0 of this game is honestly a bit of a train wreck #I still really love Coral Island don't get me wrong #but like... man

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kaiser-author-san-iii · 2 years

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In pursuit of happiness | Various Genshin Impact men x Reader

Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

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"I think one of the best days of my life was when my nephew was born. Since then, we’ve been two peas in a pod. He looks up to me though he probably shouldn’t.”

It seemed like yesterday that her nephew, [Nephew’s name], was born. They weren’t in the delivery room or even in the hospital when it happened because she was too busy dressing to impress. She was always so close to her sister knowing that she practically raised her when their parents were away at work.

He was so small, and she was understandably afraid of holding him. But once she did, she knew immediately that she would do her best to protect him from the world, from anyone that would attempt to hurt him.

She was going to become their cool, rich aunt for him.

And she did.

Seeing him grow up before her very eyes was a blessing as he always followed behind her like a duckling which everyone around them always found funny and cute. He was always seen going to her room to hang out or even ask questions. He would grin and flash his signature smile at everyone whenever they went out. He would ask so many questions about everything he saw the moment he started talking and that was slowly becoming exhausting with how much he had to say.

But Y/n knew kids his age were curious little shits. How dare you attempt to stop his pursuit of knowledge of the world around him.

In his eyes, Y/n was amazing

She was strong and cool – amazed by everything that she could do. He has immense love for her that he once upon a time ago called her mom, which she immediately corrected. He was happy with her as his aunt, especially when she was living with him and he could see her every day and tell her everything about what happened in school, who he befriended and what he ate.

Y/n played along and indulged him at home if he wanted to play any games like Pokemon or watch shows like Dinosaur King.

They even had nicknames for each other.

Though the young woman had various for him, his current favorite was Nugget because not only he liked chicken nuggets, but he loved his pet chickens. Yes, he has pet chickens. He dreams often of owning his own ranch like his grandparents and in secret, Y/n was in the works of getting ducklings.

“Today was fun!” he cried out from the backseat, sipping on the McDonald’s blue raspberry drink. The young [Hair color]-ette chuckled, looking into the rearview mirror briefly before turning her eyes back on the road.

“I’m glad, Nugget. You even made a few new friends.”

“Ehe.”

Ah, why was he so cute?!

And that was exactly why Y/n was adamant and careful whenever they went. Yes, there are some sick bastards out there that would take advantage of him but not on Y/n’s watch.

Meanwhile, [Nephew’s name] was watching. Aunt Y/n is amazing! How come there wasn’t anyone in their life?

Was she… swinging for the other team as she always put it???

It was okay if she did because she was still going to be his aunt – he just didn’t want her to be lonely but he would also be having a hard time letting her go because he was quite possessive of her. They are his favorite aunt after all.

In his heart, he hoped that whoever heard him will grant him his wish for his beloved aunt to find someone she absolutely cares and when she does, they can have kids like his parents and he could then have some cousins to play with and look after since they would be so young.

He was definitely going to be the best cousin!

‘Please… please give my aunt a happy life. She makes me so happy that she deserves to be happy too. The kind of happiness that my mommy and daddy have.’

He poured his little heart into the wish that someone indeed heard his wish.

The unknown being smiled at how selfless the wish was – to wish for the happiness of someone else even if that someone was a family member. But how could they ignore an innocent child’s wish?

Especially since they were of her blood.

However, this wish would come with its consequences.

The woman didn’t have ties to anyone that went beyond familiar love – that would have upset the boy. But the unknown being didn’t stop at this world as their vision took them to another world where there were quite a few potential candidates. They smiled happily at the discovery, but their smile soured at the thought of what was to come next.

For them to go to the other world…

As cliché as it sounded, it was all a blur what happened next as the car suddenly lost control after a car from the other lane t-boned the driver side. Y/n’s first instinct was to quickly look back at her nephew and her heart immediately dropped to her stomach seeing how scared he was as the car rolled over onto the side of the road, the other car skidding to a stop but that wasn’t important to the young woman. Once it stopped, carefully, she made her way back to [Nephew’s Name], cradling him in her arms as he sobbed almost uncontrollably. He was uninjured, which was a huge relief for her, but she didn’t leave unscathed as the glass from the windshield cut her forehead and body. Her arm was actually dislocated but she didn’t notice them as she was more concerned with the boy.

“Hey, nugget. It’s fine… Everything’s going to be okay.” She said with a strained voice as the pain grew, the boy continuing to sob into her chest.

Without even realizing it, she was drifting to sleep as the pain was getting too great.

‘He’s safe… he’s safe… Thank God, he’s safe...’

-x-

To say she was shocked was the understatement of the century as not long ago, her eyes fluttered, blinded by the sun’s light momentarily before adjusting to the wilds around her. Resting against her chest and arms, a coat was wrapped around the boy like a cocoon, [Nephew’s name] soundlessly sleeping even though she had no recollection of him falling asleep either.

Her heart suddenly ached, reminded of the car crash, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was guilt-ridden in giving him such an awful memory, possibly traumatizing him. Holding him close, ignoring the chilling breeze, she continued to give warmth to the one person that mattered to her the most. After he had woken up, he was smiling once again, knowing that his aunt was okay.

“The meaner must be punished!” he exclaimed, pouting angrily at the remembrance of the car that crashed into them earlier. This earned a chuckle before slowly sitting up more and looking around at the surroundings. It looked to be a hut of some kind and only one way to get in and out. It had no door either as that explained the way the chilling breeze was coming in. There were no sounds of firetrucks, or paramedics… heck, not even the lights from the police cars...

“Yeah. I think your mom and dad are going to have a nice chat with them.” She entertained the thought of seeing the boy’s parents suddenly beating the driver of the other car to a pulp. They were quite protective of him, and it would make for an interesting headline.

“Ha! Mommy would beat them to a pulp!”

Yes, he was her nephew alright.

“Well now. We better leave here. Maybe if we walk out close to the road, maybe someone will see us?” She asked to herself mainly as she carried the little one in her arms, marching out of the hut, the light blinding her momentarily as it then cleared up for the two to see unfamiliar woods and cliffs.

There were no cliffs where they were from.

There were plains and forests, but cliffs like the ones in front of them were nonexistent in their hometown.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw masked figures that had fur around their necks and their skin colored dark. They had horns protruding from their head besides their masks that covered their faces. They all noticed the two that were exiting the hut and Y/n quickly hugged her nephew close when they walked closer only to then present fruits and cooked fish for them.

[Nephew’s name] hopped out of his aunt's arms, walked towards the strange creatures, and saw apples in one of the baskets. To the creatures, they felt warmth as they were in their presence, both the young woman and the child as the boy gently took one of the apples and smiled brightly. They all were so blessed to have witnessed the pure happiness of the child as they quickly went to the young woman and pulled her along.

“They’re trying to feed us! And it looks like they healed you too, auntie!” [Nephew’s Name] said as he happily bit into the apple as Y/n looked at her body, now noticing that her arm was back in place and her arms were covered in bandages and some healing ointments.

Looking back at the creatures, she smiled gently.

“Thank you for healing me. And I suppose you helped in sheltering us, did you?” She asked the leader of the group, who nodded their head vigorously and wore what looked like robes and carried around an enormous staff that liked two times bigger than itself and edged the basket of fruit closer to them. She didn’t know how long she was asleep, but it had to be a long time for her stomach to growl at that exact time.

Around the same time, as she walked, the ground beneath her and her nephew cheered, and the winds blowing through the camp hummed in delight like all life around them. The creatures did the same, dancing happily as they had the two walk with them to see even bigger versions of themselves.

‘She’s back!’

‘She has returned!’

‘A child of Teyvat! She brings a child of Teyvat!’

‘She’s returned!’

‘She returns with an heir!’

‘An heir!’

‘Our divine creator and an heir!’

-x-

A year had passed quickly before Y/n and her nephew, grew accustomed to their new lives, with at first mourning the fact that there was still no way home and quite possibly never. Second, they, mainly Y/n, had to quickly find a job or two to be able to support her nephew. Luckily, she was a good writer and painter so when she started to set her painting station out for the public to see and when she finished one, people started to commission her one after the other. Though she now had a permanent job, she did a lot of traveling due to people of other nations discovering her talent but also because her nephew wanted to explore the lands.

In that year, you heard excited whisperings and tales that the people of this world, Teyvat, were in search of their Divine Creator.

Before the existence of the Archons, Teyvat and Celestia were the Divine Creator. The Divine Creator was a being of light and full of love before then creating the gods and Celestia with a song. The gods sang along with the creator as they created the stars, the skies, the seas, and winds, and Teyvat itself. There was peace and harmony as the Divine Creator sang again by itself to create humans and the creatures that will roam Teyvat.

Before the Archon Wars, it was said that the Divine Creator objected to the war, finding it unnecessary for all the gods to fight to the death while also endangering Teyvat and all that lived in it. But just before their decision was accepted, a strange light surrounded them, and where her figure was before, it was empty.

She was gone.

The Gods in Celestia, the creatures of Teyvat, and every other being cried out at the disappearance of their Divine Creator, but none more in anguish than Teyvat themselves. There were shouts louder than the rest as putting their sorrows into the wars that were about to happen. Their pain went into anger as they killed mercilessly and a few devout followers cried at such destruction, a feeling of knowing that this wasn’t what the Divine Creator wanted.

Many centuries passed and with the few surviving gods, becoming the next Archons, Celestia was still unsatisfied as the Divine Creator has yet to be found or have come back yet. Some had proclaimed that the Divine Creator was just a myth, a metaphor of what really happened that triggered the Archon Wars. But that didn’t stop the Archons that ruled the current nations of Teyvat to await their return wherever they may be.

It was a good story as Y/n decided to recount the tale to her nephew, his eyes sparkling at the fantastical theme about it.

But it was all real to the people here as military groups and adventurers alike were on the same zealotic mission of finding this Divine Creator. It got so big that even the Archons and the people in charge of the nations themselves were joining in on the searches.

“Auntie! Let's go to Starfell Valley! Or we can go to Falcon Coast! Maybe Mt. Hulao near the stone forests! You haven’t drawn those places yet!”

This got a chuckle out of the young woman as she held her energetic nephew’s hand, who was savoring a sticky honey roast as they decided to head out into the wilderness back home to the camp of Hilichurls where they stayed as they finished buying supplies. Though as they went back out, Y/n didn’t notice the looks that the men were giving to her though [Nephew’s Name] did as he cautiously tilted his head a bit and there were little pops of explosions that broke their stares and focused more on not burning to death.

Hah, it was going to be a while to find someone worthy of his aunt.

“Perhaps we can go traveling tomorrow. It’s going to be sunny all day after all.”

“Yeah! And the Hilichurls can come with us too!” He wasn’t going to let his aunt know that he had some powers. He was her knight in shining armor for now thanks to the Hilichurls and giving him lessons.

They had endured this long, they can endure a while more as they survive in this world long enough to go back home.

-x-

The representatives of the Seven Nations of Teyvat gathered in the meeting room, their nation's Archons behind them as they stared down at the map. There were red markers, x’s crossed out in places that they have checked and places where they remembered the Creator to frequent when she visited Teyvat in person.

“So far, she is not there. We’ve had many still keep an eye out for her.”

They all remembered how that warm feeling suddenly appeared.

The Archons recognized the warmth as they have been in such presence long ago. But it was much stronger now as they roamed the wilderness of Teyvat, but the closer that they got, the warmth would disappear and reappear somewhere else.

They were adamant and zealous enough to continue to use their resources to comb through Teyvat and find their Divine Creator and worship her, letting her see the fruits of her labor grow to what Teyvat currently is.

As all this was happening, Y/n sneezed, covering her face as she looked around everywhere, her face a bit heated from letting out a sneeze.

“I think someone’s talking about you, Auntie.” Said the young child beside her, his hand in hers as they walked together through Liyue today, her bag of goods and her trusty sketchbook in hand.

“You think so?”

“I know so! Though I hope it's none of those Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt… or the Commission… the guards here too because you’re so pretty.”

“You say that because you’re my nephew, Nugget.” Y/n pinched his cheeks lightly, earning a giggle out of him which made the winds and the plants flutter to life, blessed to hear their heir’s laughter.

Amused as well as they were blissfully unaware of the chaos that was happening around them.

Well I initially posted this first on Ao3 and it seemed a lot of people liked it and I was initially reluctant I posting it here. But thanks to a friend who introduced me the game, I couldn't put it down. And to be honest, this story started off as an Isekai not a SAGAU. But Tumblr is full of this so i had an idea inspired by some adventures I have with my own nephew. I hope you like it.

#self aware genshin au #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin sagau #female reader

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drunkonaheistinspace · 6 months

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three almost kisses and the one time nothing could interrupt

originally published: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, first kiss, slight angst

When Illinois proudly announced that the two of you would be attending an auction again, flashbacks from last time hit you like a tsunami. Luckily for you, you were informed of his plans two weeks in advance and not hours in advance like last time, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

The first thing you did was insist that you wear your outfit from last time and he didn't have to buy you a new one. You accidentally found out how much he paid for it, which nearly gave you a heart attack. The only reason you still had it was Illinois's argument that it was a birthday present and you didn't want to be rude. And yes, you even kept the overpriced ring that could possibly be an ancient relic. The second was to find out more information about the auction. This time it was about a deceased collector whose collection is being liquidated so that the family can pay off the mountain of debt that the deceased had left them. It looks like you might even find it this time as the deceased specialized in ancient artifacts and judging by the thumbnails were the kind of artifacts you're after.

The sight of Illinois in a suit was something you could never get used to. It was just wrong. But it gave you the opportunity to tie his bow tie, which in turn gave you an excuse to get close to him. "Let's go over the rules again," you said as you straightened the bow tie. "Why are we going to the auction?" Illinois sighed. "To find potential pieces for my collection." "What don't we do?" "Do not purchase artifacts of unknown and/or questionable origin." "And?" "And don't give my partner any gifts that cost me more than fifty dollars." The fifty dollars was still a compromise. You wanted to go lower than ten bucks, after all he was still your boss and after all he was obligated to pay you and he paid you well above average, which is why you didn't see the point of expensive gifts. But he insisted that there should be at least fifty. He referred to this as a bonus for excellent work performance.

A look out of the window told you that the limousine had already arrived and was now waiting for you. You went to grab your coat, but Illinois grabbed your arm. You looked at him in surprise. “After the auction...would you like to go out for dinner afterward? It doesn't have to be expensive! We can also just make a detour to McDonald's and get something there.” A gentle smile graced your face. Illinois was always so cute when he was shy. This was a side of him that only you got to see. "I'd love to have dinner with you." You stood in absolute silence for a moment, looking at each other before Illinois slowly walked towards you and leaned towards you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but your lips didn't touch. Instead, you were startled by loud impatient horns. "The limo is waiting," you said, heart racing, and grabbed your coat. "Yeah, we should go now," he agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

In the end, the auction was canceled because two idiots broke in and took a large part of the collection. Instead, you spent the night in the parking lot behind a McDonald's watching the stars while sharing a helping of chicken nuggets.

You had asked Illinois for a single day at the beach several times in the past. Just to relax. Well, your wish has finally been granted after a long time, but unfortunately not in the way you would like. Yes, you just found yourself on a beach at sunset, but instead of sipping colorful cocktails and enjoying the view, you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with a treasure map that made no sense.

"I give up! The map is useless!" you called to your boss who had climbed up one of the palm trees hoping to get a better view of the island. You, on the other hand, had the map in your hand and tried to make sense of the scribble. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you there," Illinois admitted while clambering down the palm tree. "I'm not even sure if we're on the right island anymore." You sit down on the sand and bury your face in your hands. The adventurer sat next to you and fanned the cool air with his hat. "At least we can enjoy the sunset." With a sigh, you looked up and you had to admit that the sunset here was particularly beautiful. At least there was a nice moment you could share with Illinois. "We should take a vacation and just go somewhere that isn't dangerous," you murmur as you rest your head on his shoulder. Illinois said nothing and just silently took your hand and gently squeezed it.

You just sat there and watched the sunset without saying a word. You couldn't remember who turned around first, but suddenly you were looking at each other and your faces got closer and closer. Your lips were only a few millimeters from touching. You were just a head movement away from what you both longed for. At the same time, a cannonball hit the water just meters in front of you, drenching you both in seawater. You looked up in surprise and saw a ship on the horizon.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," you moaned in annoyance and frustration. "Captain Magnum," Illinois confirmed. "Maybe we should flee inland before he actually hits us." As if on cue, you saw another cannonball being fired and you ran into the dense jungle hoping to escape the pirate.

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you. The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were “on vacation” so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off. This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket. In the end you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works. Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery. You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared. Eventually he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!" "But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. "No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good.” He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. “We will find each other again. I promise it." You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you." He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second. Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was. Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack. It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step. How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon. "Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug. "I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. “I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!" The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter. You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security. Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you noticed his forehead was pressed against yours. His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath. "I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. “You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else." He opened his eyes. "You mean too much to me to let him take you away." You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouding your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes that looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment. But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open. You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along? "There you are!" exclaimed Wilford. You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything. “You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!" Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun. Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings. His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind. You realized three things: 1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours. 2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas. 3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity. But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds. You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm. The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face. This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house. Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care. Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath. The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his. He stumbled backwards until his back was pressed against a wall. Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss. Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away. You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

“What happened?” he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. “Why are you wet?” “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..." “And that’s why you walked through the rain?” He looked you up and down again. “And that barefoot?!” You rolled your eyes. “How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!” Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him. “I want to be more than your partner,” you whisper into his skin. In response, he kissed you on the temple. “Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?” You gave him a light kick to the leg. “Not so fast, my dear! We haven’t seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first.” “Whatever you want, treasure!”

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