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sup-hoes-its-me · 4 years ago

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Skinny Love (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: hello again. I'm in love with Kakashi this mans makes me heart go wild I swear. Hope you like seeing him on ur dash lol. Shy reader who is too afraid to confess how she feels to Kakashi. This is only part one and is essentially just fluff. The second part will be all angst and sadness so beware.

Ps. It took me so long to get this one done. I was struggling to find the right words.

Word count: 4000

"Come on, sensei. You like him," Sakura laughed, poking her superior in the arm. The group of women stood outside the training grounds after a day of hanging out and working on their jutsu. On occasion Y/N enjoyed taking the girls out and spending time with them. It was a relief to be away from all that testosterone. If only for a short time.

She just shook her head, smothering down the embarrassment she felt creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned whenever she recognized her feelings for the man. It was just so intense. "I would never feel that way about a coworker, you know that, Sakura."

"But he's not just a coworker to you, is he? He's also your close friend," Ino hummed.

"Perhaps, but haven't I taught you that it's bad to let emotions get in the way of work?"

The blond rolled her eyes, turning to fully face one of her sensei, who she would argue was deeply in denial. "Seriously why does it even matter? Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei literally had a baby together. You should definitely tell Kakashi you like him."

Y/N tossed her head back against the wall, sighing. "Girls, I really don't like him. He's just my friend. He's nice to me and I appreciate that, but that doesn't mean I want to date him or anything." Her voice shook and clearly she had been caught.

She was always so bad at lying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

"It's just something I'd rather not dwell on, Sakura. I'm sorry for being so private about it, but it's a sensitive subject for me," the woman confessed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize. We get it! Feelings can definitely be complicated."

"I-I," she started, about to explain herself, but instead she rethought what she was about to say. There was no reason to actually reveal how she felt about the man. These times were tough, and there wasn't any room for making things even more messy with relationship drama. Y/N was more than happy just pretending they were friends and nothing more. As long as she had him just to talk to, she would be fine. As long as he always made it back alive, there was no reason to complain.

"You're right. Feelings are too complicated," she muttered, feeling herself practically deflate as she did so. Y/N was beginning to think she was just the one making everything complicated when it didn't have to be. Skipping around and lying about her feelings. Kakashi wouldn't ditch her if she just said something, she was sure of it.

Just as Sakura was about to reply, the voice of the man in question chimed in from down the path, "Y/N, we were looking for you."

"Yes, the third wheel to our tricycle of youth!"

Y/N felt a smile grow on her lips at the sounds of those voices, especially Gai's exclamation of youth. He was awfully weird, she thought, but that was what kept him so interesting. She turned to face the men walking in her direction. "Kakashi, Gai! What's up? The girls and I were just finishing our training."

"We're going out for drinks and thought you might like to join."

"Sounds great. It's been a long time since the three of us went out. For some reason we never have off at the same time anymore."

"Yeah, it's a shame. Missions have taken over our lives lately," Kakashi said tiredly. It was true. They really never had a second to rest. It was beginning to take its toll. Those were the consequences of war though. "How have you been?"

"Good, I, um..." she began, her eyes trailing up to Kakashi's. He watched back intently, patiently, and she felt something in her chest flutter up. He was always so handsome, she wondered how she could go so long without seeing his face. She just wanted to leap forward and give him a hug, wrap herself up in his warm arms for just a little while. That wasn't an option though, so she settled on some simple words. "I've missed you."

His eyes softened barely enough to be noticeable but she saw. Her heart continued to flutter up in her chest and she sighed, clutching her hands tighter behind her back. No doubt the girls standing just behind her were hyper-analyzing all their interactions, especially after revealing they held an interest in the pair's relationship.

He didn't have the chance to reply though, as Gai was the one to chime in. "Why thank you. I have to say, I've missed you as well, my kunoichi friend."

"Thanks, Gai." Even if the statement wasn't exactly pointed toward him, she was happy she had been missed.

"No problem! Now I hope you young ladies don't mind if we take L/N off your hands."

"No no. It's not a problem, Gai-sensei. I'm sure our moms want us home for dinner anyway. It's getting late after all."

"Yeah, we'll see you later, Y/N-sensei." The pink haired girl waved ss they started to make their way in the opposite direction toward town. Ino paused for a moment though.

"Don't forget what we talked about. You really shouldn't be so shy; it's gonna be okay," she said softly. Y/N sighed, nodding her head as if to say fine. In reality, she wouldn't do anything different. She wasn't feeling very open to changing herself or facing any of her fears. "See you around."

It was kinda sad that Y/N found comfort and support in a bunch of 15 year olds. She was an adult, couldn't she talk to other adults about her problems. These girls were just so accepting and she didn't feel awkward talking about immature things like crushes. Any other adult would just be too wrapped up in their own lives to care too much anyway.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Kakashi. We were just talking about random stuff. You know how curious they can be."

"You go out there and fight rogue shinobi every week. How could you be shy?" The green beast asked.

"It's really nothing. They're always assuming things about me. I'm reserved, but I wouldn't say I'm shy, per se…" She stopped to think for a quick second, tapping her foot on the ground. "Actually, I would say I'm just more conscious of the things I say and do than most other people. Not a bad thing at all."

Kakashi nodded. "It's good to keep a level head."

"Exactly. I'm Level headed. Thanks, Kakashi."

"Now let's head off to the bar! Sake for everyone!" Gai cheered, throwing his fist up in the air. She nodded, walking up beside the pair as they started off toward the restaurant of their choice, which she hoped was her favorite one with the tastiest fruit juice drinks. She was willing to put out good money to have one good, tispy night of drinks and snacking. It had already been weeks since she had a night off, one time wouldn't break the bank.

She stood to the right of them, just beside Kakashi. Every now and then she found herself drifting just a bit too close to him, her natural gait leaning toward the left. At one point, she found her hand skim dangerously close to his and she snatched it away to keep herself in check. Holding his hand perhaps was a dream of hers but she wasn't going to actually try anything.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Kakashi. Quite the opposite actually. She cared for him so deeply it sometimes made her stomach churn when she thought about it. He was her friend for ages, ever since she could really remember. He was one of the only people she could sit with and feel completely enveloped in a warm comfort, free of judgement and deceit. Gai as well, but Kakashi was different.

Maybe he could be a bit of pervert, and even sarcastic at times, but he was never rude. He had changed over the years from being a know-it-all, little jerk to someone everyone liked and admired, a kind and brave soul.

Unfortunately, it took bouts of death and loss to come about this change, but she wasn't going to ignore it. He was the best man she knew, and it only seemed natural she fell in love with him. He would probably never feel the same way. He had better things to worry about and other women to long for. He didn't have his entire life to wait around for a shy woman like herself. That was okay.

As long as he was alive and well, she would be happy.

Maybe one day she would gather the courage to grab his hand, to run her thumb over his knuckles and feel the callouses against her skin. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess how she felt. Not now, but one day when she was comfortable.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling her out of her deepening thoughts. "You're walking really slow and uh, your hand…" The man motioned to where she was clutching her wrist against her chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just uh, my wrist is sore from training." She worked her hand in a circle, pretending to stretch it out. He rolled his visible eye, knowingly.

"Sure. Always skipping around the real issues."

"I'm really okay. I was just thinking hard about something."

"Anything to do with what you, Sakura, and Ino were talking about?" he suggested, raising a brow.

She groaned. He always knew what she was thinking. It was definitely one of his best and worst qualities depending on the situation. In this case, she felt awkward as she was so lost in thought about him. She felt like a fool. "Maybe it was. But that was girl time and now it's drinking time. Different topics of discussion."

"Well, mind telling me what's got you so caught up? It's gotta be important."

"It's personal."

"Ah, I see. Well, that's fine. When you want to talk about it, I'm always around."

There was silence for a moment, her thoughts running wild in her head. He was so kind, it wouldn't be bad to tell him how she felt. He would let her down easy, surely. And Gai would be there to cushion her embarrassment, no doubt. He would make things less awkward somehow. She was sure of it.

It was crazy. No way she would say anything. Definitely not.

"I'm interested in someone," Y/N found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She just felt so much pressure building up in her chest and the only way she could relieve that feeling was to tell him something, anything about the predicament she was in. She wouldn't tell him exactly how she felt and about who, but she could vent.

Damn, all this and she didn't even have her first drink. That man really did something to her.

The men stopped in their path, their heads turning their attention solely to her. She felt her neck and cheeks begin to heat up and her palms start to sweat. Why would she say that? Dammit. She really was a fool.

"Really? Who?" Gai asked. "He'd be a fool to reject you, of course, beautiful flower of the leaf! You do not have to worry!"

"Gai...it's really not that simple. He is, um, out of my league, I guess you could say," she muttered nervously, rubbing her palms together to ease her anxiety. "He's just well, I don't know, the perfect guy ever."

She could feel Kakashi tense at her side, and her eyes scanned over him. He didn't look out of the ordinary but his energy had definitely changed. Strange.

"No one is out of your league, don't you dare say something like that! If he doesn't let you down easy, I will use my fists of justice to defend you! Tell me who this mystery man is."

"This is what Ino meant when she said you were being shy. You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Kakashi asked, and she noticed the bit of annoyance in his tone. She wondered if he was just upset she was talking about such silly things when they were ready to start drinking. She felt embarrassed. They were adults. Adults don't talk about this kind of thing. He doesn't want to hear about the guys she's interested in, or how she feels about them. Maybe Gai would be interested in it, but not a cool guy like Kakashi.

"Of course not. Like I said, he would just reject me anyway, there's no point," she told them. "And Gai, I can't just tell you who it is. You know you're a loud mouth; you'd go around telling everyone." She really didn't believe Gai would do that to her. He was far too conscious of others feelings for the most part. She just couldn't risk Kakashi knowing. She would keep it a secret from him.

"Oh come on! Just tell us! I'll help you out, be your wingman!"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time. When I'm more confident in myself."

"Well, what is it that has finally caught out dear friends heart in a web of love? Tell us!" Oh man. He really was nosy sometimes. He meant well, but occasionally he just didn't know when to stop. Kakashi kept his mouth shut because he understood she was getting uncomfortable, that or he was growing annoyed as she suspected.

Regardless, it was nice to get some of this off her chest, even if it was risky business.

"I don't really know. He's smart and considerate, and very brave. He's handsome as well, that's a plus," she smiled, listing off the things she liked about the man standing right in front of her. It felt so exhilarating, talking about her feeling so openly. It was terrifying and relieving at the same time. Y/N exhaled as she thought about him again, "He just makes me feel happy when I'm in my worst moments, that's all. I mean, what else could I ask for?"

"I see! He sounds like a good guy. Can't wait to meet him," he laughed until his eyes widened and he leaned in a bit closer to her face. He pointed his finger at his chest and questioned, "Unless of course, I already know him. It's not me, is it?

She found herself smiling just a little, her lips curving up at the absurdity of it all. "No definitely not. You don't have to worry about that."

"I'm wounded, but I understand. My youthfulness is just too strong for you."

As she thought of something to say, she began to question just why Kakashi hadn't said anything really at all. It was strange of him, letting the other man do all the talking when normally he asked her questions and at least tried to engage. Maybe he was feeling tired or bored with the conversation. She had to change the subject.

"So uh, let's get a move on before all the good booths are taken, yeah?"

"Actually, I'm getting tired. I think I'll just head home for the night, get ready for my mission in two days," the white haired jounin sighed. They both looked over to him, surprised, but Y/N knew why he needed to go. She had upset him somehow. So much for a fun night between the three of them.

"Kakashi, come on! Don't bail on us now!"

She took a step back and her eyes trailed up to his, which were narrowed, not angrily just as if he had been hurt or confused she couldn't tell which. "Oh, are you sure?" Her heart was sinking in her chest seeing him so conflicted.

"Yeah. Got a headache, too."

"Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you around sometime?"

"Yeah."

"Goodbye, rival. Hopefully you are feeling better tomorrow and we can have a real night of drinking indeed!"

And with that, he left to his apartment, leaving the other two behind. She felt her stomach begin to turn uncomfortably, sick from the thought of Kakashi just leaving them like that. He seemed so angry, she couldn't help but think it was all her fault. It wasn't in his nature to act that way.

They had already spent so much time apart already that it was tugging at her heart strings. She felt like they rarely saw each other anymore. For him to be angry at her and leave, that meant they would just see each other even less than before. It seemed like a nightmare come true. She really did miss him, like she had said. She missed the fun they would have together and the conversations they shared. She just missed him and there he went, gone off again without so much as a real goodbye.

The woman clutched at her stomach, feeling the tossing and turning overtake her sense with nausea.

Suddenly, before she could contain herself, tears began dripping down her cheeks, and she sucked in her breath. Hot tears warmed her cheeks, and frantically she wiped them away from her cheeks. Her arms wound around her waist and she hugged herself tightly inward, almost as if she would turn into a ball if she could.

"Y/N, what's wrong?! What happened?"

"It's Kakashi," she whispered, trying to keep herself from crying anymore but it only got worse.

"Kakashi? Because he left? It's okay, we can go drinking another night or-or you and I can just go alone. No problems," he tried to say but it wasn't going to work. She didn't want to go to dinner with Gai and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or whatever the next time they would all be together. She was being stupid and selfish, acting like a spoiled little baby with all this crying. She just couldn't stop herself.

"It's not that. There's something I haven't told anyone. I don't know what to do."

"It's gonna be fine whatever it is. Just calm down."

"No, I can't. It's so bad, Gai. I'm in love with him, it's him, and now he's mad at me and I don't know what I did wrong," she confessed, feeling all the words slipping out so easily. How is it that such strong emotions could just cause her to think so irrationally and just let something like this happen? A bout of confessing every feeling she had to her friend who may or may not go and relay all this information to Kakashi. It was stupid. She was just being stupid and reckless.

He nodded carefully, moving to take ahold of her shoulders to steady her. "It's gonna be okay. He's not mad at you, I promise. I know Kakashi and I'm sure he really was just feeling sick."

"Gai, I just...I don't want him to ever leave me, even over something stupid like this."

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kakashi leaving you. He would never do something like that. You are one of his closest friends. There's almost nothing you could do to make him do that, especially if you always have good intent at heart. Trust me, you really don't ever need to worry," Gai explained trying his best to reason with her. "You two do everything together. He never stops talking about you! He would never let you go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure!"

"I-I need to go find him. I need to make sure he's not upset with me," she said as she pushed herself away from him. He waved to her as she started in the direction of Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodluck on your mission, Y/N, not that you'll need it."

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Kakashi was just about to enter his apartment when she dashed up the stairs and turned the corner, going so fast she nearly slid into the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he froze in his spot, not turning the key to the door just yet. Her face was flush and chest heaved. He could tell she rushed on her way.

"Y/N, did you run all the way here?"

She stood, catching her breath after just having run all the way across town to find him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, and she clutched at the railing of the stairs for support. "I wanted to say sorry for whatever I said to make you angry with me. I didn't know I was being insensitive."

"I told you I was sick," he replied, but she knew better. And he knew she did. He wasn't dumb. They knew each other better than that and there was no pretending.

"I could tell that was a lie. I know you were angry and I felt terrible."

"Were you just crying?"

She exclaimed back, holding a hand over her heart to maybe try and ease the racing heartbeat, "Maybe. What about it?! I was hurt that I'd offended my friend, isn't that tear-worthy?" She took a few more deep breaths through her mouth, letting the air fill her up and calm her down. "Why were you so upset?"

"It's not important."

"No, no. It's important to me!"

The man paused, thinking over his next words carefully. He very well knew the real reason he ran away from their conversation like a coward. He actually thought it was obvious. It wouldn't hurt for her to know. He sighed, "If you really want to know. It's because I was tired of hearing about your love life. It's not exactly an entertaining subject."

She knew it but admittedly she would be lying if she said she didn't feel her heart break a little at those words. He didn't care about her feelings enough to just sit there and listen to her talk for a couple minutes? Was she that annoying? So many thoughts ran through her head, and each one made her sad. "I just didn't want to go a whole night with Gai talking about it," he added. "It's nothing to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," he brushed off her apology. "I'm the one who asked about it in the first place."

"Why- why wouldn't you want to hear me talk about other men? Why would that be a sore subject for you?" She asked, her curiosity spiking up through the roof. It was strange, the whole situation. He had never backed down from a personal chat before, only this time.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights suddenly. How was he supposed to reply to that without blowing his cover. "I just don't like the whole romance thing."

But they both knew that was a lie. He read romance for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But if he wanted to keep his secrets, she would let him. There was no need to pry. She just hoped he would trust her enough in the future to explain what he meant. Secretly, she wished that it was because he was jealous. That he didn't want to hear about another man because he wanted to be that guy, her lover. It was a wild thought, a hopeless theory meant to be thrown out, but she could fantasize.

"Kakashi, we're still good? As friends and all? You'll go out with me and Gai another time then?"

He nodded, his lips quirking up into just a tiny smile. It was characteristic for her mind to go straight to the worst case scenario. He replied, "Of course. Like I said, it's not that bad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'm glad. I really thought I messed up this time."

"I don't think there's anything you could do to make me hate you," he sighed, leaning his shoulder against his door frame. "The day I let you go is the day I die, Y/N."

She smiled, closing her eyes and finally taking a relaxed breath. It was done. He wasn't angry at all. He still cared for her and everything else she could hope for. As long as they could remain friends, it was all gonna be okay. She laughed, "That's what Gai said. Should have listened to him, huh?"

The both nodded and suddenly they were enveloped in a peaceful silence for a while. She stared down at her feet and he watched her quietly, admiring the way she could be so miserably shy yet so adorable at the same time.

"Do you wanna go catch dinner? Or uh, just drinks like we originally planned, if you want," he asked, running his hand through his hair. Her eyes brightened at the question, and he'd be stupid not to notice the new shine in them.

"Do you want to go find Gai first?"

"Actually, how about it just be you and me this time? We'll catch Gai tomorrow morning for breakfast instead."

"Two meals in two days...I'm not made of money."

"It's on me. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, jeez. So nice of you, Kakashi. Thank you! Where are we going?" she asked happily, walking up to him and rolling back in the balls of her feet.

"Wherever you want to go."

"I feel like I'm getting the special treatment. I'm so excited," she cheered, pulling him in the direction of the stairs by the edge of his sleeve.

He just smiled. It was all he could do. He had the most beautiful woman in the entire world in front of him ready to go on a not-exactly date. They were only friends, and she reaffirmed that today when she mentioned she was interested in someone else.

But for now he could pretend they were a thing. That they were dating and that she loved him and he could openly love her back. He would take her out to dinner and kick at her ankles under the table just to annoy her. And he would take a sip of her drink and pretend it was too sweet for him and watch as she struggled to drink a sip of his liquor.

And after he walks her home that night, he would hug her tight to his chest and he would think about kissing her, to pull down his mask for just a split second and press his lips to hers, but he would refrain. It just wasn't the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time either, and that was okay.

As long as they could have nights like these, as long as he would feel her in his arms, he was more than happy. He was in love.

Part Two is up.

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alirhi · 4 years ago

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10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

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krispymilkshakegardener · 3 years ago

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Out of context things that my brother and I have said while Word of Honor.....

- Sir, stop caressing your nuts plz

-Him nuts

-Sir, you are the complications

-As soon as Ah-xu is in the picture, than it’s just horny

-Could it be gayer??? No, but I could think of several ways, but they wouldn’t even air in the U.S

-Nuts go flyn’

-what...?are you Jesus....?

-So...?is that like a second hand kiss?????

-Oh I thought that was a human, oh wait...it might be

-He just hit him with meat

-I don’t think a flute is the only thing he can blow...;)

-My god, he is that gay

-He’s like Wei Ying....but some how worse?

-It’s been like three days and they’re co-parenting

-ew. old people again

-K-mart Lan

-Mm, dismemberment

-How the HELL did THIS of all scenes get past the Chinese censorship?

-And there’s the nuts

-Nuts are nothing, especially in this show

- Remember the second Shrek movie?

-This makes me feel emotions previously unknown

-Oh no....our Ah-xu....he’s broken

-Another one bites the dust

-Sir, plz stop spinning, you look like shag carpet from the 60s

-Yes...he’s lamenting in gay

-And...we’re back to the nuts

-Yeah....that moved like limbs

-’cause he’s doing math

-Did he just THROW a CHILD???????

-From a distance he kinda looks like Michael Jackson

-Oh god.....I hate is when they describe nuts

-Starting them young are we?..... Turning them gay are we?...

-OH! THAT kind of flirty

-A nut can do that?????

-I know, drag him into the mouth size argument

-Oh.....that’s a skull

-The trees have knives......why do the trees have knives?

-What in the Fatal Journey?

-It imploded

-Can we stop with the Squid Game lookin’ mannequins plz?

-Are we water boarding the 14 year old again??????

-Child got yeeted

-If there is anything I have learned from this show is to never trust anyone with a mustache

-ummm sir? That’s not how that works…that’s thought your shoulder

-Could that be concerted a willing kidnapping??????

- What is it with this show and traumatizing 4 years????????

-He’s doing what I do…running away from problems

-Will someone get that man some therapy????…or some good dick

-Sir…..how are your lungs holding up that well??????

-he need to frolic for a bit

-yeah….I would sacrifice my lungs for that field too

-diet Wei Ying

-Do you need a hauls??

-oh so canabalism…..fun times

-oops, he’s talking about a sex therapist

-he looks like handsome Squidward

-This show is all about traumatizing children

-I just want to put him in my pocket

-Oh my god, the power of gay does work....he’s awake

-It’s just going to make his Horner

-I don’t trust Chengling with anything sharper than a pencil let alone cooking

-He got the Word of Honor version of Jin Guangshan as a father

_He’s like Nie Huaisang with more motivation

-Him I trust in the kitchen, him I don’t

-Well...at-lest Chengling hasn’t burned the house down yet

-The chicken scene makes more sense now

-He’s decorative

-Sir, your doors are made out of paper....they can still hear you

-AH...I knew she was a milf

-I swear if he gets nuts

-sToP cArEsSiNg It

-oh no, it’s the nuts again

-No, he’s not Lan Wangji......He doesn’t have a choking kink

- AHHHH, NoT tHe ClOak......

-Speaking of the death cloak

-*dismayed clapping*

-Sometimes teenagers just be hormonal

-It’s a very bittable neck

-But why is it spicy?

-the fact that he said nothing

-No, you do not have meat

-How long has it been since we had a nut episode?

-I’m prepared to eat this blanket

-ahhhhh the nut advertisement, even when they’re on the floor

-Alright……I’m gonna go eat the mailbox now

-”This sounds like an Ohio problem

-Death by noodles it is then

#word of honor #lao wen #ah-xu #wen kexing #zhang chengling #ye baiyi #just gay #zhou zishu #I have no idea at this point #why do i keep doing this #the untamed #four seasons manor #I need to find episode 37 #cao wenining #the untamed fanart #mdzs #cdrama #shen shen

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char-lotteral · 4 years ago

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Sneak Peak for NhSmutWeek

Caught Red Handed

Spy AU. Explicit. Menmahina. Mulitchap (maybe :p)

Sparring with himself had always been therapeutic for Menma. The adrenaline, the freedom, the blood rushing through his veins whenever he throws a punch to he bag or a kick to his inanimate opponent. He doesn't have to worry about permanently injuring his sparring partner nor does he have to worry about any damage of the sort because here in the empty gym, it's just him, the sweet smell of masculinity, and the battered punching bag receiving his hits.

"Mind if I join you?"

Magnificent. She was here.

Why did she have to pop up in places he so clearly didn't want her to be in?

"Yeah, no sorry. I have a strict routine I have to follow through." Menma throws another punch to the bag, mentally counting the number of strikes he's laid out.

Hinata doesn't listen to him though and makes her way in front of his target. "Pfft, what kind of routine? Are you some yoga instructor or something? If you have one spar with me, I promise I'll leave you with all your little play things."

"They're not play things." He replies aggressively. "Look, I'm practically used to sparring by myself, alright? Everyone in the fucking office knows I like to do my shit alone, you're just destroying my momentum."

He was expecting that she'd come up with another dumb retort about his momentum but what he wasn't expecting was her taking off her leather coat and throwing it in a pile on the floor, leaving her in a black tank top and fit leather pants.

Now, stoic as Menma was, he was a still a man.

And any man who wouldn't appreciate those delicious curves this woman had to offer, was either gay or in denial because damn she had them in all the right places.

What he also wasn't expecting was her clinging to the back of his punching bag, pressing her chest flat on its surface just so she could stop and stare at him with those fake puppy eyes.

"Menma, please. You don't have to hold back with me, I promise can take you. We can go as many rounds as you want, I heard your stamina was animalistic. I love that in a partner."

He had to blink twice in order to understand her. "W-What?"

"You know, in a fighting partner? Don't you like that in a fighting partner?"

Oh right. They were talking about fighting. Right.

"Uh y-yeah. Yeah. Fine. Just one spar and you're out of here. But you gotta leave me the fuck alone, at least until our mission, got it?"

She smiles so sweetly it makes him sick to the stomach. He watches as she makes her way towards the end of the mat, taking her stance as she prepares for their spar.

Her body was definitely a distraction but not that it could slow him down, he's fought with far more provocative women before and someone who looked like that wouldn't stop him.

Hinata makes her first move and charges straight towards him, to which he immediately captures her wrist and folds her arm behind her back, spinning her around just so he could tighten the hold until she was struggling flat against his chest.

"You were being too clumsy. You gotta find your center of gravity while you fight, you don't just let down your guard and strike at any opportunity."

She lets out a saccharine laugh and teases. "You're being awfully cocky. No wonder Tsunade assigned me with you. You'd die on the field because of that haughty attitude of yours."

As soon as she said those words, Menma tightens his hold on her wrist and pulls her body even closer to his, eliciting a little gasp from the struggling girl. "My haughty attitude? I'm not the one being locked in a tight position and faking confidence while being bounded to her opponent."

"Tell you what." Hinata manages to breathe out, her arms being folded tighter by the minute. "If I can get myself out of this position in the next second, I'll be the one leading our first mission."

Despite her struggle, he only tightens it even more. "Yeah, no. I don't care if you're from a big corps or whatever, I'm not handing you that position that easily.

He can discreetly feel the plump of her ass pressed softly to his thighs and it does wonders to his body but he gathers enough self-control to not react to the delicious feel of her back against his chest.

"Or maybe you're simply afraid of being beaten by wittle girl? Scared I'll humiliate your big ego, huh Namikaze? You can tell me."

He's not sure if she's doing it on purpose but the more she struggles against the restrain of his hold, the more she rubs herself against him, forward and back, upwards and down, the softness of her ass continues to press lightly on him.

"Stop that." Any more of this and he's sure she might feel something different.

"Stop what?" She asks breathily and continues to rub her ass against his steadily hardening erection.

Though before she could catch on to the subtle reactions of his body, he drops his ego and merely caves. "You know what, fine. Escape me or whatever. But just so you know, I'm not letting you go any time sooner.

His hold on her folded arms is locked and secure, now it seems she's struggling a bit more than earlier, the new tightened arm lock makes her gasp from the newfound pain. His hands are latched onto her like rope on a pole and he's positive she isn't escaping anywhere.

"Really now? Well... just so you know," Her breath fans his cheek in a lightest caress and oddly enough, it spurs him on even more. "I kinda like this foreplay of ours. Every time you make it even tighter me, my pussy gets wetter at the sensation."

Fuck.

Holy fuck.

And in the blink of an eye, the heel of her foot is stomped on his, making him groan out loud from the pain. She takes this moment of vulnerability and uncrosses her arms from the back, swiftly turning around to knee him hard on the stomach. Caught off guard and stuggling from the stinging pang of his foot and stomach, Hinata crouches down to the floor, sliding one leg across his standing ones, causing him to fall backwards from the loss of balance.

Menma falls with a thud, back hitting the floor from the impact. And as if to finish it all off, Hinata climbs on top of him, situating herself just a few inches below his stomach. She then positions her hand towards the column of his neck, mimicking a knife straight to his throat and just that in an entire second, he's harder than he knew he was capable of.

"Hey, I didn't realize you were cuter up close. You kinda look hotter from my angle."

He can't even process her words coherently. All he can see, comprehend and feel is her body resting atop his. Her legs planted beside his waist and the angle granting sinful tease of her chest.

"I win."

She says, almost as if out of breathe and the sound of her husky voice has him cursing internally for being so damn turned on from the arousing view above him.

Good God, this woman was going to be the death of him.

#naruhina #nhsmutweek #naruto #naruhina fic #naruhina smut #menmahina

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years ago

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Let's Call It Funny

Prompt: Hi! If you know about those gen z peter parker posts, could your write something based on that? With Steve Getting It (tm) because fatalistic nihilism in humor tended to show up during the world wars and we’re seeing a reflection of that now? Sorry- I just think it’d make great options for steve and peter bonding, and dad!tony but actual emotions (gasp!) You can totally ignore this if you want!

Don't ever apologize for giving me such a great ask

Read on Ao3 Part 2

Warnings: uhhh gen z humor

Pairings: none! all found family in this bitch

Word Count: 2529

Here’s the thing about humor. It’s not necessarily that one generation is any funnier than another, it’s just that high school kids are perpetually the funniest people alive. Something about being in a pressure cooker of an environment with a bunch of other people whose bodies are changing in new unpredictable ways whilst having very little say in how their lives go creates humor. Gasp of shock, right?

So basically what Peter’s trying to say is that he’s fucking hilarious.

Come on, not only does he have the default high schooler stuff, he’s also gay, which gives him an instant bonus. He’s trans, which opens up a whole new subset of humor for him to explore. He’s neurodivergent as fuck, and we all know that makes people funny as hell. And if that weren’t enough, he’s severely traumatized and he’s Spider-Man.

Peter Parker is funny as hell.

What is truly devastating—and really, it’s their loss—is that so few people seem to appreciate it.

Ned gets it. Ned’s not someone Peter would expect to not get it, just because hey, it’s Ned. They’ve met each other in the hallways and been like ‘hey! You’re still alive! Congrats on having a body!’ Only for the other one to go ‘hey! You’re alive too! I wish I had an intangible form!’

Because bodies are stupid and evolution really fucked us over but at least we’re not horses.

A solid 50% of their interactions are just quoting John Mulaney and Bo Burnham bits back and forth at each other. Peter’s never gonna forget the day they both had detention and had to watch that stupid Cap PSA—it’s propaganda, you Nazi fuckwits—and something reminded them of the ‘horse loose in a hospital’ bit and they just did it. Full out. Stood up and did the actions and everything. The rest of the room was either trying to do it with them—and failing, because they didn’t have nearly enough practice—or looking so confused. The security guard—Paul, he’s great—just looked at them blearily after they finished and went:

“I mean, you kids are right, but you’re not supposed to talk in detention.”

Well, excuse them for trying to make it more entertaining for everyone.

MJ gets it. If Peter’s being honest, he learned most of his humor from her. She is the master and it is an honor to study in her wake. He’s definitely hijacked the asking whether or not anything’s actually meaningful existentialism jokes and they’ve wormed their way into his day-to-day repertoire.

“Why are you late, Mr. Parker?”

“Time is a social construct, Mrs. B, none of us are ever late or early except in the subjective spacetime paths. The limits of our sensory perception make it so we can’t tell if anything is real, let alone whether or not they conform to some arbitrary definition of ‘time.’”

“…just sit down, Peter.”

See? It works.

Aunt May gets…worried.

Sure, they’ve actually talked about when Peter needs help and wants to reach out and when he’s just making jokes off the cuff because hey, humor’s a great coping mechanism or it’s just a joke and not that serious. Peter loves his Aunt May, so so so much, and the last thing he wants to do is really worry her. And she’s gotten pretty good at figuring out when he’s just joking and when he’s spiraling.

Sometimes, though…

“Peter,” Aunt May calls from the kitchen, “did you remember to stop by the store on your way home?”

Peter freezes halfway through the door.

“Peter?”

He swallows. “…no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am too stressed and consumed by the swirling pit of blackness deep in my soul to remember my head is connected to my body, let alone remember to go to the store.”

Silence.

“…Aunt May?”

“Do you want to drop off your stuff and then go to the store?”

“…yeah, please.”

“Love you, Pete.”

“Love you!”

“Try to remember that you’ve got arms so you can pick stuff up.”

“Got it!”

See? It’s fine.

The Avengers don’t get it. Like, at all.

Natasha and Clint like, sorta get it? They make the same jokes all the time when they think Peter can’t hear them, which—come on, you guys are super spies, surely you know people are gonna hear you when they’re gonna hear you. Natasha will make a crack about something, Clint will laugh and shove her shoulder. It’s their dynamic, we get it. But when Peter does it…

“Hey, Baby Spider?”

Peter sticks his head up from the ceiling. “Yeah?”

“Where’re you crawling off to?”

“I’m gonna go hide in the garage.”

Natasha blinks up at him. “Why?”

“Because if I get crushed by the airlock doors then I won’t have to do my paper tomorrow.”

Silence. Natasha’s mask is too good for Peter to actually see what’s going on with her, let alone from this angle, but silence isn’t good.

“Nat—oof!”

Something blurs out of the vent nearby and tackles him down onto the couch.

“Clint!”

“Nope,” Clint mutters, wrapping Peter up in a hug as Natasha comes to join them. “You’re staying with us now, Pete.”

“Guys, I’m fine.”

“Peter,” Natasha says softly, “don’t joke about that, you’ll make us worry.”

“I don’t wanna do that,” Peter mumbles, “but it’s fine.”

“Coping mechanism, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s got too many brain cells to do that,” Clint says, ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Stark has a lot of brain cells, you see what good that does him?”

“Hmm. Guess you’re gonna have to stay awhile, Pete.”

There are worse fates. Definitely.

Thor just kind of gets confused by it. He acts like Peter isn’t going to be absolutely fine because there’s no need to do anything like that. No, Peter, you don’t have to put the bleach in first into your cereal, there’s plenty of milk left over. No, Peter, you don’t have to throw yourself off the roof because your laptop is freezing, Stark has so many just lying around. No, Peter, you don’t have to pack a rucksack and run away to the Alps and live like a recluse, come here and get a hug.

Peter suspects Thor’s playing dumb on purpose. The man is smart as hell, there’s no way all of this is flying over his head. And honestly, it warms his heart a little bit when he sees Thor’s sincere, concerned look when he thinks Peter’s not looking.

Banner and Rhodey just kinda shake their heads and move on. They’re used to it. They live and work with some of the most dramatic fucking people in the goddamn universe, they’re used to a little bit of extra humor. Occasionally one of them will give him a look that says he’s pushing his luck, but that’s not often. Less often now ‘cause he knows what he can get away with. He’s also seen them hiding smiles behind their hands or poorly disguised coughs. They’re not as slick as they think they are.

Tony.

Tony is the fucking worst.

Peter can’t get away with so much as sighing too hard before Iron Dad™ is swooping in all soft words and concerned touches. Jesus. You’d think he’d get it, he uses humor as a coping mechanism too, goddamnit, why is he so worried about Peter?

Okay, fine, he knows why.

MJ’s over at the Tower, having another one of her ‘sketch people in crisis’ appointments with Natasha. Peter is coming off of a 32-hour caffeine rush and is violently wishing for death. Tony is in the kitchen doing…something.

“Hey, do you think bleach would make a good smoothie?”

Tony wheels around to see MJ pulling a glass out of the cupboard.

“Kid—“

“Sounds like a filling breakfast,” Peter groans, “can you make me one too?”

“…I’m legitimately concerned,” comes Tony’s mutter.

MJ ignores him. “Who’s the bitch on your forehead?”

Peter rubs absentmindedly at the massive knot on his head, courtesy of a wall that rudely decided to move at the last second while Peter was attempting to walk through a doorway. “He’s called DJ Braindeath and he’s my only friend in the world.”

“Peter—“

“Oh did you meet him at the furry convention?"

“Technically it’d be a buggie convention.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?”

“The pantry doesn’t have good coffee, I’m going to Starbucks.” MJ grabs her bag. “You want anything?”

“A will to live?”

“Peter, what the fuck—“

“Oof, I’ve only got like…20 bucks.”

Peter lets his head drop back to the counter. “Then just leave me here to die.”

“Can I have champagne at your funeral?”

“I’ll be dead, I won’t fucking care.”

“God, I wish that were me.”

Then MJ’s gone and Peter gets treated to a 20-minute conversation with a very concerned Tony Stark that he doesn’t remember most of because hey caffeine crashes aren’t fun.

He definitely does it on purpose sometimes just to wind Tony up. Like there’s this one incident with an interview he does as Spider-Man and he gets asked what he thinks about Tony Stark’s newest intern, Peter Parker.

“That boy’s an embarrassment, just…complete failure. Can’t speak without stuttering through every other word and self-esteem issues all over the place. Also looks like he got dressed in the dark.”

The reporter had awkwardly moved on to another question. The interview aired later that day while Peter was at the Tower. Tony sat next to him on the couch about halfway through.

“You look good, Pete.”

Peter had mumbled halfheartedly, only to hear the reporter ask the same question.

“See, that’s the problem with having a secret identity, you don’t…” Tony trailed off as he heard the answer.

Peter snorted as Spider-Man finished talking. “Say that to my face, you bitch, get a real job. At least I don’t look like someone vomited silly string all over my spandex.”

“Are you okay?”

See? Fun.

The only one he’s made a conscious effort to not be this funny around is Steve.

Because, okay, here’s the thing. Steve’s disappointed look has no effect on him anymore. He’s immune, motherfuckers, he’s had detention too many times for it to still work. Here’s the other thing: Steve doesn’t actually use that tone of voice that often. It’s this meticulously crafted image he plays up in interviews because it catches all the bad guys so off guard when Captain America is suddenly swearing a blue streak at them and telling them to go fuck themselves in, honestly, quite creative ways. The sincere Steve Rogers disappointment and concern still very much works. Also doesn’t help that Steve does caring so fucking well, like…who gave him the right to say a few things and hold Peter like he’s something precious and do the quick one-two punch of saying a super sincere compliment and following it up with ‘I love you.’ Who did that? It’s rude. Stop it.

And yeah, Steve’s the resident Mom at the Ready. It’s a risk to even sit on your bed looking sad ‘cause here he comes, wearing something snuggly and saying ‘hey’ in that stupid, stupid compassionate voice. So Peter knows he’s just gonna end up crying from too much soft if Steve actually gets concerned. Which won’t be fair because he’s gonna try and explain that he’s fine and it’s just his sense of humor while crying. Yeah, like that’s gonna be believable.

So he’s trying not to but damnit it’s hard.

Then he walks into the kitchen one day to see Steve struggling with the toaster.

It’s one of Tony’s new prototypes—which means that anyone struggling with it is so fair—and from the looks of it, it’s managed to not only burn the bread to a crisp, but also mangle the slices beyond recognizable shape.

Peter’s not paying that much attention. He’s on his phone, heading towards his spot in the corner with the beanbag chairs and definitely doesn’t recognize Steve as he goes.

He only plops down and hears someone declare, in a completely deadpan voice: “There is no point to existing at all.”

“Oh, mood.”

He doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t even know who said that, that’s how hyper-focused he is right now. He hears the others come in and feels Clint plonk down next to him.

“Hey, Pete.”

“Sah, dude.”

“Just vibing. Did I do it right?”

“Yeah, man you’re going great.”

“You teach Thor ‘yeet’ yet?”

“We’re getting there.��

“Steve,” he hears Tony call from the kitchen, “what the fuck did you do?”

“Language.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about language when you’re making toast that looks like a goddamn welder’s table, what is that?”

“Your prototype’s work, I imagine.”

“How did you even—“

Clint chuckles next to him as the two of them start fondly bickering. Peter’s too busy speedrunning the five stages of grief in his head.

Did…did Steve say the thing about there being no point to existence at all?

No…no way.

He must be imagining things.

Then, of course, there’s a chime on his phone.

Ned: Did u do the bio hw?

There was bio homework?

Ned: yeah, due at noon

“I now know why God abandoned this timeline and when will death come to take me?”

The room goes silent.

Shit.

“Peter,” Clint says, “it’s gonna be fine, you can do bio homework in your sleep—“

“Are you okay?” Ah, that’s Thor.

“Kid—“

And Nat, and Tony’s probably rushing over here as he speaks.

Then there’s another voice.

“We can only pray the reaper arrives early for his appointment with us, kid.”

Peter’s head snaps up.

Steve.

Steve fucking Rogers raises a coffee cup at him in salute and takes a sip. He makes a face.

“…that was definitely salt,” he mutters, before shrugging and downing the whole thing.

…what?

Peter’s still staring at him until he catches his gaze and winks.

Oh, fuck yes.

“Steven Grant Rogers,” Tony says, hands on his hips, “explain.”

Steve just gives him a look. “I grew up in the Great Depression, Tony, and I was in the army. You don’t think I have a fatalistic sense of humor?”

“Plus the fact that most of my generation is resorting to types of humor found when death and stress are so ever-present that you have to joke about it says something,” Peter adds, “doesn’t it?”

Steve raises his cup again. “See? He gets it.”

And just like that, the bond between Peter Parker and Steve Rogers was written, formed, and sealed in salt and existentialist depression.

“There’s two of you,” Tony mumbles, “oh my god, there’s two of you.”

“Oh, you just wait ’til Buck and Sam get back.”

Peter can’t fucking wait.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #spider man #peter parker #fic #dragonbabbles

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pocketramblr · 4 years ago

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other main character meta- Ochako, pt 1

“Could you send me there?” you ask, while i blink, confused. “The world where someone else is the main character? not because i have any hypocritical biases against the one i got, just curious how the fandom meta changes.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” I nod, thinking, before tapping my wand against your forehead. “Let’s start with Ochako.”

"I'm going to warn you now- I will have to slightly adjust the plot like I did with Mirio, just to actually let her be the main character."

"Yeah, that checks out." You nod, thinking about certain arcs where the female fighting teams get no coverage while the dudes get four different backstory reveals and full fight focus.

"Very well."

The show begins with a brief narration by the girl of quirks and super hero fights- all flashy. Then it zooms out to show the destruction, and a small construction team moving in as Ochako explains that just as there are new careers in society for heroes, there's also a bigger market for construction companies, one of which her own family runs.

"I've always wanted to help them with it, and my quirk would be useful"- a tiny, adorable Ochako finally appears, making rocks in a park float- "but to get a work license like that is expensive and selective- you've got to make a lot of court appearances and convince them why is a good idea and won't destroy the economy. It's much easier to get a hero license."

Then she explains: "Of course, once you have a hero license, you can make a lot more money than just by helping the company. Especially if... Your family company isn't doing very well." A series of tired but loving parents are shown working all hours to make ends meet.

"I want to help them- my parents. They've done everything for me, and they deserve a break. So that's why I'm going to be a hero- their hero."

The training montage is quick, using her quirk during school in training, after school in secret, around the house. She saves up money too, and studies, aiming for a scholarship.

She applies and tests for many hero schools, and the exams all vary widely.

The first episode ends with her looking up at UA, her final one, the one she really hopes to get into.

"Oh, that's nice." You nod. "And we even get to know her parents' quirks here."

"Yep." I agree. "In general, there's a lot more of a look at the financial side. It's pretty interesting."

"And the fandom?"

"Well, certain people get praised for the bare minimum, but I'll admit having a female lead is super uncommon for shonen jump." It's an improvement, though it's up in the air how much of one it will be. "There's also, because we saw a lot more hero schools, a ton of "students at different school" fics, either because they were expelled or because of the danger UA gets into."

"I do kinda feel like this universe is lucky for that sort of world building." You nod.

"It's very cool to see the takes on the aus. But, I will say there's a cost for this world building- the AfO stuff reeeeally comes out of nowhere and tends to not be popular with fans."

The next episode starts, and Ochako helps a boy from falling. "Love interest alert!" The fans notice quickly when the cute boy blushes and doesn't manage to say much before she walks away.

"They caught on quick." You note.

"And they aren't wrong." Not that it's any real feat to be right.

The exam starts, and Ochako is off in a flash. You see a few glimpses of future classmates- Iida, Aoyama, Kirishima.

She does well, racking up villain points and rescue points, until she's a little too ambitious and falls into the rubble. Her nausea is well established by now, everyone knows she's at her limit.

She can't get up.

The green haired boy comes back and stops the zero pointer.

And breaks every bone in the process.

Ochako saves him in return, lifting up the rubble and stopping his fall.

And then vomits violently afterwards.

"You know, I think quirks suck, actually." The fandom tends to agree on this after that episode/chapter. "But it is interesting that there's such a price for the powers, balances it really well."

"Ha." You shake your head. "They caught onto that, quicker."

"Yep." I can't even say it's more highlighted here, it's the exact same way it was shown in our universe- down to the sparkling rainbow puke.

"Though..." You can't quite imagine that's the only thing the fandom is saying isn't actually that great.

"Ding ding ding." I nod. "Did our own main character get treated just like a damsel in distress? Sure, she saved him back, but that just meant she could have floated away on her own in that time, even if it made her sick. Better that than dead. Is it the sexism?" I shrug. "Most decide to wait and see a bit, and by the time they work together in the first battle exercise figure it's a pretty even split between them saving each other."

"So no sexism?" You get happy at that thought.

I cough. "Ah, no. Both in the show and the fandom. You wouldn't believe how many grown men complain about the lady mc, even as they keep watching."

"And have her body pillow."

"Please don't make me think about that." I cover my eyes, but don't deny that it's true. "Anyway, yeah. Get ready for a lot of people to point out that even though the main character is a girl, every single other girl is flat as cardboard so far and that she only has developed friends that are guys."

"Hey, they aren't flat-"

"In the first season? Yeah they are. Unless you meant, physically, in which case..."

"I didn't." You protest. "But I guess I can see your point, at the start."

"Right. Let's continue on."

Uraraka goes to Present Mic to offer her points. The man pats her on the head, and skyrockets to the position of fandom dad.

"It's all about Dadmic and then Dadzawa here," I explain. "The fans were very disappointed to learn Mic wasn't her homeroom teacher, but yeah... He got a huge head start before Dadzawa fics got going."

"Nice. And it's all fanon?"

"Yeah, it may be a good thing he's not actually in it much, or they might realize how much they just made up on their own."

Then she gets accepted in, on hero and rescue points- she's third place overall, and she gets the scholarship.

On the first day of school, she actually gets to know her love interest's name- Midoriya!

There's also the quirk assessment, which really leads to the "expelled to another school" au and the "fire Aizawa and replace him with better Mic" aus, the first of which lasts much longer in the fandom use, but the second one was just as passionate for a while.

Iida becomes the second friend, and gives her the "Infinity Girl" nickname- which actually is the fandom assumption of what her hero name will be for quite a while, a la 'ground zero'.

Then it's time for All Might's first appearance on screen, to much applause of the students, and the announcement that they get their costumes.

During the first battle exercise, there's a lot more lingering camera work in the changing rooms. Ochako gets to expand a lot more on how she didn't want her costume to be that tight. It's uncomfortable, especially when she thinks about wearing it in front of everyone.

"Oh, I forgot she didn't like it at first... Does she just, get used to it here?" It sounds horrible for the plot to just say 'get used to it' to the main character being sexualized by costume makers outside of her control, especially as a child.

"Not on my watch." I mumble, waving the wand. "Don't worry, she'll actually get more costume changes each time, like some other characters."

"Oh good."

Mineta, regrettably, still exists. You find the fandom manages to be even more violent in his removal.

The battle does even out the opinions on Midoriya, as well as lead to a boost in Iida's with his charming little attempt at thinking villainously.

And cements Bakugo as rather hated. No one has really liked him, when the first thing he did was blow up at Midoriya, then get revealed to have called him a cruel nickname all this time. And then specifically hunt him down because all he cares about it beating him up.

"Yeah he's not gonna get a lot of fans here huh."

"He sure never gets first place in the popularity poll." I agree. "Most consider him the subversion of the rival trope to show is just stupid and violent and in real life, people like that don't go anywhere."

"Most?"

I look away. "How dumb of a discourse do you think you could see today?"

"Oh please, show me." You lean in. "It's nice to not have to deal with it in my universe, so I don't care."

The discourse is such.

Bakugo is gay-coded for Midoriya, the violence is a result of him being shoved off for a girl's love interest when she should be single and independent, and the homophobic creator is vilifying all gay people by saying they are predatory to poor straight boys with refused.

"They............... What."

"If it makes you feel better, that's a very brief minority of the fandom. My favorite response to it was "he's not gay-coded, he's bully coded you sanctimonious sumph of a shmuck.""

"Oh good," you sigh. "I'm glad we don't have to deal with actual queerphobic tropes like that."

I stare at you.

"What?"

I sigh. "Nothing, put a pin in that until I bring up the predatory bi thing with Toga."

Your eyes widen, and you start to have some regrets.

"Anyway, we can talk shipping later. Time for more."

The 'exit sign Iida' gives him a boost in being shipped with Ochako, (as well as Yaoyorozu) and also the general idea that "Ochako has two hands."

That one hand can have a boyfriend with a lot of cash to spare for her and the other is also played with.

"I missed the main trio, like this." You smile as they walk off into the sunset after school.

"Yeah." I agree. "Anyway, time for some near death experiences."

The USJ marks the start of the gradual, gradual growth of Dadzawa fics. It also focuses far more on Ochako, Mina, Sero, and Iida having to think strategically to get around Kurogiri. It's only after Iida escapes that we cut back to a slightly abridged version of how Midoriya was doing, then the other kids, before help arrives.

He does still through his first non bone breaking punch though, which makes the audience happy.

All Might saves the day. Aizawa is battered afterwards. Many fans start out by saying they were disappointed, since this was supposed to be the first big fight, and the kids didn't do much. Many others say in response that's the point- we're looking at first years, they had to think and help each other, but in the end they had to rely on adults.

And then the sports festival is announced. They want to do well, because this is how they get work-week placements, which could become internship offers.

Ochako thinks about Hado Nejire, the only intern of a top ten hero, and senior at UA, along with a few others who are on the up and up. She's determined.

"Really? You're bringing in the big three early?" You ask, glancing at my wand.

It's not sparkling.

I cross my arms with a huff. "Look. Nejire is at this point the only intern in the top ten, she would have been recognizable to the students for that, even if they didn't recognize the big three (which really means that they aren't actually called the Big Three by everyone, or at least not a wide enough group for it to be as big a deal as it's treated. Anyway.) But she wasn't, even if she should have been the most famous of the bunch, considering the coverage the first years got in just their first night. That's because a certain someone doesn't actually think of his female characters much, but he has to in this universe, so."

"Ok, yeah, that's fair. So does that change the sports festival?"

"Not... Much." I admit.

“What?”

“Well, keep in mind in the first universe, our main character didn’t make it past the second round in the one-on-one’s. So she’s not exactly guaranteed a win here either.”

You have to nod, admitting that is true.

“And the conflict isn’t so much about having to live up to any predecessor or breaking down some people’s walls via breaking bones.” I tap my wand against my chin, thinking. “There really is two- one about Midoriya, and one about Ochako’s parents.”

“Oh?”

“One, there’s been the Uraraka’s not happy about how much danger Ochako’s been in. Its been hinted at in the phone calls, but really shows up when we get to see them at home before the SF for the first time since she moved for school. They aren’t sure if she can stay there herself, or if the right thing to do would be to pull her out and maybe try a smaller school.”

“I suppose that's fair, if they haven't been able to actually see her or her progress.”

“Right. The second one is- well. in this, Izuku’s win of the first round, and then breaking out of brainwashing, is more about really piling on how good his mind is- all that brain power. This adds more pressure when we see Ochako being offered a plan from him to beat Bakugo.”

“Oh that does sound neat.”

“Yep- but of course, she still refuses. It’s held up as a worse thing, strategically, initially- but then she comes up with a plan that Midoriya confirms in the stands is better than his, and proves to her parents that she’s smart and skilled enough to handle continuing at the school.”

You smile. “That is a cool arc to do, i guess, if very not traditional. But what about all the character setup and growth with Shinsou and Todoroki?”

“Oh, Shinsou’s largely gets delegated all the way later for the joint training arc, where Ochako’s team is directly against him. Todoroki...” I begin to giggle.

You wait for me to answer, getting more concerned the longer i laugh.

“Pocket?”

“Sorry, sorry, yeah. He actually tells her himself in this canon, a bit after stain. Oh! right, i forgot- the cheerleader incident.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. of course they need this merch opportunity! But yes, it happens. The... shall we say, non-body-pillow portion of the fandom, generally saw it as the end of any goodwill to Kaminari, who had previously been seen as a tertiary possible love interest, since he’d flirted with her on the first day. Flirt, but harmless, and unlikely to be important. Then there was that breach of trust and international embarrassment, and anyway he’s basically the second least likely in 1a to be shipped with her now.”

“Wow. So none of that changed?”

“Well, the setup wasn’t under narration from Todoroki about how his mother was bought for her body and how much that sucked and impacted her and the family while on screen we see multiple girls tricked into barring their bodies and its treated as a laugh instead?”

You stare at me. “I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.”

“Neither am I.”

“So, the Todoroki reveal?”

“Right. So, first you need to know the Stain thing- the claims he has against ‘false’ heroes focusing on money is better spotlighted. After Stain’s arrest, Ochako hears a couple of sidekicks at Gunhead’s agency-”

“Wait!” you interrupt. “She still interned with Gunhead? Then what was the point of showing Nejire and Ryukyuu earlier?”

I try not to massage my forehead. “To build up to it. She only made it to the first of the final round, she couldn’t get an internship with a top tenner yet. She’s also got to learn how to disarm someone who fights with a knife. These things build up over more time, small steps.”

“Ah.” You’re satisfied, and let me continue.

“Right, so, Overhears a couple of them talking about Stain’s philosophy and ends up just feeling really bad about it for a bit, trying to figure out if she’s actually being selfish or a bad hero for, you know, wanting her family to not be crushed due to capitalism.”

“Poor girl.” You shake your head in sympathy, the freeze. “Oh. did not intend that pun.”

“It’s alright, i know what you mean. And yeah, she bottles it up for a bit, until the second day back at school. Then Iida reminds her that him bottling things up last week got several kids in mortal danger, and she begrudgingly admits that he has a point and tells them about what has been bugging her.”

“And they comfort her?”

“Well, Todoroki also offers to tell off Kaminari because at this point his mention of stain upset both her and iida, but yes, A lot of reassurances.”

You squint. “I feel like shippers.”

“You’re learning! Yes, Todoroki is just a bit behind Iida in terms of popularity shipping with her. and she does basically get shipped A Lot with each girl in her class too, like imagine double to triple the amount with each girl now, and for the minor guys- but yeah. There’s a lottttt of ships. This was basically called ‘todoroki’s introduction into ochako’s harem’ in the fandom.”

Shipping. fandom just can’t escape it.

“So, then she learns about Todoroki’s past? oh, and what about Hosu? Does she- and everyone else- actually think Endeavor saved the three??”

I snort. “Oh, no. Todoroki’s flat ‘yeah my father totally helped us, as you read on the official report’ basically tipped the fandom off that something else had. But nothing confirmed either, you know? Filling in the hosu gap is another trope in fics that is pretty common.”

“Neat.”

“Yep. But yeah Todoroki tells her his backstory a bit after his introduction into her ‘harem’ of friends. It’s really played up more to caution Ochako- its alright for her to want to help her family, and to work for money to do that. But Rei accepted the marriage offer for money for her family too, and it ended up breaking her. Ochako has to accept a balance- she can work to help her family, and its good, but there are some things she cannot morally do to help them, and other things that she shouldn’t do because she has to take care of her own health first.”

“Ohhhh.” You hadn’t quite expected that, but you sorta liked it, now that you thought about it.

I smile. “It is pretty neat, yeah.” I glance at my watch. “Look, i hate to cut you off, but this post is gonna end up thrice the length of Mirio’s and i think tumblr might stop me, so we’re gonna have to do a two-parter.”

“That’s fine.” You are gracious for what you’ve gotten so far, and do have questions that you’re excited to see answered for the rest of the series. “It’s been fun.”

“It has been.” I agree. “Lets take a break, but you can ask me any questions too, before I return for part two.”

#other main characters meta series #seriously u may send questions i will try to adress in part two #but yeah wow that got long #see you in part two

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draculcid · 4 years ago

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we’re fucked, it’s fine

it’s already june in nz, so happy pride month, you sexy people! here’s whatever this is. a lot of this is based on personal experience. i got high while writing it at the end. it’s also not proof-read. a chaotic journey, if you ask me.

"Hey, Tommy?" eleven-year old Steve asked. His hands were shaking.

"Mm? Yeah?"

"I think I like boys."

Steve could see Tommy turn to him out of the corner of his eye, but his eyes stayed glued on the TV. Luke Skywalker and Han Solo were going to rescue Princess Leia and he would rather see that than know his friend's reaction to the news. Especially now that Tommy was being so silent, so different from his usual chatty self.

Steve looked down at his hands. "I-I understand if you don't want to be my-my best friend anymore. I know it's kinda, like, weird."

"No-" Tommy was quick to say. "It's not that."

"Yeah?" Steve asked, glancing at his friend.

"Yeah, man. I just got distracted by Luke Skywalker."

Steve laughed softly, then stayed silent. He looked back down at his hands again.

"I don't mind that you're gay," Tommy continued. "That's the word you use, by the way."

"I know." Steve said, rolling his eyes, but he was smiling, which was something. "And I don't think I am. I-I like girls too." He finally looked at his best friend properly, but only to see his reaction.

"Oh! Me too! My mom told me the word for that! It's pansexual, I think... or is it bisexual? Wait, let me call my mom." He reached for the phone, but before he could press any of the buttons, Steve was snatching it away, eyes wide and stunned.

"TOMMY!" he yelled, throwing his hands up. "Don't ask her! It's-I don't want anyone to know yet."

"Not even Carol? Or your parents?"

"Especially not them!" Steve slumped down, suddenly exhausted. He put his hands over his face to hide the fact that he might cry. Tommy’s eyes widened. "Dude..."

"I know, I know. Okay. It's just- I don't know if they'll be cool with it, ya know? They’re not like your mom." Steve took his hand away from his face and turned his head to look at Tommy, his cheek resting on the couch. "They're not- they can kick me out or whatever. I don't want them to-to hate me, and maybe they would leave me at home all alone more often if they knew.”

"They wouldn’t, Stevie."

"You don't know that. They could hate gay people for all I know."

"Yeah...maybe.." Tommy trailed off, scooting closer to Steve until their shoulders were touching. "I get that. My cousin thinks gay people come from hell. He says the devil makes us. But Mami says that's stupid, because God is the only being in the universe with the power to create life."

Steve tensed at that. "Do you think the devil made me?"

"No, dude. My cousin is crazy. He thinks the devil made everything. Even science, because it goes against God, even though science is cool. No cool thing can be made by anyone but God, so.."

That made Steve snort. "I don’t like science, Tommy.” He then leaned his head on his best friend's shoulder, sighing. “So I'm not from hell?"

"Nope. God made you, just like he made everyone else. And he made you super cool!" A laugh escaped Steve’s lips before he could help it. "Thanks, Tom."

Tommy got up and grabbed the remote from where it was discarded. "So? You wanna finish the movie?"

Steve smiled. "Yeah.."

I’m fucked, he thought.

"I don't like sex," thirteen-year old Billy blurted suddenly. His best friend, Luca, looked up from his sandwich. "What?"

"Yeah. Most guys in our grade talk about it and- and how cool and fun it is and I just- everytime a girl touches me- it makes me feel weird-" Billy stopped. He pushed his hair out of his face. "I don't know, man. I just don’t like fuckin’ with them."

"So you're ace?"

"Ace?"

That made Luca smile. "Asexual. That means you don't like to have sex."

"Oh." Ace. Asexual. "Does that mean I can't- what if sex with guys sounds good? Not with girls though? I’d like to have sex with a guy."

Luca rolled his eyes. "Okay. Gay, then."

Im fucked, Billy thought.

"What if I want to like girls?"

“You can’t really choose, dumbass. It just happens. You like some people and you don’t like others.”

Billy sighed and tapped his fingers on the table, “I can pretend though.”

"You can.” Luca furrowed his brows, “but that won’t feel good. You’re gay and that’s fine. It’s not bad.”

Billy tried to hide it but he smiled then, because it fit. Gay. Boys.

Huh. Not bad.

Billy liked the label. He didn’t like to be Billy The Gay Dude though. He was just Billy. He was always and will always be Billy- a normal teenager who liked to go to parties, who was trying to save up for a car, who stayed up past his bed-time to read horror stories. He was Billy. He just happened to like boys.

That’s fine.

It was rare that Mr. Harrington and Mrs. Harrington were anything but calm and collected in front of their son. But when Steve walked into the living room of the house, his mother was pacing furiously, and his father was talking on the the phone, jaw tense and eyes determined.

"Yes, I understand that it's none of my business, but considering the fact that all of the men that work for you are idiots- or homos, I'm making it my business," Mr. Harrington snapped, huffing. Steve pulled his mother to sit next to him on the couch and raised his eyebrow in question.

"Your father’s trying to figure something out," she whispered. "He'll talk to you when he’s done, hopefully." Steve shook his head. "Why is he mad?" he whispered back.

"It's a stupid idea is what it is... Frankly, I don't care if that offends you, Sir. What you're proposing is absurd, no matter what you believe it is. I do not want him to work at a public pool when he’s all of that..."

"They found out that a gay boy works at the community pool," his mother replied, pushing Steve to a side.

"Yeah, well you can shove your faggotry up your ass," Mr. Harrington said, ending the call. He put a shaking hand over his face and took a deep breath. When he took his hand away from his face, it was obvious he was serious about this.

"Needless to say," Mrs. Harrington said, louder now, "we want him fired."

Steve was speechless. "Wait-why?"

"Because they're parasites," his father said before his mother could reply. “They’re a goddamn disease plaguing our community, Steven.”

A tense silence stretched as Steve tried to process the news.

"I have a bisexual friend at school," Steve finally said, his voice soft. I am that bisexual friend. “He- He’s just a normal guy. Like you, Dad. He needs jobs too. You shouldn’t take that away.”

His father scoffed at the fact that Steve was friends with someone like that. His mother smiled sadly. "No, Steven. You’ve just always been so soft."

"Yeah, because maybe he needs that job. Maybe he doesn’t have what we have. Not everyone is lucky."

"It’s not being lucky, it’s being a hard worker.” Mr. Harrington clarified. “And I’m just trying to keep people like him away from my family and friends,” he added. He sighed after a while, “they don’t want to fire him anyway. Chief is against it.”

"It’s better for business if you just leave the kid alone," Steve offered. For business.

"Yeah, I will. I don’t want him to taint my reputation anyway.”

Steve smiled a little, but it was more of a grimace. A hand landed on his shoulder, and when he looked up, his mother was looking at him with dark, reflective eyes. "So thoughtful."

Steve shrugged. "I just look at the bigger picture," he said as an explanation. “It could affect Dad’s entire business if he seemed like he was discriminating against someone.”

Mr. Harrington nodded. "Damn straight, son."

When Billy was dying on the mall floor, there were two things that were on his mind:

1. I should apologize to Max.

2. My mom died too and she never knew I was gay.

Which is kind of stupid. But he couldn't help it.

When he woke up at the hospital, random people and kids kept bringing him flowers, or gave him pity-hugs. And for some reason, he wished he died just so that he could tell her. Mom, I’m gay.

He could feel his heart tug and clench with tremendous guilt because I should have died and she'll never know I'm gay. My mother will never know I'm gay.

"Hargrove?" Steve was sitting next to Billy’s bed. Which felt weird for both of them, obviously. But Steve insisted to visit often, so apparently they were friends now, and Billy didn't have the energy to fight him.

Plus, he kind of was good company.

"Where's your head at, hm?" Steve said when he didn't answer.

He looked up from his hands at Steve, who was smiling soft at him. His eyes were slightly red, and he was paler than usual; something in Billy’s chest tugged at the sight, and he wanted to pull Steve into bed next to him and force him to get some sleep.

I should have died. She’ll never know I'm gay.

"Harrington?" Billy asked, voice breaking. His hand was shaking too much to nudge Steve, so he had to use his voice.

"Billy?" The smile dropped off Steve’s face, and the tug in his chest turned into a burn. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She'll never know. She died never knowing something really important about me.

Tears were rolling freely down Billy’s face now. "Harrington, I-Harrington, I have to tell you something."

"Go on," he said, eyes dripping in concern. He took Billy’s shaking hand in his, and something in Billy broke.

"H-Harrington," he sobbed, clutching his stomach because he suddenly couldn't breathe. "Ste-Steve, oh my god. I fucked-I fucked up-p. So b-bad-bad. Like, real-really ba-bad."

There was a screech, and suddenly Steve was crouching on the floor next to him, his hand cupping Billy’s face. He rubbed his cheek. "Billy, breathe. Shhh. Breathe, Billy."

"Steve." He felt like his lungs were on fire. He felt like he was covered in goo. All over him. Over his legs, arms, chest. Into his mouth, blocking his airway- into his lungs, filling them up like water. He felt like he was a fish, used to breathing in water but dying in air.

He felt crazy.

She's not going to be here for my first date- with a boy. My first kiss- with a boy. My wedding. Kids, maybe. She's never going to come with me to Pride. She's not going to be here for my college graduation. She's never going to see me find love. She's never going to know I'm gay.

Steve nudged something at his lips, and Billy looked down to see his inhaler. In his half-lucid mind, he forgot that he didn't have normal functioning lungs anymore. He parted his lips, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. He took a deep breath, then inhaled the other hit. And another. Once he was breathing normally again, aside from the occasional hiccup, he deflated, suddenly exhausted.

"That’s good," Steve cooed, brushing the hair from his face. "Better?"

All he could do was nod at him, trying not to concentrate on the tears streaking down Steve’s face. "Good. You're fine, okay? You're fine."

Billy grabbed Steve’s hand from his cheek, keeping it there. Trying to still it, even though his own hand was shaking. "Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I-" He closed his eyes and squeezed his hand. "My mom doesn't- I- she’s never gonna know me, Steve. I'm not straight and- and she's dead- and she's never gonna kn-know. Steve, I’m gay. I-I'm not st-straight. I'm no-not- I'm not and she's never--can't."

"God, Billy..."

"Don-don't be mad," he cried, letting go of Steve’s hand and putting it over his eyes.

"Billy, why would I be mad?"

"Don't be mad at me. It’s not-It’s not my- fault. I-I-can't-"

"Billy," Steve said, his voice firm. He took his hand away from his face and kissed it. "Billy. I'm not mad. I would never be mad at you for that. Never."

Billy tugged at Steve’s hand until he stood up and sat on the bed next to him. Tears were still streaming down Billy’s face. "She never got to know me, Steve," he whispered, “She wouldn’t have loved me.”

She's never gonna know I'm not straight.

"Billy..." Steve brought a hand around his waist, pulling him towards him, then buried his nose into Billy’s neck. Billy could feel Steve’s teardrops on his shoulder.

"Steve, she-she died thinking I was-I was so-something else. Someone else."

"It's okay-it's okay."

"No, Steve. I-she died and I-I can't-she's never go-going to know and it-its killing me."

Steve didn't say anything. Just buried himself into Billy’s neck and hugged him tight.

When something can't be fixed, Billy thought, the people you love hold you. And they let you cry.

He's holding me and letting me cry because he can't fix this. This can't be fixed. She'll never know I'm gay.

Billy rested his head on Steve’s and cried into his hair until they both fell asleep.

Steve and Robin became friends very quickly. They always worked well together.

Especially after she admitted that she liked girls. And that she preferred Dustin over him. Because duh. Any friend of Steve’s had to prefer Dustin over him. Dust was so fun- it wouldn't be right otherwise.

She also preferred Joyce, which was also a given. Joyce was just like that. She took people in like they were her own and treated them with nothing but respect and kindness and love, no matter what. Her compassion for others was extraordinary, and her resilience was inspiring. It was hard not to love Joyce more than anybody, really.

"I'm your friend for Mama Joyce perks," Robin said once, while they were having the lunch Joyce sent specifically to Family Video.

"It's fine," he replied, shrugging. "I'd prefer Joyce, too."

Robin always came to his house now after she found out he was always alone. He had a feeling it was also for Joyce perks, but she stayed even if Joyce didn’t visit or send any food. Sometimes, Dustin would come along to use Steve’s Atari, but he had a dentist appointment today and so they were all alone.

Tell her, he thought, not for the first time that day. She doesn't care. Just tell her so it's out of the way.

"Hey Robin?" Steve called. His voice cracked a little.

"What?" She replied, her eyes not leaving the book she was reading. Surprisingly, that made him slightly calmer.

He blurted it before he could help it. "I'm not straight."

"Oh, I know."

"What?"

Robin finally looked up, making eye contact with him. "I'm pretty sure you're bisexual. Pretty sure. But I’m not sure if you’ve got heart eyes for anyone right now. I'm still trying to figure it out."

Steve blanked . "Uh- well, there’s-"

"Nope. Don't tell me. I want to figure it out."

"Oh. Uh, okay." Steve went back to toying with his hoodie-strings, still trying to process what just happened.

"And dingus?" Robin said. "I think it's cool, that you trusted me with that. Thanks."

A smile made its way onto Steve’s face, but he didn't reply.

Later that week, he was rereading the note Billy left (instead of money) in the tip jar for the sixth time when Robin came up to him. Her arms were crossed and she had a determined look in her eye. When she finally reached him, she kept her voice low enough so that only he could hear what she was going to say.

"So. The heart eyes? For Billy?"

He laughed, nodding.

She smirked. "Got ya."

After Billy was discharged from the hospital, Hopper and Joyce kept a close eye on him.

There were 'workout days’ every Friday to make sure Billy only worked out then and didn’t overwork himself. Weekend trips to random places whenever Hopper felt spontaneous or felt like taking him along on one of his PD meeting. Sleepovers with El and Max. Movie nights with Joyce or Jonathan or Steve or all three. Billy’s relationship with them turned into something less formal and more... relaxed. Casual.

Familial, a part of Billy’s brain bugged, but he ignored it.

Hopper also became a lot more affectionate, which was unusual in itself.

Joyce once told him that after Sarah, he could only stand the slightest hug sometimes. And even now, after so long, he could only stand so much physical contact.

But with Billy, it seemed like he didn't even mind. He’d untangle the curls in Billy’s hair, hug him out of nowhere, and he even pulls Billy’s head into his lap randomly. They got close, especially after almost a year of living with each other. A year of Hopper being his dad, Billy’s brain bugged again.

Familial, Billy’s brain teased. Parental.

But no. That wasn't right. Billy hadn't even come out to him or Joyce yet. Which was saying something, because he was out to basically everyone close to him. Will, Jonathan, Robin, Steve, Max, El, even the Wheeler boy knew. And it's not like Billy didn't want to come out to them. He did.

In fact, Joyce was probably one of the only people that didn't assume he was straight all the time. When she teased Billy, it was never, Who is she? Is she cute?

It was always they.

Who are they? Are they cute?

If you don't introduce me to that special person of yours I'm gonna find them for myself.

They've got you wrapped around their finger, huh?

It didn’t matter that it was painfully obvious that Steve was the special person. (Either Hopper and Joyce were really oblivious, or they just wanted Billy to tell them himself).

But Billy actually appreciated it. Especially when Hopper teased him because it always gave him a leeway to come out. Come to think of it, Billy still didn't know why he hadn't come out yet. There were many opportunities.

Maybe it's because they’ve known him for a while now, and he's pushed himself farther into the closet every time he didn't come out and now it feels too late. Which sounded dumb. Billy had a hunch that Joyce and Hop definitely already knew.

"Kid?" Hopper said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You with me?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Right here." Billy tried to smile, but it came out a bit forced.

Hopper turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Anything happen at work?"

Billy shrugged, turning away from his piercing gaze and sitting himself next to Joyce on the table. "Not really. I got a really bad sunburn on my shoulders though."

Just tell them.

"My boss was being a dick, but that's not unusual."

Joyce shook her head at the word choice.

Just tell them. Spill it out.

"Also. I'm gay," he blurted, then covered his mouth with his hand.

Not like that!

"I-I didn't mean that," Billy said through his fingers.

Hopper’s smile turned impossibly soft. Billy only ever saw that smile before when El got all her multiplication tables down.

Joyce dragged her chair closer to Billy, then carefully started peeling Billy’s hand away from his mouth. When she was done, she stayed silent for a moment, contemplating, before she seemed to make a decision to run her hands through Billy’s curls. "You did mean that, honey."

Billy leaned into her touch. "You know?" he asked.

"I know."

"How long?"

"A while. Probably longer than you think." Hopper spoke up as Joyce tugged at a knot until it came undone.

Hopper dragged his chair closer too, putting his hands in Billy’s wet and tangled hair as well. "Do you mind?"

"No," Billy replied.

"Good."

They stayed like that for a while in companionable silence, save the occasional huff every time Hopper undid a particularly hefty curl or scraped his nails on his head.

Familial, Billy thought, not unkindly.

"Uh- Joyce?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." He looked back at Hopper, “You too.”

Hopper rolled his eyes. "You don't have to thank us," he said, "for treating you with some common decency."

"No, I mean- Joyce never assumed I was straight."

Joyce paused. "Yeah. Why would I?"

Billy didn't have an answer to that, because she was right. Why would she assume I was straight?

"Do you wanna finish the paint job for your car today?" Hopper asked, breaking the silence.

"Hell yeah."

Familial.

Steve’s attempt at a proposal was...interesting. To say the least.

"Billy’s here!" Max yelled from across the living room when he entered. Billy gave Max a look. "I know I'm here, Shitbird. You don't have to announce it, you know."

Max rolled her eyes. Hopper huffed from the couch, "No, she wasn't talking to you, you little shit- Steve! Billy’s here!"

"Okay, okay. Jesus! I get it!" Steve’s voice shouted back, startling Billy. He turned to where the voice came from and did a double take when Steve’s face was right up in his space.

“Hi.”

His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, like he’d been running his hands through it all day. His brown eyes were manic with glee. Billy silently judged his boyfriend’s smart shirt and jeans. He would have loudly judged his atrocious tie. But he was really cute. So.

“Steve,” Billy smiled, “Not that I don’t want you to be here, but why are you here?”

“Max, Joyce, and Hopper.” Steve shrugged like that was the most detailed explanation. “Apparently I needed to get their permission to marry you.”

Billy paused at the word marry. He squinted over at Steve, as he searched his face for something, not quite sure what it was that he was actually looking for. “Are you... what?”

“I said it was fine!” Max put her hands up in defense.

“Okay. Whatever,” Steve whispered to her, in an attempt to psych himself up and give Max a cue to stop talking.

"Billy Hargrove," Steve said, all serious and solemn.

Billy’s knees went weak and he wanted to run the fuck away when Steve kneeled in front of him.

His heart thudded.

"Do you watch Scooby Doo?"

Billy spluttered. "Uh- wait what-"

"Kid, you broke him," Hopper groaned at Steve’s attempt at humour.

"Uh, yeah-yeah, I watch it, sometimes," Billy said, recovering.

"That is so gay, baby!" Steve exclaimed suddenly, getting up from the floor and pumping his fist into the air like he just won the lottery.

"Uh-"

"You’re my boy," Steve continued, pulling Billy in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry. I’m so excited. I just love you." He looked at Billy, smiling wildly. "Hi, so. Yes or no?"

"What question am I exactly answering, Stevie?"

“Oh!” Steve said, eyes widening, pointing in between the two of them as if it would elaborate. “Sorry. I just said- I want you to marry me.”

Billy nodded, trying to play things cool. "That sounds like a demand. Not a question."

Max sighed, "Are you being serious right now?"

Billy smiled cheekily and nodded again.

Steve nervously played with his hands. “Billy, it’s a question. Just say yes or no. Well I’d prefer yes because I already bought a ring- but I don’t know what you want so- ”

“What do you think?” Billy sassed, like he was angry, “I love you, asshole.”

“I love your asshole.” Steve spit back in the same tone.

“Oh god, sorry,” he apologized, looking back at Hopper and Joyce, like please don’t let this change your mind. “I just- uh. I say weird things when I’m nervous or excited.”

Hopper looked between the two boys and sighed, “you guys are really made for each other.”

"They are,” Max whispered to him, “It’s so clear. Steve can’t sit properly in a chair. And Billy’s a chaotic gay- he can’t drive proper.”

"Oh my god. You really cant," Steve said, laughing. Billy smiled back, all teeth and manic glee.

"Oh, okay then. I see how it is. I’ll just have you know, Harrington, that I don't marry boys who can’t sit properly in chairs," Billy shrugged. "Sorry."

"No problem, bro. I don't marry guys who can't drive because I can't either."

Billy didn’t wait any longer before he pulled Steve in for a kiss. His hands, gently in Steve’s hair, and Steve’s upon his chest. Max grimaced at the sight of them kissing. Hopper looked like he was about to die.

“Wait- so, Billy. Honey, is that a yes or no?” Joyce asked, confused.

Yeah. They kissed all the way back to Billy’s car in the driveway. Yeah. They made out in the backseat for a while before forcibly separating themselves so Steve can speak up.

He knows they can’t legally get married- at least not yet. But the idea of spending his life with Billy makes his heart flip. The idea that he can call Billy his husband.

Billy felt Steve smile against his skin. “You know? I always..um. Dreamt of falling in love, and, like, getting married, believe it or not.”

He heard Billy snort but continued, “A suburban life, if you will.”

“Three bedroom house, maybe. Big yard for barbecues in the summer. Oh, we gotta have a hammock in our yard.” Steve listed. “You.”

Billy started laughing, “Buy me a house with a big yard then I’ll consider building ya a hammock. It’s only fair.”

Steve lightly punched his arm, laughing as well. Billy punched Steve’s arm back.

“Oh, Stevie,” Billy dramatically squeaked, putting a hand over his heart, “We get to be together forever!” He threw his hands in a wide circle to illustrate his version of forever.

He mocked it, but it was a thrilling thought. Being together forever.

Steve pouted. “Fuck you. I’m telling you my suburban dream and you’re mocking me.”

“What? You jerk!” Billy suddenly jumped up, giggling like a 7-year-old. “So your suburban dream is that you want me to be your kept househusband, taking care of the kids, and cooking dinner for my man when he comes home from work? And barbecue parties in the summer? Grocery shopping on the weekends as well?” Billy teased.

“Oh, wow,” Steve wiggled his brows, “kids too, Billy? Sounds like you’ve already got a plan.”

Fuck.

Billy lowered his forehead to Steve’s shoulder, hiding his burning face, “I was just saying. But only if you want.”

“I want it all, weirdo.” Steve smiled so wide his skin crinkled near his eyes, and Billy fell in love all over again.

Sometimes, when he was lying awake in bed, Billy’s head on his chest, Steve rolled the word around his tongue. Bisexual.

Huh.

It really did fit.

And Billy would look at Steve, hair all disheveled from sleep, and face still indented from the pillow and think.

I don’t have to pretend. I’m gay - and that’s just fine. It’s not bad.

#this is my first pride month so !!!!!#also! you don’t have to label urself!!!! if that’s what makes u comfortable #harringrove #me posting #fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #tw f slur #tw death #let’s hope i don’t delete this bc it’s . personal #i’m gay and it’s not bad even tho i sometimes feel like it is

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thebigqueer · 4 years ago

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"Fellas, Is It Gay to Perform Necromancy on Your Ex-Crush?" - Valgrace (1/2)

Summary: Nico decides to help Leo reach out to Jason.

Notes: This is a 2-part story because I made it too long lol. Also it's technically valgrace but it features nico & leo more (for this first chapter).

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The firelight flickers over Leo’s features as he sticks his marshmallow stick into it. Despite the warm company of flames, goosebumps still rise against his bare arms as a gust of wind pushes through the evening air.

He sighs. Piper’s been gone for too long, and he’s getting lonely on his own. He could easily move across to the other side of the amphitheater and sit with his siblings, but right now, Leo really just wants to be with his best friend. He hasn’t seen her in a long while and it’s been nice catching up with her.

The marshmallow’s lightness gives way to darkness as it chars in the fire. Leo considers bringing it closer again, but he figures it might be better to let it continue roasting. He likes the taste of burnt marshmallows.

So did Jason, Leo thinks wistfully. Then he scolds himself for even thinking about the late demigod.

It’s been months since he’s has died. Leo should be over it by now; he should have moved past it. But he hasn’t.

It’s hard to forget when every time he thinks about Jason, he can only remember the secrets he kept from him.

Leo scrubs a tired hand across his face. He needs to stop thinking about him. Jason’s in the past, and in front of Leo is only the future. He can’t keep himself tied to what could have been, but instead focus his attention on what can be.

Besides, Nico’s already sent in those holograms that Leo made Jason while he was trying to find his way back to the real world. That alone has released the demigod of some of his guilt; at least Jason’s going to finally know how he feels.

But it’s not enough. Leo needs to talk to Jason. He needs to let go of him for once and for all.

The marshmallow in the fire blazes. Its whiteness bubbles and boils in the flames, then hardens into black crust. Leo almost laughs. How metaphorical.

The crunch of footsteps snaps the demigod’s attention, and he turns to the sound of it. Expecting it to be Piper, Leo offers a false grin to the approacher and gears up a joke to exclaim. Upon closer inspection, however, his eyebrows jump in surprise and anxiety - as well as a little bewilderment - hum in his blood.

A teenage demigod stalks towards him, his dark, feathery hair fluttering in the cool air. Silver tips gleam in the firelight at the ends of it. Abysmal obsidian eyes bear into Leo’s own, and a knowing, embarrassed smile cracks against the hero’s face.

“Nico,” Leo murmurs into the quiet. “Hi.”

“Hey,” he responds. His deep, glass-like voice resonates in the air and pierces into Leo’s ears. “Mind if I sit?”

Leo scoots over to make room for him, offering a confused but nonetheless welcoming look. “Sure. Cool hair, by the way.”

Nico smiles. “Thanks. I did it after a mental breakdown.”

“Sounds ideal.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Oh.”

After an uncomfortable pause, in which Leo turns back to his marshmallow in embarrassment and Nico picks on his jeans, the son of Hephaestus asks, “What brings you here?”

“I live at camp,” the demigod says blandly.

Leo rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant.”

Nico’s dark eyes glimmer with amusement. Despite Leo’s melancholic state just seconds before, a flutter of relief overcomes his heart. He and Nico haven’t talked much since he’s gotten back, but he’s glad to see that the demigod looks a lot more… comfortable here, for lack of a better word. He looks like he’s found his place.

“I know,” Nico says. “I’m actually here to talk to you.”

Leo nods. He’s been expecting this. “About the holograms I asked you to send Jason?”

The other demigod shrugs. “I’m a curious person. I’m just wondering what’s up with that. Totally fine if you don’t want to talk about it, though. But, you know, seeing how you asked me to travel to the Underworld specifically just to do that… Can’t help but be a little anxious about whatever it is that I gave him.”

Leo nods again, but this time a trickle of anxiety runs down his back. His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

“I don’t mind talking about it,” he says. Leo turns his gaze to Nico and offers him a pointed stare. “Besides, I think more than anyone, you might know what I’m talking about.”

If Nico understands what he means, he doesn’t show it. He remains still and patient, unsurprised, as if he’s expecting whatever Leo’s about to say before he even says it.

The son of Hephaestus sighs. He pulls his marshmallow stick back from the fire, but he doesn’t make a move to take the sweet substance off. His mind wanders back to so many nights ago, when he, Jason, and Piper had been sitting in this exact place, telling each other scary campfire stories and laughing when any of them cracked a joke.

It’s amazing how much has changed within a year.

“Listen, Nico,” Leo begins, his voice strangling itself, “I just want to start by saying that… I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you on the ship. I wish I could have been a better person to you then. But I guess I was dealing with my own stuff, and I was kinda blinded by my own issues to see that others around me were having troubles too. So I’m sorry about being inconsiderate to you.”

Nico waves his hand by way of dismissing the apology. “It’s fine. I understand that. My problems didn’t need to be of your concern, and I’m sure there were things that I could have helped you with that I hadn’t. Don’t feel sorry, Leo. You were dealing with your own issues.”

Leo shakes his head. “But it’s… I…” He groans and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s more than just me being sorry. I just wish I’d let you know you weren’t entirely alone. In terms of being, like, confused about your… identity, I mean.” His heart flutters in his chest as he turns again to Nico, anticipating the demigod’s reaction to his admittance. He’s not sure if he’s come off as direct as he needs to be.

Nico frowns. “You mean, like, me being gay? What does that have to do with this?” he asks defensively.

Leo notes the way his voice hitches at the word “gay,” like he’s still trying to taste the way it feels around his mouth. Nico shifts the tiniest bit away from him, as if he’s fleeing from judgment. The sight of it creates a crack against Leo’s heart; he doesn’t want Nico to feel like he’s being criticized.

“What I’m trying to say,” Leo says in what he hopes is a calming voice, “is that… I know what it was like. I mean, I don’t know what it was like to be you specifically, but I get that anxiety over your sexuality. I… I went through something similar.”

For a moment, it seems as though Nico doesn’t fully understand. His eyebrows curve into the center as he absorbs Leo’s words. Confusion sparks against his eyes. But after a moment - a moment in which Leo’s eyes bear deeper into Nico’s, begging him to comprehend - understanding flashes against the son of Hades’ features. “Oh,” he murmurs. “So… Are you saying…”

Leo nods. “I’m… queer. I know you and I haven’t had the same experiences with our sexualities, or even in general, but just know that… I wish I could have done more to reach out to you.” He shrugs. “Maybe we could have helped each other out.”

Nico offers a hesitant smile. “Yeah. I guess so. Wish I’d known, too. But… I’m honored you told me. Admitting this kind of stuff can take a lot of courage, as I’m sure you know. I’m glad you’ve come to some kind of conclusion about yourself.”

“You too, man,” Leo says. “I’m glad that you’ve found a way to move on from your fears of yourself. I’m not sure where you stand in terms of your confidence, but just know that we’re all proud of you. We all support you.”

Nico’s smile widens, just a bit, and that’s enough to make Leo’s heart skip a beat. He’s never seen Nico look so sure of himself, but the sight of it makes Leo excited, too. It gives him hope that maybe someday, he’ll be able to reach that level of assurance.

Not today. But someday.

Nico rolls his eyes. “Enough of this cheesy stuff. What does this have to do with those holograms?”

Leo shifts in his seat, contemplating what to say and how to say it. His chest thrums with a sudden burst of anxiety at the very prospect of admitting to Nico something that took him so long to do to himself. How will Nico even take the news? Would he make fun of Leo? Would he tell him Leo’s feelings are a mere joke?

Will he understand?

Leo’s chest expands as he takes a deep breath. He knows he’ll feel better when he tells someone about why he’s done what he’s done. He’s kept this in for too long.

The son of Hephaestus plays with his fingers in his lap, if only to get a distraction from the world around him. “I… I really… I liked Jason,” he murmurs. “I spent a lot of time pining for him. But I also spent a lot of time hating myself for liking him.”

Nico’s eyebrows lower and he offers a considerate, empathetic nod. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Leo turns his gaze to the son of Hades. Sincerity sparkles in Nico’s eyes, and an urging look covers his features. Leo’s anxiety lulls itself as he sees the understanding; at least the son of Hades isn’t judging him.

“Yeah,” Leo murmurs, “so that happened. It’s kind of why I decided to date Calypso. I just wanted to… forget about my feelings for him, you know? But that wasn’t fair to her or me, because in a way I kind of used her. We’re broken up now, though, which I think is better for both of us. Still good friends.”

Nico offers a polite nod.

“Anyway,” continues Leo, “I was getting tired of keeping that secret in. So you know how I sent that hologram to you?” When Nico nods again, Leo takes that as a sign to go on. “Yeah, so I tried doing something similar to Jason. Except for him, I kind of just kept all those holograms for myself. They were mostly used for therapeutic purposes, just so I could get a better understanding of myself.” Leo sighs and runs a shaky hand through his hair. His hollow chest thrums with guilt at the thought of the holograms; they contained so many secrets that he couldn’t give up, not even to the person they were intended to be given to. “I meant to give it to Jason,” he promises, “but he…”

In a quick second, memories of Jason sear Leo’s mind. His gleaming hair, his awkward smile. The way his laugh would echo around Leo and envelop him in happiness.

He was perfect. He was everything Leo wished he could be.

He was everything Leo wished he could have.

Leo bites his bottom lip. A surge of hot tears crash against his eyes, and it takes all his strength to prevent them from pouring out.

Nico shifts his body so that he’s closer to Leo. Not close enough to make either of them uncomfortable, but enough so that Leo knows he’s not alone. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I get it now.”

Leo nods. Despite his efforts to keep his emotions in check, a tear still manages to slip out. It flashes in the orange firelight and drips from his face, bursting onto the green grass below.

Through a choked voice, he whispers, “I just… needed him to have those holograms. I needed him to know the truth. I didn’t want him to leave this world without… without knowing that there was someone who loved him in that way.”

“You needed to let go of your ghost,” Nico murmurs in understanding. “You needed to move on.”

Leo nods.

“Did it work, at least?” asks Nico. “Do you feel better now that you’ve given it to him?”

The son of Hephaestus opens his mouth to speak, but silence strangles his voice. Taking a deep breath, he whispers, “It’s not enough. I need… I need more. I need to actually confront him.”

Leo turns his head to Nico, a pleading look in his eyes. He hopes Nico understands what he’s asking.

The child of Hades’ eyes widen in surprise. “Are you asking me to take you to the Underworld?” he asks. “Look, Leo, I’m not sure-”

Leo shakes his head and waves his hands dismissively. “No, no, I’m too exhausted for adventures. I just want some time without all that excitement. But I just… I’m wondering if maybe there’s a way that I can contact him. And knowing that you’re a ghost whisperer…”

Nico’s eyes darken in the firelight. A cold, icy film covers them, and he fixes Leo with a stern look. “I can’t bring him back, Leo,” he says. “That’s not fair.”

Leo raises his palms defensively. “Hey, no, that’s not-”

“I’m not finished, though,” says Nico. An air of hesitance lingers in his words, and when he turns his dark eyes away from Leo, the latter’s heart skips a beat in anticipation. Excitement and anxiety roar in Leo’s ears. Will he agree to help?

Nico turns his face into the firelight, but he looks right through it. His mind wanders to some other place, some other world where Leo can’t reach him. The son of Hades’ olive fingers twitch in the glow of the flames.

Nico looks around, and as he does so, the silver tips of his hair flash in the firelight. A stern, anxious look pulls on his features.

“What is it?” Leo asks. “What were you going to say?”

Nico turns back to him. His dark eyes burn brightly in the firelight, flaming with excitement. In a hushed, hurried voice, he whispers, “Meet me in the woods tonight, right after the sing-along. Don’t worry about curfew, because I can shadow travel the two of us out. Don’t tell anyone you’re going there. I have a plan to help you.”

At Nico’s words, a gust of wind brushes between the two and chills Leo down to his core. His skin prickles with goosebumps once more, but he’s not sure if that’s because of the chilly air or because of Nico.

With one final skeptical look, the son of Hades stands to leave. But before he can, Leo asks, “Wait, what are you doing? What am I going to walk into?”

Nico pauses in his steps. His body freezes and he goes rigid, almost as if Leo’s question has shocked him.

Then he turns and, in the flicker of the firelight, a ghost of a smile haunts his lips. “You deserve to see him one last time, Leo. And you need to learn to let him go, because the more you keep holding onto his memory… the more you become a ghost of yourself. I can’t bear to see another friend go. Consider this a gift from me to you.” His hand lingers at his side, almost as if reaching for a sword that isn’t there. “Consider this a gift from one friend to another. That is, if you consider us friends.”

A ripple of surprise thrums in Leo’s blood. If there’s anything he didn’t expect tonight, it was to hear that Nico di Angelo considered him a friend.

But nonetheless, a relieved, grateful smile gleams against Leo’s mouth.

“Friends,” he promises. “I owe you one.”

Nico laughs. “Yeah, you do. I’ll see you in a bit.”

And with that, the demigod rushes off into the darkness, leaving Leo alone with only the flames for company.

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bourbonbees · 3 years ago

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Suptober Day 6- Cemetery Boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34336042

Rating- G Jack POV

Jack has discovered there are a great deal of things that he loves about being human, he loves eating cake, taking his dog for walks, and swimming, but there’s nothing he loves more than his family. His family is not conventional, he’s got three dads, one of which is an angel, but all of them love him unconditionally. It’s rocky at first with Dean but after some quality time spent listening to Zep and going fishing together, the grumpy hunter warms up to him. It also doesn’t hurt that Jack’s first dad, Castiel, is also Dean’s partner and therefore holds a lot of sway over him, whether he likes it or not. Sam, his third dad was the best! He’s the one that establishes family movie night, Jack’s favorite night of the week!

Sam lets Jack pick the movies pretty much every week, much to Dean’s dismay. This week Jack chooses Ghostbusters as his pick. It’s great, he especially loves the jokes and the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man. He isn’t sure where the writers did their research for the movie though, his experiences with ghosts contain a lot less whimsy and a lot more salting and burning. The movie is just wrapping up when it hits him, they don’t have a name, every great team of heroes has a name.

“Hey, why don’t we have a name?” Jack poses the question, looking to Dean for a response.

“Kid, how much candy have you had? Are you sugar crashing? Remember, me Dean, you Jack, that annoying guy over there, Sam, this adorable ray of sunshine, Castiel.” Dean is concerned, he feels Jack’s forehead and looks him over, his parental instincts kicking in.

“No like a team name! Like there’s The Avengers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, uh The Fellowship of the Ring.” Jack lists off, Sam sending him a proud smile at the last one.

“Jack, hunters don’t really do teams. We’re kinda solitary, it’s our nature.” Sam explains, causing Jack even further confusion as he looks around at his family. They do everything together, live together, celebrate wins together, spend holidays together, work together, is that not a team?

“We’re not a team? Isn’t a family a team?” Jack frowns, worrying that he’s misread a long series of social cues. He is prone to that sometimes, his brain working a bit differently from his dads, neurodivergent, that’s what Sam had called it.

“Jack, oh, of course we’re a team. But more than that, we’re family.” Cas swoops in, reaching over and patting Jack on the shoulder. Cas is always the gentlest of his dads, he gives really good hugs, and is the one Jack goes to on the days where being a human is too much to deal with.

“Would it make you feel better if we had a team name?” Dean offers, following Cas’ lead. Jack doesn’t miss when Cas sends Dean a small nod of approval. Dean has a different parenting approach, sometimes he’s a bit harder on Jack. Jack doesn’t like that but he understands that Dean is trying.

“Yeah, I was thinking Cemetery Boys!” Jack says right away, looking around the room expectantly. Sam chokes slightly on his beer while Cas smiles approvingly, Dean laughs softly, shaking his head at Jack.

“Well we do spend a disproportionate amount of time in cemeteries, so it makes sense to me.” Jack defends, his cheeks feeling hot, blushing, that’s what Sam had told him it was. Sometimes Jack hates being human, blushing is embarrassing and makes him feel a bit like a baby.

“Shouldn’t we be cemetery men?” Dean questions, raising a quizzical brow at Jack.

“Technically speaking, Jack and myself are neither male nor female. So, no.” Cas supplies, shrugging his shoulders at Dean and earning an eye roll. Jack doesn’t understand why his dads enjoy teasing each other so much, maybe annoying someone was another human way to express love?

“So, you’re telling me, I came out as bisexual for nothing because, I’m not really dating a man?” Dean blanches, gently smacking Cas on the shoulder. Hitting people is another love language Jack has learned, but not too hard, he learned that after accidently punching Sam a little too enthusiastically on the shoulder. Play fighting is good, actual violence is bad, he had explained that to him.

“We’re non-binary! Claire taught me that.” Jack is happy to interrupt, always happy to share the latest things he’d learned. He loves Claire for that reason, she’s always full of new things to learn, she is an excellent big sister. “Claire, Me, Cas, and Dean, we’re all LGBLT? Or is it LGBTQ? Either way, Claire is a lesbian, she also taught me that. And Dean, you’re a bisexual! Cas, you’re gay, I think? So, you didn’t come out for nothing, you came out for your non-binary partner.” Ha! Jack is very proud, this is one area he feels confident he knows more about than Sam, Dean, or even Cas.

“You’re surprisingly well informed for a toddler.” Sam compliments, tipping his beer bottle at him.

“The toddler age range ends at 3, I assure you, Jack is 4. He is no longer a toddler. I read all the development books.” Cas corrects, earning a laugh from Dean and a groan from Sam.

“He did, trust me Sammy, made me read some of them as well. Babies are weird man. Glad you came out fully formed kid, it was a relief.” Dean chuckles. Jack is relieved he came out fully formed too, it’s a lot more fun hanging out with his family when he can talk to them like this.

“I’m a celestial being, age doesn’t exist for me. I am as old or as young as I want to be at any given minute. Isn’t that neat?” Jack prides himself on choosing this form, a teenage body, he likes it because he can help his family. He likes going hunting, driving cars, and helping Dean cook dinner, a baby couldn’t do any of that!

“He really is your son-uh I mean they really are your child?” Dean self corrects, Jack notices he does that a lot more lately, again he really is trying to be better. Jack admires that about Dean, it’s something he tries to emulate as best as he can, always working to be a better person and make his mistakes right.

“Oh, I’m comfortable with he/they, just like my dad! I do feel like a boy most of the time.” Jack looks to Cas who nods along with him. They’d talked about it once, Cas explained that Jack could change a number of things about himself if he wished, if it would better match his soul. But Jack is really and truly happy with who he is. So is Cas.

“Yeah that’s my son.” Cas says fondly, pulling Jack into a hug. This is a good hug, the kind that makes Jack feel safe and cared for. Cas always makes him feel like he belongs, that no matter what he has a place in his arms.

That night, Jack sets a plan into motion. He waits until everyone is asleep and gets to work on creating gifts for his family. He uses his powers to manifest a set of matching black crew neck sweatshirts with the words ‘Cemetery Boys’ embroidered on the front in white thread. He then designs a magnet, putting a little ghost and tombstone on it. Once he’s satisfied he goes through the recycling and finds a box to put the sweatshirts in.

The next part is the most dangerous. Jack, creeps down the hall to the door that leads into the garage attached to the bunker. His eyes glimmer when he finds his target, the black 67 Impala, sitting dead center in the garage. Dean had just waxed her the day before so she was extra shiny. Jack likes when Baby is shiny, it makes the sun reflect on his face, nice and warm. He takes the magnet and carefully places it on the bumper, making sure not to scuff or scratch the shiny metal. Then in a flash, he is back in his room, laying in his bed as if nothing has happened.

Dean doesn’t notice the magnet until they are packing for a hunt the next day, a simple salt and burn case in Wisconsin. The whole family is going! Dean has even promised Jack that he will take him to Wisconsin Dells if it goes well and they will go to a place called Deer Park where he could pet and feed a bunch of deer. Jack likes animals, sometimes more than people, they’re much less complicated.

“Oh my god! My Baby is a whore! You gave her a tramp stamp?” Dean gasps, pointing to the offending ‘Cemetery Boys’ magnet on the bumper.

“You like it? I made it myself!” Jack beams with pride, hoping Dean was speechless because he was blown away by his ability to create magnets.

“Also, the term you’re looking for is sex worker. You need to be more sex positive Dean, especially for someone, who from the sound I hear coming from your room at night, seems to enjoy sex a great deal.” Jack blurts out nervously when Dean doesn’t respond. Jack tends to do that, he wishes he could stop, another part of what makes him different from most people.

“Oh, for the love of Christ. Please Jack, no.” Sam is doing something Claire told Jack is a facepalm, meaning he was either embarrassed or frustrated, perhaps both?

“Do not be ashamed of our healthy sex life, Dean. But do but ashamed of your gendered slurs and generally overdramatic demeanor. The car is unharmed, it’s a magnet.” Cas steps in, doing the teasing thing again. Jack really doesn’t understand his dads, but he’s glad they seem happy together.

“I swear one day Baby and I will drive away and leave you all behind. Traitors.” Dean threatens, this is a joke, Jack measures. Dean does that a lot, uses sarcasm and empty threats, at first they used to confuse and frighten Jack but now he just accepts it’s part of his nature. Dean is grumpy. Loveable but grumpy.

“See your theatrics are quite comical. You couldn’t leave us if you tried. Who would open the pickle jars for you, darling?” Cas smirks, Jack remembers witnessing this scene, Dean saying all the “no words” at a jar of gherkins as he struggled for a good 5 minutes, until his dad took the jar and opened it within two seconds.

“It was one time! And I swear I loosened it!” Dean glowers, clearly ashamed by the great pickle debacle of last week.

“Dads, stop. I will remove the magnet.” Jack decides it’s his job to play peacemaker, he steps up and gently takes the magnet off baby’s bumper, Dean visibly sighs in relief. Jack tries to hide his disappointment, he’d meant the sticker as a gift.

Cas notices his mood shift and is by his side, pulling Jack into a side hug. “Hey, you can put it on my truck.” He offers, rubbing Jack’s back and making him instantly feel better, must be magic dad powers Jack figures.

“Thanks dad, this is why you’re my favorite.” He says without thinking, Sam and Dean giving him matching offended expressions.

“Uh-what about me, I’m the one that sneaks you candy when Cas isn’t looking.” Sam makes a good point, he is exceptionally good at sneaking. He and Jack have so much fun together, that’s how they ended up with Miracle the dog. Sam had helped Jack smuggle him into the bunker and once both Jack and Cas had bonded with the dog, Dean couldn’t kick him out. Though Jack knows that Dean loves the dog just as much, he’s caught him slipping Miracle some of the good bacon when he thinks no one is looking.

“No Dean is the one that gives me candy. You help me pull pranks!” Jack laughs as Dean, flinches, quickly busing himself with packing all their bags in the trunk along with the weapons they’d need.

“Dean!” Cas says in his low, ‘oh no you’re in trouble,’ voice. “We’ve dicussed this, Jack’s intake of high fructose corn syrup is frighteningly high. He needs to eat real food.” He adds. Nougat is a food, Jack thinks privately, nougat might be his favorite food in fact.

“He’s a kid, he’ll be fine. Dean and I lived on that shi-stuff as kids and we turned out alright.” Sam, usually the vegetable police, surprisingly comes to Jack and Dean’s rescue, earning a matching raised brow from them both.

“Did you though?” Cas challenges, hand on his hip, sometimes dad gets sassy. Jack likes when dad gets sassy because it’s funny, makes him laugh.

“Well damn, don’t sugar coat it or anything babe.” Dean says in disbelief, opening the passenger door for Cas, Sam climbing into Baby’s backseat before Dean motions for Jack to come sit behind him. “Do I even want to know?” He sighs as he spots the box Jack is carrying.

“Well you’ve all been distracting me, I almost forgot.” Jack pauses as he opens the box and holds up the Sam sized sweatshirt. “I made us all shirts! Team shirts, we’re the Cemetery Boys!” He says proudly, shoving the shirt at Sam, then two at Cas, one for him and one for Dean. Jack pulls on his own shirt right away, stretching his arms and modeling it for them all.

“Can you all wear them for me?” Jack pulls out his trump card for this one, using the ‘look’ that Sam had taught him. He made his eyes big and kept them open just long enough so they were watering slightly, then bit his lip.

“I really screwed myself when I taught you my secrets. Really, using my own puppy eyes on me. Really short sighted of me to teach you that.” Sam sighs as he pulls on the sweatshirt, Cas doing the same.

“Nope, still not doing it. I don’t do matching shirts.” Dean holds firm, shaking his head at Cas when he holds out the sweatshirt to him as they pull out of the garage.

“Dean, the couch in the library is awfully uncomfortable. It’d be a shame if you had to sleep there.” Cas is firmly on team Cemetery Boys, pulling out the big threats to get Jack his way.

“Ugh fine, but no one can ever find out about this!” Dean groans, waiting until he’s at a stop sign at the end of the road to pull it on. Jack lights up, his team is complete, all three dads are wearing his shirt!

“It’s funny how easily emasculated you are Dean. Life is a lot more fun when you stop caring about gender expectations.” Cas smirks, Dean rolling his eyes at Cas and mimicking his know it all expression.

“Dean is sensitive, dad, and he’s really good at making pies! I think he cares less than you think he does.” Jack pauses, pleased when Dean makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror and smiles. “Besides, I saw the pink underwear he hides when I helped with that laundry that one time.” He adds, Dean’s smile quickly disappearing, his eyes wide as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ, kid, stop selling out all my secrets.” Dean grits between his teeth, now he is blushing. Jack knows Dean hates blushing just as much as he does.

“Oh that’s good! Can’t wait to tell Claire that one!” Sam barks out a laugh, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“You wouldn’t!” Dean hangs his head in shame when they stop for a train.

“Already did!” Sam sing songs, holding up his phone. Jack is sometimes thankful that Claire doesn’t live with them, living with your sibling seems exhausting sometimes, if Sam and Dean are any indication.

“Alright that’s enough Jack, don’t spill all the coffee. Your dad is allowed to have his secrets.” Cas intervenes, gently patting Dean’s thigh.

“Tea, dad, its spill the tea!” Jack sometimes can’t handle how out of touch his dad is. Guess that’s what happens when you’re millions of years old.

“Oh right, what’s the difference?” Cas sighs, laying his head back against the headrest as if he’s exhausted, Jack knows it’s just for dramatic effect because Cas doesn’t sleep.

“Cas, there’s big difference! One is the nectar of the gods and the other is glorified leaf water.” Dean defends, holding Cas’ hand, it’s meant to be a private gesture, but Jack can see it and it makes his heart happy.

“Tea is good.” Sam tries.

“I rest my case.” Dean counterpoints.

The case is a rough one, it turns out to be a bit more than a simple salt and burn. The ghost, a family annihilator was coming from beyond the grave to try to kill his son who had survived his attack. They had split into two groups, Dean and Cas at the cemetery burning the bones and Jack and Sam with the victim, trying to keep him safe.

“Do you think maybe we can take a photo together in our shirts?” Jack asks offhandedly as he and Sam roam the house looking for any objects that might still tether the ghost to the house.

“Why do you care so much about these shirts and taking a photo together?” Sam asks curiously, making Jack pause to think for a moment.

“Because, I’ve been watching a bunch of shows and movies, and all the families in them, they have all these photos together. They make all these memories together and they display them in their houses for everyone to see. I want that. The fact that we don’t have that makes me kind of scared, like this isn’t real. Like you all are prepared to run at a moment’s notice if I go nuclear.” Jack explains, using air quotes around the word nuclear.

“Oh. Oh. Jack, hey, it’s not like that. I guess, well we’ve been so busy saving people and hunting things, we’ve lost track of normal family things. You’re family Jack. Promise.” Sam says right away, pulling Jack into a crushing hug. Sam is strong, Jack hopes to be that strong someday.

“Can we take a photo then, a family portrait?” Jack asks hopefully.

“Family portrait? Family portrait. Shit! Jack, the family portrait!” Sam gasps, letting Jack go and looking around the room with wild eyes.

“Huh?” Jack is trying to catch up before he spots the family portrait hanging above the fireplace, both the victim and his evil departed dad in the photo. He rushes to grab it off the wall and tosses it into the fireplace. Sam pulls out a container of salt and lighter fluid, coating the portrait, then Jack tosses a match, lighting it on fire.

“Good work kid.” Sam grins as the ghost appears and then bursts into flames. “I think you’ve earned that portrait.”

True to his word, the first thing in the morning, Sam helps Jack use the laptop to find the closest portrait studio. It happens to be a JC Penney portrait studio, making Dean groan and complain about cheesy backgrounds and awkward poses that they’d likely endure. With much coaxing and further threats from Cas to relegate Dean to sleeping with Miracle on the dog bed, he agrees to the photoshoot.

Jack gets several copies of the photos made. He hands out wallet sized copies to Mary and Eileen who both coo over how adorable they look. Cas gets it framed and hangs it in the library, Dean never admits he likes it, but Jack catches him stopping to look at it every day, a proud smile on his face.

This is Jack’s family. His team. His Cemetery Boys.

#suptober21 #cemetery boys #supernatural #destiel #jack kline #jack kline pov #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #fan fiction

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Emi, I'm kissing you on the mouth right now, you're so sexy. In general but also for taking the bait.

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

The Constantinople AU

This AU is from 2017 and came about because I watched a TED-ED video about Constantinople's walls, relistened to the Aladdin soundtrack and because I had earlier talked with a friend about how I had not really seen people make a genie a woman. I came back years later to explain it to my friend Jonah and add new stuff and this year I showed it to @amber-isnt-a-precious-stone to add even more things. It's one of my favourite AUs for sure.

Dramatis Personae:

- Herakles Karpuzi (APH Greece) as Son of the Roman emperor and heir to the throne - Sadık Adnan (APH Turkey) as Soldier in the Ottoman army and Imposter Prince - Dilan Taş (Human OC) as Jinn and Sadık's unsuccessful wingwoman - Athanasios Karpuzi (Human OC) as the Roman emperor and serial skirtchaser - Salvatore Vento (Human OC) as Advisor to the emperor and Fuckface McBadDad - Michele Vento (APH Sicily) as Herakles' childhood friend

The Happenings™:

- It's set in Constantinople in an alternate Universe, close to ours. It’s the late High Middle Age/Early Late Middle Age (depending on how you want to periodize. I am working with how the German Middle Ages are divided, which is arguably a very bad method for classifying Byzantine. But this is my silly Hetalia AU, not my term paper). Around 1300, I’d say.

- Athansios Karpuzi is the current Roman Emperor, which makes Herakles the heir to the throne. Athanasios is desperately trying to wed his son off to any available suitors to form new alliances, but two things keep getting into the way: 1. Herakles is thoroughly uninterested in playing along with Athanasios’ plans. He’s not a chess piece on his father’s board if he's got anything to say about it. 2. Salvatore Vento is Athanasios’ closest consultant and protests any marriage for whatever reason he can find. For the sole reason that he has been eyeing the throne for himself the entire time and wants to marry his own son, Michele, to Herakles.

- Like in my Hetalia AU "Like Father Like Son", Salvatore and Athanasios trust each other as far as they can throw one another. There is no genuine trust here at all, no sympathy, really, they just stick together because they know the other is useful. Have some assorted banter as result of this:

Salvatore: "Immortal what a name! What a title to bear! Although immoral would have fit you much better." [Athanasios’ etymology is “immortal”]

S: "Maybe you wouldn't have to struggle to find a suitable bride for your son if you stopped dragging every young woman within and from outside Constantinople to bed." Athanasios: "He's into guys too, problem solved." S: "Oh, yeah, me dumbass thought you needed stop whoring around, how silly of me."

A: "If he is into anything at all. But if I have another child, they might keep this empire going." S: "No legitimation to the lineage's claim to power like a gay loner and a bastard child." A: "Ah yes, I hired the man whose wife ran away with his son so he could berate me about family life. How I value your opinion, Salvatore." S: "She didn't run away." A: "No, she just hides and sends you people until she can get her divorce. I'm very inclined to give it to her."

S: "They're childhood friends! They'd make a great couple!" A: "All I can hear is what a great emperor you'd make, ruling on my corpse."

- So. Herakles is staunchly resisting any marriage to anyone and minding his business one day, walking along the great walls of Constantinople. He stops to look out into the surrounding area and suddenly, hears a noise. Confused, he looks down and sees someone scaling the wall. Sadık looks up and sees the most beautiful man he has ever seen … spotting him trying to get into the city.

- Sadık is part of the Ottoman Turks, who’re conquering the area around Constantinople these days. He’s some nobody in the army and thought he’d give it a shot and get into the city by himself to earn some fame (and money).

- Herakles is seriously impressed Sadık managed to actually almost scale the famously impenetrable walls of the city. Not impressed enough to actually let him in. So these two banter a bit, Sadık now distracted by this hunk in front of his nose. Herakles correctly assesses that he’s a Turk and says of himself that he’s the emperor’s son. Sadık: “Hey, hot stuff, if that’s true and it’s so impressive, why don’t you let me in as a reward?” Herakles: “Yes, of course. And then I’ll open the gates for the rest of your people, so that you can just walk in and take the city. What impossible thing do you want to happen next, a kiss on the mouth?” Sadık: “What’s so impossible about that?”

- Either way, Herakles threatens to sick the guards on him, which leads to a “Oh no you wouldn’t” - Herakles grins and definitely would, so Sadık has to retreat. (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha).

- He goes back to camp, having gained nothing but a crush. He gets in real trouble for rummaging around the booty, where he finds an oil lamp and WOULDN’T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Dilan, a Jinn, pops out and Sadık uses his first wish to get out of trouble. Once that is done and the two have a moment of peace, he's thinking about what to do next and his mind circles back to Herakles.

- Dilan: "Ah yes, they always want something with love ... so who struck you and what's the problem?" Sadık: "Well ... I don't really know if it's true but he said he was the son of the emperor. He certainly looked the part! And I didn't really want to wait for him to call the guards to confirm it." Dilan: "Wait ... so you want to get with the son of the Roman emperor?" Sadık: "If that handsome little shit didn't lie to me, then yes." Dilan: "Isn't that a little out of your ballpark?" Sadık: "What, is it out of yours? Can't help me in that case, magic lady?" Dilan: "Psht, don't make me laugh! I can make the impossible happen, just tell me what you need." Sadık: "I dunno ... I guess getting inside the city?" Dilan: "That's it? That's all you need? That's less than a no-brainer -" Sadık: "Oh yeah, if it's so easy then, save that second wish for later. I got past one of the walls already once, I'll figure that out without your magic." Dilan: "Alright, alright ... and what about the wooing of your sweetheart?" Sadık: "That we'll see to once we're there ..."

- Dilan and Sadık chitchat while they make it to Constantinople. Dilan spends some time in the lamp, because walking is boring, but she does tell him that she's pretty sick of being in there. So that's where Sadık learns about her wishing to be free. Dilan in turn learns that Sadık doesn't have such a rosy life either (especially because now he can't return to the army, after he basically deserted).

- So they get to Constantinople and decide to actually factcheck if they got the right guy - and if yes, some general information about the emperor's son. Luckily enough, a friendly trader/tradesman tells them a bit about the city and the imperial family. Dilan: "So, did you by any chance ever see the emperor's son?" Trader: "Oh, well, that's an odd question, isn't it? But since you don't seem to be from here, I can understand the curiosity. Well, let me think ... You often see him only from afar ... during a triumph where he had accompanied his father during the campaign I got to see him up close. What a regal figure there at the head of the troops!" Sadık is too lost in the vision of his crush all decked out in military gear on a horse. And then taking all that gear off and being a regal figure while he fucks Sadık into the sheets … Dilan: "Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda, we need something more concrete. Height, hairstyle, haircolour, what does the dude look like?" The trader/tradesman is a little baffled but does provide a description that lines up with who Sadık saw. So with that information, they start to wonder how to woo a future emperor.

- Luckily, now that the trader/tradesman thinks they're here for imperial gossip, he actually mentions the fact that Emperor Athanasios hopes for his son to follow his footsteps and is currently looking for a suitable match, so that Herakles can be of political use even while he's still in charge. So Dilan and Sadık get an idea how to get into the city and Herakles heart. Or his pants. Milestones are still up for negotiation.

- After the grand entrance happened, where Herakles definitely took offense at either "Heard your prince was a sight lovely to see" or "Heard your prince was hot, where is he?" because either question was accompanied by Sadık's flirty looks, Athanasios actually lets Sadık and Dilan into the palace. There he and Salvatore discuss the entire thing, aka if whoever Sadık pretends to be is a good match.

- While they talk political stuff and snark, because of course Salvatore is against it, Sadık continues to feel very smug in his new princely identity and makes flirty eyes at Herakles. Herakles is just like "ugh" and much more happily plays with his cats. Which tbh sounds like they're 16 or something, but they're not that much younger than in canon (I think they'd be 22 and 24 here).

- Hijinks ensue. Herakles tells his dad that he’s a Turkish soldier that tried to sneak into the city and Athanasios doesn’t believe him, thinking Herakles is now lying badly to not get married. Dilan and Sadık are developing a friendship that is best described as hoes being bros.

- Dilan: "Look, you like cats. Cats are furry. Hairy, if you will. You know who else is hairy? Sadık. He's juuust as hairy as a cat - shhhht, I'm wingmanning for you and it's working great, you can thank me later."

- At first, Dilan mostly employs her magic for some silly little things with Sadık to woo Herakles. It doesn't work very well. Herakles: "I know it's magic, that's not impressing me - Okay, it is kinda cool, but you're still a dick." Dilan: "But a dick with a cool sidekick, come ON! What else do you want me to do to make the nerd viable?!" Sadık: "You call that wingmanning?!"

- Once Dilan realizes dickbags Athanasios and Salvatore are, she also uses little magic tricks to continously make their lives worse. Ironically, this may be what finally endears her and Sadık to Herakles. (If you haven't noticed, he doesn't like his father very much and Athanasios doesn't care for him aside from being a political pawn).

- At one point, Michele shows up at court! Herakles is overjoyed to see his childhood friend, which he hadn’t seen in years! Sadık is absolutely not, because it looks like just when he and Herakles almost had something, this twat shows up and steals the show!

- Dilan: "Well, I can't make him not love this dude, but I could beat the dude up." Sadık: " ... keep that in mind."

- However, when Dilan goes to investigate what Michele is doing here (and wingwomanning again), this ensues: Dilan: "Hey brah, what's up, why so blue looking? Is it because your boo just told you you ain't his number one anymore?" Michele: "I, eh ... no ... May I ask who you are?" Dilan: "Just one of the servants of the insanely charming and powerful - and hairy - Prince who's here to marry the Prince. Yep, he's sooo gonna marry that guy." Dilan: "There was a whole musical number about it, you should have seen it, I was on top of my game." Michele: "Sure heard about it, you stirred up trouble here. Hope it helps ... I'm not saying that Herakles should marry someone his dad set in front of him, but it'd be nice if he found someone at last. He told me he was very lonely the last years ... I don't want to leave him behind just as lonely again." Dilan: "Yeah, it'd be - Leave him behind?"

- Dilan: "Good news! His loverboy is not here to stay! He wants to go to the west, he's just here because of his terrible dad!" Sadık: "Oh, that's good! Wait ... isn't his father that asshole of an advisor?" Dilan: "Yeah. Why." Sadık: "The guy who wanted to marry his son to Herakles since apparently forever?" Dilan: "Yeah, but his son is not going to marry him." Sadık: "I smell a trap 10 miles against the wind."

- There is no trap however. Herakles realizes that the crush on Michele is nothing but a childhood crush and has to be left in the past … and that he wants to move forward with Sadık. When he wants a conversation one-on-one, Dilan wants to make it a one-on-two, but Herakles asks her if she doesn’t want to keep Michele company in the gardens, it’s not gonna take long, an hour or two at most. Then she can also fetch Michele when they’re done, so that Herakles can say goodbye before he leaves for Sicily.

- Dilan thinks about it, finds it’s not a trap (and if it was, nothing she and her fists couldn’t solve) and goes in the garden. There she talks with Michele and makes the mistake to either show off her magic powers, tell Michele of TurGre’s meetugly (#Don’tSickTheGuardsOnMyAssYou’reSoSexyAhaha) or to be like: “Hey, do you wanna know a cool secret? Sadık isn’t a Prince, all of this is my doing. Pretty cool, eh?”

- Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Salvatore was searching for Michele in the gardens, to get his “fucking rotten brat of a son” to play along after all instead of disappearing once again. So he overhears this. Salvatore: "Oh, so Prince Sadık is not a Prince? That's a funny joke indeed and I'll laugh my ass off the hardest in the end."

- So just when Herakles and Sadık had time to talk about their feelings and confess and, also, you know, make out and fumble for good measure, they get interrupted. Literally when Herakles was finally stripped down to his tunic and Sadık slid his hand underneath it.

- Athanasios: "This is gonna be the last wall you breached, you little rat." Herakles: "Dad! Stop it!" Athanasios: "This man nearly ruined our dynasty. Arrest him." Salvatore: "Arrest the man indeed. Go and get the ex-emperor." Athanasios: "Ex-Prince. It's not the right time for your snark." Salvatore: "I'm not talking about that small fish. Guards - arrest this careless idiot who nearly ruined our city by letting a scammer into its walls! Clearly the emperor's been in on this and can't be trusted!" Athanasios: "You've lost your mind." Salvatore: "You've lost yours and it's actually the thing you'll miss the least when syphilis is going to eat away the last of your rotten brain in the dungeons. So get him! And that ottoman faker, too, just get the trash out of here."

- The scene ends rather dramatically, because I love the thought of Michele and Dilan rushing to their help, but they get held back. Dilan maybe gets restrained by some anti-magic stuff. And Dilan begs Sadık to use his last wish to help him. To solve this problem. But Sadık refuses, because he promised to use it to set her free. So Dilan is just livid and upset, distraught, yelling at him to let her do something while he gets taken to the dungeons.

- So now Salvatore’s in charge and setting his plans into motion. PR is of course the first thing that needs to be done, so there’s a speech to Constantinople’s masses: "But, as you know, I respect and regard the royal family, the entire dynasty, more than any of you! So I am not going to assume power, it'd be a crime against God himself who granted us this emperor, if I had removed him for anything but his unstable condition and his tragic mistake of almost letting his lineage being tainted! Not to mention that this would have been the end of our beloved empire, our city, suddenly overrun and ruled by those barbarians! No, of course I'll give my power to the true heir who was merely a victim to his father's incompetence. To prove I really mean it, I'm even going to give up my son to the Prince, to forever bind my loyality to the throne!"

- Michele: "I hold no more respect for you as father as I did when we left. I'm not going to play along your perverted plan." Salvatore: "Well Michele, if you don't respect me as father, then maybe you'll respect me as the Roman Emperor!"

- Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Athanasios and Sadık have some great chitchat. Sadık: "Guess that's some quality father and son in law bonding time, eh?” S:“Though I'm pretty sure your son would rather call me daddy than you." A: "Once this entire drama is over, I'll have you decapitated. Or just kick you back to your people and let them handle this." S: "Ah, but when I came here as a fake prince, your arms and gates were wide open. Should've listened to your son when he told you so."

- Here’s also some Salvatore content: Athanasios: "And now you strut around in my clothes. I'm surprised they even fit you fatass!" Salvatore: "Oh, the entire imprisonment is really getting to you, ain't it, emperor tightlips? Ah, I meant - ex-emperor tight lips. Now you've sunk low enough to insult me with such details. Is it because you have nothing else left now that you're off your high horse?" Salvatore: "I thought so. At least you're enough of a sound mind to not threaten me with 'once I get out of here' hot air. Because we both know you're not getting out of here in a lifetime anymore. And yes, I’m wearing your rags, since I’ve got no time to waste.” Salvatore to Sadık: "Actually, it's sad that you aren't going to be there to watch it. Although, I think a public execution would just spice the entire wedding festivities up, if I think about it."

- Ah yes. The wedding. Herakles: "You look great today, my love. Like a polished jewel." Michele: "Thanks. I'd never seen a man more handsome than you though. Truly, a prince with all his qualities seen right away." Both: -sigh- Ft. Dilan, who’s just watching the kids sadly and is trying to reassure them she got this, she’s gonna find a way, it’ll be fine!!!

- Herakles and Michele wonder why Sadık didn't use that wish. To which Dilan replies he said he'd free her with it, but she didn't believe he'd actually uphold that promise. And he shouldn't have because now she's useless and he's in trouble. (And Hera only falls more in love with Sadık, because being a good person is HELLA swoony.)

- Dilan also tries to cheer them up and I believe she can still do small magic tricks, she just can't get out of whatever shackles/confinement she is in. So when she isn't despairing or raging, she tries to cheer Herakles and Michele up with some silly little tricks. She shapeshifts into their fathers to make fun of them. Which leads them to an idea ...

- I have no idea what it is though. I only know that the grand final and resolution involves shapeshifting. If anyone who's better at plots wants to give me ideas, please do.

- However they manage to stop Salvatore's machinations, this is what follows: Salvatore gets thrown into the dungeons. Herakles decides to not let his father out and instead take the crown himself. He becomes emperor and marries Sadık. Sadık uses his last wish to set Dilan free. Michele goes to travel to Sicily, promising he’ll write letters to them and come visit some day (Dilan promises the same).

- The end of Salvatore and Athanasios rotting in jail together is SO satisfying to me, bc now that they are useless to each other, there is nothing left to do but be a pain in each other’s ass. They hate each other and they DESERVE EACH OTHER.

Sequel Bait:

- Before we get to the sequel bait, let me give you some prequel bait for a change. Here's a little "what if one of the many suitable matches for Herakles had been one of the Beilschmidt brothers" scenario. Plus free medieval history lesson:

- Now for the actual sequel: Three years come and go. Herakles and Sadık settle in their new rules as emperor and ... emperor's husband. (I don't know if Byzantine empresses were "put into office" in the same way the Emperor was. If someone is more knowledgeable about this than me, correct me).

- Their marriage is going swell, however both struggle in their new official roles. Herakles faces all the administrative problems and tough decisionmaking that comes with being a ruler, while Sadık struggles to be accepted by the people of Constantinople. Where Herakles tends to take care of the court, Sadık tries his hand at being a military leader.

- One morning, Sadık wakes up with Herakles in the room. Which should not be surprising, if it wasn't for the fact that Herakles had left the city yesterday. He's oddly nonchalant about it when Sadık asks him and also ... weirdly chipper? Eager? Kitschy in his flirting? He's at first flattered, but soon very confused by everything and wonders if either he hit his head real hard in his sleep or if Herakles fell off his horse when he tried to make it out of the city.

- Turns out none of it, because after some more eyelash fluttering, his "husband" goes POOF! and turns out to be Dilan, who's on the floor laughing. "You should have seen your stupid face! Really! Wait, I'll show you!"

- After Dilan is done shapeshifting into Sadık, absolutely overacting his reaction and argueing with him about it, they finally get to catch up. Turns out that Dilan was bored by travelling around the world and wanted to check in on her old buddy.

- She couldn't have chosen a more opportune time to do so. Once Herakles returns, he ... at first has a weird reunion with his husband. Sadık is kind of wary around him and starts to list his attitude and general personality traits/ticks as proof for ... something. Takes a while for Herakles to get the news that Dilan is back, too.

- Herakles is very relieved to hear that! He wanted to confide something in Sadık, because after he had returned to the city, someone had taken him aside. Natasa Simonides, an old and trusted courtly advisor, needed help. Recently, her husband Ibrahim disappeared and she's worried.

- Natasa also told Herakles a secret: Ibrahim is a Jinn, which is why his disappearance worries her even more. Herakles informs Sadık and asks Dilan if she knows anything, but she sadly hasn't heard anything either. - Before she can zip off and see if she can find Ibrahim, Herakles asks another favour of her - to educate Natasa's twins, Timothea Farah and Omar Veniam instead. Natasa thinks they may be able to find their father, but they don't know they're half-Jinn, so they'd need some guidance. Dilan happily agrees to be their teacher!

- My only more in-depth infos on Jinn and their children with humans comes from this Monstrum video by PBS Storied. I don't think Thea & Omar would need to be taught by anyone to be seers and how to be in communication with non-human spheres, but it makes for a better story.

- So Dilan is off to teach the kids while Sadık volunteers to go and search for Ibrahim. Herakles resumes his imperial role in the city.

- It's not really fun and as the people become more and more agitated with the status quo, more and more people "remember" that the old emperor is still around. Enough people are going "What's that kid knowing anyways?! All those highfangled ideas and useless reforms, for what?" that a select few decide to stage a coup by releasing Athanasios from the dungeons.

- Now, I still haven't decided if Salvatore also gets let out. The problem is that I really would begrudge him his freedom ... but I also begrudge Athanasios his freedom! It doesn't feel fair that one bastard gets to walk free and the other doesn't!

- Out in the field, Sadık isn't having much more luck. No Jinn in sight and the trouble he has with a few of the men that accompany him keeps him thinking about the acceptance problems again. He really wishes at one point that Herakles wasn't emperor at all. You can imagine how terrible he feels for these thoughts when news of the coup catches up to them. Be careful what you wish for and all that jazz. On top of that, he gets into trouble as well - betrayed by some of the men he had taken along. He gets stuck in some place like a cave or an abandoned house he was investigating ...

- Sadık finds a large sealed bottle and thinks 'Well, what's the worst that could happen?' He is greeted by a GIANT cloud of smoke instead of anything edible/drinkable. By the time the cloud is human-shaped, he already has a giant grin on his face. Sadık: "Hah! I have a sixth sense for this kind of stuff!" Jinn: "Greetings, mor-" Sadık: "Yeah, yeah, quick question, is your name Ibrahim? Or do you know one of your kind called Ibrahim who's been passing through recently?" Jinn: "My name is Ibrahim - " Sadık: "Great! You know a Greek lady called Natasa? I take that look as a yes. Okay, so first wish is to get us out of here, second wish we'll see, third is like freeing you from the whole servitude bit - You do the three wishes thing, right? Anyways, your wife and kids are wishing for dad to come home, so get us out of here, you'll get explanations on the way back."

- In the meantime, Dilan and her protégés, along with Natasa and Herakles, have been trying to figure out how to solve the problem at court. It doesn't help that the news of Sadık's troubles also reached them (I know the speed of spreading information may be historically hella inaccurate, but I need it for the drama). So Dilan is torn between helping her best bud and helping the rest at court. The Greeks cook up a plan and assure her that she should go and help Sadık, they've got this.

- The plan is to get Athanasios to do something incredibly stupid that would immediately turn the people against him. They exploit the fact that Athanasios likes to listen to words that fall from pretty lady's mouths. So Timothea flatters her eyelashes and promises to tell him something of a vision she had ... that the divine has something to tell him through her. (Don't worry for her, she may have to endure his fingers under her chin, which is infuriating and nauseous enough, but no more skin contact than this). Thea gets backed by her brother to lend it more credibility once Athanasios considers with his head and not his dick.

- And we can all appreciate that Dilan has been sent away, otherwise the scene would have been like this: Thea: "The spirits are talking to me about you ... " Dilan: "Mhm, mhm, indeed, I can hear them to. They're saying that you're a bitch!"

- Dilan in the meantime reaches Sadık, Ibrahim and those of his troop that haven't betrayed and abandoned him as soon as they heard of the coup. A little happy reunion before she immediately fills them in on what's happening.

- They come up with a plan themselves to finally get rid of Athanasios and the Simonides and Herakles have begun to sweat a little back home, because Athanasios mistake of listening to the twins' advice has bought them time, but not really solved the problem yet. Which is when Dilan and Ibrahim sweep in, concocting an illusion powerful enough to wrap up everyone in Constantinople and make Athanasios seem like the literal devil. Some mass-hallucination miracle bullshit, truly, to assert that he doesn't deserve the throne.

- Maybe for good measure, Athanasios disappears after the illusion is over. Dilan and Ibrahim have no idea where he went, they say with a smile.

- Another grand finale! The four lovers are reunited, Thea and Omar are overjoyed to have their dad back and he is overjoyed to have his kids back. When Dilan tells the Simonides twins that they did a great job, she's a good teacher after all haha!, Ibrahim and Natasa invite her to stay. Dilan says that they don't need her, surely, now that Ibrahim can teach them, but Ibrahim says he could use some help. Herakles also encourages her, saying that he'd love to have her at court - and Sadık also bullies her into staying. "What do you wanna do, see the world again? Didn't do much for your peanut brain the first time around, maybe hit the books together with Hera so that you'll be a passable teacher some day."

- Dilan and Omar also have evolved a crush on one another during this entire mess. That's what I'll leave you with - all well that ends well.

Also hey you! Thanks for reading all of this! Here's a little bonus content if you made it this far!

A wonderful fanart of Michele and Salvatore by my beloved friend C0FFINATED over on twitter!

Here's an amazing commission of the Greeks and Turks by @captkirkland ! I'm not sure if I'm allowed to repost the pictures myself on tumblr & you shoud reblog it from him anyways. Show him and his amazing art some love! From left to right it's Timothea, Herakles, Omar, then Dilan, Sadık and Havva (who's not featured in this AU, rip. Things would have worked to well with their brainpower).

Thanks for reading this! Hope you have a wonderful day!

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February Contest Submission #9: Never Take a Chance on Me

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: ignorant/h0m0ph0bic comment, adult alcohol usage Song: Chance by Hayley Kiyoko

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“All I’m saying is I wouldn’t date any of you,” Anna said over her computer monitor. She may be new at this job, but she wasn’t going to start off with any funny business.

“Except for me, right?” Hans asked, winking.

Anna barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “Especially you. For one thing, like I’ve told you every day since starting here last week, I’m gay. Do you need a refresher on what that means?”

“I think you just haven’t found the right guy yet,” he said with a smirk.

“Look man,” Anna said, all traces of joking wrung out from her tone, “I have a girlfriend. Okay? I’m gonna need you to back off.”

The only coworker she liked so far, a petite blonde nicknamed Tink, gasped. “Anna! You have a girlfriend?” She squealed. “Tell me about her!”

Anna’s cheeks warmed. “She’s uh… She’s tall, blonde. Stunning. Her name is — Elsa.” Anna mentally kicked herself for that one. Really? All the names in the world and her own sister’s is the first one she can think of?

Well, she did fit the description, anyway.

Anna continued describing her sister, “And she’s creative, sweet, kinda shy, and although I like to think of myself as the funny one, no one can make me laugh like she does.”

Tink smiled sincerely, “You two sound perfect for each other. Ugh, I just love love!”

“And I love lesbians,” Hans said. “Can I watch sometime?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Anna was beginning to think there wasn’t much worse than an open, modern workspace.

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On the phone that night, Anna was sharing details from her first full week at the new job. “Elsa, I think this is the career for me. Like right now I’m just editing other artists’ photos, but if I work my way up, I could really be the one taking them!”

“That’s great!” Elsa’s voice came through the phone, slightly husky after a long day at her architecture job. “As long as they really appreciate you there. As long as you feel valued for the work you’re doing.”

“Yeah,” Anna nodded along. “The company seems like it really values all of us. As long as I can get along with the other coworkers… Do you think I’m too new to the job to file a complaint with HR?”

“What?” Elsa asked. “What happened?”

“Nothing major,” Anna backtracked, not wanting to worry Elsa. “Just this asshole I sit near who keeps trying to make moves on me. He’s just gross — misogynistic, homophobic.”

“Are you serious? Forget HR, get me his address.”

“Elsa! It’s not that bad, I swear. Plus,” Anna fiddled with her braid, “I think I’ve maybe… handled it, after today.”

She heard a beat of silence through the phone before Elsa responded. “What did you do?”

“Nothing, nothing! I just… told a little fib. I told everybody I have a girlfriend.” Anna held her breath.

“Oh.” Elsa sighed, “That’s not so bad.”

“And then I said her name was Elsa and spent like forever describing you.”

A slight choking sound made its way through the phone. “Uh - why, exactly, did you do that?” Elsa asked.

Anna winced. “I just — you were the first person that came to mind?” She sat up straighter and continued, “Well, anyway, it shouldn’t matter because I told them we don’t live in the same town right now; we’re long distance. So it’s not like they’re going to have to meet you or anything.”

“You moved one town away for this job, Anna. We’re only a twenty minute drive from each other. What will you do if someone finds out you have a sister named Elsa?”

“Say it’s a coincidence? Ugh, I don’t know,” Anna covered her face with her free hand. “Maybe we should check our social media and make sure it doesn’t give us away as sisters.”

She heard breathing over the phone for a few seconds. “Sounds good,” Elsa said. “Listen, I gotta go; it’s been a long day. I love you.”

“Love you too, Els.”

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Elsa heard the line go dead and immediately let herself fall back on to her bed. She gripped her phone and lightly smacked herself in the head with it each time she said, “Shit, shit, shit!”

What did this mean?

For Anna to be put on the spot to think of a fake girlfriend and Elsa was the first name to roll off her tongue? Did she-?

Could she actually feel the same way Elsa felt?

She shook her head. “No, no no no no.” She couldn’t let herself entertain that thought for longer than a second. Elsa had not suffered this crush in silence for years to protect Anna just to have it all come crumbling down over some slip-up.

There was no way Anna saw Elsa like that. It was a simple coincidence.

Elsa would make damn sure nothing would change because of this. She would never risk losing the bond she and Anna had, all because some jerk at Anna’s work couldn’t take no for an answer.

Fuck.

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Anna was finally getting into a groove at work: she and Tink were work-best-friends, she was doing great with her editing skills to the admiration of her bosses, and Hans was mostly just ignoring her after being shut down so many times.

And then she found out about the summer barbecue. A work picnic in the mountains didn’t sound too bad at first, but then Anna realized how serious this company was about their work social gatherings. There would be no backing out of this — and everyone with a partner was going as a couple.

Needless to say, Anna was expected to bring Elsa and everyone was very excited to meet her. Especially Tink.

“Have you asked Elsa to the barbecue yet?” She asked one day during their lunch break. “It’s only a couple weeks away.”

Anna’s fork twirled thoughtfully in her fettuccine. “Ah, not yet. She’s pretty introverted, she’s never liked social gatherings…” Anna saw the look on her friend’s face. “….but I’m going to ask her soon. I’ll make sure she comes.”

Anna smiled at Tink before looking down at her bite of pasta. A cold sheet of panic swept through her chest. What on earth was she supposed to do?

Actually bring Elsa to the picnic and pretend they were dating?

No, Anna knew deep down she already had some pretty sketchy fantasies about her sister without putting the two of them in this kind of situation. She couldn’t allow those feelings to become any more real than they already were.

She could never ask this of Elsa.

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It was a warm afternoon in July as Anna’s jeep pulled into the lot at Valley View Park. It had been quite a scenic drive up into the mountains to get there, and she could only imagine what those winding roads would look like in Fall with all the colorful autumn leaves.

Greens and yellows, oranges and reds… Anna could get used to living a little closer to these mountains than she did growing up.

Elsa was less focused on the scenery and more worrying herself sick in the passenger seat, dreading how stressful the evening was going to be. She still wasn’t sure how Anna had convinced her to come to the damn picnic. She’d clearly not been in her right mind when she agreed. The risks they were taking!…

If anyone here found out they were sisters, it would ruin Anna’s chance at a career in that city, let alone that company. And she seemed to really like the job. Elsa sighed. But even worse than those consequences would be if the unthinkable happened… If they discovered real feelings for each other in the process. Or rather, if Anna did. Elsa was well past that.

Because it was one thing to bounce their reputations back from a big misunderstanding of fake incest, but it was another altogether for them to pursue an actual relationship. They would have to move far away, change their names, maybe switch professions…

“Els?” The Jeep’s engine cut out. “We’re here.”

Who was Elsa kidding? Anna would never develop feelings for her anyway.

That thought did make some of the tension ease off Elsa’s shoulders as she unbuckled, opened her door, and slid out onto the hard gravel beneath her sandals. She finally took in her surroundings to see the beautiful trees they parked under. Elsa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting herself feel centered and prepared for the interactions she was about to lie their way through.

Anna came around to Elsa’s side of the car. “Is it okay if we hold hands? To walk up to the lodge?”

Elsa hoped the warmth on her cheeks wasn’t noticeable. “Oh! Yes, that’s okay.” She held her hand out and Anna took it with a gentle enthusiasm.

Anna gave a little squeeze and they walked. There was no denying how nice it felt to hold hands, swinging back and forth slightly with the cadence of their feet. It wasn’t the same as when they were little and held hands to cross the street or to stay together. Even if this was all pretend, it felt intimate.

Anna wished she knew what Elsa was thinking as they approached the large building. It had heavy, steel-framed doors which gave the wooden lodge a modern feel. Anna would’ve bet money that Elsa was thinking about the structure of the building. Architecture nerds were just like that.

Elsa barely noticed the building as they passed through the entryway. She was busy in her thoughts, ‘This is fake. She’s your sister. But today, she’s your girlfriend. You met last year when Anna was finishing college and you walked into the coffee shop she worked at. You went on a date two nights later and the rest is history. Living a whole city away is hard but you make it work; it’s not that far, after all. You usually find a way to spend the weekends together…’

“There you are!”

Elsa was jolted from her thoughts by a small woman with a yellow pixie cut. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out who that might be. “Elsa, it’s so nice to finally meet you — I was beginning to think Anna had made up all those stories about you two,” she playfully elbowed Anna. “But here’s the tall, blonde proof! Wow! Anyway, I’m Tink. Or, well, that’s what everyone calls me. No idea why…” she winked.

Once Elsa was sure Anna’s friend had stopped talking for the moment, she stuck out her hand and gave her a smile. “It’s so nice to meet you too, Tink. I’ve heard all about Anna’s favorite coworker.”

Tink swooned as she shook Elsa’s hand, “Ugh, her voice is just as gorgeous as you described, Anna.”

Elsa raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Anna, who had suddenly turned beet red.

“Thanks Tink,” Anna muttered. “Just expose me like that right in the middle of the lodge.”

It probably wasn’t a good sign that Elsa was already having trouble thinking up explanations for Anna’s blush. Other than Anna actually feeling a certain way about Elsa, that is.

“You two are adorable,” Tink’s smile made her eyes crinkle with joy. “Oh! Elsa, you’re an architect, right? Come on, you’ll love the back wall.”

With that, the pair trailed behind Tink as they made their way past a bar, a seating area, and an enormous aquarium filled with a variety of colorful fish. Finally, they reached an extraordinary wall of windows, stretching at least fifteen feet tall and more than double that in width.

Anna gasped beside Elsa as they both took in the view through the glass panes. It seemed they were looking off the very edge of the mountain. They could see hundreds of trees stretching below in a vast valley, leading down to a glistening lake. “Woah,” they said in unison.

Elsa’s gaze wandered up the steel window frames to the ceiling, finally letting herself appreciate the structure. “That really is some great work there — all that glass,” she said. “I’d love to design something like this one day.”

Anna nudged her in the arm. “You’ll be designing way cooler stuff than this before you know it.”

“Thanks, babe—,” Elsa accidentally let slip. She pressed her lips together and looked at Anna with wide eyes as she felt her cheeks warm.

Anna recovered first with a laugh. “So, is this a picnic or what? Where’s the rest of the crew?”

Tink didn’t seem to notice the moment of awkwardness as she bounced to attention and led them through a different set of doors. They followed her outside and down a nicely paved path into the woods. “We have a nice little gazebo down this way and a great place for a campfire when the sun sets!”

Elsa hadn’t been aware this barbecue would be lasting all evening, but she followed silently beside Anna as they approached a group of fifteen or so people gathered around a gazebo.

Elsa was happy to be holding Anna’s hand as they walked up to her coworkers in the wooded picnic area. Anna squeezed Elsa’s fingers and smiled as she greeted them. “Hey guys! This is Elsa.”

They were greeted with welcoming faces and “Nice to meet you!”s and Elsa felt herself letting go of a tension she hadn’t been aware she was holding.

Maybe this was going to work out, after all.

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Anna had promised herself she would only have one beer at the picnic. She had to drive them both back to her apartment, for one thing. And there was also the issue of not wanting to let something slip by accident that might reveal the big secret behind their fake relationship.

She was doing fine until she noticed Elsa had finished her second bottle. It wasn’t like her to drink much in public, especially at a gathering where she didn’t really know anyone. But Anna couldn’t help but notice how much more cuddly Elsa was getting the farther into the evening they went.

By the time dusk rolled around, Anna decided they would stay the night at the lodge, and grabbed another bottle from the cooler before settling back in next to Elsa on their log bench. It was apparently time to sit around the campfire and talk, about what, Anna really wasn’t sure.

She didn’t care, with how smoothly the night had been going. The best part was still playing on repeat in her mind: Hans’ shocked face when he saw Elsa. His dumb mouth literally fell open at the realization that Anna had been telling the truth about having a gorgeous girlfriend.

This was all worth it just for that moment.

Anna grinned as she popped the bottle cap off and leaned into Elsa’s shoulder. It was so nice to feel her warmth right there. It felt… easy. Natural. She wasn’t sure how she would feel when the night was over and she couldn’t just have this casual intimacy with her anymore.

“So…. Anna.” Anna was startled to hear her name come from the next log over. It was Tink, with a smile so genuine it was crinkling her eyes, like usual. “Kris and I wanted to ask… how did you two know you were in love? You and Elsa?”

Anna felt her gulp of beer fizz all the way down her throat as all eyes in the group circle found their way to the pair of sisters.

“Uhh…” Anna grappled for words.

“I knew early on,” Elsa said, boldly. “We were spending the night together once at ho- at my place, and she was laying on the couch. I could see her little freckles while she concentrated on something and then all of a sudden she started belching the ABC’s. Got all the way to J.” She raised her beer bottle. “I knew right then and there; I’m in love with that girl.”

Anna was frozen in place as chuckles echoed around the circle. She wasn’t even embarrassed at the belching story; she was shocked that Elsa brought up an actual night she had forgotten all about. It was years ago, before either of them had gone to college.

It took a moment for her to realize they were expecting her to say something and she snapped out of her reverie. A small laugh escaped her as she grinned. “I distinctly remember making it to K.”

Laughter erupted from her coworkers and Anna leaned harder into Elsa’s shoulder. She murmured quietly, “Dug deep into the memory bank for that one, huh babe?”

Elsa tsked her tongue. “Nah, that one is always on top,” she whispered into Anna’s ear.

Thoughts swirled around in Anna’s head as the campfire conversation shifted elsewhere. What was that supposed to mean? How was Elsa so ready with that old memory? Did she take this fake-dating job so seriously that she prepared for any question that might come their way? Or was she secretly amazing at brainstorming on the spot? Or… did she…?

No. Elsa couldn’t have actual feelings for Anna. That would be ridiculous.

Right?

Anna felt her sister’s thumb rubbing circles on her arm as she sat with Elsa’s arm draped behind her, holding her close.

What were the odds that Elsa could feel something more for Anna, if Anna already thought she might have some extra feelings for Elsa? Would it be too much of a coincidence for them both to like each other? After all, the only thing more absurd than just one of them having an incestuous crush would be if it was mutual.

Anna sighed softly and took a long swig of her beer.

She knew that whatever these feelings were, it could never happen, even if it was somehow reciprocated — and yet, she found herself accidentally imagining how soft Elsa’s lips might feel on her own, or how husky her low whisper in Anna’s ear would be if they were lying in bed together.

She was shaken from her thoughts when Elsa tucked a lock of Anna’s hair behind her ear and quietly asked, “What are you thinking about?”

The fire was crackling loudly as conversations continued around the fire pit. Anna glanced at Elsa’s eyes, noticing the reflections dancing around in her irises before looking down to her own lap. She felt shy in a way she’d never experienced before.

“I was …thinking about you,” Anna said softly.

“Hmm,” Elsa hummed. “I was, too — thinking about you.”

Anna’s heartbeat quickened without her permission. “And what were you thinking, about me?” She asked.

“Oh…” Elsa looked up toward the stars, thinking of what to say. “I was just thinking you make a pretty good… date.”

Anna blinked in surprise and felt her eyebrows twitch upwards. “Oh— well, right back atcha.” Anna mentally kicked herself. Real smooth.

Did Elsa say that flirtatiously as part of the act? Because no one seemed to be listening in on them at the moment. So… she must have been saying what she truly felt.

Why was all of this so complicated? Anna sighed, causing Elsa to pull her in a little closer. If only they weren’t related, and this were just a normal crush, Anna would already be asking her out.

“Hey,” Elsa said, murmuring into Anna’s ear. “Looks like some people are leaving. Wanna go back up to the lodge?”

Anna caught Tink’s eye just as she felt Elsa place a kiss gently on her temple. While Tink looked like she’d burst with joy, Anna felt her last resolve melt away. Who the hell would it hurt for two sisters to love each other?

“Yeah, let’s go to the lodge.”

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After bidding everyone farewell at the campfire, Anna walked back up the path with Elsa.

As soon as they were out of earshot, they both burst into fits of giggles.

“I can’t believe we did it!”

“We actually did it!”

Once they reached the lodge, Anna found the front desk where they could reserve a room for the night. They got their room number and key before they knew it and took off for the part of the building with the suites.

“So,” Elsa said, “Your coworkers are really nice.”

“Aren’t they?” Anna smiled. “I mean, Tink’s the best, but everyone is good. Except for Hans.”

“He seemed pretty quiet tonight compared to what you’ve told me about,” Elsa remarked.

“Yeah, well I think he was busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that I scored a gorgeous girlfriend leagues above anyone he’s ever been with.”

“Ouch!” Elsa laughed, then quieted down. “You really think I’m gorgeous?”

“Is that even a question?” Anna made a face as they turned a corner. “You’re beautiful, Elsa. And brilliant, and hilarious… should I continue?”

“If you want,” Elsa said playfully, while her pink cheeks betrayed her true feelings.

“But yeah, my coworkers make this job pretty nice,” Anna circled the conversation back. “It’s really too bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just a shame; it’s a good job. But I’m going to have to quit,” Anna said.

Elsa stopped walking. “Quit! Why?”

“Because…” Anna said, gesturing between the two of them. “This can’t continue forever. I mean, there’ll be a Christmas work party and who knows what else before the next barbecue. We can’t keep pretending to date.You can’t be my fake girlfriend forever.”

Elsa looked shocked. “I mean — yeah, of course. I know. We can’t do this—”

“Elsa, will you be my real girlfriend?”

“…What?”

“I don’t want to keep pretending because I want to know it’s real. I want it to be real.” Anna took Elsa’s hands. “I care about you more than I should, Els. I love you and I have these feelings that I think I’ve been repressing for a long time, but now I can’t ignore them. And I don’t want to ignore them.”

Elsa stared at her, mouth slightly open. The longest few seconds of Anna’s life passed before Elsa whispered, “I want it to be real, too.” She slid to the floor in the middle of the hallway. “I’ve had feelings for you since before I even knew what to call them. But I knew it was wrong; I pushed it all down and I’ve been so good… so good, trying to protect you from it.” Tears filled Elsa’s eyes as she looked at Anna. “But I guess a little buzz is all it takes for me to let my guard down and admit …I don’t want to be good anymore. I want you.”

Anna sat next to Elsa on the floor. “I’m all yours. Well, as long as you’re not drunk right now.”

“I’m really not.” Elsa wiped her eyes. “But what about your job?”

“I don’t need it. I’ll quit and we can move away, and I’ll take Mom’s maiden name and you can start your own architecture firm, and I’ll be a real photographer!” Anna said. She caught her breath and gently turned Elsa’s chin toward her. “As long as we’re together, I could never be unhappy.”

Elsa gazed into her sister’s eyes, those deep, teal eyes she had known since the hour they first opened into the world. She knew Anna was right. Things would be okay if they were together. It would all work out. She took a deep breath and as the air left her lungs in a tremble, they leaned in.

Anna’s eyes slid closed as her mouth met Elsa’s lips. A quick kiss was followed by one a little deeper. It was so much better than she’d been daydreaming about just an hour earlier; she could feel the passion pouring out from both of them, combining into something beautiful, something that made Anna feel …whole for the first time.

Before long, they pulled back slightly to breathe and a bit of the fog cleared from Anna’s head.

Elsa opened her eyes slowly, feeling like she was still dreaming.

Anna laughed lightly. “Do you wanna find that room?”

#elsanna #february 2022 contest #prompt: never

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Watts

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER (KINDA) RATING: SAD + SWEET

Writers notes: My brain today : Hu? I wonder what’s benny watt’s backstory? who knows... Lets make him one! that's sad and tragic and kinda adorable... lets do this.

I sat against the harsh plastic chair, my feet against the ice cold stones of the basement floor, the chill coming under the door spreading across the whole apartment, the windows dark rain battering them every so often thunder cracking across the sky, I sat up a little in my chair and moved a piece playing the toughest game I could play, Against myself. I pulled my shirt over me a little more but not wanting to do up another button, it wasn't that cold. I was lost in my own world a while my mind started to wander.

One of the first things I can recall, it was a bright sunny day, the sky blue, the warmth of mid July in full swing, The tall buildings around all shaken and half broken, all the windows taped up, many of them blacked out, The sweet sounds of the radio playing some nice tunes, I was hopping along the tall fence posts jumping from tall wooden post to tall wooden post down the long garden, trying not to fall. I saw the door to next door open, her hair up in a bun, her dress half torn and repaired, the washing basket on her hip, she was shocked but then her face softened as she smiled at me

"Benjamin watts? what are you doing up there?" she laughs

"Playing" I told her

"what are you playing?" she asks coming over

"Frogs"

"Well alright," she laughs putting her basket down by her washing line string, she got her little cloth out her apron pocket giving it a lick and cleaning some dirt off my nose "You be careful Little man"

"I will Mrs Linley" I smiled hopping to the next post

"why don't you go out and play with the other kiddos?"

"There not as fun as playing by myself"

"Why don't you go with little Lilly take her to the park for an ice cream"

"Lilly's boring"

"BENNY!" I heard the harsh male voice yell so I quickly jumped down from the fence seeing him stood looming over the backdoor of the house in his usual suit with his cane, his belt done tight with his knife sat there as usual "Dinner" He says so I nodded heading inside sitting at the table where he set down a bowl of gross smelling soup I instantly turned my nose up at it "Eat it. You're lucky I even feed you" He says muttering to himself as he usually did "Ungrateful little bastard, You know I don't have to. I could have sent you to the poor house with the other kids, not out the goodness of my heart I look after you"

"Then why do you Papa?"

"Because your mother asks it off me." he sighed sitting at the table with his own soup and some bread "We've been over this" He says "I want nothing to do with my daughter, never was my business, and if she wasn't so busy I wouldn't be the one taking care of you, You little bastard"

"What's a bastard Papa?"

"You are a bastard benny. By definition, Maybe you wouldn't be if your mother kept her legs shut and had some idea who your father was" He sighed "if your mother wasn't so busy, taking care of the soldiers I'd leave you with her," he explained "eat your dinner"

"Yes papa" I sighed "when will mummy be back?"

"When the war is over," he says "your mother as much as we have our differences, she does a good job, and an important job. Nurses are usually good girls, your mother… happens to be an exception, but nurses are good girls, you'll marry a nurse one day"

"Will I?"

"Course you will. You'll get a war at your age Benny, you'll meet a lovely nurse, get married and have your own little kiddos" he says "Watts always have nurses"

"What if I don't wanna be a soldier?"

"Then you and your mother are dead to me" he says before the sound of the warning erupted across the city, he stood up and grabbed the bag by the door pushing me out the seat I nodded and ran out the house And into the garden as the sun was setting, he slowing followed as he locked the house up, I ran down to the shelter jumping on my little bed, he followed and locked the door up behind him sitting on his own. It grew terrifyingly quiet as for moments the world sat on the edge “Benny, Play” He ordered clicking his fingers pointing to the little chess board he had set up on the table between the beds, I happily smiled going and playing against him. He would often try to trick me but I always beat him “Good game kid” He cracked a smile shaking my hand

“Can I papa? Can I?” I asked bouncing my on the bed

“Alright, until the raid’s over” he says taking his hat from the side and sitting it on my head “Again?”

“Again” I smiled excitedly setting the board up again,

“But not to many, you need to get to bed”

I sat at the table the chess board set, waiting. It was getting so late now I wonder what was happening, Someone had come to the door before we had began our game I didn’t know why, My grandpa just took them to the other room I could heard talking, arguing even if I tried not to listen.

“Why can’t his father take him?”

“There’s no mention of him anywhere we can’t find him” “Well he has to be somewhere” “Noel. If you don’t keep him. He’ll get swept up with the rest of the kids, There’s hundreds, maybe thousands of them, homeless, lost there families, you know if he goes into the system, he won’t get out till he’s eighteen.”

“I don’t see why I should keep him

“He’s your grandchild” “He’s a bastard! I never much wanted anything to do with my daughter why should I clean up after her mess”

“Because she’s not coming back. Not for him. Not for you. You’re all he has in the world.”

The door opened moments later the woman from the door came over to me touching my hair moving it out of my eyes for me “Hi Benny”

“Hello” I answered not sure what was going on

“Benny, I need you to answer something for me” she smiled moving to her knee

“Okay” I nodded seeing my grandpa stood leaning on the door to the other room

“Would you Like to stay here? In this little house with your grandpa? Or would you like me to take you to a nice place with lots of other children… lots of nice children who, Have lost their mommies too”

I looked to my grandpa and he seemed to be waiting for the answer too, I didn’t know what they wanted from me…

“I would like to stay here with papa”

“Okay sweetheart” she smiled “Then he stays with you”

“What if I said… you’d be better off there Benny?” He asks

“I’d still rather stay”

“Fine. But I hear a word of complaint out your little bastard mouth, one tantrum, one teenage rebellion. You’re going. You choose to stay here with me, and don’t you ever fucking forget it” He warned

“Yes Papa”

“Go to your room” He ordered and I nodded going out the house and out to the little shelter, our house had only ever had one bedroom and there wasn’t much space for me, even so he would rather I sleep out here said I was safer to always sleep in here, were I couldn’t get hurt, My boards sat along the other bed, my trophies lines along the little wall, I shut the little door and got cosy in the little dark shelter.

I sat in the old beaten up pick up listening to the radio on low, I was going over the games of the people I was to play against, running through it all in my head.

“You gonna win?” He asks

“I’m planning on it” “Don’t get cocky.” He warns “worst train in the world cockiness. Gets you into trouble. Don’t write checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash benny”

“I know,”

“I know you know. Doesn't it mean you shouldn’t listen” He says “You're going out after?”

“No, home. Do some work” “You’ve never gonna met a girl at one of these things” “I know,”

“..... If there’s a boy-” “I’m not Gay Papa” I laughed

“Aren’t you? You're fourteen, how do you know?”

“Because I like girls”

“You’re fourteen. You don’t know what you like. I thought alot like what then I was your age”

“And?”

“And. You shouldn’t set yourself up to fail, I was married when I was not much older then you. Don’t… rush yourself with things is all I’m saying” “Is that why you didn’t wanna be with grandma anymore?”

“Somewhat, there was a lot of things between me and your grandma. Don’t worry about it” He says as he stopped at the little hotel doing the tournament “Hey,” He says stopping me from opening the door “Good luck you little bastard” He laughs putting his hat on my head

“I thought I don’t get it till I win?” I asked fiddling with it

“You’ll win. You’re a Watts, Go on you’ll be late” He says

“Thanks Papa” I smiled

“Go on run along you little bastard”

I tried to force it all away, I didn’t want to think about it. I folded the letter up and left it on the table, the cold chill of the apartment starting to get to me. This place was small, dirty, cold, and depressing but… I liked it. It felt like home, all the years of sitting playing chess in bomb shelters because he was too scared to let me come out, I wish I could have seen him again… I wish we hadn’t lost touch, then again he never liked how I went on from there, much less everything else, I had seen him a few times at key moments but he rarely spoke much, or phoned much, he kinda just… backed off. Knowing I had my own life and my own things, I don’t think he minded, but still. I would have liked to have seen him again.

“Benny?” I heard making me sit up a little seeing y/n stood at the bedroom door dressed for work already in her little blue and white dress, her hair done up in beautiful braids, minimal make up as it would get ruined on her shift anyway “Can you settle him? Else I’ll be late for work” she smiled

“Course I can” I laughed getting up and taking our little baby from her sitting him on my hip “Hey kiddo” I laughed giving his head a kiss trying to make him settle down.

“He won’t stop fussing” she laughs

“Boys do” I shrug

“Ummm… are all watts boys such fussy little monsters?” she laughs

“We are assholes” I sighed

“Umm Have to make sure I have a girl this time then” she smiled tapping her tiny little tummy she wasn’t even a full three months yet, “Are you okay benny?” she asks

“Yeah, I’m fine” I shrug

“Alright, don’t get wrapped up about it okay,” she smiled giving me a hug “Milks in the fridge, I’ll be home for dinner” she smiled giving me a kiss

“See you later darling” I told her

“Love you” she giggled

“Love you too” I laughed giving her an extra kiss, she smiled back and gave his head a kiss too before she got her bag

“You boys have fun” she laughed as she opened the door and hurried off to work, I smiled taking him sitting in his high chair by the table, he liked watching my play chess even if was only just about a year old. He kept making grabby hands towards the side of the table where my hat sat so I laughed picking it up and sitting it on his head even if it was miles too big for him

“It’s okay luke. You’ll grow into it” I laughed “But you're not having it properly, till you win. That's the rules, same for you as it was for me. Hey. You’re a watts. And that's the one thing no one can ever take away from you” I told him

#tbs #tbs fanfiction #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #benny #benny x reader #benny smut #benny imagine #benny watts #BENNYWATTS #bennywattssmut #benny watts imagine #benny watts smut

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frecklef0x · 4 years ago

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Mass Effect 1: Playthrough Masterpost

At last, I have finished Mass Effect 1!

I have heard some mutuals say they wish they could play it again for the first time, and you kind of can--through me! I’ve been posting little “episodes” of live-tweet-stream-of-consciousness as I play, and now I’ve compiled them into one post to make my life easier.

Anyway, here’s the first one, the rest are under the cut. :)

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode one

My ass looks great in this uniform, first of all

Impaled robo zombies, yikes

Cheap shot, Saren, smh. How will I pass my spectre test now?!

Why does he have robot eyes? Is he like, Geth-Turian? Why? Is he a robo zombie also? Was it the beacon???

Cool beacon nightmares, I'm sure this is fine

This Kaiden guy has implants? ORTEGA?!??!?

"Call me princess again and you'll be picking your teeth up off the floor" lol obliterated

The citadel elevators are very realistic, five minutes of tense silence huh

Ya girl got a PROMOTION and a DOPE SQUAD time to catch a TRAITOR

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode two

First things first, gotta go find the blue scientist to join the gang

This galaxy is HUGE! How many of these places will I actually be able to go?!

Only two friends at a time????? D:

Ah, a distress signal, let's see wha--A DESERT CENTIPEDE NOPE ABORT ABORT

Robo aliens? In MY Theronian mining facility? Its more likely than you think

Running over dudes in my Mako is extremely satisfying tbh

*runs over geth troopers* *runs over geth armature* *runs over geth colossus* ... *backs over geth colossus*

Working elevators in the ancient ruins ✔

Oooooooh man hope this nerd is gay

Wrex, a friend of yours? Nope, not a friend, too murdery

"ShAaaAame about the ruins Shep, sOooOo much collatoral damage, SHEP" stfu Council, "ruthless" was in the resume when you promoted us, 10/10 would shoot lasers through archeological digs again

When Kaiden calls us "ma'am" I am, uh, into it

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode three

Time to talk to the gang! Gotta meet the fam proper

Oh dear seems we got a shmee of racism on board, compatriots

Wow Raina, good foot-in-mouth moment with Wrex there huh...sorry about the eventual extinction of your race, lost this round of Pain Olympics

OH SHIT OH SHIT BLUE HOTTIE BIGENDER? THIS IS NOT A DRILL???

“hi I’m Kaiden wanna hear about my last crush ;)” “hi I’m Liara wanna hear about Asari mating rituals? ;)))” damn we really slidin right into the DMs no chill

Garrus: fuck rules and red tape amiright Raina: oh u right ;)

Guess I’ll actually do a mission now LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

Honestly rolling out with Tali and Liara is a mood, squad goals

Raina @ every corporation on Noveria: I would sell you to satan for one(1) corn chip

This reactivation puzzle is some shit

I see some Mistakes were made

We already killing moms at this stage damn BioWare

FUCK FUCK BENEZIA KILLED ME AND I LOST A FUCKTON OF PLAYTIME

THERES LIKE NO AUTOSAVE IN THIS BITCH FUUUUUUUUU

fuck fuck fuck god damn it gotta shoot a bunch of deranged baby bug people again god DAMN IT

Okay we killed Liara’s mom in front of her hope that’s fine

And we let mama bug go free because after talking to Wrex, Raina’s like “this galaxy is a little trigger happy with the genocide, good luck out there bug mama ❤️ be cool please”

I have literally watched the scientist in the hot labs get killed three times now

So far the debreifs with the council have not gone very well

“You let bug mama go?! How many generations until they take over everything???” “My money’s on two :D Place your bets now assholes or stfu :DDD”

Asked Liara if she was okay and she seems pretty Cool With It

I hope to one day return to Noveria and Death Star it into oblivion

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode four

Talked with Tali and this situation with the Geth and the Quarians is giving me an existential crisis

You “inspect” my beautiful ship? You got somethin’ to say about my crew??? Talk shit get hit, bitch I will kill you

Yoooo my old earth gang, yeah what the hell, I’ll help ou—oh nope nvm he’s a xenophobe, you hang him and I’ll shoot his friend in the face, thx for your time

Went to the citadel to finish some assignments, left tasked with twice as many

“dOn’T cUt CoRneRs” fear not dear Kaiden, I have a permit: this piece of paper that says I do what I want

Still with the elevators, I really cannot with this

“You make it all sound so...dangerous...” ;) ;))))))

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode five

Headin’ to Virmire to rendezvous with the Salarian team

A cure for the genophase?!?!?! :D

Oh wait oh no are we for real gonna talk about destroying the cure like Wrex isn’t standing right here omg

SHIT GUYS NO NOT LIKE THIS WREX PLEASE

Phew for a conversation that basically started with guns drawn, it went pretty well... “What Saren has isn’t even a proper cure, he’s just fucking with the Krogans at this point. Are we gonna stand for that? Or are we gonna murder?” “Damn Shep, you right, we gon’ murder”

Okay Ashley, go join the aliens, try not to die

Shadow Team!🎵 tearing through the base 🎶 disabling all the defenses 🎵 (you gotta sing it to the tune of the Trogdor song)

We free the prisoners!!! :)

We shoot the prisoners??? :(

“Raina? How can you shoot them where they stand?” So it’s more merciful to let them explode? NAH FAM

This scientist is responsible for the mind control stuff? For Benezia? Fine I’ll let her go but I hope she explodes

We did not learn our lesson concerning beacons I see

Wait if even Saren is worried about his mind control ship does that mean there are larger forces involved here?

Oh. Oh fuck

Ugh Ashley I EXPLICITLY TOLD YOU NOT TO DIE

(so we really never found any info about that genophase cure huh? disappointing)

Oh Seren, you dumb dumb. You absolute fool. Clown man.

When Raina slings Kaiden over her shoulder to carry him to the ship—mmmmmmmmwoooow I am very bisexual

Bruh Raina takes every council call and she disconnects pissed off every time

WAIT I literally just hung up with the council, ASHLEY is DEAD, and Kaiden needs a DTR RIGHT NOW?!?!? Boy, NO, READ THE ROOM

This has been a stressful day

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode six

Shepard will avoid her feelings and go to Faros instead

Seeing Ashley’s figure greyed out and her locker inaccessible makes me sad

Wrex and Garrus, let’s go shoot some geth 💪

A mind controlling planet—of course!

Shep gets all her renegade points shooting capitalists

Saved, uh, about half the colonists

If I have one more bad acid trip I stg

Oh nope here’s another one

Shep needs a nap

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode seven

Ah, the council. Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal.

At least Liara is good at pep talks ;)

Joker, you cockblock

Haha DUDE we airborne, you THOUGHT

Now that I am exiled from the Citadel, guess I’ll run some galactic errands:

o Killed corporate scientists who though we would rescue them lol

o Destroyed a bunch of geth camps helping Tali on her pilgrimage

o Disabled a nuke and killed some pirates

o Shut down some evil Cerberus experiments

o And illegally traded information!

Okay time to get back on track

So we may or may not be flying to our doom

OH GOD LIARA LOVES ME!!! RAINA, YOU DISASTER, YOU DID IT AAAAAH ❤️❤️❤️

frecklef0x plays mass effect: (ME1) episode eight

You know what I love? Being murdered by geth armatures

All these Ilos ruins be looking the same

Security panel is only kinda helpful

Oh, luckily I know Prothean now!

“CANNOT BE STOPPED” wow very encouraging, thanks

After that super motivating message and disabling security, its time to go down, down to goblin town

Vigil? Oh word?

My girlfriend is GEEKING out

I knew something what wrong with that fucking Citadel

Vigil: information is power. Also Vigil: What does it matter why they do what they do? All that matters is you stop them

“non-essential” personnel die first, huh? GROSS, VIGIL (gotta be honest that hits different in 2020)

Garrus gets it, I knew we liked that guy

Okay, find conduit, save galaxy, break millennium-old genocide cyle, nbd

Ugh Mako you gotta do me dirty one last time I see, I hate this thing

THE CONDUIT STRAIGHT YEETED MAKO

The citadel robot says we’re doomed : )

This shootout is SO fun, seriously

Saren get it toGETHER

Renegade Raina can kill with a conversation apparently, well done then

Concentrate on the Sovereign—why am I gonna save a council that hates my guts, sorry, but I have a JOB to DO that you ACTIVELY HINDERED

Great, zombie husk Saren, just what I needed as I mull over the possible consequences of my galaxy-altering decision

GO JOKER GO

Humanity-only council seems…questionable. Raina didn’t love the council but this sits wrong. Couldn’t we just appoint a more diverse council, including a human?

Anderson seems like a good enough dude, so…we’ll see.

TIME FOR WAR BOYS, GODDAMN WHAT A GAME

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lucalewds · 4 years ago

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Only You (Sun Wukong x OC) [NSFW]

Prompt: “You’re so cute when you blush like that~!”

This is also an AU where Sun Wukong doesn’t get rid of his mask. It’s too pretty. He’s pretty too but that mask... how could you just get rid of it...

Also GAY SMUT HAPPENS. Not explicit, it’s vanilla stuff mostly so don’t expect heavy smut.

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Jìngyi cleaned off the last table in the bar, taking the shot glasses and plates from it and putting them in a sink in the kitchen. He exhaled in relief knowing his shift was finally over. He took his apron off, hanging it up on a hook next to the exit.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Jìngyi called out to his coworkers before grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door.

He opened it, relieved to finally leave his stupid and exhausting job and relax—

“Jìngyi~!” A man in a golden mask said cheerfully, startling Jìngyi.

“AAAH!!” He yelped, tripping over his own feet and falling over onto the wet concrete.

“Hey, everything okay out there?” A coworker asked, leaning back to look at the door.

Jìngyi stood up, looking at the man who startled up. It was Sun Wukong. It was always him. Jìngyi huffed, picking himself up.

“I’m fine! I saw a rat. An ugly one.” He shouted back, giving Wukong an annoyed look.

He couldnt see it, but Wukong was obviously chuckling quietly underneath his mask.

“We need to do something about that.” The coworker said before going back to what he was doing.

Jìngyi shut the door before lightly hitting Wukong in the arm. “Don’t do that!”

Wukong laughed. His laugh always made Jìngyi smile which wasn’t helpful when he tried to be upset with him.

“Sorry sorry! It’s just too easy.” Wukong replied.

Jìngyi rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a small smile. He started walking, Wukong right next to him.

“Going home?” Wukong asked, walking backwards to talk face to face.

“I was but I’m guessing you want me to come over again.” Jìngyi replied.

Wukong gasped. “How’d you know?”

“I know you so well.”

“Sooooo...?”

“... Fine. But I can’t be up too late. I still have work tomorrow.”

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“Drink?” Wukong asked, holding up a bottle of god knows what up.

“Ugh, please.” Jìngyi replied.

Wukong smiled, pouring two glasses and climbing down to sit next to him on the couch.

“How was work?”

Jìngyi looked at him, knowing his question wasn’t serious. He sighed and took one of the drinks.

“My boss had a whole tantrum AGAIN,” he explained before taking a sip of his drink, wincing at he strong taste. “All of us where doing our job, I was cleaning tables as usual and suddenly, he slapped the tray I was holding out of my hand and started SCREAMING at me!”

“Yikes...” Wukong mumbled.

“I know. I just don’t understand...”

“You could always—“

“I’m not quitting.” Jìngyi gave him a stern look.

Wukong held his hands up. “I didn’t say that!”

“You were going to.”

“... yeah.” He chuckled.

Jìngyi sighed, running his hand through his black hair. “You always suggest that I quit...”

“Because I take care of you.”

“You give me money.”

“More than your job does...” Wukong mumbled in a sing-song voice. “Plus, I don’t ONLY give you money. Sheesh, you talk like I use you like a toy.”

“I know I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” Jìngyi leaned back, taking another sip of his drink.

A long silence took over the entire room as the two silently drank. Wukong looked over at Jìngyi who was very obviously tense and stressed from his work. Wukong smiled before putting his drink down and scooting closer to him.

“C’mon, I invited you over to have fun. Not make yourself more upset.”

“I know,” Jìngyi sighed, putting down his drink. “Sorry... I know you’re trying your best to make me happy...”

“Don’t be sorry. But just for tonight at least, relax and have fun...” Wukong wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Jìngyi felt his other hand move up his body slowly and almost discreetly.

Jìngyi shivered a bit, chuckling softly as his face turned a bright red.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing...” Jìngyi said with a knowing smile.

“What do you mean?” Wukong said, tilting his head.

Jìngyi shook his head. “Look, if you’re gonna seduce me, you better take that mask off first.

Wukong nodded, pulling away and taking off his mask. He placed it on the table in front of them as Jìngyi looked at him lovingly.

Once Wukong noticed the look on his face, he chuckled and pulled him close.

“You’re blushing!” he said teasingly.

“Am I?” Jìngyi replied, wrapping his arms over his partner’s shoulders.

“Mhm! You’re so cute when you blush like that...~!”

Jìngyi chuckled, leaning closer to his partner. Wukong held his waist gently, pulling him close.

“Are you going to kiss me already?” Jìngyi asked teasingly.

“I’m going to do way more than that, my love...~”

“Then why not get to the point, huh~?”

Jìngyi was suddenly pushed onto his back. He let out a grunt before Wukong leaned down to kiss him passionately. He kissed back, wrapping his legs around Wukong’s waist. He felt Wukong’s hand trail up his body and unbutton the top of his shirt. The two pulled away for air as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Jìngyi bit his lip as Wukong took his shirt off and stopped to admire his body.

“You’re beautiful...” he said softly.

“You always say that...”

“Because it’s true...”

Jìngyi chuckled, grabbing hold of his robe. “Your turn...~”

Wukong pulled away from him, taking off his robe as Jìngyi sat up to take off the shirt underneath. Once they were off, they went back to kissing as Wukong pulled him onto his lap.

“You’re already so hard...~” He whispered in his ear as he went to kiss his neck. Jìngyi giggled, grinding against him slowly. Wukong let out a low growl as he grabbed his hips, grinding roughly against him.

“Wukong... please...~” Jìngyi moaned softly.

“Please what, my love...? Speak up...~”

“Make me yours... please...~”

Wukong gently pushed him off his lap and started taking the rest of his clothes off. Jìngyi struggled to take his pants off until Wukong pulled him close and helped him. He pushed Jìngyi on his back again. He then took a moment to admire him for a few seconds.

“You’re adorable...~”

Jìngyi chuckled, blushing. “And you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met...~”

Wukong paused for a moment, processing the compliment. No one has ever said anything like that to him before and even though Jìngyi has said this before, it still surprised him because he knew he meant it.

He quickly blinked and smiled. He leaned down, kissing his neck softly. Jìngyi smiled and let out a breathy moan. After a minute or two of preparation, the room was filled with heated moans. Wukong held Jìngyi close, leaving bites and hickeys along his body. Jìngyi gripped Wukong’s hair, holding him tightly as they made love. His legs where wrapped around Wukong’s waist, trembling as he felt himself get closer to climax.

As he got faster, Wukong whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Jìngyi felt so lucky to the the one to hear him say such gentle things.

He hardly ever said them in public for good reason. Most people aren’t accepting of a relationship like theirs. Still, Wukong promised to make it work between them both.

Jìngyi was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt that one spot get hit, making him hit his climax finally. He moaned loudly, back arching off of the couch. Wukong soon came right after him, biting his lip and letting out a low moan. They two shared a long and passionate kiss before Wukong got up and put on his robe. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up...”

Jìngyi held his hand as he stood up. He wobbled a bit, landing into his partner’s arms. Wukong chuckled, kissing him in the forehead.

“I’m guessing I did well?” He said with a small chuckle.

Jìngyi smiled and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. “Mhm... thank you...”

“You’re very welcome... anything for you.”

Jìngyi gently pulled him down by his robe and kissed him softly. He kisses back, holding him close. They both pull away slowly and go get themselves cleaned up.

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Jìngyi woke up cuddled up on top of Wukong who was already awake. Jìngyi felt his hand stroke his hair gently.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! How did you sleep?” Wukong asked.

“Pretty good... last night was fun...”

“Mhm...”

“But unfortunately, I can’t stay all day this time. I have work.”

“You’re actually late.” He smiled.

“What!? Sun Wukong, you promised to wake me!!”

“I didn’t promise. Don’t worry; I let your boss know you weren’t coming in.”

“He hates when we take sick days!”

“I know. So I threatened him if he got angry about it.”

“Sun!!”

“I’m kidding. Kinda. Anyway, you want breakfast?”

Jìngyi sighed and kissed him softly. “Yes please.”

#nezha reborn #sun wukong #sun Wukong x oc #n/sfw #dizzy writes (fanfics)

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