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oceans and engines | b.b

Summary: Bradley’s leaving for the naval academy but that means leaving behind his girlfriend

Pairing: college!Bradley x ofc (character has no name, except mentions of nickname, Dove)

Content warnings: 18+ readers please, angst, kinda smut (aka, not explicit), religious references 

A/N: I have had major brain rot since I’ve watched Top Gun: Maverick, someone pls help me. I was listening to Oceans and Engines by NIKI and I had this idea for a while. I haven’t written in god knows how long so it’s probably terrible but I think I may have an idea for a part 2 so I may or may not write more, depending on how much actual work I get done in the next few weeks. So anyways, I hope you enjoy!

"So Naval Academy, huh?" She looked over to the voice next to her and shot them a look. "I'm just saying long distance is hard and with the kind of training he's gonna get, it's gonna be harder." 

She didn’t need to be told this; it’s not as if she hadn’t been thinking about it for the past 2 months since Bradley’s acceptance letter had arrived in the mail. “We’ll be fine,” she bites back before downing the rest of the drink and pushing through the throngs of people to find her boyfriend. She spots him at the bar doing shots with his friends in the flight suit costume that they had bought him. He looks good, she’ll give him that (but then again, if he can look good in those horrendous Hawaiian shirts, he can look good in practically anything), and most notably, he looks the happiest he has been since, well, maybe since the 3 and a half years she had known him. Bradley belongs up in the air, has been since he was about 2 years old and that was the one thing that she loved about him; she had never met someone who was more sure of themself than Bradley Bradshaw. But now, looking at him from across the bar, there’s the selfish part of her that wishes that there was some doubt so it wouldn’t be so easy for him to go. But that was unfair because while Bradley belonged in the air, her heart lies with music and if anyone asked her to give that up, she wouldn’t go down without a hell of a fight. 

He spots her from the bar and motions her over to which she smiles and shakes her head. She doesn’t want to be the one to put a damper on Bradley’s night, especially with his friends. All she can think about is how she wants to spend the last few moments they have together entwined in another, not in some dive bar playing 80s music with sticky bar tops and floors. But he pouts and she caves. He could ask her to do anything and she would probably do it no questions asked and sometimes that thought alone scared her more than anything. 

“Dove!” he throws his arm around her and kisses the top of her head as he pulls her in. He smells like whiskey and cheap beer, and is clearly intoxicated. He never calls her Dove in public; that was just their little thing. It’s not a big deal but it throws her off. 

“What’s with the name?” one of his buddies asks as he looks over at Bradley’s girlfriend.

“That’s her call sign. Y’know like in the Navy. It’s because she’s so kind, loyal, graceful and innocent like a little Dove. D’ya wanna know my call sign is gonna be? Rooster, because I have a big -” 

He’s not being an asshole on purpose, Bradley could never, but he is on the verge of acting like one now. And maybe if she was a bit more drunk and having more fun, she’d be laughing along with him and his buddies but instead she sits besides him, arm curled around her shoulder, picking at the label on a beer bottle as she tunes out of the conversation as she wonders is this a bad omen; how is it possible that two people who are so close to each other can be so far away. 

When they go home the air feels thicker in the room as they both lie curled up against each other on the twin sized bed they both have seemed to outgrow. Any other day and they'd probably be laughing at how ridiculous they look but neither of them said a word. Both just clinging onto each other, fingers and limbs intertwined, silently counting down the time they have left together. She buries her head into the crook of his neck and shifts, hoping the rustle of the sheets hides her sniffles. It's stupid because both of them knew this day was coming and somehow now that it's here, it hurt more than she had imagined it. There was a part of her that had to admit that maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he loved her more than he loved flying and when it came to it, Bradley would stay. He'd leave it all behind for her but that was ridiculous because she also knew that flying was one tie to his father and she could never ask him to let go of that. She loved him but not enough to be that selfish and he loved her but not enough to stay. 

"Little Dove," his voice is soft as he languidly strokes her hair, "We'll be okay. We can make this work." 

There's a hitch in his voice that makes her think that he doesn't believe it but she doesn't point it out. If he believed it, he wouldn't be crying too. Maybe it would be easier to just to end it here, no hard feelings or bad memories, just two people who loved each other but were on different paths in life and the least selfish thing to do was to let go. But in a blaze of blind optimism at the beginning of the relationship when they were both bright eyed 20-something year olds, they both decided that it was worth a try. There was a possibility that they were right, and perhaps they were that 1% that would pull through but chances were slim and she wouldn't be rushing to place any bets on it. 

She doesn't say anything (she's not sure if she can and even if she did find the right words to say, she can't trust that her voice would betray her and say reveal everything that she thought) and hooks her pinky finger against his. Her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, "Promise?" 

Such an innocent word also happens to be one of the cruelest things she could ever say to Bradley. She knows he would never break a promise, especially a pinky promise (those were sacred) but this is one that will inevitably be broken. There's a hesitantly pause and she feels him stiffen against her, and there's a part of her that wishes he'll be the first to break and stop this facade but he echoes her back, "Promise." 

Pettiness begins to effervesce deep within but she pulls the stopper before she says something she regrets and the last thing she wants to do is to end their time together in an argument over some silly little words. Instead, her eyes trace his features until she feels like she can remember every single scar, and then she leans up and kisses him. It's soft and desperate in a way that Bradley's never felt before, almost like he was her lifeline and she was trying to hold on. 

Her chest heaves as she pulls away, corners of her eyelashes wet and she tries to smile but her eyes don't crinkle into those little crescent moons that Bradley always found so endearing. He found himself counting the colours in her eyes, memorising every single piece of her before he forgets the little details, like the way she always smelt like vanilla with the hint of coconut, the way she crinkled her nose whenever she was embarrassed, or the sound of her laugh. These were the things that he wished he could engrave in his brain forever but sometimes he thinks even that isn't enough. 

Bradley presses a kiss to her forehead, then to each of her cheeks, and her nose before crashing his lips against hers. A soft whimper slips from her lips as he pulls away and he wishes he could save that sound forever in his memory. He probably would have teased her that any other day, but today, Bradley just wanted to savour this moment. Her eyes watch him carefully as he brushes her hair out of her face before diving back down to pepper kisses along her jaw to her neck. He knows exactly what she likes and when a moan falls from her lips, she swears she can feel him smirk against her neck. She thinks about the fact that no one may ever know her the way Bradley knows her, inside and out, and that thought alone makes her sick. 

But when Bradley’s hands are unbuttoning her shirt, lips slowly moving down as he does so, she can’t help but think of anything but him at this present moment. She throws her head back with a gasp when his tongue flicks across her nipple whilst his fingers flicks the other. He mumbles  something against her skin and the vibrations makes her shudder. 

“Bradley… don’t tease,” she gasps as she tangles her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him back to her lips. 

He looks up at her, pupils fully blown, lips swollen and messy hair. God, she has never seen something more attractive in her life and she loves him so much. “Tell me what you want,” his voice is raspy and that alone nearly makes her drop to her knees like he’s her altar. 

“You. All I have ever wanted is you.” 

There’s a pause, and she swears that she can see Bradley’s eyes darken before his hands are working underneath her shorts and he’s pressing soft kisses on her hips and down her thighs, ghosting past the places that she wants him the most. He lifts up his head, resting on her stomach with a dazed smile on his face and the way that the light illuminates him makes him look almost ethereal. He could belong in the Louvre but she wouldn’t want to share that image with anyone else. It was hers to keep and only hers. 

Her lips part with a gasp when his fingers finally reach her clit after what feels like an eternity. It’s nearly embarrassing how wet she is for him, especially when he’s barely touched her but she needs him too much to care. 

“Is this all for me?” Her hips buck into his hand when his finger swipes through her folds, dipping ever so slightly into her entrance. There’s a hint of smugness in his voice when he asks her because he knows what the answer is. 

“Yes,” she breathes as she moves her hips, trying to find some relief but he has her hips held down, “Always. No one can make me feel this way but you.”

Bradley seems satisfied with that answer as he grins before diving down like a starved man until she’s shaking and seeing blinding white spots of light. She repeats his name like she’s praying to him for her salvation as she reaches her climax. Knuckles white, clasping onto him for dear life. She’s going to leave marks on his back and the thought of him being marred with little crescent moons on his back and shoulders fill her with satisfaction. It was a reminder that he’s hers (until he isn’t anymore). “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whimpers into the crook of his neck as he rides out his own release.

It doesn’t take long for Bradley to fall asleep; it never does after sex. But for her, she’s never been able to sleep well. Being next to Bradley always helped, but the thought of having to sleep without him keeps her up. He won’t be there to stroke her hair until she falls asleep before he does and she goes through all the things she can try to help her sleep without him. She can do this, she tells herself as she watches him. So peaceful and innocent. She wants to remember him this way before she shatters every piece of his heart but it’s for the best. She has to leave because she knows Bradley would never leave her first. Every person Bradley has ever cared about has always left him so he’ll never be the first one to leave. 

There’s a note on the bedside table for when he wakes and she hopes he can forgive her even if he doesn’t understand. She glances at the bed as she pauses at the door, one foot in, one foot out. If he wakes now, he’ll stop her, but he’s still blissfully unaware. The more she waits, the more she can’t bring herself to go, but no, she knows it’s what she has to do. With that, she takes a deep breath, closes the door and walks away without turning back. 

[nesssblog]

Monster AU:

“You KILLED A DRAGON?!?”

TW: Death, Torture, Blood, body horror yk yk?

The forest was large, coarse, and Ishigami had been walking for god knows how long. He didn’t want to join the group, but he was begrudgingly dragged along. “Ah. Where are we going again?” Ishigami muttered under his breath. “Just looking for one of those monsters, maybe killing one of ‘em would give us some reward!” One of the members, Ben, told him.

Ishigami sighed. ‘Why did I agree to this..’ He thought. Someone patted his shoulder, and he looked at him. “Ishigami, my boy. Why the sad face?” Taro smiled at him. “Nothing, father.” Ishigami forced a smile, he didn’t want his father to worry, after all.

“A samurai shan’t back down in the face of danger, my son.” His father said. “Hai.. I got it, father.” Ishigami said, with a small smile. “That sword of yours hasn’t killed anything yet. Would be a shame if such a good blade was put to waste, Ryota.” One of the members teased him. He glared at the member, and was about to open his mouth when a rustling was heard in the bushes.

The group immediately got into a defensive stance. “Who’s there!?” Taro yelled. “Probably just another woodland creature, Oto-san..” Ishigami said, shaking. “You scared, Ishi?” “Shut your mouth, clown.” He told the heavily made-up man, wh chuckled in response.

The trees rustled, and leaves went flying. Ishigami and his father got their swords out.

“Please, we mean no harm. Well, for the most part-“ Ishigami said. “Come out here, you monster!” A rather burly member said. A bluish blur flew up to the skies, circling around them.

“It’s the dragon! The one they assigned us to!” A member yelled, readying his bow. “Those scales are very sought after, and such a pretty blue color too.” Taro commented. “Ishigami, this job is for us. As a rookie, this dragon’s too intense for you.” He told him. “But- I’m a grown man-“ Ishigami protested. “And stay put.”

The dragon circled around them once more, and swooped down to a different part of the forest. “Alright, come to papa. You scaly bastard..” The burly member, Jun, said, going towards the direction it was headed.

Ishigami felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he and the group followed suit. “Father.. Should we continue?” He shuddered.”Oh, Ishigami. You were always such a pacifist..” Taro patted his shoulder. “But we must. It’s assigned to us.” He expressed.

Ishigami was confused. Most of these monsters don’t bother humanity, yet why do we try to kill them? “Do we have to? I have a bad feeling about that dragon.. It had a powerful aura to it..” Ishigami told his father with concern.

“Ishigami.. Those kinds have no interest in the human world, they’re too busy with their duties.” Taro reassured him. “And why would a dragon like that hang around a forest?” He asked his son.

“But fathe-“ “Son. Do you remember those lives lost during that shipwreck? That was the work of a monster.” Taro said. “Remember every single famine, or wildfire, or raid? All monsters.” He gritted his teeth, and squeezed his son’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you should talk abou-“ “We are samurai, Ishigami. We must eliminate or capture any rogue monsters.” His father advised him. “For it is our duty. Just like how every single being on this earth has a purpose.”

“Except for some..” He uttered under his breath, glaring at a tree. “There! Found him.” They pointed at the dragon, looking around.

“Ishigami, get me that net.” Taro said, gesturing towards the bag. “Hai…” He breathed, handing it to him.

“Steady now…” They held different parts of the net. It was a special kind, one that trapped monsters. Well, ordinary ones.

Jun stepped on a branch, causing the Dragon to cock its head towards them. The dragon immediately got into a flying stance. “Now!” Taro yelled, and they tried to cover the dragon with the net.

The dragon roared, and growled. It seemed like it was.. speaking? “Father, That dragon’s talking!” Ishigami said, as he looked at the dragon with guilt.

“A lot of monsters talk, Ishigami..” Jun rolled his eyes, and he tightened the net. The dragon was thrashing about, his tail almost violently wacking the others.

“Please! I just want to leave..” The dragon yelled. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. You’ll probably burn down a village.” Taro said. “We know you dragons…”

The Dragon looked at them with fear in his eyes. “Yuzuru! Get me those chemicals.. We’re putting this big guy to sleep!” Jun ordered. The dragon’ eyes widened, and he jerked as hard as he could to escape.

He ended up tearing apart the net, the remnants landing on the ground. The group looked at it with disbelief.

Dragon snarled, and glared at the group. His claws digging into the ground.

“How dare you human filth, trapping me like I’m some- animal!” Dragon yelled. The group took this as a challenge and got out their weapons.

Yuzuru, hiding in a bush, aimed at the dragon. He gripped his bow, and shot. It stabbed the dragon, earning a pained roar. The group yelled a battle cry, and started to attack.

“He’s a threat!” Ben yelled as he stabbed him with a sword. “Ishigami, stay put. We don’t want this monster hurting you.” Taro said. Ishigami looked at the battle, the poor dragon was outnumbered.

“No! Please! I was just trying to..!” The Dragon cried out.

“Save it for hell, you monster.” Jun said, slicing him. The Dragon hissed at the pain, everything was going too fast.

The violence lasted for a few minutes, and Ishigami desperately wanted to look away. ‘Why were they hurting him!’ He thought.

“Stop! We just have to capture it!” Ishigami tried to reason, but it all fell onto deaf ears. They couldn’t hear him, like they were blinded by something, possessed to keep attacking. “Are you all trying to kill it?!” He yelled.

“Don’t feel bad, it tried attacking first.” Yuzuru mumbled. “But he was just warning us!” Ishigami said, as he tried to pull them away. Taro pushed him away. “Not your battle, son! Stay out!” His father said, in a booming tone.

‘That’s not my father.. Why has he become just as bad as the monsters he warned me about..’ Ishigami thought. His mind raced as he thought of a way to stop them.

“I’m so sorry..” Ishigami mouthed out.

“Why aren’t you helping..” The dragon muttered, and glared at him.

“Are you looking at my son, you monster?” Taro said, as he cleaned his blade.

He pointed it in between the dragon’s eyes. “Just one push, and you’re gone.” He said. his eyes glowing a purple hue. Dragon noticed this and had a terrified look.

“He’s practically gone already! Look!” Jun cackled. “Please..I was just looking for someone..” Dragon cried, his tears dropping to the ground. “Well, too bad.”

The Dragon clawed, and scratched at them yet to no avail. “Have a nice ride to the afterlife.” Taro commented, as he dealt a finishing stab. Driving it as deep as he could. The dragon coughed out blue blood, and it splattered some on the ground.

He was getting lightheaded, and the last thing he saw was Ishigami, looking at him with tearful eyes. ‘May you all suffer..’ He mouthed before his eyes drooped.

His energy was running out, and the group snapped out of it. “Oh, we killed it!” Jun said, as the dragon laid down on the ground, his blood staining the grass. “Why..?” He muttered.

Ishigami could only stare as the dragon was trying to hang on to its last breath. His wounds were becoming too much. The Dragon was breathing heavily, and shivering.

However, the moment the dragon stopped moving. A bright light emitted from the ground, blinding them.

They opened their eyes and they were in a dark area, with a blue-ish hue. In the middle of it, seated atop a cushion of flames, was an incredibly large dragon. It looked exactly like the one-

“Oh no…” Ishigami muttered. “You… You have killed my son.” The dragon snarled at them. The group was frozen in fear, whether it was the intimidating aura or the chilly breeze in the secluded room.

They all bowed down. “How pitiful.. Killing my heir, who helps me keep everything in order..” The King growled. “Do you KNOW what you’ve done? The world will go into chaos..”

The dragon’s eyes glowed a bright blue. “I’d have half a mind to not kill you where you stand.” Flames grew from the side of his mouth. “Please, spare us! We had no idea we killed him. Like something possessed us!” Taro yelled.

“AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO TALK BACK?!” The King shouted, as he floated towards the group. “No excuse can save you..” He growled.

“Please, we’ll do anything!” Ishigami cried. The dragon looked at them, and went back to Ishigami. “You. You were watching as your group mercilessly killed my son.” He said. “And you. Did. Nothing.” He inched closer, sneering at him.

Ishigami looked up at him with terrified eyes. The dragon glared. “I’m saving you for last.. Have fun watching your team suffer.” The dragon said, before swooping down and taking a crew member.

He made them levitate, and started to distort their body in such a grusome way. Before sending them back to the living world, but as a husk of themself.

He did this to the rest, as the remaining members could only watch as their allies got turned into the very thing they were told to destroy. Monsters.. Their human features were stripped from them, leaving only a spine-chilling appearance.

Until there was only Ishigami and his father left. Taro looked at his son, and embraced him, for they do not know if they’ll ever meet again. “Ryota.. I am so sorry…” He said, as his son teared up. “No..” Ishigami muttered.

“How cute.. You get to have a special moment with your son before I damn you to eternal pain. I never got to.” The Dragon King inched closer to Taro.

Ishigami cried as he watched his father turn into a monster, the screams were becoming too much for him, so he closed his eyes. Just as the screaming stopped and his father vanished

Now, the dragon was staring at Ishigami. He was alone with the most powerful being in the skies.

“Don’t you feel bad? That you just watched, while he suffered?” The King slithered around him. He hovered Ishigami up.

His throat was burning, and the Dragon King slowly stretched his neck. Ishigami wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

The Dragon King felt pity for him, but he did what had to be done. To teach them a lesson.

Tears fell from his eyes again, he felt a burning sensation in his throat. “I.. I’m.. Sorr…” He tried to get the words out, but the pain was unbearable. He closed his eyes.

A few seconds passed , and now Ishigami passed out. “How pitiful..” The Dragon King said, putting him through a portal to the living world.

Ishigami opened his eyes, to see that he was laying on the grass. The sun assaulted his sensitive eyes, and he hissed.

He looked at himself, and yelled. “I’m hideous…” He muttered. He touched the back of his neck, and felt a lot of excess skin. “So it wasn’t a nightmare…”

Now, he’s all alone.. As a monster.

[bnesszai]

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And noooow.... I guess ima make a small pinned post here with uh some quick facts? Here goes

- i go by Ness

- they/them pronouns

-west coast of the usa

- i'm over 21

-RB heavy

-bnessz on ao3, writing tag is #ness writes

- this account is multifandom and i will scream and sob about whatever is creating feelings in me that day so. follow at your own risk i guess

- most commonly: one piece, the owl house, fairy tail, and pjo UPDATE current brainrot is bsd

- my tag for personal posts is #ness stfu so feel free to block that if you don't want to see non fandom stuffs

- i am very busy with work and life, but i love talking to people, so feel free to bombard my asks or comments or dm or whatever

- it may take me 8 years to respond but i promise i will

- um yeah idk i write sometimes so. yay

- i'm a creative writing major but also a moron so be prepared for typos and misreadings

- kay idk who or what or why i am so BYEEEE~

[binahfaes]

How strangely intimate, the act of watching Haru peel back the covers and settle down for the night, fluffy copper brown hair sticking out at odd angles which he still manages to make look endearing. Once Haru’s settled, he takes off his glasses, places them over on the small bedside where the lamp sits. That, the gentle clack of the frames against the oak wood of the table, suddenly makes all this so much more real to Jamie, his stomach swooping again. How could it not, as Jamie takes in Haru, the way the soft lamp light gives him a golden glow?

Jamie comes to find Haru after he lets Lottie go, and they share a bed.

[yanqing-ia]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiāng Yànlí/Wēn Qíng Characters: Jiāng Yànlí, Wēn Qíng Additional Tags: Pining, Not Canon Compliant, i mean theyre lesbians in this so, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Bittersweet Ending, Extended Metaphors, more based on cql canon, Light Angst, How Do I Tag

Summary:

She lets the thoughts fester and spread, lets the fire grow but does not put it out.

Wen Qing's soft touch and softer smiles, her lips that Jiang YanLi imagines pressing her own against. Breathing in the faint scent of herbs and warm summer evenings, holding her face in her hands and feeling the soft skin she longs to touch. Sometimes, she longs so much it aches.

These are things she cannot have.

-

Jiang YanLi finds herself falling for Wen Qing.

[tommymllrr]

so um guess who started a collection of maruki/reader fics (its actually the first post in the tag on ao3 please someone else join me) and will be writing more maybe?? if people read this piece and seem to like it then i’ll be inclined to write more bc i have a lot of feelings??

[also warning for light late-game p5r spoilers and mention of character death]

[writingsofness]

Headcanons for how viren kisses? Sweet and chaste and full on snogging lol🤪 thank you! I love your writing!

Hooooo boy

Most often kisses with Viren are short and sweet, a goodbye before he leaves in the morning and a hello when he comes back in the evening

He’s a busy man and he doesn’t always have time for more than that in the day to day

Just a simple press of the lips that gets the point across

He usually hugs you to accompany these kisses, just a loose arm around your waist to keep you close to him for a moment

Maybe he rests his forehead on yours and breathes in your scent before pecking you on the lips and going on his way

On the other hand.........

Viren likes to dominate, he likes to be in charge of people, and he likes to be respected and even feared

So it’s no surprise that when things get heated he’s rough, demanding

He’ll grab your hips and kiss you with a hunger that leaves you weak in the knees

He loves pushing you up against a wall, caging you in with his arms, pressing his body to yours so you know how badly he wants you

Alternatively, if you are anywhere near his desk he’ll lift you onto the edge and settle between your thighs and kiss the shit out of you

He’s a good kisser, he knows when to use his tongue and when to break away and kiss your neck and how to make you completely breathless

Dear God forgive me, for I have sinned.

[catguangcorner]

Floofy Raydia hcs 💮☕💜

- Claudia always puts her hair up and adds a lil flower when she goes on dates with Rayla (at first anyway)

- it's cos her mum always used to do cool braids, but she never learnt how (too busy making dark magic pancakes) so a bun is the literal limit of her hair skills

- Rayla notices and thinks it's cute

- she starts to teach Claudia how to do all these different braids (like the one that was in her hair)

- Claudia loVES it when Rayla does her hair. She finds it super relaxing and adores the sensation of fingers running through her hair

- In return, Claudia makes Rayla flower crowns, and Rayla will wear them as they walk together hand in hand by the flowing stream or weaving between trees

- Rayla loves hugs, and so whenever Claudia notices her gf is a lil down, she'll hug her from behind and give her a peck on the cheek

- when they had their first kiss, Claudia couldn't stop giggling, cos she was so nervous, and Rayla was a lil bit angry ("why are you laughing? It— its not that funny..") and they bump noses and Rayla doesn't know where to put her hands but it's perfect, and the two can't stop thinking about it days after

- sometimes when Claudia's reading, Rayla will ask for her to read aloud, and a lot of the time it puts her to sleep

- when that happens, Claudia softly puts her book down and pressed a sleepy kiss to her forehead, finding that she's tired too, and can't be bothered to go to her own bed

- They go moonberry hunting together and hold hands, swinging them back and forth all goofy like as they scout out for the berries and talk about nothing and everything

- They're Lesbians Harold

[multifandomsimagine]

Being a mortal and dating both Annabeth and Percy would include…

Author’s Note: No one requested it but for some reason, I got hit with some inspiration for Percy Jackson so here this is. I haven't read the series in a long time so forgive me for some OOCness. I just wanted to get this out before the inspiration went away lol

It’s because you can see through the mist that allowed you to meet the two of them

The two had been on a quest and as they were fighting the monster, you were able to see the whole scene in all its glory

But it also gave you a front-row seat to the action - the battle had strayed close to where you were hiding and one sword swing from Percy led the monster to get near you and take you as a hostage

The monster gave you a nice big but shallow cut as it taunted Percy but that was the distraction Annabeth needed to come from behind and finish it off with her Celestial bronze knife

After it was defeated, they came over to you to help you. Annabeth helped wrap up your injury - she had to learn some first aid with how much trouble Percy gets himself into - while Percy profusely apologized to you

The two offered to take you to a child of Apollo to heal you cause what if the wound has some mythical side effect. There was no way any ordinary doctor would be able to heal that plus it was the least they could do as they accidentally dragged you into this mess

And it was through that you began talking as you asked them questions about this other world you had no idea existed while the two tried to get your mind off of any pain you felt

This led to you all exchanging contact information where you three continued talking to each other until your relationship blossomed

I didn’t want just to focus on the meeting so I’m ending this here. Sorry you guys

Because demigods attract monsters, the two of them would teach you self-defense so that you know how to protect yourself

Percy would teach you how to use weapons though it is primarily the sword and even gift you a celestial bronze made by his brother Tyson

Annabeth helps you build up your agility and with hand-to-hand combat

Percy is there to offer advice though he can't help but tease you two when Annabeth pins you down and makes suggestive commentary which makes the blonde shake her head and try to hide a grin while you grow flustered

"Seaweed Brain, get your head out of the gutter!"

One of the first things Percy wants to do after he and Annabeth introduce you to their world is take you on a pegasus ride

"I don't know, Percy."

"Blackjack would never let you fall off, [Name]. You'll be flying with an expert here."

"It's safe, [Name]. If I thought this knucklehead was putting you in any danger, I would have been the first to stop him."

"Ouch Annabeth. Nice to see you trust my judgment."

"Well, your track record isn't the best."

"[Name], Don't agree with her! That was one time!"

Dating these two means you're going to learn first aid. Though they can eat ambrosia and nectar to heal themselves, it feels nice to be doted and fretted on by you so they come to you for small and non-serious injuries. Though they do get scolded a bit for being reckless - Percy more than Annabeth - they'll take it cause it means you care and worry for them.

You kissing their injuries better is a plus too

If you're not afraid of bugs, then Annabeth has gained another person to kill spiders for her which gains you a kiss of gratitude each time she calls out for you or Percy to kill one.

"Thank you, [Name]!" She tells you as you wrap the dead spider in a napkin and throw it away. Pressing a kiss to your cheek when you walk back to her side, she explains: "Spiders and children of Athena don't have the best history."

But if you are, then you and Annabeth hug each other for support in the farthest corner of the room as you both yell for Percy to come to save you two.

"Percy!" You both yell, standing on the couch and holding each other's hand as you keep a trained eye on the spider. You two slowly move further away but you and Annabeth let out a shriek of terror when it began walking toward you. "Percy, it's moving!"

The son of Poseidon hurries into the room with his shoe in hand as his eyes jump around the room trying to locate it. "Your hero is here!"

Annabeth would love to talk to you about history and tell you all about the Greek myths she knows. The two of you would bond about books and share your knowledge with each other. You listen with fascination as she shows you the latest plans of a building she's designed, nodding while she explains the decision behind each choice and in turn, she listed with great interest as you tell her all about your passion

"[Name], I saw this book and I thought it would be perfect for you. You mentioned wanting to learn more about this so I got it for you."

Percy would definitely like to brag about having two beautiful and smart girlfriends

"Did I ever tell you guys how we met [Name]? It's a story for the ages."

"Percy, you tell this story like every other day."

"....okay so there Annabeth and I were..."

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

touchin’ like we know each other !

physical touch headcanons

gender neutral reader

—pinching his cheek

Truth be told, Ness likes to be babied a bit. He fulfills his role in Bastard Munchen like his life depends on it, often playing the cut-throat supporting role for Kaiser and his belligerent playstyle. So a slightly childish part of Ness wants to be a bit greedy with receiving praise and affection in the same way that Kaiser does, wanting to be acknowledged rather than constantly being his biggest supporter. While he won’t outright say that he wants you to fawn over him all the time, he enjoys being coddled by you a lot more than he thinks.

Having his cheeks pinched is something he would never admit to enjoying given how much his team would tease the living daylights out of him, but he likes how you always lavish him with attention whenever you touch him. Sometimes it’ll be a quick gesture to get him to loosen up before a big game, and other times you’ll do it to catch his attention when he’s distracted. But it’s such a cute yet casual motion, it reminds Ness of how close the two of you are.

He also likes the slight contrast between who he is as a person and how you treat him. He’s an athlete with a bright future, and he could literally overpower you physically without doing much, yet here you are, fearlessly babying him and feeling up his face whenever it strikes you. Despite all the rigorous training he goes through, Ness knows he still has a bit of a babyface (and one hell of a poised smile too), so it’s always jarring to think that while he must come off as a ferocious opponent to some players, he’s just mochi-faced Ness to you.

Sometimes he’ll pinch your cheeks too, just to mess with you. It’s cute when you get all flustered and stunned, always used to being the one to do it to him. He likes riling you up only to smile at you angelically like he always does, blatantly wearing his satisfaction all over his face. If you let him get carried away with it, he’ll trail after you for as long as he can. Lying in wait for the perfect chance, he’ll stick by your side as if glued to your hip to swoop in and catch you when you let your guard down. Don’t worry—he’ll make sure the rest of his team doesn’t see you with your face stretched out in between his hands.

“Did I play well today? Yay, I’m glad to hear! Kaiser’s playing is really amazing, isn’t it? It’s fun to see my magic work out. Won’t you reward me for always giving it my all?”

—kissing his eyelids

Chigiri likes reveling in the calm after the storm. After giving it all while playing, what he needs to unwind is something that can take his mind off of things for a little while. He’s still looking for ways to improve and utilize his full potential, but he’s more than his skillset at the end of the day. He wants someone who can hold him and tell him he’s doing great as he is, reminding him that these quiet cadences in between high tension moments are necessary to ground him.

Chigiri finds himself at his happiest when he’s laying down, his head resting in your lap. It would be so easy to just drift away and forget the world as he is, but he wants to stay awake for a little bit more to watch your face and lose himself in your presence. Sometimes you’ll play with his hair or distract yourself by watching something on your phone, but you never fail to lean down every once in a while to kiss his eyes and call him your precious pretty boy.

He never knew such a simple thing could make his heart flutter so much. He’s been stuck in his head for too long, focusing too much on ‘what ifs’ and his own fears, that such a small act of intimacy is enough to throw him off entirely. Chigiri wants to become more graceful at taking whatever kisses you send his way, so he isn’t staring dumbfounded at you with his cheeks turning the same shade of red as his hair. He feels like a schoolgirl with a crush when you beam down at him as if nothing happened, and the butterflies in his stomach are enough to keep him up the entire night.

Unlike some of the other boys who would rather die than be caught doing anything couple-y in front of their teammates, Chigiri has absolutely no issues with it. He’ll smugly walk onto the field after you kiss him good luck, knowing perfectly well that he’ll give it his all as usual when he knows you’re cheering him on so thoroughly. His teammates can only dream of having such a supportive significant other as you, and he always looks to you with pride when he spots you in the seats during practice or actual games.

“Do you like kissing me on my eyelids that much? You do? You’re making me shy… It’s fine. I don’t want you to stop. Kiss me again?”

—adjusting his appearance

Yukimiya is used to having eyes on him all the time. Even away from having people always evaluating him for his athletic career, he’s used to being stared at whenever he’s on the street or being ogled by the people who directly help with his modeling career. He doesn’t think too much of it usually, but sometimes he wants a breather where he can exist without someone scrutinizing him from some angle. This is why he likes being with you so much. You never treat him like some spectacle. He’s your boyfriend, and that’s all there is to it.

And whenever you adjust his appearance, it’s never to make him more “palatable” or “professional.” You do it to help him out. It’s never these glasses will make you look more handsome, it’s you’ll get a headache if you wear your glasses crooked for so long, Yuki. You really have nothing but his best interest in mind at all times, and you don’t care about how he looks. He could be coming straight from a modeling job or be rolling out of bed; you love him all the same.

He especially likes it when you fix his clothes a bit. It warms his heart whenever you take a moment to button up his coat for him or smooth out his hair, your hands lingering over his body enough to make his heart skip a beat. It’s a kind of everyday, domestic intimacy that Yukimiya learned to appreciate while he can. They don’t come often for someone who always has to stay poised and ready like him, and he devours your cozy love like the starved man he is. 

Yukimiya swears that one day he’ll work up the courage and the status to do whatever he wants with you. He won’t do anything rash, but he wants to be comfortable enough with his job and himself to be able to kiss you and hold you in public, to not have to be so reliant on these quick touches and fleeting gestures to satisfy his longing heart. But until then, he’ll ask you to continue being patient with him, and he promises that he’ll return your love tenfold when he can.

“I have something on my face…? Would you mind getting it for me? Thank you, love. You’re always so kind to me. It makes me very happy. I hope you know that!”

—hooking your arm around his

Reo has been raised to be a gentleman, only ever getting aggressive when the situation calls for it. He follows his own desires, refusing to give them up no matter what, and his love for you runs deep in the same way. But he won’t ever let you be harmed by his own greedy wants, preferring to show the more polished and smooth side of him more than the desperate boy within him that wants something to keep him on his toes. He’ll be the ideal boyfriend, being your knight-in-shining-armor (or a shining limousine) and never pushing you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Which is why he likes it so much when you sometimes take the initiative and confirm that you feel the same way about him. You hooking your arm around his tells him that you like being around him enough to actively go out of your way to get closer to him, and despite all the immense pressure around the two of you due to his status as an heir, you don’t mind being seen with him in a way that’s clearly romantic. It makes his heart swell up with happiness to be parading around the street with you latched onto the crook of his elbow like a normal couple, and with how cute the two of you are, you’re bound to leave everyone green with jealousy.

To top it off, at the end of every hangout or date with him, Reo will insist on escorting you back home. Not only is it a way for him to make sure you get home safe, it’s also a great excuse to spend a few more minutes with you. He cherishes these stolen moments: walking through your town with you right next to him, arms entangled together, away from the chaos of Blue Lock and his family, with nothing but the rising stars and the elegant moon to witness you kissing him goodnight before being dropped off. 

Reo can’t wait for the day where you won’t ever have to let go. He might keep a picture of you like that saved and stashed away somewhere in his room. The two of you on a small date, side-by-side, lost in each other: whenever he finds himself missing you, he’ll pull it out to stare at it before smiling like the lovestruck fool he is. He might even gush about it to Nagi, chatting the poor boy’s ear off about how he wishes you were there right now to cling to him until Nagi eventually smothers Reo with a pillow so he can go back to gaming in peace.

“Hold me tight, and stay on this side of the sidewalk, okay? It’s not safe to walk close to the road. Don’t worry! I’ll protect you! You can always count on me.”

x

[thoughtkick]

You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

[nesssblog]

adarna dump:

Adarna used to be a part of Branch B, before there was a women’s division.

Basically, The SPO Guys had a bird gal with them 👍 And SHE SWEEPED THE FIRST TWO CIRCUITS LIKE- until muscle < / 3

“Alright, Leonora’s gonna be in this branch as a placeholder, don’t get attached she’s temporary.”

“kk got it.”

branch b a few months later: “shit. she’s adorable.” /hj

Most of them like the bird gal’s company, some way more than others *cough* dragon *cough*

She’s very insecure about her height and stature, often wishing she was more graceful-looking, and smaller. But she has been said to be very beautiful, (so idk what she’s talking about lmfao /hj)

The bonding moments between Branch B end horribly- She’s often tagged along, to at least try and clean up.

she’s very intimidated by the special circuit, but Narcis seems to tolerate her. and Hoy too!

Her and Bob go out for karaoke , and the two kill it! Well, Bob helps her out when she starts to get discomfort while singing.

[bnesszai]

i know that this time of day is terrible for posting but i often make poor decisions so here we are

[binahfaes]

guys i have so many fun au ideas alright hear me out cos i may never write this BUT—

lollie tangled!au (with a side of jaru)

lottie is obviously rapunzel! she's stolen at birth and is actually the lost mayfutt princess and has no idea, she's presumed dead throughout the kingdom of Rosewood

ellie is a princess from a faraway kingdom—she runs away (with jamie at her side), cuts her hair and lives life as a vigilante being gay and doing crime (much to the dismay of jamie.) the king and queen of maradova have a high bounty for whoever brings the princess back safe, but so few people have any idea ellie wolf is eleanor wolfson of maradova

i kinda still want the claude stuff/jamie being the secret prince so MAYBE haru is also sent after jamie but ends up falling for him yknow how it goes

it's just a wild goose chase

i don't even remembers what happens in tangled i haven't watched it for ages but do you SEE the vision

[perfectquote]

You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

[unclewaynemunson]

Okay how about a stranger things / queer eye crossover?

Obviously Eddie is their hero because he has been through literal hell and back and doesn’t exactly have his life together. He watched a friend be brutally murdered in front of him in his living room, he's been wrongfully accused of being a satanic serial killer, he nearly died in the process of protecting his friends, and his home got completely uninhabitable. He needs help. A lot of it. And the fab5 are SO ready to give it to him.

Bobby builds him and Wayne a supercool new trailer from scratch. He gets both of them their own bedroom that perfectly fits their vibes and makes the living room completely different from the one they used to have to wipe away the bad memories and make it into a safe space where they can hang out together and invite friends over. Wayne isn’t allowed to see how it progresses through the week, but no one can keep him away. He wants to help Bobby with the project and doesn’t take no for an answer. They end up becoming best buddies in the process. Bobby, also having ran away from home as a teenager, can relate to Eddie quite well, so he gets very emotional when he sees that Eddie has this relative who has always looked out for him and had his back.

Tan is very excited about expanding Eddie's wardrobe from washed-out band shirts to higher quality blacks. He genuinely loves Eddie's edgy style and loves giving him the means to elevate his wardrobe. Eddie is also down to try some new things so Tan gets him in heels and a badass black skirt with fishnets at some point, which he ROCKS. He also takes Eddie to a fashion designer so that they can design a new Hellfire shirt and Corroded Coffin merch together while doing some bonding.

Jonathan is HORRIFIED when he finds out that Eddie's only grooming product is a 13-in-1 shampoo/soap/face wash/shaving cream/toothpaste/body milk/motor oil kinda thing. That doesn’t stop him from swooning over Eddie's locks non-stop. He never even suggests cutting Eddie’s hair: he fixes up his bangs a little bit and gives him some good oils for curly hair that give him a major glow-up. (He also tries to talk him into a proper skincare routine but everybody knows it’s not gonna last more than approximately 1.4 days)

Antoni literally cries when he sees the Munsons’ sad tiny kitchen and has Bobby swear he’ll give them something better in their new home. Eddie has the weirdest eating habits, he loves completely gross combinations like honeycombs in orange juice or chocolate with cheese. Antoni is slightly concerned but mostly impressed by his boldness. Eddie isn’t a bad cook per se, but he’s very experimental and completely unhinged in the kitchen, so Antoni tries teaching him some guest-friendly meal that won’t make anybody’s tastebuds implode. Eddie isn’t that into it but he tries his best to impress Antoni because, let’s be honest, Antoni is hot and exactly Eddie’s type.

Karamo teaches Eddie that he needs to heal on the inside as well as the outside. He takes him outside of Hawkins, to a Lord of the Rings convention in the city, somewhere he can be himself completely and leave the ugly comments he still has to deal with everyday behind him. Eddie doesn’t exactly like to talk about everything that happened to him, but Karamo takes his time to break him down and build him back up again. He also invites Eddie’s band/D&D friends to join them for a while, in order to make Eddie talk to them about his traumas, and to show him that his friends will always support him. It’s tough for Eddie, but in the end, it really helps him trust his friends and himself again.

At the house reveal, Eddie sees Wayne cry for the first time in his life. His uncle just BREAKS when he sees Eddie’s awestruck face; he can’t stop sobbing and he needs Bobby to hold him. Eddie himself can’t stop grinning the whole time. Everybody he cares about is there and the trailer park almost seems like a beautiful place.