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mari-lair · 2 years

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What do you think of an AU where teru and akane work together to exorcise supernaturals whilst also managing school? I saw a fic kinda like that and I wanted to ask what you thought!

Ooooh, sounds neat! Please link me the fic if you have it Anon, I would love to read it :D

As for my take/thoughts on this premise, I am assuming they are both exorcists here, so no clock keeper Akane, unfortunately. I personally can’t imagine Akane working as early as Teru, so he would get his weapon and start his training at what seems to be the standard, which is at ten, and have Teru as his senpai. He won’t be as much of a prodigy as Teru, but he’s still a very promising exorcist, not intimidated by their diference in power and working harder than anyone to try to catch up.

Akane would be from a different exorcist family, so he would not use spiritual lightning. Flames seem to fit Akane's character, so I’ll give him that! I bet he would burn a lot of shit on accident when he first trains with a flaming holy bat, so even with Teru trying to be a nice senpai (if Akane is a fellow exorcist/possible friend, he has no reason to be mean to him) there would be many times when Teru would subconsciously fall into his loner routine, completely ignoring Akane and acting as if he is the only one around. It always gets Akane to huff and yells at him that "THIS IS NOT HOW TEAMWORK WORKS, YOU ASSHOLE!" which is a refreshing reaction from the silent envy/ disappointment of most adults, and the formal speech everyone uses at 'work'.

Akane would realize Teru goes easy on him on their spars, and convince him to go all out, much preferring to get his ass kicked over not being taken seriously. Teru will hesitate at first, but he has grown to respect Akane's sense of justice and ability to bluntly call him all on his bullshit, so he'll do as asked, using his spirit energy on their spars.

Teru only ever used lightning to kill, so he is a bit off in control, he thinks he majorly fucked up when he ends up burning Akane’s arm badly enough to make him cry and end their training early, but Akane orders him to not hold back again the next day, as if the bandage in his arm was nonexistent. With time, Teru loosens up, able to be genuine with Akane and not hold back on his mocking laughter whenever Akane goes overboard and burns his hair.

Since they train together, and no one else seems to want to work with Teru, they ended up creating many combo attacks, which make it so they always get partnered up when they go out for real missions. Akane seems to have a few problems with illusion supernaturals, but no matter how hard the opponent, he always finishes the job.

Akane doesn’t have as much pressure as Teru to become an exorcist as quickly as possible, his family isn’t as well known, and he doesn’t have any siblings he wants to shelter, but he still works just as hard, wanting to make his parents proud and clean the city off it filth, until it was a place safe enough for his best friend Aoi, to live happily (he was very horrified to learn Aoi-chan is from a family with a long history of sacrificing young girls), and cause he genuinely likes Teru, he wants to spend time with his senpai and help him out.

Teru's lightning turns black the stronger he became, and Akane's flames turn blue. They are a ridiculously powerful combo.

They are very excited, goofy, and competitive kids, so they challenge each other to do tricks all the time"Can you make your flames dance?" and "I bet you can't shoot a lightning on that branch!" and exchange weapons cause "aren't you curious? don't you want to know if you can make my sword go up in flames??" which almost always ends up in disaster.

At school, they are always tired, but they got each other, able to joke about their night job, making their life as exorcists feel less isolated. They constantly call each other out when they get big injuries and try to act as if nothing happened in class. Many times their injuries are impossible to hide, and Teru loves to contradict any excuse Akane gives.

When Akane burns his hands in training he’ll go “I was cooking, the pan flipped and it spilled oil on my hand” to any worried classmate, which is acceptable, but if Teru is around he will smile innocently and ‘correct’ him “How strange, I thought you burned yourself when you set those fireworks inside your house! It was hilarious”

Akane also messes with Teru, but not nearly as much.

They study together, Teru have more facility learning school subjects, so he helps Akane from time to time.

Overall they are very tired, turning a blind eye if the other fall asleep in the student council room. They understand each other better than anyone, their friendship bringing a hint of childishness to their job, valuing the short but precious moments of goofing around together and burning shit down the second the adults took their eyes away from them.

#akane aoi #minamoto teru #terukane #toilet bound hanako kun #i ended up rambling again XD #i think i focused way too much on the exorcists part and not enough on the 'balancing with their school life' part #but i hope you enjoy it Anon

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 2 years

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Moria

Sunny x Nix, Quinn x Bren (Written by Nix):

Summary: Speak Friend And Enter. But beware the dangers of the Mines of Moria.

“This is quite the place you got here, Nix.”

I smiled across the bar at Waldo as he rolled his chair up for a drink. “Thanks. It’s nice to have somewhere to get away from the stress of running a barony every now and then. What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey or scotch. I’m not picky,” he stated simply as his eyes wandered around the former nomad hideout turned speakeasy. “Not nearly as big as Euphorbia.”

I reached back into a secret compartment and pulled out a special bottle Rojas had gifted me when our alliance was sealed. I kept it at my speakeasy so that I wouldn’t be tempted to drink it all in one night. Waldo watched as I poured each of us a glass before I came around the bar to sit next to him.

“Here. Compliments of Rojas.”

Waldo took a sip and then looked at the glass in shock. “That’s smoother than anything Quinn has. Rojas really does like you guys.”

“Thanks. And you’ve been to Euphorbia?”

“Nah, not after the rumors of what Declan possibly saw. But I’ve heard enough from others to know what it looks like. And this is the complete opposite.”

I smirked. “Wise of you. I go only if I know one hundred percent that your brainless leader won’t be there. A shame you missed our party last week.”

Waldo chuckled. “Yeah, I heard it was quite the start to your barony. My baron’s not the only one without two brain cells to rub together. Chau really doesn’t have an ounce of self-preservation, does she?”

“Apparently not. Either that, or she assumed I was all talk when it came to using Meraxes. Bren and I both care deeply for our people. But I was the older sibling that now runs on trauma responses and spite. I had zero hesitation on meeting her bullshit with fire.”

He nodded his head. “So, what’s with the name? And the password? People around here make it seem like it’s an inside joke between you and Bren.”

I took a sip from my glass. “Kinda. It’s from a story back from…well, I guess not so much our world since this is supposed to be our world but the future. So, let’s just say it’s from a long-forgotten story. Moria was the name of one of the mines in this story.”

Waldo laughed. “Ok, very tongue-in-cheek of you.”

“It gets better. The password is in the riddle we ask. ‘Speak Friend and Enter’. That was carved over the door that lead into Moria. The password is ‘friend’ but in a language from the stories.”

“One of the languages you speak?”

“No. It’s one Bren and I know but we haven’t used it in a while. It’s…something we want to keep for ourselves. Not even Sunny knows it. Except for the password. Which I’m assuming is how you knew what the password was.”

“Do you really need to ask that?”

I took another sip and looked around my bar to watch people quietly talk. Watch people take a moment to breathe outside of their daily work.

“This place seems relatively free of other barons.”

There was no mistaking the hidden context. “The other barons are free to come here. Hell, Rojas and Minerva did before our alliance was solidified. But you can probably guess why Chau and Broadmore don’t.”

“And Quinn? Is it because you run it?”

“I’m sure that’s a big part. But the other part would be because he can’t bribe his way in. We don’t have a cover charge like Euphorbia so drinks aren’t on the house. And can you really see Quinn trying to figure out a password to get into a place I run just to have to pay for his own drinks?”

Waldo laughed. “Good point.”

A beautiful woman with brunette hair walked by, winking at us. Waldo looked at the woman in the short dress before raising an eyebrow at me.

“Before you get any ideas, I’m loyal to Sunny. But no one outside of you, Bren, and the staff in my house know about him. Even if I weren’t with him, I’m not interested in her. She’s a doll and I know she just wants to curry a favor. Even though our barony doesn’t work that way. But there will always be social climbers. Jane was an example.”

“I wouldn’t think you were the type to run a Doll House.”

“Oh, I don’t. Moria is a speakeasy, not a Doll House. But I’m pro sex-worker as long as they do it because they want to not because it’s a last resort or they’re forced to. Everyone in our barony is provided with housing, food, and clothing. They can pick any job they want and use what money they earn on anything else or even extra and or nicer versions of what we provide for free.”

“But…”

“But Dolls need somewhere to…advertise in a manner of speaking. I’ve offered to convert another former hideout into an actual Doll House, but in the meantime, they are welcome to hang out here. Just as long as they don’t conduct the actual business here. I’m not a fool. There will always be a market for it. So I provide them with a safe place to meet people. And soon, they will have a safe place to conduct the rest of their business so it doesn’t have to be in their home.”

“Pragmatic.”

“Freedom in this barony means freedom to choose what you want to do in all aspects of your life.”

Waldo chuckled. “Every time I start to wonder why the other barons don’t like you.”

I dramatically placed my hand over my forehead. “Oh, woe is me! To never have many friends! Oh, wait. I never had a lot of friends.”

Waldo chuckled as Bren walked up to us. “What joke did I miss?”

“Just about how Quinn’s brain cell is very lonely.”

Bren frowned. “He’s a clever man.”

“So’s a beagle.”

Waldo snorted and took a sip of the whiskey.

Bren rolled his eyes. “At least a beagle allows me to check his stitches.”

My eye twitched. “Stop doing wifey shit for men who deserve raviolis in a can!”

This time Waldo almost snorted the whiskey out of his nose from laughter. “Ow.”

I smirked, “a beagle would also be cuddly and cute.”

Bren looked offended. “Quinn is soft and fluffy…at times.”

Waldo raised an eyebrow. “The man is as soft and fluffy as a porcupine.”

I raised my glass to that. “Truly the definition of murder personified.”

Bren grumped, “he’s-”

I held up my hand. “No. Whatever you are going to say, just no. Save it. Waldo and I can actually see the man clearly. Let’s move on. So what brings you here, brother dearest? Usually, this place is too quiet for you.”

Bren sighed and tried to school his face, but I could tell. I could always tell. So I grabbed the gift from Rojas. “So much for not drinking this all in one night. C’mon. Let’s go to my office.”

Bren began to follow, but I didn’t hear Waldo’s chair. I turned to look at him.

“Did I stutter?”

Waldo raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna conduct your business with someone from another barony there?”

“I know the look my brother is trying to hide. This is a bleeding heart plot. And as much as you say we shouldn’t trust anyone, you follow your own rule the least.”

“Since when?”

“Since you watched out for Bren and me back at Quinn’s barony. Now, roll your ass to my office or I’ll shove the chair down the hall.”

Waldo snorted and began to follow after us as we headed to the back of the speakeasy. Bren held my office door open for Waldo as I took a seat behind my desk. Bren didn’t bother to sit as he was too busy pacing once he closed the door. I refilled mine and Waldo’s glass.

“Ok, let’s start with the simple part. Who am I freeing?”

Bren glanced at me before he continued to pace. “That’s just it; you won’t be freeing them.”

Waldo and I raised our eyebrows in sync. Waldo glanced at me before speaking to Bren. “No offense, Kid, but you’re not a fighter. Not in the same way Nix is. You’ll fight to protect your people and I have no doubt that if Nix hadn’t been there, Chau would have been a different dragon’s chew toy. But it’s not like you to go into another barony to free someone.”

“No, I know. But this won’t be like when she freed Gaius. This is…more complicated.”

I sighed. “The only way this could be more complicated is if we’re finally freeing Sunny.”

Bren’s painful silence was all the answer we need.

“Hells, Kid. That’s a bold move,” Waldo muttered. “I want Sunshine free like you two, but that’s probably close to impossible.”

“More than impossible,” I chimed in. “Deadly. Bren, do you realize what this will mean? What this could cause?”

Bren shook his head. “It’ll be fine. I’m coming up with a plan.”

“What plan?”

Silence.

“What plan?!”

“I- I can’t say. Not yet.”

I got up from my desk and walked around to stop my brother’s pacing. “Bren, this is dangerous. What brought this on?”

He looked at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. “You. I know you try to shield me as the older one and all. But you can’t hide everything. You don’t have the freedom I have. Quinn and I could brazenly play a cat and mouse game in front of the other barons and no one could throw a fit. Just throw in their own suitors. But you? You have to look over your shoulder and double-check who’s in the room when you speak. You and Sunny have to sneak away once a month and make sure you’re not followed. You can only have a night alone with him if I’ve got Quinn occupied.”

I actually felt myself tear up at his words.

“You’ve already given up so much for me and our barony. You deserve to come out of the shadows. You deserve to be happy.”

Not even Waldo dared to interrupt the moment with sarcasm.

But I was realistic. “Bren. If we do this and Quinn finds out - if he finds out this was your idea - it could bring war between our baronies. It- it could cause you to lose Quinn. I HATE that man, but I hate the idea of you upset and alone even more.”

Bren offered me a small smile. “Then it’s a good thing I’m careful.”

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anonymous-venting-space · 7 months

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This is a very personal vent, but I don’t really have anyone to vent to, so here I am.

For context, and for me to talk it out, earlier this year I came out as nonbinary to my brother, I have two brothers and a sister (all older than me); my sister knew maybe a year before this, and my other brother (let’s say Y, cause he’s the younger brother) knew four months before.

I was nervous about telling O (my oldest brother) that I’m nonbinary; I would say he’s the most conservative of the four of us; a couple days before I told him, my sister had accidentally referred to me as “they” in front of him (I wasn’t there at the time) and he had joked “oh, is X (me) gender non conforming now? It’s fine if they are.”

This emboldened me, and gave me hope he would react well, so a few days later I go for a walk with him and mention that S (my sister) told me about the joke; he starts to laugh it off, but I cut him off to tell him; I don’t want get too deep into the conversation, but it ended with me walking away and immediately going to my room crying. Now, my brother’s reaction wasn’t negative, just kinda ignorant. After a couple hours crying in my room alone, he comes in and we try to talk about it more, by then, I’m slightly calmer, but still fairly upset; we still don’t really agree with each other’s view on gender, we left it at agree to disagree.

He did agree to use my preferred name and pronouns, but I get the feeling it’s just to make me happy and not because he respects nonbinary people.

Anyway, all that is to say, I’ve been finding it harder to be around him. There’s a lot of things he does that I get annoyed at (not necessarily even about my gender), but I feel like I might just be trying to find his faults. And here’s where the venting comes in.

Not long after I told him, I got my first ever job, it was at a Dunkin’, I worked six days and then quit, but before I quit, I toiled over whether to quit or not for hours. The working conditions at Dunkin’ were the same (I assume) as any fast food service, which is to say not good. I had to get up at 5:00 AM to catch the bus, then walk 10 minutes along a busy road in the dark to get there, wasn’t allowed to sit at all, aside from bathroom breaks (which I had to request) and a 10 minute break, for 8 hours.

It was a difficult decision to make, not because I wanted to work there, but because I felt obligated to; I knew what the job was going to be like and I knew if I really wanted to, I could do it, but to be honest, I was just trying to prove everyone wrong; I’m not a very sociable person and am very soft spoken, so everyone has always told me I wouldn’t be able to do customer service. I felt like I made a promise to do that job, and hated myself for breaking it. But after I talked to all my siblings, I decided to quit. And then I had gotten sick and couldn’t afford to go to a doctor for a note, so if I missed three days I would have been fired anyway.

S and Y listened to my troubles, gave their input on the situation, and told me they’d support whatever decision I made; O (who’s worked in food service for a few years) also listened and gave his opinion, saying he knew I wouldn’t like it (which I didn’t particularly appreciate). Since then, he’s gone on to say that he convinced me to quit; it’s honestly annoying, I feel like he’s discrediting my choice to leave and making it seem like he talked me out of staying, but by the time I had talked to him about it, I had basically already made up my mind.

On another occasion, O, S, and I were on a 2 hour drive together, and somehow we got on the topic of autism. S and I kinda know a, most likely, neurodivergent man, he is in his mid 20s, but the way we’ve heard people talk to him sounds more like how one would talk to a child. I don’t really know him, maybe that’s how he like people to talk to him (which is fine), but to me and S, it seemed condescending to treat him that way; O said something along the lines of “how else are you supposed to treat them? They don’t have the mental capacity to be treated like adults.”

S and I then tried to defend our stance by mentioning how I might be autistic, and if he thought I was childish? He didn’t really say no, saying that I can be very emotional at times, and he needs to be careful what he says to me. This honestly hurt, I had recently turned 18 and had just gotten out of our parents shitty house (with his and, mostly, Y’s [mostly Y because I, and S, are now living with him and his family] help) where I was always treated as a child; to hear him outright say that he feels the need to treat me like a child hurt.

Before you say it, yes I’m only 18, but I (and all my siblings) have had to mature and act like adults when our parents wouldn’t. And while I may be emotional, that doesn’t mean I’m a child or should be treated as one. Also, he is most likely referring to when I came out to him, where I was incredibly emotional, because he is my brother and I wanted him to accept me, which he kinda didn’t, kinda did. So if I’m childish for being emotional about things I am stressed, self-conscious and/or insecure about, then I think a lot of people are childish.

Another thing, and this one might just be in my head, I feel like he judges what I wear. I wear a lot of tank tops because I hate having snug clothing on my arms and legs, so I mostly wear skirts and tank tops. And not to get too weird, I have, proportionally, big breasts, and I don’t wear a chest binder or sports bra, just a regular bra that is often partially seen when wearing tank tops. So sometimes, if I’m wearing a short skirt and tank top, he will ask me if that’s what I’m wearing to go out, and I can’t help but feel like he’s judging, but doesn’t want me to call him sexist. Years ago he had accused one of his friends as being too promiscuous, he has grown a lot since then, and understands that he was wrong and isn’t at all like that now, but I can’t help but think he might be judging me.

I think a lot of this is just because our parents are incredibly sexist, and would police what I wore. For most of the year, it is very hot where I live, so oftentimes I would wear tank tops because of the weather, but even if we were going to be outside they would make me change; only me, S didn’t need to, even if she also wore a tank top, this is because she’s a lot more flat chested than me, so our parents didn’t really care what she wore (she often only wore sweaters anyway; she gets cold easily)

So this one is partially my fault, I asked it poorly; the main conflict in our definition of gender is that he considers gender just to be sex; I consider gender a construct that a person chooses. When I came out to him and we talked after I cooled down a bit, he decided the issue was in how we each defined certain words; he considers “woman” to mean biologically female, therefore I am a woman to him, I tried to explain that it upset me for him to think of me that way, but he insisted that he doesn’t mean it the way that I think of the word, and it’s only a difference in definitions.

He also believes that sex affects behavior, and while hormones can make you feel certain ways, I don’t think it changes who you are and how you behave. So I had been think for a while, to try and get him to challenge his views, to ask “if you were a woman, would you be a lesbian?” I did ask, completely out of nowhere and a bit too loudly; I’ll admit I did not ask it very well, so I don’t blame him too much if he was being defensive. After the initial awkwardness of the question being blurted quite randomly, he said that he doesn’t think he’d be a lesbian, because he’d have female hormones and would be attracted to men; I told him that people don’t choose who they’re attracted to, I’m AroAce and I didn’t choose not to be attracted to people, but he said he’d be different if he was a girl.

I asked “what if everything else was the same? You were treated the exact same, you’re just a girl.” This is where he seemed to get defensive, he argued that if he was a girl he’d be treated differently, and wouldn’t answer anymore than that; to me, that just seems obstinate, it’s a completely hypothetical scenario, it doesn’t need to make sense. If asked if you’d date a vampire, you wouldn’t just be like “vampires don’t exist, so this is a dumb question, I’m not going to answer that.” Once we left O’s place, my sister, who was there for the whole time, told me that it was too random and made me feel like I shouldn’t have said anything.

I want to be clear, i just need an outlet and no matter how much I vent about him, I love him, he’s my brother, and I know he’s trying. It’s just that in any other circumstance, I don’t think we’d get along at all. We’re both very stubborn at times, it’s just that I think I’m more self-aware than he is. And where I feel like there’s some tension between us, he doesn’t seem to think there is. And I know most of this is in my head, and all the tension is from my end. I don’t think he realizes anything’s wrong, and I don’t want to tell him how I feel, because I know he’s trying and I don’t want to sound like I’m accusing him of not being as supportive as I want him to be. I also believe that it’d be unfair of me to ask him to change his mind, because I know if he tried to make me change my opinion I probably wouldn’t and would just feel bad about it. So I don’t even want to bother telling him, but it’s just that I keep getting annoyed at him (in my head) and hanging out with him has gotten on my nerves a bit.

#vent #personal

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emeraldbabygirl · 1 year

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I hate that everytime I see a video or a picture or whatever of a guy and a girl together, (unless it’s like a sibling or cousin or mum and son or something that’s obviously not a family relationship) I always assume they are dating. Like friendship never crosses my mind and it’s so stupid, like??? Just because they are the opposite sex or just because they seem close or just because they are in the same pic together does not mean they are together. It’s so annoying. I’ve done it with idols and luckily have been right about it being a gf or whatever but why can’t I just see two people as friends.

Like friends are wonderful friends are they coolest things in the world actually friendship is the most wholesome thing ever and I think all friends whether it’s the opposite sex or not should be allowed to hang out and be close and do fun things together whenever and act as goofy or as serious as they want without people (me) assuming they are an item.

Like there’s a few guys at my job and we are kinda friends I think but there’s a part of me that’s constantly asking “what if he like like me?” And it’s super annoying like I’ve had guy friends in middle school and high school and I have a few online guy friends and that’s great that’s wonderful I like to have some friends that are guys I would love to have some guy friends that I can hang out with and be close with like in every wholesome fanfic ever, like some people do. But sometimes I ask myself the same question, “what if they like me” AND THAT DOESNT WORK IF THEY ARE GAY BRUH 💀💀💀

I had a friend, a guy friend and we only kinda were friends when I was in high school cause I spent like 4 years crushing on him and not saying a word. But it was awkward for me cause I like like him and he got a gf freshman year so I was jealous and didn’t know how to stay friends with someone who was in a relationship WHICH IS ANOTHER THING LIKE ITS OKAY TO DATE AND HAVE FRIENDS COME ON NOW WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. I don’t know if my experience makes it hard for me to understand that it’s okay to be friends without it turning into a relationship or if it’s something else but I hate it.

I see people all the time all social media with their friends of the opposite sex and they are friends you guy this is totally okay and cool I would love to have a guy friend that I am super close and comfortable around and we can joke and do fun things together, I would like to have friends that I can actually go out and see and hang out with but I can’t cause that requires driving and traveling and being alone and being smart and I HAVENT UNLOCKED THAT LEVEL YET 😤

I love to see people talk about their friends and how much they love and appreciate their friends. I love that I want to have that, I have that, I have lady friends that I very much f heckin love and adore and appreciate a lot and I wish I could see them and do fun things with them but I want to have a guy friend that I can do that with and not question if we would date or anything romantic I want a fun and light hearted friendship! I SEE IT OFTEN! AND I WANT IT! I want to have friends that are friends and we do fun things I am a broken record player but IT IS OKAY TO BE FRIENDS AND BE CLOSE AND TELL EACH OTHER SECRETS AND DO THINGS LIKE TRAVEL AND EAT TOGETHER AND HAVE IT NOT BE ROMANTIC PLATONIC IS FANTASTIC WE LOVE HER ITS MY FAV SONG BY SNUPER I NEED TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD AND EXPERIENCE ✨ FRIENDSHIP ✨ I am afraid. I am afraid to meet someone and they end up being a bad person or a murderer. I want to have..ugh, y’all get the point. I get lonely both like in a “I want a romantic relationship” and a “I WANT TO SEE FRIENDS AND HAVE FUN AS FRIENDS RELATIONSHIP.” Being online all the time and constantly craving attention and recognition from the numbers is tiring and exhausting and boring and stupid. I want to go outside and meet people that I am comfortable with and go out driving or a picnic, like nsb did I may think they are all coconuts but the friendship they have is wholesome and wonderful and I want that. I want one of two or maybe a small group of friends and we can go on adventures together I crave that and when the pandemic was starting and everything was shut down I really felt lonely but now that things are open again and people are hanging out I’m still lonely.

I have internet friends from around the country and world which is awesome to me I love to have a diverse friend group and I would love love to meet them all and do fun things together buT I NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE AND I CANT FUNCTION ALONE 😭😭😭😭 I have home friends from school that want to hang out with me and I love that idea so much and I really really want to do it but something is holding me back and Idk if it’s cause I’m scared or cause I can’t drive or cause I still ask my mum for permission for things and I’m afraid to say “hey mum I’m doing this” I’m always “mum can I do this” BUT EVEN MY MUM I WANT TO DO FUN THINGS WITH LIKE TAKE HER OUT TO EAT OR GET OUR NAILS DONE LIKE A SPA DAY BEFORE SHE COMPLETELY LOSES HER SIGHT ugh. I feel trapped sometimes. I get jealous seeing friendships I just ugh I’m done y’all get it.

#shane and ryan are my fav example of best friends #like two peas in a pods #I love them #and nsb they all seem like best buddies #even different kpop idols do fun things as best friends #:(#rant #random #personal #friends #friendship #friens :)#relationship

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loveforpreserumsteve · 2 years

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All Grown Up: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU [[REUPLOAD]])

Twenty-Five:

“Good news, bad news,” Dr. Rogers started, entering the cubicle.

“That bad, huh?” Bucky weakly joked.

Placing the X-ray image on the lightboard, Dr. Rogers claimed, “Good news, it’s a clean break.” Turning so he could make sure the older men were paying attention. Using a pen, he pointed to the ball-and-socket joint, “It’s a femoral neck fracture.”

“And that’s… good?” Steve asked, trying to follow along with what his younger half-brother was telling them despite it being close to three in the morning and him having trouble keeping his eyes open, let alone easily comprehending the severity of the situation.

“The fact that it’s a clean fracture that’s good,” the doctor corrected.

“Alright,” Bucky sighed, “Now with the bad news. Out with it. Don’t need you being gentle on my behalf.”

“The bad news,” he prefaced, “Is you need surgery. And I recommend total hip replacement. It’s the better option. Especially long-term.”

Steve wasn’t sure how to feel about that. After all, he was the one who usually needed medical attention while Bucky doted on him. How would he be able to care for his husband that way? He wasn’t physically strong enough to maneuver the alpha around and couldn’t pick him up and carry him to bed the way Bucky had done so many times for him.

But this was what had to be done. They’d figure the rest out along the way. Just as they always did.

Reaching over to give Bucky’s hand a comforting squeeze, Steve asked, “And how soon can we schedule the surgery?”

“No more than forty-eight hours,” Dr. Rogers assured. “In fact, I plan on calling to get the ball rolling as soon as I’m done here.”

The bonded shared a glance and Bucky removed his hand from Steve’s so he could scent mark down his arm instead. Even with him being doped up and in a hospital bed, his number one priority was Steve. Too caring for his own good!

“Go team?” Bucky softly asked.

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and confirmed, “Go team.”

The younger omega glanced between the two, waiting for their decision. His eyebrows were high on his freckled forehead as he evaluated the two, and when he figured it out, his expression smoothed to one of relief. Steve could only assume that it had been a rough night on his brother what with all the hustle and bustle the emergency room had experienced.

“Okay,” Dr. Rogers smiled, clapping his hands together as though he was hyping himself up. Planning, “First, we’re going to get you set up in a room. There, you’ll be monitored a little more and will have more assistance.”

“Oh sure,” Bucky good-humoredly scoffed, “Feeding me these sweet promises when all you really want is to get me out of your hair.”

Dr. Rogers easily played along. Giving Steve a glimpse at the camaraderie that his family could have with his half-siblings. Making Steve believe that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to embrace that side of his life that he had stubbornly kept out.

“You caught me,” Joseph joked. Then, he brought up, “Now, are you the same Barneses who’re Cori’s fathers?”

“We are,” Bucky confirmed.

Joseph held his hand out, “My son is Sammy. He went to the dance with her. She seems like a great kid.”

“She is,” Steve could barely get out above a whisper as Bucky shook his unknowing brother-in-law’s hand.

“I meant to introduce myself earlier when I dropped Sammy off, but I got called into work early.”

“It’s alright,” Bucky good-naturedly dismissed. “Sammy seems like a good kid too. Even took finding out he’s related to us like a champ.”

Steve’s eyes widened at the slip while Joseph’s brows set in a heavy furrow. The younger omega asked, “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, ya know,” Bucky yawned, drowsy from the meds and the time, “You and Stevie sharing the same alpha father and all. Sammy seemed kinda happy ‘bout it. Fits right in with us too.”

At that, Joseph redirected his attention from his patient to his – SURPRISE – older brother. He looked lost, and Steve couldn’t help but feel for him. After all, he remembered the moment he found out his father had another family and just how devastating that had been. It made him question his entire existence.

And while he didn’t know the omega standing across from him very well, he still felt as though he should comfort him. Whether they had a relationship or avoided each other for the rest of their lives, it still didn’t change the fact that half of their genetic makeup was exactly the same.

Before the trio in the cubicle could say anything else, one of the nurses knocked on the folding door, gaining the brothers’ attentions. With a smile he apologized, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but Room Twelve is asking for you.”

“I’ll be right there.” Joseph cleared his throat, “Um… someone will be down shortly to escort you to your inpatient room.”

“Thank you,” Steve said since Bucky was – unfairly – passed out again.

Joseph nodded and ducked out of the room, almost embarrassed about finding out this information. And Steve wished that things had gone differently. Sure, his husband didn’t know what he was doing, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t put some unneeded weight to the younger omega’s broad shoulders. If this was going to happen, it should’ve happened on a sunny day over some tea. Preferably when they were at home and the teens were around so it didn’t feel so daunting.

Returning his attention to his mate, Steve affectionately pushed the more salt than pepper hair away from the alpha’s handsome face. Making sure to mark from his temple to his jaw, for good measure. After all, asleep or not, Bucky deserved to be soothed. Especially now.

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girlucifer · 3 years

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this pop quiz reminds me of my ac villagers <3

#how they add their little catchphrase at the end of their sentences!!#and plus. they are literally dressed as lil animals in their onsie #onesie*#<333 i literally LOVE the idea of barb n blathers. and wolf jock solomon. and the brothers + human mc mayor #i would bonk belphegor w my net until hes like im DONE here im moving to another island good bye.#i used to be really into acnh when it came out like i dabbled in stalks and paid off everything like. i have the #highest upgrade and its paid off and my island is actually really nice there are just some #parts i still need inspo to fix it #i have a zen garden and a little comm area and a window shopping kinda deal and all the fruits in an orchard #really nice. then i stopped playing like 6 mo ago and never picked it up again #ohhh ok my villagers are sylvia and coach my irst 2 and i literally fell in love w them #coach is SO quirky and sylvia is so badass. and then i have cookie and i dont relaly like her but she calls me #schmoopie and i cannot. get rid of her ebcause that is so fucking cute #then i have lobo and pietro. and lemme just say they are SO in love they always hang out like always #no joke. they are always together. so me + my siblings just kinda assume they are a thing #then i got sherb. my sisters fave i dont realyl care for him #and gladys. also for my sister #then we got hmm... OH we have roald <3 #and im sure im missing one... OH APOLLO #i wanted him SO bad bc he is total DILF!#ok wig. im out #doodles #pop quiz toys galore #obey me!

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atozfic · 3 years

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Drabble request: San or Seonghwa + Somnophilia. Thanks 😘

pairing. choi san x fem!reader. | warnings. step bro!san, smut, consensual somnophilia, extremely taboo relationship (step siblings), san x reader already liked each other before becoming step-siblings!!, clit play, oral (f receiving), this is honestly just plot with porn. | word count. 1.9k | hyde’s input. ngl i wasn’t particularly comfortable writing this concept (the step-sibling shit, not the somnophilia) but i was bored and wanted to try write something out of my comfort zone. pls bully me for it x

it started out as a joke.

granted, it was never a particularly funny joke but the intention was there.

“keep looking at me like that, and i’m going to have to assume you have a crush on me, choi.” you mumble over the breakfast table, nose buried in a book and mouth full of a dry slice of toast. no sign of either of your parents in sight, both of them likely off planning their next big business move.

“i could say the same about you stealing my clothes, nerd.” anyone else would’ve mistaken his comment as a complaint, when really, it was the only way his tired-barely-awake brain could think of to acknowledge the fact you were wearing his shirt with seemingly nothing underneath, leaving his mouth to dry up every time the teasing image of your hardened nipples strained against the material.

“s-sorry! it was- my mum thought- in my washing pile-” your pretty face flushed with a look of embarrassment, and your bitten lips rushing to get out some excuse, is something san shouldn’t have had such a physical reaction, shouldn’t have used it as extra ammunition for his moments of physical privacy, a new thing to fantasize about that isn’t that same old image of you in your polka-dot bikini.

a picture taken no more than a day before his father dropped the ball, revealing not only the relationship he’d begun with your mother but the wedding just around the corner.

“relax, i’m just teasing.” neither of you mention the fact he’d said those words to you before, in the middle of a school dance, hands on your waist and lips dancing over the expanse of your neck, back in a world where you two didn’t have to pretend to play happy family. “keep it. you look better in it than i do, anyway.”

then, it becomes a bet.

a bet that lacks integrity, and class, and etiquette but a bet san has convinced himself he could be the only one to win it, for both of your sake.

“i’m telling you, it’s always the quiet ones!” wooyoung is the sloppiest drunk among his group of friends, if that’s what the eight boys truly are. at times, san believes they hung out together for the simple fact of they hate everyone else. “like whats-her-face, the quiet chick in yeosang’s chemistry class. you know, kinda awkward, on the debate team, i’m pretty sure she once tripped over her own two feet in gym class.”

“y/n?”

“y/n!” wooyoung echoes the words of the oldest in the group, and it’s right then when san feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. something about your name falling from wooyoung’s lips makes his hand curl into a fist and his eyebrows twitch into a frown. “so, yeah, like i was saying, i bet she’s a right little freak. probably into all that daddy kink shit and getting tied up.”

“dude.” san warns, not liking the way another guy has taken notice of you, even if said guy shares a tattoo with him.

“i know she’s your sister or whatever-”

“we’re not related.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. but the fact is she’s hot and, since you’re not related, you’re free to agree with me. you can’t tell me you’ve not thought about her, bent over a table and begging for her big, strong step-bro to just touch her pu-”

“she gave me my first boner.” all heads snap to stare at jongho, the one among them who never entertained their discussions of perversion. there’s something so strange about hearing the younger one confess a sexual thing that san almost forgets who he's referring to. “freshman year, she got paired with me for some project. she kept wearing skirts and forgetting to cross her legs, and this one time she showed up without a bra on. and, i don’t know, she just smelled really nice. i ended up having to skip gym class, cause there was no way i was running with a boner.”

“ew, jjong, stop sniffing girls! that’s weird, you little perv!” wooyoung scolds but his laughter contradicts all that he says, just like the proud pats he lays against the younger one’s back.

“the first one to make a move on her gets to choose where we go for spring break.” hongjoong has never struck san as someone to make stupid choices, which is exactly the only reason why his suggestion of such a thing strikes a nerve in san.

it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact he’s been pining after you since you frightened off his bullies and kissed his scraped-up knee better in first grade.

“you losers don’t stand a chance against me and my seduction skills.” wooyoung’s shrill of fear begins the second he stops speaking, shooting up out the bean bag he’d been sat in as mingi begins to chase him around the room.

and all san can really focus on is the look of pity yunho throws his way, the only one in the room aware of how san has anonymously written you a valentine’s card every year.

while the bet among the boys continues, it becomes a challenge.

one only you two are involved in, a game only you two know how to play.

“that little shit.” wooyoung is ranting, pacing the kitchen as he spares no energy into making it less obvious that he’s staring at the couple in the corner of the living room. “he fucking knew i was gonna talk to her tonight. the ass-hat hasn’t even payed any interest to the bet before! but, no, tonight-”

san tunes him out, partly because he’s been repeating the same curses aimed seonghwa’s way for the past hour but mostly because there’s a ringing in his ear, a beat of his own heart, the rush of his own blood.

he’s seeing red, and green, and every color one can associate with the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach while he watches seonghwa’s hand curl around your cheek.

two more minutes, he tells himself. he’ll give you both two more minutes before making up some excuse about your mum calling him, demanding he drag you home from the party.

seonghwa’s eyes land on your lips. he inches closer. you press yourself flat against the wall, eyes roaming the room for the familiar sight of brown eyes and messy, overgrown black hair.

fuck two more minutes.

he’s shoved the older boy off and taking a hold of your wrist before your eyes can find him by themselves, dragging you out the house while seonghwa berates him for being a cockblock and to “stop being the overprotective brother.”

there is nothing brotherly about the anger, the jealousy, the heartbreak swirling around in his chest as he commences the drive back to your home, the four walls where all his dreams and all his nightmares are contained neatly together.

maybe he’s relieved when the engine starts to fail. maybe he’s glad it’s in the middle of nowhere, at the side of a road no one drives down. maybe he’s glad there’s not enough fuel to heat the car from the cold seeping through the window.

“you’re so pretty.” he can smell the alcohol on your breath, both of you forced to huddle close in the back of the car, dark all around you yet the moonlight reflecting in his eyes.

“shut up and go to sleep.” his words are dismissive but a hand is rubbing over your shoulder, the only way he knows how to soothe you into sleep.

“i’m serious!” you’re persistent, and the slap you land on his chest reminds him of the summer you’d gotten to enjoy together, the summer where touching you wasn’t a sin, when he’d pick you up and dunk you in the sea only to get chastised by you and your pouts. “you’re like, prettier than most of the girls in our school. some of them were talking about how they want your eyelashes the other day.”

“maybe i am.” he shrugs, biting back a comment at how creepy wanting his eyelashes sounds. the arm he’s secured around you draws you closer and it’s like it’s summer again, instead of a cold winter. “but not prettier than you.”

and now it’s just a countdown.

he’d quickly grown accustomed to waking up next to you, forcing himself out of your bed in the early hours of the morning before either of your parents could storm in and find you two.

there’d been no rush for the past blissful week.

you’re always so warm next to him, clutching him as close as possible and whining whenever he moves away.

this morning, he’s only moving away to get closer to another part of you, hands trailing over the bumps and ridges and marks that make up your body, a masterpiece hidden under cotton sheets that he’s determined to get his fulfillment of before the day starts.

his heart jackhammers in his chest when he finds you so complacent, even while you sleep, spreading your legs and inviting him to slot himself between them. his lips are already littering pecks over your stomach, each one aiming lower, lower, lower.

he decided last night, while watching you struggle to solve a rubik’s cube, that he’s in love with you.

that he’s been in love with you, since maybe the first day, or week, or year he met you.

but right now, gripping your thighs and dipping his tongue to give an experimental lick up the expanse of your dripping core, with the knowledge of the divorce papers you’d found in your mother’s room- and the fact the business ventures together between your parents have ended, thus ending their marriage-, san feels it all over again, that twinge of hope and excitement that only comes with the security of something good about to come

you’re something good.

your hips buck up into his mouth, as if your unconscious mind is trying to remind him of the task at hand. remind him it does, tempting him to finally latch onto the sensitive bud at the top of your cunt, eyes closing and mouth moaning at the very taste of you.

one hand leaves your thigh, san too urgent to get any part of himself inside of you for his own good. when the divorce is final, he thinks, he’ll show you off to his friends, tell them they can go stick their bet up their assess and find another girl to set their sights on.

“san...” you croak out, eyes barely even having time to open before they’re forced shut again, the unexpected pleasure of his mouth on you and two fingers curling inside of you too much to bear in your sleep-riddled mind. “good- ahh- morning to you too.”

“sorry.” he lies, he’s not sorry at all. if anything, he’s sorry he never stood up to his dad, told him to fuck off and marry someone else for business purposes, anyone other than the mother of his life-long crush. “couldn’t wait. you look too good in my clothes.”

an ironic statement, really, because he’s wishing more than anything that you’d take the damn shirt off and let him see your breasts, rising with every labored breath you pull in.

two more days.

that’s how long until his dad and your mum return from their last business trip. that’s how long until they want to have an “important family dinner.” that’s how long until you can both tell them about your own relationship.

he can last that long, especially if he gets to spend it rolling around in bed with you. hands, mouth, cock pulling out any and every blissful sigh or content moan you’re willing to throw his way.

#ateez smut #choi san smut #san smut

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finnyboywolfhard · 3 years

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Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington.

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff

word count: 2.4k

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

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drakenology · 3 years

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My Other Half. - Bokuto Kōtarō

warnings: smut, soft, passionate love making, fluff, angst?, best friends to lovers, maaaybe overstim?, praise, fem!reader, cunnilingus (a fancy word for pussy eating). just bokuto going all out to make you feel good.

Summary: Two childhood friends reunite after years of being separated to find old memories and new feelings of love.

Author’s Note: this is my first ever like fluffy piece. all my other work I feel has just been raunchy and I wanted to show yall my soft side. enjoy! <3

Bokuto Kotoro. A name you knew well. A name you knew since you were both kids playing in dirt together, running around and screaming without a care in the world. Two peas in a pod; like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. It was a sad day when he moved away. Your only friend packed up and left for Tokyo, tears in his eyes as he sat in the backseat of his parents’ car. He waved goodbye through the glass window as the car drove away, a trail of his tears seeming to follow the car as it went. That was the last time you saw him.

When you turned twenty one, your birthday present was a small house in Japan. Some place rural and quiet to do your writing, a small creek flowing in your back yard. You packed up and left home, kissing your mother and father goodbye as you walked out the door. Maybe you’ll run into Bokuto? Hell, he probably won’t even recognize you. It’s been years after all.

You still hoped some how some way fate would bring you together again. You missed him like crazy. His laugh, his stupid jokes. That sparkle in his eyes when he saw you at school. The bear hugs he used to give when you scraped your knee playing with him at the park. It was crazy to assume he’d be waiting for you in Tokyo as if you were the only girl he’d ever meet or care to talk to.

He’s grown now, just about a year older than you. He could have a significant other by now. Your heart ached at the thought. Even though it was selfish to call dibs on a childhood crush who hasn’t seen you in over 10 years, you still hoped; prayed that he was waiting for you or at least remembered you.

When you arrive in your new home and settle in you decide to take the town. Surely you can make some friends, maybe even meet a guy while you’re out? You don’t bother to get all gussied up, walking outside your front door and walking to the nearest bar you can drink your inhibitions away in. The bar you found was small and smelled a bit like sweaty athletes and sake.

The atmosphere was lively despite the off putting smell, everyone was laughing and chatting aloud. The sounds of glasses clinking in celebration and jovial cheering filled the space. You smile softly at the sight of everyone having a great time and find a spot in a nice booth by the window.

The guys behind you must be where the sweaty smell was coming from, their clammering laughter pounding at your head. You try ignoring it until you hear a different yet familiar voice; boisterous and proud like a boy you once knew.

“Yo, Akaashi! Pass the ketchup man, I’m hungry!” He whined childishly, same as always. You turn around swiftly to see if the face matched the voice. Surely enough there he was sitting there, tall as a tree even when sitting in his seat.

God he got so handsome, his face definitely grew into his looks. Bokuto wasn’t a little boy anymore for sure. You stammer, looking between Bokuto and his messy haired friend sitting next to him and a few others. You go to say something only for your own anxiety to stop you, your heart fluttering in your chest in a new way you haven’t felt before.

Finally Bokuto’s eyes meet yours and you both sit there for a while just staring, as if each of you couldn’t believe you were seeing each other again after all this time in forever. Bokuto’s face crept into a smile; a familiar smile that melted your heart.

“Y/n-chan? Tell me you’re joking! I can’t believe it’s you!” Bokuto shouts over everyone’s conversation, leaping from his seat and running towards your booth. You’re still stuck there turned around looking like an owl gawking at the table behind you to realize what’s going on.

Bokuto practically lifts you from your seat and wraps you in one of his famous bear hugs, the ones that made you cry into his chest. As tradition called, you start sobbing into his shirt. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him in tight almost to tell him not to let you go ever again.

“Hey hey hey.. why are you crying? Shit you’re gonna make me cry. Stop it.” Bokuto says into your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your back with his big hand.

“I-I’m sorry I just.. it’s been so long.” You admit, sniffling as he pulled away to wipe your face. You can’t help but get emotional at the sight of him.

“Geez, Y/N if you missed me just say that.” Bokuto teased, erupting into furious laughter at your flustered face.

“Oh shut up Bokuto!” You squeak, punching him in his side like the old days. Your usual banter made you two look at each other and laugh as if you two were the only ones in the bar, his friends staring at the the two of you as if you were insane.

“Uh Bokuto.. who is this woman?” The messy haired friend asked, looking about the most confused out of everyone.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry guys. This is Y/N Y/L/N. Other than Akaashi, she’s one my closest friends. Our moms were close so we were raised kinda like siblings.” Bokuto explained, nudging you to say hello.

You wave and introduce yourself, the everyone ooing and ahhing at you. Not to toot your horn but you were gorgeous. Even Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off you.

He was thinking of how well you grew up, so stunning and so you. Bokuto remembers the little scar you had just above your eyebrow from tripping over and rock and smiles when he sees it, almost wanting to reach out and poke it like when he did when he was 10. He wonders if you remember that day.

You were playing pretend by the trees in the park, you were good and he was evil. You were chasing him and you tripped and fell, causing the evil doer act to shed away to make sure you were alright. You both made up a crazy story about your scar to your mother; which she never believed. Good times.

The rest of the night was spent catching up and talking like he wasn’t even with others originally. Everyone else eventually had gone home, Akaashi the last to go. He waved goodbye to you and Bokuto and drove home, you and Bokuto still sitting at the bar basking in each other’s company.

“Wow! So your parents got you a place here so you can work? Nice. And you live nearby too. So I can come and visit you and- sorry I’m rambling.” Bokuto says sheepishly, running his hands along the nape of his neck. You giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

“No no, you’re fine Bokuto. Of course you can visit. My house is your house.” You smile, Bokuto’s cheeks heating up as he blushed. You check the time and notice it was far too late and stand from your seat.

“It’s late, Kō, we should call it a night.” You say, grabbing your things. Bokuto smiles and stands up with a stretch of his limbs; relishing in his old nickname.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

You two talk and talk all the way home, years of catching up to do feeling long over due. When you get to your home you almost feel sad that you’re about to depart from each other. It felt like you weren’t going to see him again. Bokuto pulls you into a hug, spinning you around a little. He laughs when you squeal and yell at him to put you down.

“Hey. I’ll come by tomorrow night so we can watch movies.” He declares, standing you on your feet.

“Hah. How do you know I won’t have plans, hm?” You teased, poking Bokuto’s forehead. It was a lot easier when you were younger since he was shorter than you back then. Boy sprouted like a palm tree.

“You just moved here. Besides. You know I’m your favorite.” Bokuto smirks, taking your hand and spinning you. You giggle and punch his shoulder lightly.

“As if, Kō. See ya tomorrow.”

A month goes by swiftly. Bokuto had been over to your house more often than you thought he’d be. You loved the time you spent together just goofing off and being big kids.

Your schedules worked perfectly together, his volleyball is usually done by the evening and your work is over just after him. Bokuto would pick you up from work with fast food waiting in the car for you both to eat together. Today was no different, the smell of fries greeting your hungry nose as you climb inside his car.

“Yo! How was your day, nerd?” Bokuto asks, fisting his fries into his mouth as you dig for yours.

“It was okay. I’m starving though.” You say, stuffing your face with your food.

You both sit in the car and eat for a while, Bokuto’s phone breaking your shared silence. You look down at where it rested in the cup holder and read the caller id. It was a girl. Bokuto answers the phone, sounding as if he didn’t want her to call him right at this moment.

“I’ll call you back. Bye.” He said, hanging up his phone and sitting it back in the cup holder. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, your heart sinking as your head makes up several sceanarios about who she was, what she meant to him.

You eat in silence, answering Bokuto’s yammering with no ambition. Bokuto’s so dumb he doesn’t even notice the difference in attitude as the call wasn’t as scandalous as you seemed. It was just some girl who was trying to get with Akaashi but was too afraid to say anything herself so she had asked Bokuto to set them up.

“My place or yours today?” He asked, sing songy and happy.

“Mine.” You say monotonously. Bokuto looks over at you and sees you’re not even facing him, your face stuck to the window as he drove off.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I smell?” Bokuto said, playfully smelling his armpits. You shake your head and insist it’s nothing and that you’ll get over it. But it wasn’t nothing, and you were pretty certain you weren’t going to get over it. Was that his girlfriend? Some random hook up looking for another round? It made you sick to your stomach thinking about it. You got out of the car when Bokuto parked, walking to your front door to unlock it as Bokuto followed behind you.

“I pick the movie out this time. I’ll be damned if you pick another chick flick out.” Bokuto says plopping on your couch and turning on the tv, making himself at home.

You sigh and walk into your room to change into something more comfortable, rolling your eyes as you hear Kōtarō yell about the movie starting. You walk out in shorts and a tank top since it was pretty hot inside and sit next to him, folding your arms.

Bokuto’s eating his snacks and talking through the whole movie since he’s seen it before. He always picks a movie he’s seen before so he can tell you the whole plot, forgetting that you could just watch the movie for that. You half laugh and sigh at all his mannerisms, your guard completely blocking him out from getting any closer to you.

“Is something wrong, Y/N? Seriously you’re being a little stand offish.” Bokuto says, a serious tone taking place. You scoffed, rolling your eyes to hide that you’re obviously upset by something.

“Nothing.” You snide.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me. Somethin’s wrong. Don’t make me start guessing.” Bokuto says. You sigh.

“It’s so stupid.” You admit.

“How you feel isn’t stupid. Tell me what’s up.” He persisted, pausing the movie.

“I just- well.. I-How do I say this? I’m.. jealous?” You finally admit. Bokuto raises an eyebrow.

“Jealous? About what?”

“Well. I saw a girl call you and I-I just assumed it was your girlfriend so..”

“Wait what? I don’t have a girlfriend. And besides why would you care?” Bokuto further questions, his face nearing yours with a perplexed look on his face. You flush, turning your face away from his.

“I-I don’t know I just-“

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you Y/N?” Bokuto smirks, turning your head to face him with your chin. You blink up at him, embarrassed and flustered.

“I-um-I...” You stutter. You loved the idiot sitting next to you with all your heart. But to say it was a different story.

“Because I love you too. So say it back.” Bokuto declares. You freeze for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you just heard.

“R-Really?”

“I love you, Y/N. The moment I saw you again felt like...fate. It was like everything made sense again. I never realized how much tou meant to me until I left that day. You’re my other half.” He says to you so sweetly, his words stirring up emotions inside you that were aching to be let out. Your eyes sting as you choke back tears, clutching onto Bokuto’s hands.

“Kōtarō... I-I love you too. All those years felt so empty without you. And God I just wanted to kiss you that day at the bar and I-“

Bokuto stops you midsentence to pull his face into yours and kiss you hard, your heads bumping into each other a bit from the sudden movement. Passion flowed through the kiss, your mouths exploring each others for the very first time. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you go to straddle him.

Bokuto welcomes you onto his lap with ready hands, palms feeling every curve and divot of your body. Your need for each other grew with each kiss, mindlessly grinding against each other to feel closer. Every touch of his big hands made you feel alive, setting your body on fire. Bokuto starts to whine softly, his pants growing a tad bit tight at all the raw kissing. He pulled away, lips swollen and breathing uneven.

“I want you so badly. Can I-“ Bokuto goes to ask for consent, his nervousness making him struggle to find the words he’s looking for.

You shut him up with another kiss, already knowing what he wants to say as he lifts you up and carries you away. Starting in the kitchen he sits you on the counter as he takes off your top, your bare breasts popping out when the garment flies over your head and onto the floor. He’s never seen such gorgeous breasts before, he swore. Seeing you this way only made him long for you more, standing there dumb founded at the sight of your chest.

“W-Wow.” Bokuto gasps, taking both your breasts into his hands and oogling at them with love in his eyes. “So perfect.”

He takes one into his warm mouth, your body arching at the feeling and letting out a small whine. Music to his ears.

“Kō..” you sigh, closing your eyes as he suckled on your nipples.

His tongue slid over each hardened bud and looked up at you, studying your body language to learn it well. Without a word he slides off your shorts and pick you up again, hoisting you away to your bedroom after asking where it is.

Frantic kisses and breathless moans trail down the hall with a reach of the doorknob. You’re laid carefully onto the bed, Bokuto crawling on top of you without daring to pull his lips from yours just yet.

He could kiss you for hours. He could die right now and be completely content all because of this moment. Bokuto takes his hands and slides them down to the waist band of your panties, tugging them down to reveal your dripping core.

Bokuto teased his fingers along your slick folds, savoring the feeling of your wetness on his skin.

You let out the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard, urging him to draw more music from your lips. He crawls downwards towards your pussy, laying on his stomach and pulling your hips forward.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his tongue parting your folds, mewling as you arch your back. His tongue worked its magic on you, sliding up to your clit to pay special attention to it. Breathless calls of his name fill the air, your hands grabbing fist fulls of the sheets as he fucked you with his tongue.

Your eyes roll back with every swipe of his tongue, relishing in the toe curling pleasure he gave you. That familiar knot started forming in the pit of your stomach, your moans increasing in volume as you near your orgasm. Bokuto must have sensed this and wrapped his plush lips around your throbbing clit, prodding his fingers at your weeping hole to fill you.

“Kō! I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, your hands finding home in his hair and tugging lightly. Bokuto responded with a groan against your clit and a hook in his fingers, causing you to boil over without hesitation. Your thighs shake around his head, one hand covering your mouth to spare your neighbors the noise. Bokuto comes back up to kiss you, your slick coating his lips and chin. You taste your sweetness and kiss him with tongue, both of you sighing into each other.

“Wanna... be inside you.” Bokuto says breathlessly into the kiss, his dick aching to be let out of his pants.

You pull away and unbutton his jeans, Bokuto kicking them off onto the floor and pulling down his boxers. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dick, its sheer size enough to make you salivate. The way it swung a little when he took off his boxers, the prominent veins running along the shaft, its head blushing and leaking with precum. Bokuto had a gorgeous dick. You almost wanted to put it in your mouth but the heat of the moment called for a different hole to be filled.

Bokuto prods himself at your entrance and slowly slides inside you, inhaling sharply at the contact. You gasp at the dull stretch, feeling so full as you mewl uncontrollably. His hips roll slowly, thrusting deep inside your gummy walls as he rested his forehead onto yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, nails digging into the skin of his back as he picked up the pace.

“You feel so good, baby.” He spoke, kissing you gently to soothe you. You can feel him so deeply it almost brought a tear to your eye, his plunging movements sending your mind into a stupor.

He mummbled sweet praise against your neck, kissing the soft skin as he took you. A part of him wanted to go harder; really ruin that sweet face of yours and turn you into a lewd mess, but you mean more than that to him. This moment is nothing but pure love between two people who have known each other all their lives. You shriek as his hips start slamming into yours, back arching off the bed as your nipples pebbled against his chest.

“I-I love you, Bokuto.” You whine. Your eyes flash white, your vision becoming foggy as the mind boggling pleasure ripples through your body. You chant his name like a mantra, Bokuto mumbling how much he loves you as his hips do more of the talking. You feel him throb inside you, it becoming obvious he’s holding back so you can cum first. He’s rubbing circles into your clit as he pins your legs above your head. It all became so much so fast, your mewls spewing from your lips no longer caring who hears what.

“Let go for me, baby. C’mon..” He hums, nibbling on your neck. You scream, your tight cunny clenching down on his length as you cum for a second time that night. Bokuto rides out your orgasm, watching your body shake and shiver at the feeling of him sliding in and out of your weeping hole.

Bokuto doesn’t have time to think of where to cum, your walks sucking him in so well he loses all sense of control. He cums hot inside you, your pussy milking him for everything he had as he pants into your neck. You both stay in position for a while, looking at each other with love sick eyes. Bokuto rests himself on top of you, still nuzzled inside you as his cum leaks onto the sheets. You’re both out of breath, sitting in the high you both came to as you rub lazy circles into his back.

Nothing but pure love circulated the air as you rest together in bed, naked and vulnerable. You don’t say anything but soft I love yous to each other, gentle kisses on each others lips as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu headcanons #queue made me do it 🥴

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: "falling in love with her wasn't apart of my plan but I'm not mad if it happens."

♡ pairing: leo valdez x latina, fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting this week :/ but also, writing for Leo is my ultimate favorite thing to do bc I'M MEXICAN AND SO IS HE AND I JUST GET TO UNLEASH ALL MY MEXICANESS INTO ONE FANFIC.

being the daughter of Nemesis, it wasn't unusual to see you messing with the Hermes cabin....a lot. your partners in crime were the Stoll brothers. all the meanwhile, everyone who saw the three of you together knew to book it. it usually meant that all of you pulled a prank and they were terrified to know which cabin it was that got shit end of the stick.

it was usually ended up being the Demeter kids considering they were so easy to prank. you swore that Demeter was going to bite you in the ass one day for how much you messed with her kids but you couldn't lie, they were so easily prankable that it was hard not to do it.

"I'M GOING TO HURT YOU!" you heard someone scream as you and the Stoll brothers ran away from the cabin. the three of you booked it until you saw them stop and ultimately give up, "NO YOU WON'T!" you yelled back jokingly before you accidentally ran into someone.

you heard the chuckles of Travis and Connor as you looked up, "sorry Leo, didn't see you there," you murmured. he gave you his hand, helping you up as Travis and Connor started mocking you, "it's okay but be careful! wouldn't want your beautiful face to get all messed up," your eyes widened, right alongside's Travis who started going into hysterics.

"thanks Leo, at least someone knows how to treat a woman," you poked back to Travis who immediately stood quiet. Leo laughed, "no problem but here, you got some grease on your cheek," he said, seeing the slash of it on your face. he pulled his sleeve out a bit and tried wiping it off, "uh, you kinda made it worse," Connor inquired.

Travis smacked his brother, sensing that this was not the time to make a joke. he quickly dragged himself along with Connor away as you got left with Leo, "I still think you look pretty," he tried to rationalize. he knew the story behind you and knew if you managed to take what he did the wrong way, he would be at the receiving end of a prank and no one ever wanted to be involved in a prank that had your name attached with Travis and Connor.

"have a mirror in your bunker? don't really feel like walking all the way to my cabin to clean it off," you admitted. Leo nodded excitedly, practically grabbing your hand and dragging you away, "course I do. gotta see this perfect face somehow," you giggled at his comment making Leo proud that he wasn't scaring you off yet.

the bunker from where you were originally wasn't too far but when you stepped in, you couldn't help but stand at the doorway, stunned at the organized mess he had inside. "you build a lot, don't you?" you asked. Leo saw the way stared mesmerized at the unfinished project, "yeah, half of these aren't done yet and I haven't even started on those yet but that's what happen when you're the son of Hephaestus," he groaned.

you saw the mirror that was on the wall and wiped it away with a clean rag. as you finished up, you heard music playing lowly throughout the bunker.

"is that....Banda MS?" you asked, whipping your head around to get a clear answer. Leo and you both stared at each other in complete shock, "NO WAY!" you both screamed. you immediately felt a tug at Leo, getting some sense of familiarity from him, "my dad used to blast this song all the time as a kid!" you exclaimed happily.

Leo didn't respond as he was still too much in shock to process what was going on. he hadn't met anyone who ever recognized the music he listened to when he worked. it's one of the memories he had with his mom was that she blared this music when they used to work on things together, "my mom did too," he replied. you found the tiny remote and turned it up as you sat in shock.

"sorry but I really haven't heard this music play in years, it brings back so many memories of my dad," you confessed, "holy Hera I might start crying," you laughed, trying not to cry in the process.

"Me gustas, te gusto, pa qué nos hacemos? te llevo la banda y nos amanecemos. seré detallista, me encantas la neta, te lleno de rosas mis dos camionetas. no es por presumir, pero soy buena opción, bonita pareja haríamos tú y yo, Piénsalo."

you sang out the lyrics right alongside Leo as the two of you immediately felt in your own little world. Jason, who was passing by Bunker Nine with Piper, poked his head in when he heard Leo's singing voice.

"no way," he whispered to Piper who managed to jump over her boyfriend to poke her head inside, "a girl is in his bunker? holy Hera," she murmured to him as Jason stared at his best friend in pride. Jason knew if anyone deserved a girlfriend, it was Leo. despite the front Leo put up constantly, he knew Leo craved love from a significant other so to see you inside of the bunker, not only singing to music in Spanish but to actually understand Leo from a side no one else could made Jason proud of him.

"I have a bunch of music on my iPod I always play in my cabin since Damien is hardly inside, it doesn't really bother anyone," you mentioned as you took it out. Leo quickly put the iPod on the adapter and played the first song which happened to be 'Se Amerita' by Junior H, "I usually played it around Jason and the others but they didn't really understand so it didn't really bother them."

you heard your name being yelled by Travis from across the camp making you sigh. Leo felt himself deflate, realizing that you were leaving, "talk to ya later? I'm pretty sure one of those got caught in a prank and are going to use me as an escape tactic," you murmured, jumping off of the stool.

"bye Amor!" you turned around, not expecting the nickname so suddenly, "goodbye Valdez," you replied, giving him a wink.

you walked out of his bunker, not noticing Jason or Piper who were hiding on the side as you sped off to Travis. Jason and Piper walked in, giving Leo the biggest shit eating grin they had ever had on their faces, "well, well, well, what was that?" Piper asked, "flirting it up with the daughter of Nemesis are we?" Jason added on.

"shut up, it wasn't even-," Leo looked to Jason who immediately told him to cut the shit, "falling in love with her wasn't apart of my plan but I'm not mad if it happens," he confessed, slamming the tool on the table and running his hands through his brown hair.

Piper couldn't believe her ears. Leo had said he had fallen in love multiple times over multiple women he had met but this one felt real. it felt almost raw.

"you didn't tell her that, did you?" Jason asked, now in a kind of panic. Leo shook his head no, "okay good but honestly, it's really surprising. everyone in the camp kind of assume her and Travis had a thing considering how much time they spend with each other," Piper said out loud.

bingo.

that was the thing that was throwing Leo off. he saw the way you acted around Travis. it wasn't the way you were around Connor. you seemed really close to Travis. the two of you were secretive with each other. just know, he heard Travis calling for you and although you were reluctant to go, he felt some kind of competition with the older Stoll brother.

"no, I don't think they see each other that way, they have more of a sibling relationship if I have to be honest," thank you Jason for being the voice of reason, Leo thought. he stood up and stretched himself, "well, if the Gods want us together then so be it but if they don't...I'm going to make em," he joked.

the following morning was thankfully a Saturday. no training was mandatory and it gave everyone a chance to sleep in. Leo tended to be a late sleeper on these days but as he was getting up to go to the mess hall, he heard your laughs from the campfire area. you were sitting with Travis, looking at a notebook with something written inside it as Travis let out another laugh.

Leo felt himself getting slightly jealous as he went for his late morning snack. you had given a bright smile, one that made him melt on the inside, and a wave before going back to talking to Travis. he hadn't seen Connor around so he figured that it was just the two of you which didn't make his jealousy dim down any less.

you had ditched the plans of pranking the Ares cabin with Travis as he wiggled his eyebrows, joking that you were replacing him with Leo.

"hey Leo, what're you up to?" you asked, scaring him a bit. he shrugged, showing you the snacks in his hands, "late sleeper, huh?" you asked. you could sense the slightly different mood Leo was in, in comparison to yesterday, "well, if you need any help with anything, I'll be free all day," you mentioned, hoping he'd invite you to maybe help him in some kind of project.

Leo nodded, not saying anything back before heading back to his bunker. he didn't know if it was just his heart playing with him but the way you were around Travis made him irrationally angry. it was as if only he could be that way around you. Leo knew one of his downsides as a person was being extremely clingy and having a bit too much faith in someone but he was hoping that if he placed all his marbles into a bowl that maybe you'd reciprocate the feelings he got for you just as quickly as he did.

"what're you doing in here trapped?" Jason asked, a little later in the day. Leo continued working on his useless project as he didn't respond, "dude, are you listening? I would think you'd be with ( your name ), trying to ask her out and all," Jason reiterated.

Leo slammed his nail gun down on the table, frightening Jason.

"I saw her with Travis earlier, giggling and laughing with him so I figured that maybe Piper was right and that they like each other," he admitted, frustration evident in his voice, "gods you're in idiot," Jason screamed to Leo as it was Leo's turn to be left in confusion.

Jason sat down on the wooden chair in annoyance.

"( your name ) is currently by herself by lake and you're in here moping around because of a scenario you made in your head?" he practically yelled. Leo was about to speak up when Jason cut him off again, "I told you already, she is like Travis' sister! what're you not getting? I heard what she told you this morning and now she's alone when she could be in here with you!" he yelled, shaking Leo's shoulders.

Leo took a step back, letting what Jason was telling him sink in. once it finally processed, he put his tool down and took his belt off, "think she'll be down for me to join her?" Leo asked him. Jason nodded yes, "go to her you idiot! it's about time you found your soulmate and you're about to ruin it!"

Jason remained in the cabin as Leo quickly walked out. he went to the place where Jason had told him you were currently at and thankfully, you were still there. you were poking the water with a stick before chucking a large rock inside of it. something Percy probably would've yelled at you for.

"what're you doing here alone?" he asked, walking up behind you. you instantly perked up, "I'm bored and didn't really have anything to do today so I usually go to the lake to throw rocks," you replied as Leo got comfortable next to you, "I thought you'd be working on some project right now."

Leo shook his head, "figured you'd probably want to help me start a new project. I don't know how great the daughters of Nemesis are at building things but I can imagine someone as gorgeous and smart as you can be of help," he flirted as he noticed the flustered reaction.

"me vas a matar estupido," you joked, pushing him playfully. Leo shook his head, "how can I kill me reina? it would be really stupid of me." you didn't bother to reply as you let out a flustered laugh.

Leo took in the situation as you grew quiet. the slight Long Island breeze made your hair get pushed back as Leo thanked his lucky stars. Leo knew he went through hell and back. literally. and maybe it was finally time he got what he deserved in return.

never did he think he would be at the receiving end of good karma. his life until recently had put him through trials and tribulations that he didn't think he'd make it out of but thankfully, he did and when he did, he figured that's when the God's placed you in his life. the gorgeous daughter of Nemesis.

"well, let's get crackin' partner," you said getting up. Leo nodded, grabbing your wrist and practically dragging you away to his bunker, "whatever you say reina," he replied, finding comfort in the nickname he gave you.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus fic #heroes of olympus imagine #heroes of olympus #hoo imagine #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you

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buoyantsaturn · 3 years

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I’m all eyes (1/1)

summary: So, obviously, if Nico was wearing Jason’s sweatshirt, then they must be dating, right?

word count: 1,871

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Will didn’t think he was the jealous type. Jealousy required some amount of anger, right? But he wasn’t angry - maybe just disappointed. And really, he didn’t even have all of the facts, so he shouldn’t let himself get worked up over it anyway.

It’s just that, well. It sucked to always look over at the Big Three table to see Nico in that giant purple SPQR sweatshirt. Or, it didn’t suck - it was a good look, and purple was definitely Nico’s color, as much as Will would prefer to see him in camp orange. The part that sucked was that Jason was always sitting beside him, and that sweatshirt definitely looked like it was Jason’s size.

So, obviously, if Nico was wearing Jason’s sweatshirt, then they must be dating, right? And on the one hand, it was exciting, because that meant Nico was into guys, which meant that Will might have a chance with him (and bonus points because he, too, was tall, blond, and blue-eyed). On the other hand, Nico was taken, and Will wasn’t a homewrecker (or whatever the fifteen year old version of a homewrecker was).

Anyway, Will had a lot of mixed feelings about seeing Nico in that sweatshirt. And he kept having those mixed feelings when he started to see more and more of Nico around camp. He would come by the archery range while Will was practicing with his shotgun (on his own target that he’d made specifically for shooting practice). He had started going to campfires (where he would pull the sweatshirt over his knees and turn himself into an adorable purple blob). He’d even started coming by the infirmary every few days so that Will could make sure he was keeping his fading in check (so, to be fair, Will had asked him to stop by occasionally, but that was for purely medical reasons).

On one particularly hot day in September, Nico entered the infirmary sans sweatshirt, and Will’s heart jumped in his chest. Sure, he’d seen Nico without that sweatshirt on a few times before, but he’d reacted the same way then, too. He tried to act normal, checking Nico’s solidity and making sure that his arms and legs still cast shadows, but the second Piper stepped into the infirmary, Will’s mind went blank.

She was wearing a giant purple SPQR sweatshirt, the one that looked just like Jason’s that Nico always wore. And hadn’t Jason and Piper been dating before they set off on the Argo II?

“Is that Jason’s sweatshirt?” Will’s mouth asked before his brain could stop it.

Piper paused and glanced down, like she’d forgotten what she was wearing. “Oh, uh, yeah. Nyssa’s got the AC blasting in the bunker, so I snagged this from Jason’s cabin on the way here.”

“Oh.” Did that mean they were still dating? Or maybe they just had a really amicable breakup? Or...Nico, Jason, and Piper were all in some sort of polyamorous relationship? Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, but the three of them together certainly made for an odd bunch. “Sorry, did you need help?”

She shook her head. “Nah, just came to see what was holding Nico up. He’s been helping us try to track down Leo.”

“Really?” Will asked, glancing at Nico in surprise. “That’s...nice of you.”

Nico shrugged. “I’m just gonna make sure he stays dead this time.”

Will grinned. “Ah. That’s more like it.”

“So, am I good to go?” Nico asked. “I’d like to track Leo down before Thanatos does.”

Will rolled his eyes fondly. “Yeah, go ahead. But as a bit of medical advice, murder might not be best for your mental health.”

Nico scrunched up his nose. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“Sure, Death Boy,” Will said, brushing off his reply. It was probably a joke anyway. Right? “Get out of here already. I’ll see you later.”

As Nico started toward the door, Piper threw an arm around him, which Nico immediately tried to shove off, albeit unsuccessfully. Once he was sure they were gone, and once Kayla returned from her snack break, Will snuck out the back entrance.

He went to the cave under Half Blood Hill, announcing himself as he pushed the curtain aside and walked in. He found Rachel the way he usually did, one bare foot holding a paintbrush as she worked on her current project. “Hey,” she greeted, not lifting her eyes from the canvas.

“Hey,” Will replied moments before flopping down face-first onto a pile of overstuffed pillows. He was pretty sure it was the space that Rachel pretended was her bed whenever she stayed the night at camp so that Chiron wouldn’t realize that she snuck into the Apollo cabin every night to sleep on one of the spare bunks. He’d gotten close with Rachel since the end of the Titan war, seeing as he was usually the one to catch her when she collapsed after giving a prophecy. It had helped them bond. Now Rachel felt like something of a sister, except Will’s only experience with siblings were his godly siblings, who always just felt like close friends. So, anyway, Rachel was somewhere between Will’s newest vaguely-related sister and a close friend. Which meant that they had a good enough relationship that they could sit in silence without it being awkward, which was how the next few minutes passed.

Then, Will lifted his face off of a pillow and glanced to the side, spotting a familiar shade of purple. He picked it up - an oversized SPQR sweatshirt. “Whose is this?”

“Huh?” Rachel barely glanced away for a second before turning back to her easel. “Oh. That’s Nico’s. He must’ve left it here last night.”

Will’s head snapped up. “Nico was here? Wait, you hang out with Nico?”

Rachel shrugged. She leaned forward and pulled the brush out from between her toes, apparently deciding that Will had become too much of a distraction for the time being. “Yeah, we go way back. We both helped Percy and Annabeth with the Labyrinth, remember? And then after that he would check in on me sometimes to, like, make sure nobody came after me. It was kinda creepy at first, you know, because he just sort of appears out of nowhere sometimes? But as soon as I started feeding him, he opened his mouth and never really shut up, so the creepiness kinda faded.”

Will smoothed a hand across the fabric. It was soft, and big enough that it would fit him easily. And Rachel said it was Nico’s, not Jason’s - not that it could be, since he’d just seen Piper wearing Jason’s about ten minutes ago. And if Rachel and Nico were friends, then she would know-- “So Nico’s not dating Jason?”

Rachel blinked, clearly taken aback by the question, and then laughed. “No, definitely not.”

Will’s brain was moving too fast for him to process anything. “He-- I--” He scrambled to his feet and gathered the sweatshirt in his hands. “I gotta go!”

“Uh, bye?” Rachel called after him as Will took off out of the cave. Piper had said that she was with Nyssa at Bunker Nine, so Will took off toward the woods. He was grateful for his long legs that carried him across camp so quickly, leaping over fallen branches and thankfully not tripping up on any roots. He found himself outside Bunker Nine in no time, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on Nico. He sprinted up to the other boy, hunching over for half a second to catch his breath before he said, “Can I talk to you?”

Nico nodded, his eyes wide in obvious surprise at having Will suddenly appear in front of him. (Served him right for doing the same to everyone else for the last few years.) Will led him out of the bunker and away from listening ears, and then handed over the sweatshirt.

“Oh,” Nico said, sounding almost disappointed. “Um. Thanks.”

“Rachel told me it was yours, so I...brought it,” Will told him. “I always thought-- I mean, I assumed-- You and Jason are just so close, and I figured--”

“I don’t like Jason,” Nico said quickly, defensively, and his cheeks began to color. “Not… Not like that, I mean. He just got this for me because he was sick of me stealing his all the time.”

“No, right, of course,” Will replied as his heart sank. “I mean-- Oh gods, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume you liked guys-- I never should’ve--”

“I do,” Nico cut in, and Will’s mouth snapped shut. “I, um. I’m...gay.”

“Oh. Oh! Cool! I mean, I am too! Or, uh, I’m bi, but, uh. I like guys, too.”

If Will’s arms weren’t frozen at his side, he probably would’ve smacked himself for babbling like a total idiot. But maybe it was worth it to see the way Nico’s cheeks continued to grow red.

“Cool,” Nico said softly, dropping his gaze to his shoes before rapidly looking around at anything that wasn’t Will. “Would you, um. Would you maybe be interested in sitting with me at the campfire tonight?”

Will was pretty sure his soul had left his body, but he still managed to ask, “Like, as a date?”

Nico scuffed the toe of his shoe against the dirt. “If… If you want.”

“Yeah!” Will said quickly, and then, “That would be, um. Cool.”

“Cool,” Nico repeated. He started fidgeting with the sweatshirt in his hands before he suddenly held it out to Will. “You should take this. It’ll probably be cold tonight, so…”

Will barely managed to stop himself from saying, it’s okay, I have my own. Instead, he forced his hands out to take the sweatshirt back. “Cool.” Did he know any other word in the English language besides cool? “I’ll, um. See you tonight then.”

Nico smiled, and Will’s heart soared. “Yeah. See you tonight.”

When Will arrived at the campfire later, happily yet nervously showing off the SPQR laurels on his chest, he made his way straight to Nico, relieved to see that the other boy had shown up in just a t-shirt.

“Hey,” Will said, smiling brightly as he sat down in the open space beside Nico. “You know, it might get cold this far from the fire. Maybe you should borrow this.” Will held out his own neatly folded orange camp hoodie, one with a large 7 on the back and a red cross on one sleeve - a sweatshirt that was unmistakably Will’s.

Nico smiled down at the sweatshirt, and then up at Will like this was exactly what he’d been hoping for. “Okay,” he said as he took the sweatshirt and pulled it on over his head.

“It might be a little big on you,” Will warned, but Nico only smiled brighter when his head popped out of the neck hole.

“That’s okay,” Nico replied. Just the very tips of his fingers stuck out the ends of the sleeves, and Will got the sudden urge to hold Nico’s hand. Maybe he would try later, when Nico didn’t have all of his focus directed at Will. “That’s how I like it.”

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paperpennies · 3 years

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Please tell me about your AU idea where Sasha and Milla meet in Brazil as teenagers and basically end up long-distance dating before either of them become Psychonauts ^_^

Oh hey look at that, totally out of nowhere, not prompted by me at all! (@2somethingelseyoumightknow2 and @strawberry-et also asked me about it but it seems redundant to answer three separate asks. I didn’t think three people would actually do it lol. Also sorry for taking 8 years to answer.) This idea came out of just smushing two thoughts together. Then I got weirdly attached. Buckle in; it’s gonna be pretty long. Under a cut to avoid annoying feed scrolling.

So, AU is: Sasha mom lives, meaning he turns out a lot better emotionally adjusted since he grows up with at least one attentive parent. His dad is better too- still pretty emotionally constipated but not, like, broken the way he is in canon. The family also has 4-5 more kids after Sasha. This does mean they’re pretty poor but they do okay.

His mother is a schoolteacher, who is somewhat unusual in the time period for working and being a mom of a big family at the same time. She and Sasha are quite close; he gets a lot of his intellectual and curious side from her. In his eyes, he’s much more like her than like his dad (although people who know them both would say he’s a lot more like his father than he thinks). His mother also knows about his psychic powers, having noticed them as soon as they started showing up, but his dad and siblings (probably) don’t.

The story starts when Sasha is 14-15 years old. He’s getting increasingly bored living in a small rural town with few opportunities related to his interests, and his developing psychic powers (and probable undiagnosed autism) make things even more complicated and difficult for him. His mother gets an opportunity, probably with some kind of charity organization, to go teach German/English and maybe other stuff in Brazil for a while. She decides to take it, and take Sasha with her so he can have some different life experiences. She also takes his youngest sister along, since she’s still very little and dad’s already going to be left alone with three other kids.

(Also, my assumed age for Sasha and Milla in the games is like mid-30s, which, if the games take place in mid/late 80s, would mean they were born in the mid-50s. That means they would be 14-15 in the late 60s. So that’s the timeline I’m going with here.)

So they go to Brazil. The school Sasha’s mom is working at is either at or associated with an orphanage- maybe a church that has a school and an orphanage. Of course, Milla is there. I don’t have a lot of the details locked in here. It’s hard because we know nothing about Milla’s family or life before she was working at the orphanage, so I’m really just pulling this out of nowhere to fit in with this AU. For the purposes of this, she has no family and is living at the orphanage and going to the school there (even though that’s sad and I kinda don’t like it. May change it. Hm.)

Anyway, Sasha’s mom is teaching at the school; Sasha is doing basically independent study. I also haven’t decided if Milla is in his mom’s classes, because I haven’t decided what age group(s) she’s teaching. Either Milla’s in her classes or gets employed (or volunteers) to babysit Sasha’s little sister and that’s how she comes to be around. Oh, and also for the purposes of this, Sasha’s mom already spoke Portuguese before this, and Sasha’s been learning it prior to arriving there, so he’s like conversational at least.

Either way, Sasha and Milla meet. Despite having some initial personality conflict, they find they have a weird connection to each other. Milla is curious about this feeling and interprets it as maybe being a crush, although it feels a little bit different. She decides to try and befriend him to understand it better, and also because that’s just what Milla does. She’s the sort of person who makes people her friends half-against-their-will just by being friendly and caring consistently until they can’t deny that they’re friends.

Sasha, meanwhile, is wary of her and her enthusiasm because he’s not great with the social stuff, especially with the culture and language gaps at play. He’s also wary of the feeling because it seems psychic-related, but he doesn’t know what that means. Plus Milla is like super pretty and nice and he gets tongue-tied and red-faced whenever she talks to him, but he definitely doesn’t like her shut up Mom.

Over time, Milla’s determination prevails, and they become genuine friends. He hides the fact that he’s psychic at first, but eventually does tell her. He asks her if she’s sure she’s not psychic, because she really seems psychic somehow. She doesn’t think she is, but he theorizes she’s probably not quite normal, at least, and that’s where the connection they’ve felt from the beginning comes from.

Since they’re actually perfect for each other, their friendship grows deeper over the months they spend hanging out. By the time Sasha has to leave, they’ve developed real romantic (in a 14-15 year old way) feelings for each other. They don’t ever really talk about it, but promise to write.

And they do. Sasha’s siblings start referring to the girl he writes to as his girlfriend to tease/annoy him, but eventually it sticks. He stops protesting, although he never confirms whether or not it’s true, and it starts being matter-of-fact to them instead of a joke. On Milla’s side, she still talks about him to her friends like he’s still there, and she gets the penpal-boyfriend teasing, too. It doesn’t really bug her, though. They save up money over a few years to go and visit each other, and talk about their relationship enough to be sort of “official”. It’s rough since they rarely get to see each other in person or even talk on the phone, but they keep going.

Years pass, and some things change and others don’t. Sasha mother dies when he’s in his late teens, and he and his dad start having bigger and bigger issues between them in the wake of greiving. He leaves home as soon as he’s sure his younger siblings will be fine without him around. Out and about in the world, he gets recruited into the Psychonauts within the next few years (the specifics of this don’t matter too much for this AU). Milla goes on to work in her orphanage, the thing she’s most passionate about. They still keep close in touch, and get to see each other a more often now that they’re grown up and Sasha has better access to international travel. They finally decide “okay yes, we really are actually dating” even though it’s still long distance. Sasha’s colleagues 100% do not believe his story about having a beautiful long-distance girlfriend in Brazil, because that would sound fake af even if wasn’t coming from the very serious, not-romantic-at-all Sasha. Even his picture of them together does not convince them.

Then, the thing happens. Milla’s orphanage burns down, and her psychic powers finally fully awaken. Because of her knowledge of psychics, she realizes what’s happening, but it’s still a horrifically traumatic event. Sasha takes a leave period to come and help her, finds that it’s even more serious than he’d expected, and puts her in touch with the Psychonauts directly for some better assistance. He’s too close to her to do more than an initial check-up himself.

They find Milla has a lot of potential and extend an offer to join the intern program (which at that time spans a larger age range than later on). She rejects the offer at first, tries to go back to her life, but later decides she needs to make a complete change and accepts. Sasha’s colleagues are shocked to find out she is indeed real. She graduates first out of her class, as one of the best levitators the organization has ever seen. Technically, she and Sasha aren’t supposed to be romantically involved as agents, but the Psychonauts have always been pretty loosey-goosey about that rule (given the history of its founders).

So that was a novel in length. It’s not necessarily that interesting in this form, but there’s the AU. I think the interest would be the specifics of how their relationship would play out as a story, if they met young enough and under the right circumstances to not to get stuck in the hang-ups their relationship has in canon. If you read this far, tell me what you think! Thoughts, feelings, emotional outbursts?

#SashaMilla #Sasha Nein #Milla Vodello #AU #Psychonauts #It's not as super different as like the vampire one people have going but I think there's interesting things to explore there #I wanna do some art for it but I wanna do art for a lot of things #so it may not happen

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lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean · 3 years

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Drabble ~ Jerk

Pairing: Sam x reader

Fic summary: Dean can’t help being an older sibling any more than you can help being a younger one.

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: {swearing, period blood mentions (if that bothers you), fluff}

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You and Sam suddenly broke apart with a loud lip smack upon hearing the sound of the knob turning on the motel room door that adjoined your room with the brother’s. You had just enough time to share a panicked expression before Sam leapt out of your arms and shuffled hurriedly to sit on the very edge of the bed. He smoothed his clothes, then leaned forward on his knees to hide the evidence of your activity and you yanked the blanket over your pantsless bottom half just in time for Dean to come bursting in.

You and the youngest Winchester had been dancing around your feelings for eons, and had only recently started exploring them. You'd purposefully kept Dean out of the loop thus far, so as to avoid unnecessary (and what would surely be incessant) commentary. He never cared that his opinion wasn't wanted.

With an excited clap, Dean asked, "Alright, you guys are taking forever, so I assume you’re ready! Right? Who's ready??" With some relief, you decided that it seemed Dean was too excited about something to notice the two of you acting squirrely.

"Ready for what?" You croaked out, wiping your lips discreetly and trying to sound casual and not breathless.

"For what?" Dean looked between the two of you, wounded, causing you and Sam to share a bemused smirk. "For what?? For A Little Taste of Heaven that's what! The diner--"

You rolled your eyes with an understanding groan, "Oh, right, right. The diner; breakfast. Now I remember." Come to think of it, before the kissing, Sam had mentioned coming over to ask if you were ‘hungry.’ You’d just assumed he was being flirty.

Dean’s grin was wide and opened mouthed while he rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Five gas stations in a row have recommended this place. I am so pumped." Patting his stomach proudly, he boasted, "haven't eaten breakfast since yesterday, so I'm good and ready. Starving actually, so, what’s taking so long?"

You gave him a funny look, then shook your head and chuckled, "You have a problem."

"Also, do we really think it's wise to go to a diner called that? 'A Little Taste Of Heaven'? Seems… almost too coincidental for us." It seemed like Sam was only semi-joking. Honestly, you couldn't help but agree with a quick chortle, and Dean's face fell.

"You two aren't backing out on me now? C'mon, (Y/N)! The guy in Toledo said the waffles there were orgasmic and I believe your exact words were: 'I'll happily be the judge of that'."

You mouthed your own words along with him as he spoke and then shark-mouthed in defeat. You couldn't disagree with the wise words of your past self and you were hungry. You and Dean then both looked at Sam. His expression was almost exaggeratedly dubious. He made Dean wait in agony while he seemed to be giving the request some serious thought.

Finally, the younger man gave a deep sigh, "Sure, why not? I could go for an egg white omelet. And if we do happen to stumble into an apocalypse, we'll just--"

"Order waffles, so we can get one last good one in before the end at least?" You suggested with a cackle.

"Solid plan!" Dean's quick, genuine laugh was abrupt before he ordered, "so, let's go!"

As Dean walked through your room and headed for the exit, Sam glanced back at you to see if you needed any assistance. He raised an eyebrow at your panicked expression, confused. Then it hit him: you weren't wearing pants. Come to think of it, he wasn’t exactly recovered yet either.

Dean stopped in the doorway and turned back expectantly, "... Well??"

“Er, uh… y-you go ahead, I still have to help (Y/N) with…” Sam tried to come up with an explanation that didn't lend itself to a lot of questions, but came up empty.

Dean didn’t move an inch, staring him down expectantly, “...Wiiiiiiiith? Just come on, I’m hungry! Quit dawdling.”

Sam beg-shouted, “Just go dude, we’re right behind you!”

Dean stood his ground, looking innocent, “Can’t we all just get up and go now? What’s the hold up? (Y/N)?”

Sam hung his head for a moment and then looked at you helplessly. You almost gave up, and then had an idea.

“Fine, Dean. If you must know, I...” You hesitated, catching Sam’s eye and trying to figure out if this was going to be worth it or not. In the end, it didn’t matter that Dean knew you and Sam were together, but you just couldn’t let him win. It wasn’t in your nature.

With an embarrassed shrug, you ‘admitted’, “I woke up with my period, OK?”

Even though he knew you were lying, Dean couldn’t help but jerk back in initial aversion, “Eeoh...kay.” He stood awkwardly, trying to figure out how to regain the upper hand.

Seeing his reaction caused you to double down with a frustrated sigh, “Yeah, and it was one of those real heavy starts, too. Period blood just everywhere!” Your eyes were wide with apology and shrugged helplessly, really hamming it up. Dean tried to keep his face neutral as he nodded understandingly, his eyes darting uncomfortably around the room. Sam was shaking his head in begrudged amusement as you continued, “Sam offered to help me clean up, but since you’re so keen to get us moving, you could always--”

With a quick shake of his head, Dean yanked the door open and denied your invitation, “Nope, I’m all good. I’ll be outside. Hurry.”

As he disappeared, you pushed your luck with a laugh, “Oh come on! You touch blood all the time!”

Dean's head popped back into view and he looked Sam up and down, “You’ve got Sammy to help.” Then, with a catlike grin, he added, “Which is perfect; more of a boyfriend’s job anyway."

You flushed red instantly and gasped in indignant anger. Sam’s expression was half guilty, half amused. The jig was up and you both knew you would never hear the end of it. Still, it felt kinda nice that it was finally out in the open.

When Dean began cackling, though, you were filled with irritation at his smugness and finally sputter-shouted, “JERK!”

Dean smirked and opened his mouth to respond, but Sam cut him off with a threatening, “Watch it.”

The older man rolled his eyes at the smug look on your face and groaned, “So it begins.”

#sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfiction #dean being an older brother

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lnevada · 2 years

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More Questions than Answers ~ S2E4 Breakdown

Ray is so needy.

As much as I want all the friends to be friends, it’s very important to me that blood siblings (especially twins) are close, so Miles showing such drastic care and concern for Mika is reassuring.

Henry has all the kids’ numbers (good big brother/cousin vibes).

I don’t know it for a fact, I just know that it’s true that Cooper gives the best hugs.

I kinda, sort of think Henry and Schwoz only hugged once in HD, so seeing them two hug is kinda more important at this point than seeing Henry and Ray hug (since they always do).

The couple’s therapy session 🥳.

Love that the girls politely, casually greet Henry and want to catch up, as opposed to the guys (apart from Miles since he was stressed about Mika) who just take for granted Henry (literally) appearing in mid-air to go on an adventure.

Ray saying ‘that’s my girl’ to both kids and him not having favorites is peak dad/guardian moment.

My biggest complaint is it felt as though the episode should have been extended. None of the comedy bits had time to breathe. None of the friend/group scenes felt overly tight/organic (like catching up with Henry; he immediately has to leave at the end, which for real life purposes makes sense, but still). Everything (including the fight sequence) felt rushed and like everything sort of just worked itself out/circumstantial.

Miles saying he (the group) would send Drex to hell is kind of violent/adult for this show, which I appreciate.

Ray is so needy, 2x. 🥰

Henry saying he misses being there (reflective, I’m sure, for the actor).

Schwoz chasing RT’s headless body. Also, Chapa being a savage and good with torture ideas (if it was her idea; making Ray proud no doubt).

Open-ended episodes leave lots of room for theories, debates, and HCs! Namely, both Henry and Drex can and likely will come back, eventually. But I for one want it to wait at least till end of S3, if not later than that.

Is Henry’s new plan to hunt/kill Drex? He technically can’t (although I have theories as to get around his power), but that’s also majorly violent and going further than he ever has as a superhero. Drex is bad news, but to kill him? Is it a byproduct of working in Dystopia (and that begs the question, has he killed before), or is he growing increasingly more vigilante as the series progresses (like Ray is)?

Drex would have QUITE LITERALLY fallen on top of Ray when they fell off the roof together (for the last time). Ray let him escape? Drex got away? An example of a sequence/scene that could and should have been expanded upon/shown in an extend version of the episode.

And another thing! Why does Drex want revenge on Henry (more so/over) rather than on Ray? I guess Drex can’t kill Ray (again, ask me about my theories….) and perhaps he was unaware of Henry’s new superpower (which practically renders Henry indestructible), but Henry? He has way less history with Henry and can physically overpower Henry (and did, all the time). I’m genuinely curious! Just seemed circumstantial/out of place.

This isn’t my hot take, but my mother’s and I’ll mention it because it made me sad and it would be so perfect(!): are all the ‘old man jokes’ about Ray foreshadowing for when he ‘has to retire’ at the end of the series (when the series is just canonically over) and he’s going to give the superhero keys to the kingdom to the kids he helped train/raise? Sad but poetic, and likely true.

Lastly, I assumed they would say Drex ran away to Dystopia to commit crimes away from Swellview/Captain Man’s reach and Henry could deal with him. But, Henry’s just going to go nomad AND lone wolf to hunt him across the country and who knows where?

What is with the writers’ aversion to saying Charlotte and Jasper’s names? Henry’s going to forget them and not return to Dystopia? Leave them there? Have they already left to become ‘functioning adults’? A sentence would be all I ask but not even that. I guess it’s to keep their stories open-ended too. But, what the hell are they doing?! And they won’t be worried about Henry? THEM OF ALL PEOPLE?! Who will watch over the town that’s gotten use to having 3 superheroes? Too many questions. Requires fanfiction to fix plot holes. Maybe some day.

Sad this season is so short. Can’t imagine what happened on the production side of things to cause that (and I don’t want to put negative thoughts out there 😬). But it looks to be renewed for at least one more season. Maybe it’ll have more episodes overall as well. One can hope (if you’re insane, like me 🤫).

Christmas special next week and I already know who the guest star/antagonist is. I have high hopes based on his first appearance, so I’ll be going off on it - one way or the other. (Please be queer, please be queer, please be queer, it’s all I want for Christmas!!). Probably asking too much of Nickelodeon, right 😉.

#henry danger #danger force #henry danger drex #danger force special #ask me about my fandoms #let’s interact #ray manchester #captain man #schwoz schwartz #fanfiction writer #multi fandom blog #df theories #df spoilers #henry hart

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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I really liked your percy (weasley) fic!! can you do some headcanons with a male reader post battle of hogwarts?

a/n: hallo there anon and im happy to hear you liked my percy weasley fic! i really had fun writing it

and post battle you say...? :)

well, you didnt specify having [name] surviving now... didnt you?

just joking

... unless...?

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let me first start with percy and [name] STILL hadn't been wed yet

[name] did say that he wants to marry percy when all the "drama" is over

so, before and in the Hogwarts battle, [name] and percy were still fiancee

the weasleys were rather very happy by the news, although they are a bit sad that they can not tell percy face to face with the whole disagreement of percy and his family

both sides are happy to have [name] at least update them what the other is currently doing

molly cries every time she hears percy overworking himself and is thankful for [name] by being with her baby boy's side

arthur was also happy and saddened since he cant tell percy how proud he was on the engagement since percy wouldnt answer any of his letters

the weasley children were also having mix feelings

of course they were happy with percy, their sibling, engaged to [name] (who they were close too aswell) but also a bit bittered because, again, they are currently having a fight with percy taking the side of the ministry of magic's side than dumbledore's

but again, they are happy for him. [name] is a good lad and they will always support their relationship

fred and george jokes that [name] is too good for percy tbh and ginny just giggling because she always knew that someday [name] was going to propose to her brother

charlie and bill were also so happy for their little brother despite the feud they have and ron was having mix emotions aswell but was ultimately happy for his brother

either way, the weasleys were happy for percy

anyways, with that out of the way, i literally have two possibility in the post battle of Hogwarts and i feel like you wont like one of those possibility which is kinda sad because i really liked that one and if i do make a part two, thats the side im leaning on

but ANYWAYS— happy ending!!!!

after the battle of hogwarts, after defeating the dark lord, with so many tragedy and deaths, percy was so fucking happy to see [name] by the end of the battle

percy already witnessed his brother, fred almost die

and YES fred is alive, fuck you i want happiness for these fuckers okay? canon is a bitch and im going to make her MY bitch. that terf author can go and suck my d

anyways, percy would literally lose it if he had lost [name] in the battle

percy already fears a lot whenever he is away from [name] from the guy being an auror

so, seeing [name], a bit bloodied and bruised with blood, soot and sweat sticking on his [skin color] skin, percy wasted no time to fucking run and jump on his fiancee

percy let out choke sobs when he hugged [name]

[name] was alive and percy was so happy

[name] was also crying a bit as he held percy tightly in his arms

his wand forgotten on the ground as his only focus was percy who was shaking and sobbing in his arms

[name] wasted no time whispering how happy he was to see percy

that [name] even admitted that he was petrified when he asked people where percy was and didnt gotten an answer where the ginger was, and he assumed the worse

but seeing percy, feeling the male on his arms shaking and crying, [name] was so relieved

percy was alive

he was alive

they both were fucking alive

percy admits his own fears of [name] dying aswell

and [name] just let out a pitiful chuckle as he broken the hug and immediately grabbed percy's face softly, his thumb wiping percy's tears as he sent percy a shaky grin

"you bloody git, i would never!" [name] says, his tone shaky as tears fell down his eyes. "i promised i would marry you after this, didnt i?"

oh merlin, the two were sobbing mess after that

the two were beyond terrified in the war

they never expected this and when they participated, they were expecting the worst

but here they are now, alive and together

skip after the clean up and the ceremony of the wizards and witches who had fallen in the battle, percy and [name] planned their wedding

percy and his family are obviously in good terms again which was great

fred recovered from his wounds and back along with george on teasing the fuck outta percy

ginny gushing on how the wedding would go along with molly

ron talking to [name] along with charlie, bill and arthur about it aswell and just welcoming [name] to the weasley family

it was just great

when the wedding day had arrived, it was only a small ceremony

but it was still perfect in both [name] and percy's eyes

when the vows were exchange and the rings on their ring fingers, percy felt the whole world just stops for a moment when [name] wasted no time to seal their fate together with a kiss

it was just so much passion and percy cried a little when reality had came crushing down

he was married to the man that he loved

the man who had been with him in hogwarts until this day

his friend, his love, his [name]

percy was so happy

it was just a blur after that

after the wedding ceremony and the small party to celebrate their marriage

percy had to say his farewell's to his family

it was saddening to see his mum crying about him leaving but percy was also so happy to hear her words

"im so proud of you, son. now go and be happy with [name]!"

arthur was also congratulating him aswell as sobbing

his son was all grown up now

charlie and bill patting percy's back and telling their little brother was a man now

fred and george teasing percy on [name]'s plan on the honeymoon (which had percy looking like his own hair after the twins teasing comments)

ron and ginny just gushing on his marriage

percy would miss his family, but looking at [name] who had a grin on his lips, percy was happy

he was part of the [last name] family now and god, percy was happy to be married to the love of his life

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