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“I THINK I LIKE YOU” — sero hanta x gn!reader smau
AAAA this was so silly esp considering hanta is my FAVVVVVV!!!! also i guess this is a part 2??? i think. ml @miyamoratsumuu rq’d this along with others wanting a part 2!!!! i like to think hanta gives u song recs + texts u lyrics to his fav songs, so that’s what those ss’s are HEHEHE. also i think he’s super bold over text but not in person.
part 1 || part 2
SERO TEXTING YOU
SERO TEXTING DENKI + DENKI TEXTING YOU
SERO’S CONFESSION
#I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP#BUT THEN I SAW THIS NOTIF#OMGGDJSBDH LIV ILYSM#THE SONG RECS AND LYRICS#I LOVEEE#literally sharing tastes in music is one of my biggest love languages omay#AND DENKI PLS#“they loterally want you so bad”#KAMINARI ILY 😭😭#also that was the best way to ask someone out AGHHH#LIV ILY ILY ILY TYSM FOR THIS#I'm sleeping SO good tonight omg#🖇️frans; [ favs !! ]#FAVS BECAUSE IT'S SEROOO DUHDUDHDUHDUH#mha#mha x reader#mha smau#sero hanta#sero x reader#sero smau#🖇️frans; [ sero brainrot ]
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poker face
spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
spencer and you go to the casino to find the unsub. you think he looks pretty hot playing poker.
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warnings: making out, gambling, poker face spencer aghhh
"Forensics got a fingerprint match on the last victim. Eddie Langdon. We're looking into him." You said as you walked back into the office that held some of your team members.
Hotch came in behind you, "Hey, any luck?" Emily asked.
"No, they don't want to allocate agency funds for the buy-in. I'm still working on it." Hotch replied, looking down to his phone as he got back on another call.
Rossi chuckled, "Well, I can't imagine why not. We're only asking for fifty thousand bucks of taxpayer money so that FBI agents can play Texas hold 'em."
Emily eyed Rossi, "Hey, what about you?"
"What about me? What?"
"You could stake us the buy-in." Emily smirked.
Spencer sat down next to you, "Yeah, you're a best-selling author."
You nodded enthusiastically, "Don't forget a best-selling author and longtime FBI agent. You could loan us the money, or something."
"No," Rossi shook his head.
"Why not?" Emily frowned.
"One, it's against regulations, and I'd like to hold on to this job for a little while longer." Rossi began.
Under your breath, you muttered, "It's just a little violation, 's all."
Rossi just rolled his eyes at your comment. "And two, I prefer to spend my money on actual things, like single-malt scotch, a fine cigar, beautiful artwork."
"Poker chips are things!" JJ replied quickly with a smile.
Rossi just scoffed as Spencer spoke up again. "Maybe just think of it as like a new experience. I mean, at your age, how often does that happen?" Oh, no he didn't.
"At my what?" Rossi slowly turned his head to Spencer who just gulped and awkwardly looked away.
"Rossi, this may be our only chance to get this guy." You said slowly. "They government isn't going to give us the money. You're our only way to catch this killer. Please?" You paused for a moment. "And if it helps, you can just write a new book to get some more cha-ching."
Rossi sighed, "All right, fine. But I'm ignoring that last comment. I'm a decent poker player, but I can't promise that I can stay in the game long enough to--"
"You know what?" Emily interrupted. "I bet you're a great poker player, but what if we sent in Reid?"
"I am banned from casinos in Las Vegas, Laughlin, and Parump because of my card-counting ability." Spencer commented as if it was the most casual thing in the whole world.
You raised your hand slightly, "Why did I not know this sooner?"
"Look, I know I'm not a genius like the boy wonder here, but poker is not Blackjack." Rossi argued. "It's about bluffing, reading human nature, head games. It's not math."
That's when Spencer stood up, "That's not entirely accurate. There actually is a mathematical equation for knowing when to raise and when to fold. If P represents the size of the pot at the time of play, then P times N minus one, with N representing the estimated number of players in the final round of betting--"
"Okay! Fine, I surrender!" Rossi cut Spencer off quickly. "Just try not to lose all my money. Actually, you know what?" Rossi quickly spoke your name. "Take her with you, I don't want you losing all my money and if she needs to interrupt the game, then so be it."
Your eyes widened, "Rossi, I've never stepped foot into a casino in my life."
"You'll be fine!" Rossi waved it off as Spencer gave you a comforting look.
Oh, this was not what you expected at all.
Spencer and you had to get checked by security with the handheld metal detectors. Yours didn't go off, but Spencer's did. He played it off as just a pen. Thank god they accepted that.
The two of you walked in. For someone who stared at dead bodies and killers all day, this was the most nerve wracking thing you'd experienced in a while. It also didn't help that Hotch decided you and Spencer were to play a couple when you had such a big crush on him.
"Hey," Spencer muttered, "It's okay."
"Just nervous," You replied under your breath. The two of you made your way to the bar. Spencer got himself a drink, and you got some champagne. "Is it really just math?"
Spencer nodded, "Math, and a little bit of luck."
The moment you felt Spencer take your hand, you tried to pull away. "Spencer, what about germs--"
"I don't mind your germs, you're my friend. Plus, we have a part to play, remember?" Spencer muttered, locking his fingers between yours. Your heart pounded as you did the same.
"I'll observe as you play," You muttered, remembering the list of things you needed to look for to find the unsub. "I know you don't need it, but good luck."
Spencer smiled at you, the comment being just so sweet and innocent. "Thank you." You looked so nervous, so out of place. It made Spencer notice you more.
Spencer had taken a seat at a table, which you stood behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Your hands rested on the back of the chair. So far, no one caught your eye, until one man at another table did. Casually, you poked Spencer and he caught onto your stare.
"You know, would it be all right if I sat at table two instead of four? I have a pre-glaucoma condition and the light's kind of bothering my eyes." Spencer called over the employee, who took him to the desired table.
The men didn't just eye Spencer as he sat down, you noticed they eyed you too. Defensively, you wrapped your arms around Spencer's neck from behind. "Ah, I'm calling." One of the men said."
"I'll raise." One guy said. You stared at him, noticing his red eyes. Weird. "Eight thousand."
"Eight thousand.. That's, uh, fifty-six months wages for the average person in Bangladesh." Spencer commented casually. In reply, you giggled and played with some of hair, pushing it out of his face. Spencer hoped you didn't feel his face turn hot under your fingers. "Uh, kind of makes you think, doesn't it?"
"Hey, it's eight thou to you." One guy remarked. "Now, are you in or are you out?"
Spencer sighed, "I.. am in. And I raise."
"Three raise? That's too rich for my blood." The guy sighed. One man, the one who raised before Spencer, bored holes into him.
"Are you in, sir?" Spencer asked.
"I'll call."
"Call?"
Spencer flipped his cards, "Straight."
Based on everyone's reactions and Spencer's coy face, straight was a very good thing. Playing the act, you kissed Spencer's forehead and squealed lightly, deciding to stroke his cheek for a moment. "A gut shot straight draw? Are you kidding me?"
"That is just-- that is nuts."
It was no wonder Spencer was banned from casinos. Spencer's poker face was good. He simply just covered his mouth after a moment and stared, watching everyone's reactions. His hand slowly ran down to his chin, and in that moment, it did it for you. Sure, Spencer was your cute little nerd, but he'd never been so hot to you.
You noticed next to the man who was staring, he had an eight ball keychain. "Hey, mind if I look at this?" You asked, reaching for it.
The man was quick to grab your hand hard. Spencer jumped into action, pulling you from him.
"Hey. What's the problem, sir?" An employee asked.
"She's reaching for my chips!"
"I'm not even in the game," You remarked.
The employee grabbed your arms, "You need to come with me."
If Spencer's eyes could've gotten any wider, they would've popped out of his head. "Hey! Don't manhandle her! She can walk, let go!" Spencer ripped the mans arms off of you and pulled you into his chest. "Come on, love. Let's just go."
Spencer's words caused your chest to tingle as he guided you away. You watched as he clicked the call-device, it lit up red. The look on the mans face, your unsub, was clear. He knew.
You met up with the team as you were lead out the doors, "They're FBI agents," Hotch informed the guard.
"There he goes, plaid shirt, baseball hat." Spencer pointed.
After searching the whole casino, the unsub made a break for it. His name was Curtis Banks. You and Spencer were sent to his house to see if he was there. After a quick search, it was clear he wasn't there.
"Hey Hotch, he isn't here. There's a foreclosure sign in the lawn." You informed your chief.
"All right, you and Reid stay there in case he comes back." Hotch hung up the phone.
You shrugged to Spencer, "And we wait."
After a beat of silence, Spencer turned to you. "At the casino, you couldn't keep your hands off of me after I won." Spencer said out of nowhere. "Your physical proximity was close, you frequently stared at me--"
"I was playing my part," You argued.
"Yeah, too well." Spencer pointed out. "Were you checking me out?"
Heat rose to your cheeks, "No. Why would I do that?"
"Look at me and say it," Spencer demanded, but his tone wasn't harsh. It was simply just firm. "You won't look at me."
Slowly, you turned to look at Spencer, "I wasn't checking you out."
"You can't look me in the eyes. You've never not looked me in the eyes." Spencer continued.
"Stop profiling me," You tried to end the discussion. It was clear Spencer had caught you. You weren't interested in being turned down, especially when you were in some sort of steak-out with the genius.
Spencer frowned, "I'm not profiling you. I'm just telling you as it is."
"That's what profiling is," You countered. "We don't need to have this conversation. Was I checking you out? Yes, I was. Is that what you wanted me to say? That you looked so damn hot winning thousands of dollars with your best poker face while you let me all over you?"
Spencer said your name, but you kept rambling. It took him grabbing your chin and forcing your face closer to his to make you stop. "You think I'm hot?"
"Yeah," You stuttered. "Yeah, I do."
Slowly, Spencer trailed his finger over your bottom lip. "I always thought you were the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen."
"Where's this confidence coming from?" You asked.
Spencer shrugged, "Gamblers frequently experience a phenomenon called the 'winning high,' it releases dopamine and adrenaline, making gamblers do riskier things than they'd normally do."
"You gonna use that high to kiss me?" Your voice was a mere mutter. Your lips were just grazing Spencers.
"Is that what you want?" Spencer lowly asked.
"What do you think?" You retorted.
Spencer's lips slammed onto your own, harder than you expected. His large hand had the back of your neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer. It was hot, just how you wanted it. Flimsily, Spencer reached to the bottom of his seat to scoot it back. His hands went to your hips, guiding you to move across the seats to his lap.
"You know, we're still on the lookout." You mumbled, pressing another kiss to the genius's lips.
"They haven't called us yet." Spencer challenged, hand running down your back to your waist.
Slowly, Spencer's hand began to creep up your shirt, just to your navel-level. His kisses descended to your neck, pressing opened mouth, warm kisses to your skin.
"Spence," You whined, grabbing his hair to push him closer. He sighed in reply.
You both jolted when your phone began to ring. You grabbed it quickly, "What?"
"Ooh, someone's frisky." Derek teased over the phone. "We got the guy. You two are all good to head back."
"Thanks, Morgan. See you back there." You hung up the phone, tossing it back to to your seat. "Looks like we have to wrap this up."
Spencer smirked, "We fly back in the morning. We'll find some time soon."
Spencer's words weren't a tease, they were a promise.
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Can you write about either nick with his bfs younger sibling or the other way around and it’s super fluffy, and they just look at each other like aghhh! Idk if that makes sense
Sisters’ best friend.
Summary: in which Nick has a little crush on you and you have a little crush on him but both of you are unaware of it.
Note: Nick is mentioned to be taller.
“Why did you buy all of this?” I ask my sister while looking at the chocolates, drinks and chips on the kitchen counter. “Are you having friends over?”
“Yeah, I’m having a sleepover with some friend. I told mom to tell you.” She talks while texting someone on her phone.
“Oh, cool. She didn’t told me anything, who’s coming anyway?” I look at her, I don’t raise my head, just my eyes. She looks up from her phone.
“The people that always comes, you can have all the snacks you want, just don’t bother us a lot.” I pout and nod.
“Understood.” I grab a small pack of gummies and go to my room. It has been a while, it’s night already, I hear people talking and laughing on the living room, my sister has a lot of ‘girlfriends’, of course she also has a lot of guy friends but they don’t come to the sleepovers… except for one, Nick. Nicolas is fun, I like him, he is very kind to me and I really like his style. I hear his laugh, it’s loud and it makes my cheeks grow red, I’m so dumb but I can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and has pretty eyes, he also brings snacks for me sometimes so I kinda like him. The fact that I know he is gay doesn’t help, because I think I might have a tiny chance with him.
I sit on my bed scrolling on my phone and panic texting my friends that Nick is here and that I might die if I see him. So, I wait for the noise to come down, I hear them go into my sisters’ room at around 12:40, I go out to see if they left any snacks and to grab some water. As I walk past my sisters’ room, I can hear the muffled music and their gossiping, I roll my eyes and keep walking to the kitchen, it was dark and a bit cold. I turn on the lights and go to the fridge, I smile when I see my favorite chocolate right in front of me, I take it out and turn around smiling at myself.
“I see you found my gift.” Nick is standing in the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, his hair a bit messy and with his pajamas on. I gulp and my cheeks blush a bit.
“I didn’t knew you bought it, thank you.”
“It’s nothing.” He says and walks over to me. “So, how have you been?” he leans on the counter and watches as I fill my bottle with water.
“I’m fine, hm, how about you?”
“I have been good, thanks for asking. Why weren’t you with us while watching the movie?” I turn around and put my filled bottle water on the counter right besides the chocolate.
“Well, I, I don’t know. I didn’t feel like it.” He hums, and I look away from him. Suddenly I feel small, his taller body making me feel tiny, his crossed arms showing off his big arms and broad shoulders. I try not to stare too much, key word = TRY.
“Interesting, you used to love watching movies with us. You love horror movies, don’t you?” I nod. “Well, at least you love curling up to me.” he grins and my eyes widen a bit.
“No, I-��� he talks over me.
“It’s okay, I like it.”
“Oh… cool. I don’t know what to say.” Nick unfolds his arms and walks slowly to me; I start taking tiny steps backwards until my lower back hits the counter. “Nick.”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?” he leans down a bit, one of his hands besides my body to cage me in, his other hand on my cheek.
“Nothing, just looking at you.” The tip of his nose lightly touches mine. “I really like your shirt, is it the one I gave you and your birthday?” he laughs a bit and I feel my cheeks burn.
“Nick, what if someone comes looking for you?” my chest feels heavy, my heart is beating fast.
“Let them.” he leans in, his soft lips touch mine for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, was that all right?”
My brain exploded, I can’t imagine how red I am right now, I nod quickly and put both of my hands on his chest. “Yes. I- Can you… please, kiss me again.’’ I see him grin, he kisses me again, this time it was longer, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and play with his hair, the hand that was previously on the counter goes to my waist. His lips move slowly and gracefully, it would be a lie if I said I know how to kiss, I am trying my best. I lean back a bit, looking up at his eyes.
“I wanted to tell you something.” He whispers. “I-“
“NICK!! COME HERE, CARLIE IS GOING TO CALL JAMES!!” Nick rolls his eyes when we hear the loud voice of my sister come down the hall.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. But, how about we go out tomorrow? Just the two of us.’’
“Like, a date?” it’s the first time I see him blush. He looks so handsome with his cheeks turning pink.
“Yeah, like a date. Sorry I have to go, I’ll text you” He gives me a quick kiss and fast walks to my sisters room, when I hear the door close, I let out a high-pitched scream and cover my face. God, what the fuck just happened? I think I’m dreaming.
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Also would love more of the art student x stem student peter writing,, again totally just self indulgent here but I adore their dynamic I could go on forever, like study dates but she’s working and Peter hangs around revising notes in her studio and they both just accompany each other AGHHH I could think about them for ages
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Thanks lovely!
tasm!Peter Parker x artist!reader ♡ 727 words
Your hand comes into view, taking Peter’s attention from his notes for the first time in hours as you slide a paper plate stacked with pizza slices towards him.
“They were out of stir fry,” you say, “but they let me take extra pizza since they felt bad.”
Peter blinks, realizing his eyes are dry and achy. “When did you get this?”
“Just now,” you say, though it sounds like a question. Your brows twitch towards each other, somewhere between bemused and concerned. “Pete, I’ve been gone for like a half hour. You didn’t notice?”
Peter blinks again, hard. He gives his head a little shake. “No, I, uh…I guess I was too distracted. Thanks for the pizza.”
“Course.” You kiss the top of his head as you round the table, sitting down across from him with a couple slices of your own. Peter watches as you zone back into your work, a pensive frown coming to your face. You’re in the beginning stages of a new project, and the last few hours have been a frustrating cycle of erasing, sketching, and erasing again. Peter doesn’t get how you can even see through all the faded, half-removed lines on your page.
“How’s it going?” he asks, tentative.
Your frown worsens. “Not bad,” you say, in a tone that says not great, either. “I’ve landed on an idea, but it just…it doesn’t feel perfect. I don’t want to start and then have to change my mind again.”
“Didn’t you say that’s how it usually goes?” he prompts.
“Yeah,” you sigh, and you sound so upset about it that Peter has to—just has to—reach across the table and take your hand. You offer him a small smile and return the squeeze he gives your fingers.
“Want a break?” he asks you, and you raise your eyebrows.
“I just took my break,” you remind him.
It’s difficult to love someone and see them treat themselves how you treat yourself. Peter would count a run to the dining hall as a break, too, but he doesn’t like it when you do it. Still, that doesn’t give him a lot of ground for argument.
“Then can I see?” he tries, hoping talking it through will make you feel better.
You chew your lip for a second before nodding, going to slide your paper towards him.
“Nope, hold on.” Peter stands up on his seat, stepping one gangly leg and then the other over the table before lowering himself into the chair beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, hugging you so that your face is squished against his bicep. “Better,” he says. “Go on.”
You laugh at his over-the-top affection, but don’t move away, going into the details of your original idea versus what you’ve come up with on paper. The abstract always falls short of the concrete, Peter knows that, and yet he feels your disappointment in your inability to fulfill the full scope of your vision acutely. You grow more animated as you talk, eventually bringing the paper closer and sketching while he watches. Peter suggests his own solutions as you work. They’re useless of course, but he knows that having a sounding board helps you think, so he’ll keep the conversation going any way he can. To your credit, you don’t tell him all the ways he’s wrong. You only hmm and huh and then do your idea anyway.
After a while, you come up with something you’re happier with. It’s still not perfect, but Peter reminds you again of your own tenets; that it never will be, and your only job is to do the best you can with what you have. You’re smiling by now, so it’s a win in his book.
“You gonna talk me through your biochem notes now?” you ask him cheerily.
“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your head. “You’re a gem for offering, but we both know you’ll get a headache.”
“I’ll eat my pizza while you talk,” you propose, picking up a now cold slice of your dinner. “C’mon, it’s only fair.”
Peter grins at you, your face lined with tiredness and hand stained with silver pencil lead but eyes alight with that fizzy energy you get from creation. “Okay,” he concedes. “But when we go home, we’re watching the most mindless show we can find on TV.”
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Imagine reader is on her period, but Luke doesn’t know. Whenever he’d see her in pain and holding her belly, he would ask her but she would say it was nothing. Then, Luke comments to Rhaenyra about that and says he is worried. His mother would smile and explain why reader is feeling this way. After they talked, Luke would help reader feel better with whatever he could during her period 💗
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The second Luke notices you are wincing in pain and holding your stomach continously, I know he'd grow extremely concerned. He would ask you so many times whether if you're okay, or if he needs to call a maester or someone — but everytime he does so, you just dismiss Lucerys telling him you're alright, even if he can clearly see you aren't.
This would happen several times, and everytime it happens, you never tell him what's the problem; which makes him grow concerned and genuinely worried of not being able to help you out with whatever thing is troubling you. So, eventually, being desperate of not knowing what's the matter, he'll immediatly make a comment about your situation with his mother, shortly after she is finished with a meeting with the Black Council, and would stress to her how profoundly concerned he is about you, and your health.
Naturally, a small chuckle would escape her lips, and she would immediatly try to explain to Lucerys about menstruation in the best terms he can understand. Even, she'd show him a medicine book one of the maesters has about the female system, where it also explains about periods... and right there, realisation would fall onto him. The reason of why you were wincing and squirming in pain, plus holding your stomach, is because you were on your period!
Once he finally understands everything and finishes his talk with his mother about periods, Luke would immediatly rush to you already knowing everything he has to know, with high hopes of comforting you properly. You're a bit embarrassed of telling him about your period and your pain, but seeing how caring and loving he is with you, you'll eventually open up more about it.
Lucerys would attend every single need of yours while you're on your period. You're intensely craving something sweet/salty? He'll send the servants to have you prepared something that meets whatever you're craving for. You're sensible and/or too emotional? He's your shoulder to cry on, and the one that would whisper sweet nothings for you. You need some cuddles and warmth? He'll lay on your bed by your side, and he'll hold you tightly against his body while he plants several kisses on top of your head, and your entire face.
Seven Hells, he'll even call for a maester to give you some herbs that help decrease the intense period pain, or anything that helps with pain in general kwkdkdkdk aghhh he's such a sweet sweet boyfriend that will do his absolute best to make you feel better, and see you happy 🥺
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You talking abt drag queen stevie is giving me life bc for weeks the scenario of her enetering drag race has been playing in my mind. Like she's an old queen, an established name, people know her and when she eneters the girlies are gagged bc that's her!!!(i wrote Life Is Ours We Live It Our Way so drag queen Stevie will always be Princess Dingus to me <3).
And like the first mini challenge is a photo shoot and then they're all getting out of drag and while many have seen Stevie out of drag no one has really seen her get in and out of drag and they're all just shooketh as all these scars are revealed. I'm specifically thinking about the confessionals of another queen going like "I look over and Princess Dingus is wiping off her make up and she's just covered in scars. Bad ones. And im over here thinking like, girl, what the hell happened to you."
The competition goes on etc etc, I think Stevie wouldn't mention the scars at first, just go on. She's like one of the bitchy queens that is actually really sweet, think Bianca Del Rio (season 6). She of course has adopted one of the younger queens of the season. Then the producers push bc of drama so when they're getting ready, one of the other queens asks: "Who is that?" in regards to a picture with Eddie.
And Stevie will be like : "That's my husband." and everyone is of course saying how cute they look together whatever and then someone asks how they get together and Stevie just tells them: "We got held my a serial killer together back in '86 and then managed to escape during the earthquake that hit our town."
Like can you imagine the drama, the big eyes, the reactions. Just aghhh i love drag queen Stevie
!!!! holy shit i love life is ours!!!!!! one of the best Gender stevie fics out there, big fan!!!
and oh my godddd i love this, i think like. tv would love to milk her whole 'oh im scarred and thought i wasn't beautiful but drag made me feel better about myself :')' storyline and stevies just like. i mean. okay. do what you gotta for $100,000 ig (i feel like she wouldn't win but she would get miss congeniality bc even if she's kind of a bitch she just CANNOT turn off her mom energy)
also when the show comes out every week someone has to tie rob and eddie to chairs and lock their phones away for at least three days or else they'll start Ungodly Twitter Feuds over like. one slightly mean comment someone makes to stevie. god help whoever knocks her out of the competition
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Hello. I am once again here to ask for your support-
So... Ridoazu angst (i know not the best introduction)
I can't get it out of my head aghhh sooo I must yap
Azul and Riddle: Azul is more insecure between them, and Riddle is more awkward with romance, right?
So at the beginning of their relationship, Azul is initiating way more, and Riddle can sometimes deffo be awkward when receiving affection. Dismissive about compliments, rolling his eyes at Azul's cheesy pickup lines, etc.
But the thing is: Riddle DOES love Azul (no really?!?!?). He's just awkward about showing it verbally. He invites Azul to Unbirthday parties and his mood is usually notably better with Azul there (Ace will never stop complaining about Azul getting preferential treatment from Riddle NEVER), gives Azul leftovers from stuff Trey made, introduces him to the porcupines, even helps him with Flight Class!!!! Helping Azul with Flight Class requires an insane amount of patience for obstinacy and consistent insistence that "i'm not struggling, I'm just admiring the scenery!" "no free lunch; I must repay you!!!!!!" and it is a testament to his character growth (and love) that riddle puts up with it without collaring azul at some point.
so basically gift-giving and quality time vs words of affirmation and touch as love languages. And Azul being insecure fails to realize that riddle is in fact madly in love with him and that he's just not good with expressing words of affection (because of his mom) and he's not used to affection (also because of his mom mrs. rosehearts PLEASE STOP CONTINUING THE CYCLE OF ABUSE YOUR SON WILL GO NC AND YOU'LL DESERVE IT)
And Azul gets upset but he doesn't ask about this openly or anything no no not at all he's ~ 𝓹 𝓮 𝓽 𝓽 𝔂 ~ about it (because as i've probably said before book 6 azul did NOT know what communication meant) and Riddle's upset because Azul's not telling him the problem and Azul's upset because Riddle's even colder and then-
Something pushes it all over the edge. Maybe a Heartslabyul guy tries to shovel talk Azul or something after seeing Riddle's bad mood or whatever, but it gets pushed and they have an argument.
Ofc because they're my otp and i can't have 'em breaking up it ends happily after the messy fight and they learn. Riddle realizes he can be too cold and end up not consider how Azul feels and Azul realizes he needs to COMMUNICATE HIS FEELINGS ffs instead of just being vaguely petty and hoping riddle takes the hint (like this one scene in the kaguya sama manga where to give kaguya the cold shoulder miyuki gives her slightly cheaper gum than he gives someone else,,, and he's like "omg I'm so cold" that's azul except unlike Kaguya riddle doesn't even notice lmao he's just like "thanks for the gum")
Anyways I just realize how long this is. My humble apologies. Please accept more cake as an offering 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰
TRAUMATIZED BABY'S FIRST RELATIONSHIP!! YAHOOOO!
I has a bit written and then it deleted itself after I exited the app GODDAMMIT! But it was about Azul being an extra person and accidentally scaring off Riddle a little yeah! Azul's used to physical contact with Floyd who's constantly leaning on him and his supportive family (Mom, stepdad AND grandma? save some for the rest of us damn). It's an entire mission to so much has hold hands for longer than a minute.
Azul getting preferential treatment at Unbirthday Parties... god ace's always getting the short end of the stick isn't he?? I love the third wheel Ace joke so bad. Anyways back to it... hm.. Azul getting upset and not communicating. To be fair Riddle DIDN'T tell him that he was just following the law (You can't practice medicine on people under transformation potions without a specific license) by preventing Azul get hurt in the first place. He may have more experience talking things out (he's the overblotter with arguably the most progress) but he still may say or do smth inconsiderate and sour the mood unintentionally 😭 I can see it. Racking up those misdemeanors. Attempting to help him coming off as bragging and Azul's just too sensitive when it comes to food and is a subject that needs to be treated delicately (which isn't ANY of ncs strong point... especially considering the way the game itself treats it)
The little time they spend with each other becoming tense and Riddle can't figure out why, while Azul keeps thinking that his message is getting across though Riddle just starts getting snappy and curt back. The relationship becoming more stressful than it may be worth... they're BOTH sobbing into their pillows at night. Azul is a little crybaby during their confrontation, which probably kicks it off. It's more of an angry rant about how Riddle totally sucks and Riddles just like "why didn't you tell me any of this EARLIER???"
#CAKE YAHOOOO#PLEASE keep coming into my inbox spam me if you will its onlg fair#azurido make up and make out kiss kiss kiss yahoooo#GET THE THERAPIST#DR.BOB
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how could i choose…..,,, AGHHH!!!!! THEY ALL SOUND SO SO COOL!! erm how about girl yuki and the mysterious hahahha document 🤓🫶
@tinytauris also asked for girl yuki so......
Yuki scowls. “It’s not a joke! Lewis said—” “Lewis?” “—he said that sex is the only way to fix. So you should fuck me.” Yuki keeps saying that. It’s distracting Pierre from— from— “Wait, wait.” His grin feels like it’s frozen on his face. “You’re a…” “Girl,” Yuki agrees impatiently, and then he tugs his shirt up. Pierre can’t help it; his eyes zero in. “Pierre,” Yuki says, and when Pierre looks back up, Yuki— he’s smirking, like he’s laughing at Pierre. Yuki’s the one with tits right now; Pierre doesn’t know what’s so funny. “How—” “Don’t know,” Yuki shrugs. “Do you want to have sex or not.” He doesn’t look that different, but then again, Yuki’s body is already lithe, compact, a sweet curve to his waist and a softness to his hips that Pierre usually associates with his ex-girlfriends.
the hahahaha fic is a thinly veiled attempt at getting my feelings out about moving away from my best friends lol. it's non-driver chalex au:
Charles doesn’t think much of it until someone asks him at a party, earnest and concerned, “And how’s Alex? Do you guys still talk?” Charles blinks. “Yes?” It’s May; Alex has only been away for two months. “We talk everyday.” “Really?” “Of course?” Charles is confused. “What do they expect?” he asks Alex later, bundled up in bed. It’s nearing 2am, and on the other side of the world, Alex is brushing his teeth in the bright morning light, getting ready to go into the studio.
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So ahhhh
I'm aspec
I broke up with my allo partner of about 10 months
I hate how relieved I feel
I was lying about my feelings for him cause he couldn't except that what I felt wasn't what he could understand so I just said that I love him romantically and I think I've told him I find him sexually attractive
I don't love him like that, not in a way I actually recognize it as anyway and the whole sexually attracted thing was a lie
My friend, that honestly I adore more than I did him but i actually expressed with him, told me I was acting like a lovesick doll
And I was, I was a little Marionette doll for him and that hurt both of us
This entire experience was something I want to look back on fondly as it was the most free I felt from my cage but it was also one of most loneliest cause I noticed I felt lonely
We agreed we'd stay friends and I don't want to lose him or our mutual friends
I don't want to lose our mutual friend more than I don't want to lose him tho
I was friends with this mutual before we dated and because I was that he saw me as someone he wanted to date
I'm lost on how I'm supposed to live now we broke up cause I was basing my future on him being my partner
I'm terrified of being alone which is probably why I agreed to date him even tho it wasn't very alright with me
I was scared if I told him I didn't want to and was more forceful in saying no I'd be lonely
I can't imagine my life past a few more yrs time
And anything I do want to do with my life I can't until I'm way older and if I was to be with him that would have meant I'd be even longer before I could
He was taking the blame for the break up cause he needs someone perfect
I am no where near what he needs in a partner
We both knew this
I need someone who can keep me stable and he needs the same but we can be that for each other
I've tried and it isn't enough
I wasn't enough in any way
We're incompatible and I knew that the entire time but just didn't want to let go
And he couldn't either
We both have mental health issues
Every one around us was telling us to break up
It was a peaceful one on our own terms
He's my one and only shot at relationships like that
So many people had issues with how I wasn't telling him off for stuff that they thought was wrong like how I was 'letting' him talk to an ex of his or how he missed this other ex
Like yea that 2nd one hurt a bit and sent me spiralling the 1st time it was brought up
But I don't understand how people can go around policing other people's relationships like that
I was asked so many times how I was okay with letting him do shit with other people
Like what does that have to do with me???
He has friends and god I hate that mentality
It was stressing me out so fucking much that I was the only thing that made him happy - he'd say that to me
Like yea I understand why you're like that
But bloody hell why were other people so
Aghhh
Pushy with how they want us to act when you're 'together' with someone
I wouldn't put it past us to get back together
That really wouldn't be the best for either of us tho
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Ghosts and/or WWDITS for the TV series ask game!! 👻🧛🏼♂️
GHOSTS TIME
Favourite character: Hetty. Hetty. Hetty. Have you guys heard about Hetty Woodstone???? Funniest character: Hetty...this is going to be a trend in all of my answers. What do you mean Ghosts isn't the Hetty Show? I'm pretty sure it is. But man Hetty gets such amazing lines and Rebecca's delivery is always so fucking funny, her vocal shifts are hilarious. Second runner up is probbbbably Isaac! I love when he asks a question and then acts like he totally also knows the answer, of course, he's just making sure you know. Best-looking character: Hetty again sorryyyy like LOOK at her! That dress! Her hair! Her bustle!! Queen!!! The way she holds herself is so perfect. 3 favourite ships: Hetty/Trevor!!!!!!!!, Sam/Jay, Hetty/Flower Least favourite character: I honestly don't have one...even the side characters in this show I enjoy immensely. Agh. I guess maybe the skeezy Woodstone-estate guy? He wasn't really fun to watch Least favourite ship: Pete/Alberta :[ It's the only one I don't really enjoy at this point because of how Pete is acting towards her in canon. I can still enjoy it in fanon, for sure, but it's the one "might-go-canon" ship that I really hope doesn't at this point unless they do some major reworking of it. It's getting hard to watch Pete repeatedly make Alberta uncomfortable and then still want him to win her over, as someone who has had to deal with "Nice Guys" like how Pete is acting in this situation in the past who won't take no for an answer...it's not as charming as I think the show thinks it is, which is my main issue with it. I’m not sure if it’s being intentionally written where Pete is doing something he shouldn’t be or if it’s being written with the intention of it being cute? I don't want to bash the ship though, of course, I don't have any huge problem with it or think it's too terrible, it's just not really what I want to see. If they can give us a plot where Pete realizes he’s not respecting Alberta when she tells him no and backs off and it’s shown as a character growth molent for him I might warm up to it, but for now…eh. I'm pretty heavily neutral on all the ships otherwise! Reason why I watch it: There's just something about it, I really don't know what it is. It's so cute and funny and the pacing is really bad at times but it's just so fun to watch the entire time it's on. I love every single one of the characters so much, the chemistry between the cast is just amazing and you can tell how much fun they're having. I think what really drew me into it was that the way the characters are written and the concept behind them is similar to the way I approach my own ocs. I just love the idea of them being ghosts who cannot interact with the world at all, and who are just stuck together in this forced found family, a group of people who have no business interacting with each other but they are and they all have so much in common because at the end of it all they're just people, people have always been people, etc...it's just really fun and the fandom is so sweet, I have had more fun in this tiny ass little fandom than I have had with any other in yearssss. Why I started watching it: I had seen trailers for it when it was first coming out (CBS is the channel that's always on in the breakroom at work), and though "oh wow, that looks right up my alley" because of the combination of "supernatural beings but also they're all just. normal guys. Blessed with suck!" but then I didn't get around to watching it for a year because I was too fixated on other stuff still to want to commit to something else. Aghhh! I wish I had picked it up sooner!!
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Hi, it's me again! Sorry I couldn't respond to the earlier post for some reason so sending in an ask.
First off, thank you so so much for linking the series and responding so promptly!!!!! Omg I'm so happy haha 😭❤️❤️ I'm also really sorry if you intended to keep it unavailable for personal reasons, and I'm digging something up! I just really loved the series. Both because it is honestly an incredible piece of work and it came at a time in my life where I had a lot of stuff going on and reading this book was my favourite escape.
You should know that I will forever adore your works and miss any that you take down!! Not just paths afire but also works like 'Within these endless walls' and 'Circles'. I also discovered 'Astray' through you! And it's lowkey making me tear up when I say this but these stories are so close to my heart, and I'm beyond thankful to you for the effort that has gone into writing them. You're one of the authors I'd pay to read (been meaning to ask forever - do you have a patreon?)
One last request (gosh I'm really sorry again to be a bother) - any chance you have a draft or copy of One, Wild Celandine and Healing that you can share? It's illegal how much I've enjoyed them 🙈🙈 I understand you don't want them out for public consumption and completely respect that, so if you don't want to share anything I get it. But if you feel like it, then I'd be elated to get a copy through email or some other medium.
As someone who has read and read and read fanfiction for the better part of my life now, I'm beyond grateful to authors like yourself. Your works have put a smile on my face so many times!
Really sorry for this crazy long ask! Sending you love and the best wishes ❤️❤️
Hi! Aghhh I'm so happy that something I wrote at one time helped in this way, this, this is what really makes it all worthwhile (aside from the enjoyment of writing things, which I'll never stop doing).
Whew, Circles and ...walls are still up on my ao3 account (though the latter needs me to run up my sleeves and do some rewriting). Circles is still one personal favorite out of the Tolkien fanfic I wrote along the years, so thank you!
Astray! Hell yes antiheld is an amazing writer and friend, has inspired me so much, I'm sure @pickingfightswithsprites would be happy to read about this!
Uh oh, you know what, give me some time (traveling now) and I'll dig up & send you copies of the glorfindel-smut-shots in a message here. Least I can do!
And no, don't have a Patreon thanks for asking, but I'm setting up (taking forever...) a Kofi, though it'll be focused on my drawings and original writing most likely.
But, if you hang on here, I sometimes open writing requests (closed for now), where people can send asks with writing prompts for characters/pairings based on this! Once I wrap up a few things, I'll open requests here again.
Much love and thanks!
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Beach trips and I'm Falling in Love • 2.5/2
When Annabeth meets a strange boy on vacation, she doesn't expect for their relationship to grow much. He's... terribly sarcastic. Cocky. A not-so great match for her witty self. But after learning he visits the same beach every year she does, their strange friendship blooms into something more.
Their realtionship isn't the only thing that blooms over the yearsー that meaning a certain raven-haired boy.
genre ; childhood friends to lovers, fluff, strangers(?) to lovers, exchanging letters au, percabeth mortal au.
warnings ; swearing, suggestive(?) themes.
prev.
That night, Annabeth can't fall asleep.
(Percy can't either, because he can't stop thinking about Annabeth and how he thinks he saw her back there.)
What is Rachel to him?
Annabeth thinks. Her mind is something like a broken recordー stuck playing the question on repeat.
Not that she could judge, however, if Percy enjoyed her company more than hers, then that would be... Fine. Just fine. Rachel was probably more close to him after all these years unlike the blonde; who has been away for six years.
When Annabeth turns on her side to look at the shell seated stop her bedside table, she grimaces.
"You better make sure to return it!"
"I'll be waiting!"
Why does that make her frown?
The morning comes slow, slower than Annabeth would like, when the birds start chirping and evening comes to dawn after her sleep-deprived thoughts.
She knows that Percy's curled up inside his bed, (though certainly not the cabin he used to occupyー there's no one next door) snoring like he always does. She knows that Percy doesn't know that she's here, and Annabeth also knows that he'll be asleep until promptly one in the afternoon.
Annabeth thinks she'll meet him around sooner or later.
The lull of waves crashing across the shore gives her chills. Mornings, she now realizes, are the best part of the day.
The rose gold sun comes down in tiny slivers along the sand.
Percy is loyal. He's a great friend, much more than Annabeth deserves, witty and sarcastic.
Percy is not hers. He never was in the first place, really; him with his cocky smile and his big heart. That heart of his can only hold so much, can't it?
She starts to wonder if she's in there.
The shell in her pocket suddenly feels heavy when Annabeth reaches for it, the chipped and cracked coat somehow still intact. She'll give it to him when the time comes of course. Just not now. Annabeth couldn't even muster up the courage if she wanted to.
So, sandaled feet dug into the sand, she scans her surroundings.
At first glance the beach is beach is deserted, aside from a few lingering beach-goers that occupy the waves on their surfboards and the sand with their umbrellas.
It's quite tranquil on her ownー under the morning sun and all. She's been to beaches near her house back home,e but nothing can really beat this view.
Her eyes dart towards the ocean, where the surfers ride on the waves, laughing and cackling whenever one of their friends falls face-first into the cold waters. She laughs a bit, too, the scene reminds her of how she always used to fall when she was learning to surf.
Speaking of the surfers... They all look like they're having a blast. You know, Annabeth might start to think that the raven-haired guy looks like Percy, that he has the same smirk as him, but that's just illogical.
Right?
It's only until that they lock eyes is when Annabeth freezes.
Same sea green. Same sparkle.
Same Percy.
And it's only until he freezes, eyes widening and stopping to stare, is when she thinks Oh shit.
Then he's starting to come over, and her legs start moving on their own.
Away from him.
This can't be happening. It can't be. Not when she's not ready, when she's too nervous to even muster a word, not when Annabeth can't even look at him without her heart racing like never before.
She starts to walk faster. Not so fast that it looks suspicious, but fast as to escape his gaze and go back to her cabin.
Annabeth can hear him saying he needs to ‘do something' to his friends. Annabeth can also hear his surboard digging into the sand, as well as his footsteps getting closer and closer. So close, that she thinks it'll only be a few steps longer until he reaches her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Her thoughts get even more rapid, Can't the universe just wait for a second?
Annabeth completely shuts down when someone grabs her wrist.
"Annabeth?"
It takes so much to not year away, to not run, to not speak. It takes so much to turn her head and look at him, more, though, when his tone is the most heart melting thing she's heard in a long time. (good timing, really, and just when she's been trying to get all the feelings she holds for him.)
"Percy." She breathes out, eyes widening when she finally gets a good look of him.
He's... Grown.
His shoulders are broader. His hair, once unruly and messy, is exactly like in the previous pictures he's sent: Perfectly perfect and endearing. Annabeth notices that he towers over her figure quite a bitー what happened to the scrawny little Percy? Back then, she could easily look over him; but now? It's quite the opposite.
There’s an air around him, too, one that makes Annabeth gulp and her thoughts race.
Holy fuck.
Before she can let out a single word, she's engulfed into a bone crushing hug.
Thats pretty much when it all hits her.
Sure, he's wet and damp and smelling like saltwater and sweat, but she can't really pay any mind to that. Percy's warm. His touch is soft, gentle, just as Annabeth remembers.
Why was she avoiding him in the first place?
Just when she thinks that it's fineー that she will not tear up over something like thisー her body betrays her and she starts to sink further, further into the hug.
Is she tearing up right now?
"I missed you," Percy mumbles against her head in a way that makes her heart pound dangerously against her rib cage. “So much.”
So just like that, Annabeth nearly falls for him all over again.
"You dumbass!" She pushes him off, hands fumbling through her pockets. "I m-missed you more." Hands come to wipe at her fresh tears.
“H-here!” Annabeth sniffs as she hands him the one thing her mind has been lingering on non-stop: the shell.
He, blurry eyed and open mouthed, looks taken aback. For a second she thinks that he might be angry. That is, until he smiles.
“You kept it?” Percy asks. It's almost like he can't really believe it, like he didn't really expect her to keep it.
"Of course I did, seaweed brain,” She gives a lopsided toothy smile. It doesn't really match her flushed face, but who's paying attention to that?
When he looks at it fondly in his hands, Percy smiles to himself. “Its been too long, wisegirl." He looks her up and down. “You’ve changed."
She raises a eyebrow. "Like in a bad way?"
“N-no!” He's quick to correct himself. His looks the other way, trying to discreetly hide his blush. "No. Like i-in a... uhm- fuck." Percy covers his face.
"You've changed too.” Annabeth grins. “In a good way."
They smile each other for a second before someone from the shore line calls out Percy's name. He whips around, scowl growing on his face.
"I'll be back soon!" Percy rolls his eyes. He then turns to her.
"We should catch up," he says frantically, thoughts running on overdrive, "Have you been downtown yet? I'm staying at a new cabin a while away from hereー I'll take you there soon. Oh! And have you been to our spot? We can visit there later if you want.”
Annabeth cringes when the words fall from his lips. Our spot. She chews on her bottom lip. She can't really blame him for taking someone up there. Not even if she wanted to.
The rest of the day, and the next day after that, is bittersweet.
"I-Id be happy to.”
The sweetness is seeing Sally again. It's eating her famous blue cookies with Percy wearing bright smiles and her sporting the new sweater Sally crocheted. It's surfing for hours on end, it's playing with their dogs and meeting Mrs. O'Leary.
The sweetness is being with Percy once again; even if she does cringe when they go to their spot again.
The bitter, on the other hand, is meeting her.
Rachel.
Don't get her wrong. Annabeth was never much of a possessive or jealous person; and she still is not. She's level-headed, logical, and observative. Rachel is... Fine. She's crafty, Annabeth can tell by her paint-stained clothing and wry smile. She's pretty cool too. Rachel doesn't seem to have much of a problem getting along with her, so why does she feel so off about her?
"I'm Rachel," Annabeth remembers her smile quite clearly: It didn't quite reach her eyes. Or maybe Annabeth was just over-analyzing things? "It's nice to meet you, Annabeth!"
"Likewise." Annabeth gave a small smile. “Percy’s told me a lot about you."
“Oh, has he?” She giggled, "Well, I hope it's all good things." Rachel gave a teasing look towards Percy.
Now thinking about it, Annabeth might have been a teeny-bit judgy.
Percy, munching on a blue cookie, looks at her from his spot in his room. He narrows his eyes at her.
"I couldn't help but notice," He starts, as if reading her mind. "That you were a little on edge about Rachel.”
"Was I now?” She lazily questions, head hanging off his bed.
“I think so." Percy hums.
"I was not," Annabeth scoffs. “I was just... Cautious."
"What's there to be cautious about?” He asks, spinning three times on the chair near his desk. He pauses to let the dizziness swirl his vision before coming back to look at her. the dog beside him, Mrs. O'Leary wags her tail lazily.
She sighs. "Nothing, I guess? It's just... Y'know what? Nevermind.”
"Spit it out.”
"No!”
"Yes!”
“No!”
“I’ll make you a container of blue cookies for the next three days?"
"...Fine!" Annabeth breathes after a beat.
She stretchesh her arms high above above her head. “What... W-what is she to you?”
Percy freezes, and she instantly goes into a panicky state. “Actually- Ignore that. Thats a stupid question so you don't need to answer, I just really-”
“Aww, is my little Annie jealous?" He unironicaly coos, “Don’t worry about it. Rachel's great."
Annabeth notices that Percy says her name in a intimate way. She notices how heat instantly flushes her face. She also notices that how he never answers her question in a way she'll understand.
Now that she's left hanging, Annabeth really can't stop more questions from flowing in her mind.
Annabeth thinks that she's really been underreacting about Percy and his air of coolness. or maybe likeability?
Her arms flop down, and Mrs. O'Leary woofs.
Popularity?
Whatever it is, anyone can tell that Percy's much more than the dorky lame kid that used to be.
The group of girls that giggle and twirl their hair as they stare at him from their spot under an umbrella can surely see that, too.
It's not even those girls (who for the fact are pretty, much prettier than Annabeth) that can see that. Her neighbours talk about the 'handsome and nice young man that helped me carry my groceries'. (Guilty as chargedー the one and only Percy) or the 'Attractive boy who surfs early in the morning'.
The grannies at downtown's farmers market even gossip behind his back and treat him like some sort of Greek god with a perfectly structured jawline with a fit build and coy smile.
Oh, and did she mention he's as hot as the fucking sun?
(Which he, Annabeth thinks, owns up to.)
(She's really whipped for him.)
But he's respected her boundaries so far, so she'll keep her M rated thoughts to herself. But it's so fucking hard to not stare when he, clad in nothing but loose swimming shorts, shows up to her room at the crack of dawn.
"Looks like you're the talk of the town," Annabeth says teasingly as they settle into the sand. The umbrella provides the cool shade desperately need, to which Annabeth relishes in. “Is seaweed brain..." She feigns a fake gasp. “Actually likeable now?”
Percy threatens to shove a handful of sand down her throat, and she shuts up.
"Whatever," He mutters under his breath, eyes looking away from hers. For some reason he's avoiding looking at her. Annabeth thinks he's just embarrassed, but the way Percy steals glances at her when she's not looking, says otherwise.
"So where's Rachel?” She absent-mindedly asks. Not that she genuinely cares, or whatever, but theres really nothing else that occupies her mind.
“Around,” He replies. "She told me she's going shopping in the next town for some swimsuits. Or something.”
"Ah."
A seagull screeches from above.
“Wanna see who gets in the water first?"
Annabeth already jolts upwards into a sprint towards the shoreline. "Hey! No fair!”
So the next while is spent with nothing but firendly smiles and secretive glances from Percy, surfing and swimming and having the most fun they've had together in a while. Annabeth grabs his ankle from under the waves, and she thinks that that might be the loudest scream she's ever heard.
Percy, mind stuck with thoughts on revenge, tried to come up with a scare of his own, until his lame scare comes out as throwing a peice of seaweed on her forehead.
“Lameass!" She laughs, popping her head above the water.
“Smartass!” He yells back, eye twitching and tone sarcastic.
It isn't until the sun sets and the crabs crawl back into their caves is when they both flop back into the sand. Tired. Exhausted. Muscles sore and skin sunburnt.
For a solid thirty minutes it's just comftorable silence as the waves set the soundtrack. Along with the occasisonal him of the ocean, or even the cries of the cicadas back where the beach grass is.
For a solid thirty minutes, Annabeth thinks that she couldn't be more happier.
For a solid thirty minutes, all is calm, all is well, and nothing could be more perfect.
She closes her eyes for a minute thinking that she can spare one nap. Thinking that Percy will just wake me up, so it's fine if I snooze off, right?
Annabeth dozes off with thoughts of him.
When she wakes up, Pery isn't beside her.
Nor is he on the beach.
For a hot minute Annabeth freaks out, squinting through the darkness to search for his figure. The lantern her doesn't really provide much light, let alone three feet away from her.
But then she sees that his surfboard isn't wedged into the ground, and his things are still there.
So where is he?
Oh. Annabeth thinks lamely to herself when she spots the figure swaying with the waves atop his surfboard. There he is.
It's illogical, really, for her to go after him.
If you don't go, that Rachel girl's got him forever, her head prods, you'll lose him forever.
It's even more illogical when Annabeth grabs her surfboard with a determined look; sandy hair and all.
The waves are calm tonight. No huge crashing of the chilled water, no raging seas or bitterly cold air. The clouds enclose the pale moon, only tiny beams managing to escape. She thinks it casts a blue hue to everything.
Using her arm to paddle her way over, Annabeth catches a glimpse at the stars.
Gods, the stars.
They're brightー brighter than the city that isー and bigger, too. They shine in a way that leaves Annabeth breathless.
Percy hums when she closes in next to him. His limbs dangle off of the surfboard and into the cool waters, occasionally shifting to keep steady. She hums back in reply.
A small wave laps across the shore.
“That's Perseus.” Annabeth says lazily. She lays down, too, hair splayed across the board. "The constellation, I mean.”
“Perseus, huh?" Percy follows where she points: diagonal from the pair. “Like my name?"
"Like the Greek hero Perseus.” She murmurs quietly.
“You've told me about him." He recalls, "He slayed Medusa and saved Andromeda, right?"
"Mhm," Annabeth nods. "He also had a happy ending. That is, for most Greek heroes.”
She smiles to herself, and Percy can't really think of anything more beautiful than her.
Believe it or not, Percy is good at hiding things.
Like when he hides the secret stash of snacks under his bed from his mom, (for three years straight and running) or when he hid Mrs. O'Leary when she was just a pup in his closet.
He likes to think that he's good at hiding his feelings too.
Feelings about Annabeth, of course.
Not that he really has anything for herー it's just that whenever he sees her he gets a fluttery feeling in his stomach, his voice gets all awkward, his mind instantly goes to how fucking gorgeous she looks, and how she practically radiates coolness and calm.
Okay. So what if he's head over heels for her?
Percy thinks it started a while ago.
He thinks it started when Rachel first called him seaweed brain.
“-Seaweed brain,” it falls from her lips on a warm spring day, when they're sitting in his room while it rains.
Percy freezes to look at her. "What?"
“I said It raining cats and dogs out there,” Rachel repeats, “Seaweed brain."
When she catches the slightly shocked look on his face, she frowns. “Something wrong?”
"No,” He murmurs, looking down. "Actually- kinda. that nickname just threw me off a bit, I guess.” Percy give a lopsided smile.
Annabeth only calls me that, he thinks. It feels weird when you say it.
“Oh." She deadpans. “Should I not call you that then? I saw that Annabeth girl call you that, like, a ton of times in one of her letters.” Her eyebrows raise, and Percy reels.
“You were reading my letters?" He frowns. “...Whatever. The nickname- its kind of a personal thing. You know, between me and, uh... her. It'd be cool if you didn't say it.”
“Oh. Okay.” Rachel huffs.
Somehow, Percy never labeled it as love.
Percy didn't label it as love when Annabeth became the ‘nothing!' that came out of his mouth when Sally asked why he was smiling so much. Not when he couldn't stop staring at her in her swecause fuck, she looks so good. Not when Percy was confused on why his love for her became something more.
But that night, that one single night, when Annabeth came to join him under the stars, is when he thought otherwise.
With sunkissed sunburnt skin,
lips cracked and dry,
moonlight against her face,
The last day of Annabeth's vacation comes on a sunny humid day with the clouds nowhere to be seen.
He did label it love.
There isn't an air of despair, however, Annabeth'll be back next year for a solid week in winter. College would be a pain, so she'll have one last vacation with her family before she starts her career.
For some reason Percy isn't sad when the news comes to him on her college. New Rome, a prestigious school in the middle of both their cities. All he gives is a coy grin; she can't wrap her mind around hit quite yet.
"You got plans tonight?” Percy asks suddenly, his voice echoing through Annabeth's room.
“No.” She tilts her head. “Why? Got something planned?"
“Yeah, actually.” He grins. “We're going to a party of a friend of mine.”
“What?" Annabeth nearly falls off her bed, eyes widened and mouth agape. A party? Tonight?
“Yup! You better get ready, 'cuz we're leaving in...” Percy checks the clock on her bed side table. "Two hours. See ya!" Is all he says before he hopes out of her window.
Annabeth nearly screams, but remembers that he's been climbing and jumping out of her window for years now. she lets out a ragged sigh of relief.
"Fuck you!” She yells out to his figure, already dashing away. He turns around, sly smirk on his face.
“Only if you watch!"
And then he's gone, leaving Annabeth with a red hot face and a flustered mess.
Fuck.
.
.
The next two hours is- um, well...
Chaotic.
Just plain chaotic.
Her who closet is thrown into her bed in a contemplation what to wear. Light or dark? Whats the occasion? How much people are attending? What's the setting?
You're overthinking things again, Annabeth's mind jolts. Just throw something on!
Along with chaotic, she would also describe the scene as a fever dream.
She opts to wear a black bodycon dress with stringy ties and a loose and light jacket. Annabeth can't really deceive the rest of her look- her mind is all gushy and mushy.
So here she is, standing in front of the booming house, (Percy didn't even bother to drive here there, the jerk) hands fidgeting like she can't stop.
(She can't.)
Annabeth takes a deep breath. She won't be here for a while, so whats she so afraid about? Sure, there's somone puking in a bush that she wants no part in, and there might be concerning sounds coming from inside the huge building, but who's paying attention to that?
Before she can back out, a voice calls out her name.
"Wisegirl!" Percy beams, “Hey!”
“Seaweed brain.” Annabeth crosses her arms as a her bottom lip juts out. "We're were you?"
“Lets not focus on that." He nervously laughs. “But c'mon inside. I want you to meet a few people.”
"Hm?”
The house is just as bad as she thought.
Red Solo cups everywhere, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes especially strong near the kitchen and couches. Bodies bump into her here and there like some sort of mosh pit. They don't even apologize, instead murmuring something with a tipsy tone.
"Grover!" Percy calls a guy over. "Don't you remember Annabeth?”
"Annabeth?" Grover, what she can assume is his friend, looks over to them. His eyes light up when he meets her gaze.
"It's been a while!" Annabeth smiles. Grover! It's been a minute since she's seen him, back when they were all kids. She fondly remembers beach trips with him back then, eating popsicles on her cabin stairs and all.
“It certainly has,” He sighs happily.
Percy then introduces her to many others: Hazel, a bright girl with a even brighter smile, Frank, a towering guy with a friendly touch, Jasonー a blonde guy with a oddly stapler shaped scar on his lip, Piper, a bubbly girl with a flirtatious smile.
She'd go on about more of them, but at that point Annabeth would be rambling.
"Have you seen Percy around?" Annabeth asks to Grover when she loses him in the bustling crowd.
He nods his head no, and someone tugs on her arm.
“C'monnnn," A girl she met earlier drunkenly tugs harder, “We’re playing truth or dare downstairs!"
She wants do pull away, say no, but then Annabeth spots him in the crowd with people slung around him.
By the looks of it, they're flirting with him, words forming and lips ruling into flirtatious smiles. They touch him in ways that make her cringe.
Annabeth hates herself for frowning and continuing to stare. The worst part, thinks, is that he's not trying to pull away. Nor is he denying their actions. In fact, he's indulging in it.
Shit. She shouldn't be thinking this way. Percy's popular and nice. He's bound to attract a few people, and he's not hers.
Annabeth was never the jealous type, but for now she can let the horriblefeeling in her stomach slide just this once.
She accepts the girl's prodding with a feignged smile.
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BATIM Cthulhu AU: Season 1 Episode 2
✨Call of Cthulhu Season One Masterpost ✨ 💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀
Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: The Burning Stars scenario. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.
BENDY RPG HAS CONTINUED MORE. if you missed the last episode, here's my post about it, but essentially some friends and I are playing a Call of Cthulu campaign but it's been i n k e d. Here's some of my favourite bits from this last episode. EVERYONES DOING FINE!!
- Joey had a nightmare. I have had lots of fun giving Joey minor nerves about things due to this terrifying nightmare. Also he woke everyone up by having an argument with a sack of clothing.
- Got confirmation that Joey talks better French when he is drunk. And yes we apparently all know, a little French, cause otherwise we’d be very hecked,
- we're still being followed around by military people, and it's raining, so Joey fast talks them into giving the group a ride while Henry and Sammy try to figure what the fUCK he's doing now. Like, if they're gonna follow us around anyways at least they can help out.
- went to a fortune teller that we apparently visited before, which we know from Henry's sketches and the address we found. "Would you like to actually get your fortune told this time around?" Joey: "Yes." "what?? No." "/Yes./"
- Also Joey spends a lot of time during this fortune reading kicking Sammy under the table cause he won’t stop making snide remarks in the middle of it.
- Found a creepy house, entered said creepy house, p sure someone was murdered in here, everyone’s heads start to hurt like they have every time before we passed out, don’t wanna pass out in creepy house. Sammy bolts out of the house, Henry drags Joey along knowing Sammy's not waiting for either of them and they need to go (Joey is too engrossed in some books he found, one with his name on it!) Nobody wants to pass out in the house of a guy that was probably murdered, so instead we pass out on the lawn of a house where a guy was probably murdered.
- Guess who spent multiple hours sleeping on the lawn of a creepy house in a rain storm, and now are soaked to the bone tHESE GUYES. while sammy goes off to tELL SOMEONE ABOUT THE MURDER and joey sneaks off to try to steal some information, Henry... becomes one with the lawn for a little longer...
- We get interrogated in the back of the car by some military after they indeed found a dead body while searching with Sammy, in which Sammy being eXTREMELY sarcastic and Joey being eXTREMELY critical of their work ethics finally manages to snap Henry out of disassociating, and he manages to actually pursued them to BELIEVE THEM THIS TIME, ABOUT, EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN SAYING,,,
- sometimes we forget about the french checks, Shazz: “Sammy is going to go grab that box from the safe.” DM: Ummn... French?? Shazz: aRUGH, that’s right, Shazz: ... Shazz: Let that be in character. Sammy goes up and the guy talks to him in French and he’s like “aghhh, right...”
- Sammy then failed that French and had to go drag Joey downstairs right before he was able to dig into the room service that just arrived. He was not pleased about this, Joey: I was going to get food from the bakery but then I decided it was more important to figure out what the fuck is going on, Sammy: aND THEN DECIDED TO GET YOUR FORTUNE TOLD?? Joey: IT SEEMED LIKE THE BEST WAY TO GET INFORMATION Sammy: iNSTEAD OF ASKING ANY ACTUAL RELEVANT QUESTIONS-- Henry: I leave for 30 seconds and you guys are already arguing again.
- They managed to get a box of things the Missing Thomas Connor had left behind!! [Plays Tom’s audiolog] Sammy: ...so, Gent is selling illegal guns under our name, and in return, Joey gets something associated with this CULT, that he’s clearly here to investigate further--? Joey: [Is Eating.] Henry: [has his head in his hands] joey.... what were you doing...? Joey: [points at papers we found with the fork] Henry: [gives him a lOOK, reads out what’s on the papers which kinda just points more fingers at Joey] Joey: [points at the mirror frantically with his fork] Henry: I was already going to -- [ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: Henry is annoyed.]
- And to describe what the heck is going on in the picture I’ve drawn: Joey snuck downstairs to look at these weird tarot cards (that he was supposed to not touch and also destroy) and a book that was the Illusion of Living when he picked it up (but now is a completely different book (also the illusion of living was not published yet at this point in time)) with the mirror, while doing so a bunch of shadows show up in the window. When he approaches the window, his own reflection looks like Ink Demon Bendy, and then when he opens it to try and yell at all of them, sURPRISE THE INK DEMON IS ACTUALLY ON THE OTHER SIDE AND COMING FOR HIM NOW,
Sammy went out to smoke, and felt something weird and cold in his pocket, when he reaches in he finds his wallet and ID are spewing this inky goop all over, like just is pouring it out from ?? nowhere?? and for some reason his ID is a silhouette of himself, which is where the ink is coming from,
Henry is spending a nice time just chilling and drawing some to calm down, and then Sammy runs in and shoves the ID into Henry’s face asking if the picture on his ID also looks wrong to him. Problem is... it looks correct, as Sammy is now a black silhouette of himself, just like in the picture...
And then everyone freaks out and suddenly wakes up the next morning and everything is fine!! EVERYONE. IS. DOING. FINE.
--> Episode 3
✨Call of Cthulhu Season One Masterpost ✨ 💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀
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I Like Me Better | 10 - An Evening Interrupted
~ A Wayv Social Media AU Series ~
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Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?
Pairing: Reader x Xiao Jun
Themes and Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence and references to drinking/alcohol. Deals with themes of toxic masculinity, insecurity, gaslighting (sort of), and jealousy…
A/N: Sorry it's late today! I forgot to schedule the post for today and it took a while to edit!!
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Word Count: 1.9k Summary: This is literally just Kun being a badass dad friend... Not my best writing, but enjoy! ;)
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You sighed contentedly as you washed up the last of the dishes, draining the sink as Kun folded the dish towel, neatly hanging it on the towel rail. You’d had a pleasant evening cooking with him, making a number of Chinese dishes you’d wanted to try, like hot and sour stir-fried napa cabbage and beef noodle soup. You’d originally wanted to do all the cooking yourself and surprise the boys, but seeing as though now it was just the two of you, you’d thought it probably best to make use of Kun’s culinary skills. Having thoroughly tidied the kitchen and boxed up all the leftovers for Winwin and Yangyang, the pair of you made your way to the living room, dropping down onto the sofa which had become your pride and joy of your apartment. “Ahh I’m so full,” you said, exhaling heavily. “That was so good!” Kun chuckled. “Yeah, it turned out quite well,” he said, shifting the cushions behind him. You internally fist-pumped, secretly a little bit pleased that Kun enjoyed your meal. To be complimented on your cooking skills by chef Kun himself was the highest honour, although you couldn’t take all the credit since he’d actually done half the work. “Mainly thanks to you,” you said, smiling at him appreciatively, to which Kun chuckled dismissively. “Ah, you did most of the work, I was just your assistant,” he said. “A very helpful assistant,” you replied pointedly. “Wanna watch a movie then?” you asked as you reached for the remote control off the coffee table. “Sure, what were you thinking?” “Hmm, I’m not sure,” you said, wearily switching on the TV and xbox. You spent the next few minutes browsing Netflix to find something to watch and once you’d settled on a film you shifted closer to Kun, reaching for the blanket which had been lying haphazardly at the end of the sofa to keep you both cosy.
A few minutes into the movie, you felt the ceiling begin to vibrate and the heavy echo of pounding bass surge into the room. Kun turned to you to give you a look that seemed to say ‘what on earth?’ and you leaned your head back, letting out a frustrated groan realising that yet again it was your neighbour’s ridiculously loud music interrupting what was supposed to be a relaxing evening. “Is it always like this?” Kun asked, frowning. You shrugged. “I mean, it’s not everyday, but it’s pretty much always this loud…” You pouted sinking lower under the blanket. “I didn’t realise it was this bad. I’m surprised you get any sleep at all. I mean how can people be so inconsiderate?” You could hear the irritation in Kun’s voice. You were pretty angry about the constant noise emanating from upstairs, but you were generally quite passive whereas you could clearly tell Kun was starting to get pissed. “Yeah, I don’t know. It sucks, but I guess we’ve kind of gotten used to it now,” you replied. “How are you supposed to get used to it when you can barely even hear your own TV over it? You shouldn’t have to put up with it.” Kun said matter-of-factly. You groaned in response, burying your face in the blanket. “Aghhh I know, but it’s not like I can do much about it, I already tried asking him…” you whined, looking up at Kun in exasperation, but he met you with what can only be described as an unsympathetic look. “Of course you can do something about it! Why don’t you just talk to him again? And actually assert yourself this time? Or if that doesn’t work just talk to the building manager or put in a complaint or something. Honestly, you and Yangyang are hopeless…” He did have a point. There was plenty you could do but you just didn’t have the guts to do it. You were rather non-confrontational and didn’t want to end up in a nasty row with your neighbour after only one month of living there, but it seemed Kun had other ideas. “Ughh Kun, you know I don’t like confrontation. I don’t want to end up with a neighbour that hates me,” you said. Kun sighed. “So you’d rather have to put up with this everyday for the foreseeable future than have some asshole who’s not worth your time potentially dislike you?” You looked back at Kun sheepishly, almost as though you were a student who’d just been caught acting up by their teacher. You knew he was right, and you were being irrational, since Dejun’s music caused you problems daily, not to mention reducing your nightly sleep to an average of 4 hours, but you just didn’t have it in you to confront the issue. There was a pause before Kun pushed the blanket off his knees and stood up. “Well, if you’re not going to do anything then I will,” he said, before taking off toward the entrance hall of your apartment. “Wait what?!” you shreiked, panic bubbling up inside you at the thought of what he was going to do, and leaping to your feet you scurried down the hall after him. Kun swung your front door open as you caught up to him, and marched out of your apartment, turning to go up the stairs to the next floor. Now realising his intentions, you halted at the door, too embarrassed to also make an appearance at your neighbours door. Instead you stayed in the doorway peering round to the stairs and watching as Kun ascended. “Kun!” You squeaked. “What are you doing?!” Kun barely paused to look back at you before continuing on upwards.
As much as you wanted to chase after him and drag him back down the stairs, by the determined expression on his face you knew there was no point, so you stayed put, but after wedging your door open with one of Yangyang’s shoes that was cluttering up the entrance, you moved a little closer to the bottom of the stairs so as to try and hear what was going on. Soon you heard the clunk of a door opening, but clearly the walls were too thick, or something like that, as all you could hear was a faint mumbling, and you could only pick out one or two words. Nonetheless, you decided to stay there and listen, waiting in anticipation for the outcome of Kun’s abrupt disturbance of your neighbour’s evening.
~ Upstairs – Kun’s POV ~
“Yeah?” Xiaojun answered the door wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants, his dark brown hair flopping softly down over his equally dark eyes. His expression was one of disinterest, Kun thought, which only served to fuel his irritation. “Hi, I’m Kun. I’m a friend of y/n downstairs?” Kun faltered a little in his conviction. Confrontation wasn’t really in his nature, however his years battling to make it in such a competitive industry as his had taught him to take control and make a stand when he needed, so after taking a split-second to recompose himself, he spoke again, this time his voice much firmer. “We were wondering if you could possibly turn your music down. It’s incredibly loud and right now we’re trying to watch TV and it’s quite distracting. And actually y/n said it’s been a problem before.” “Huh. Why doesn’t y/n come ask me herself then since she’s the one who actually lives here?” Xiaojun challenged. Kun growled internally. The cheek of this guy. “I believe she already did, but apparently you didn’t listen, so I thought you might need a reminder,” Kun jabbed, becoming a little passive-aggressive. Xiaojun raised his eyebrows, sensing the frustration in Kun’s voice and scoffed. “What, you her boyfriend or something?” With every passing second Kun grew to dislike Xiaojun more and more, and that remark certainly didn’t help one bit, thus, deciding that he’d had enough of the shorter man’s attitude he decided to throw all pleasantries aside. He was done being nice. “So what if I am?” He said, standing taller, but to Kun’s displeasure, Xiaojun just chuckled darkly looking at the ground before lifting his eyes and smirking at the older man in front of him. “Heh, pretty bad boyfriend if she’s still using Tinder…” Kun clenched his jaw. Clearly that Lucas guy had been talking, making his tactic completely useless, but who the hell did this guy think he was? This level of antagonism was completely unreasonable, and over what? Turning some goddamn music down. “Look,” Kun said. “I don’t want any trouble, but could you please just turn the music down? Y/n’s tired all the time these days because your music keeps her up all hours and she has to get up to go to work early in the morning. Just because you’re a failed musician or something doesn’t mean no one else has jobs to go to.”Kun hadn’t intended on saying the last part of his speech, since he knew himself how hard an industry it was to break into, and it wasn’t really his style to shame someone like that, but something about Xiaojun’s attitude just made him annoyed beyond reasonable reaction and boy did his outburst hit a nerve. “Excuse me?” Xiaojun replied, his voice much louder than before and his posture much more aggressive compared to the casual position he had been in just seconds ago. But Kun wouldn’t be intimidated, and glared at Xiaojun, looking him directly in the eyes to make one final comment. “Just keep it down, or we’ll be putting in a formal complaint”. “Yeah, whatever,” was the only reply Xiaojun gave, before stepping back and shutting the door in Kun’s face. Could’ve gone better, but it certainly got the message across.
~ Downstairs – Your PoV ~
You stood in the stairwell fidgeting your hands and straining to listen to the exchange between the two men upstairs. It had only been a couple of minutes but it was making you tense nonetheless. You were silently willing Kun to waltz down the stairs saying everything was fine but suddenly you heard a voice from upstairs much more clearly. Your eyes widened and you cringed as you heard Xiaojun’s raised voice rhetorically asking “excuse me?!”, realising the conversation wasn’t going as pleasantly as you had hoped. You weren’t sure you wanted to hear the rest of it, but you kept on listening. Luckily for you however, the voices returned to the same muffled humming as before, until you heard a door slam, Kun emerging on the stairs a moment later. “Kun! What happened?!” you whisper-shouted, as though you were afraid Xiaojun might hear you, moving out of the way as Kun strode past you before following him back into your apartment. Kun stopped in the hallway briefly to look at you. “Lets just say I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.” You wanted to ask what on earth had gone on, but clearly that was all Kun was willing to say on the matter, so you simply followed him back to the living room where he flopped down onto his place on the couch. “Come on then, now we can actually watch the movie,” Kun said, stretching his arm out to you as you wandered towards the couch. Obediently, you took his hand and he pulled you down next to him so you leant against his shoulder, throwing the blanket that had earlier fallen to the floor over you both, and with that you spent the rest of the evening watching the film in peace, but with the niggling thought in the back of your mind that your neighbour Xiaojun may very well have just put you on a vendetta list.
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Chapter 26: More about you
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You heard Katsuki phone go off for the 11th time today and he just kept hanging up every time
“You know Katsuki, if you just answer her she may stop calling you every ten minutes.” you suggested as you played the stuffed rabbit ears making them flop around.
“No thanks, she is probably calling me about some birthday shit or something.”
“YOUR BIRTHDAY!” you said sitting straight up “KATSUKI WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS SOON!”
“God dammit should of kept my mouth shut.” he said as you latched yourself onto his side
“Come on when is your birthday?” you asked giving him your best set of puppy dog eyes.
“That shit doesn't work on me (Name).” Katsuki said shoving his hand in your face.
“Then why are you covering my face?” you asked “also your sweat smells, also if I licked your hand right now would i die?"
“Only if I decided to light it up.” Katsuki said, removing his hand “now get off me you are making me all sweaty.”
“You are always sweaty, now tell me when is your birthday!” you demanded
“No.” he said
“Aghhh what's the big deal it's just your birthday, I wanna do something nice for you.”
“It's nice everyday. Why do I need one day a year where people go out of their way to celebrate me, they should celebrate me everyday!”
“Katsuki, you can't hide behind your god complex this time.” you said grabbing his arm and trying to pull him over “tell me or else.”
“Or else what.” he said unfazed by your attempts to pull him over
“Or else I'll throw birthday party everyday for the rest of April for you, ill make a cake everyday and invite over all your friends each day till April ends.”
“You wouldn't dare.” he said
“Katsuki...i dare.” you said
“Ugh fine it's on the 20th there happy, but no birthday parties, no cake, no balloons, no nothing just another day, got it!” Katsuki said as he phone rang and you grabbed it “(name) do not pick that up!”
“I won't but you should just get her off your back, I mean she is your mom how bad can she be.”
“....” Katsuki was silent and grabbed the phone and pressed start call
“KATSUKI BAKUGOU IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU PICKED UP YOUR DAMN PHONE, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR THE LAST TWO MONTHS, DO YOU KNOW HOW DAMM WORRIED I WAS ABOUT YOU, SEEING YOU IN THE NEWS EVERYDAY, YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!” you heard the other side of the phone scream at you and were amazed that it wasn't on speaker.
“Nice to hear for you too.” Katsuki said as he rolled his eyes "What do you want? I'm busy, you know being the pro hero and all.”
“DON'T YOU PULL THAT CRAP WITH ME, PRO HERO OR NOT I AM STILL YOUR MOTHER!” she yelled “anyway i came to call you because your birthday is coming up and you should visit your old town here, also i heard from Inko, Izuku got back from America you should see him before he gets pulled back into his hero work.”
“That's why you have been calling me, to tell me some shitty news and all.” “IT ISN'T SHITTY, also I'm your mother I'm allowed to be concerned about my son, like your relationship with that one women, ugh I never liked her and then i learned she tried to hurt you, I'm allowed to check up on you!”
“Whatever, look I'll come down for my birthday if you will stop harassing me every ten minutes.”
“GREAT!” she said
“Also I'll be bringing someone with me.” Katsuki said
“Is it Kirishima, he is a nice man after all ,still don't know why he decided to befriend you and your poor attitude.” She said
“No not him! I'm bringing my girlfriend with me.” Katsuki said
“WAIT SINCE WHEN DID YOU START DATING AGAIN-”
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Katsuki hung up the phone, and tossed it on the side of the couch
“Well i can see where you get your lovely temperament.” you said
“What was that?” Katsuki asked glaring at you, you just bopped his nose and he scrunched up his face
“Don't worry I know the difference between just a grumpy person and pure hatred.” you said
“OH really how?” Katsuki asked
“It's all in the eyes.” you said “you learn to tell the difference.”
“How did you learn the difference?” Katsuki asked
“....they aren't the same as my fathers eyes.” you said “your eyes have some type of drive that pushes you forward, my father just had hatred.”
“I swear if I ever meet your dad I'm kicking his ass.” Katsuki said, and you laughed “oi what's so funny.”
“I appreciate it but that's impossible.” you said
“Why's that?” Katsuki said “I mean your family was abusive so the state took you away from them.”
“....so that's what you think will happen.” you said grabbing onto your rabbit “No i only have one living relative now.”
“What...who?”
“My older brother...his name was Joey..haha I won't bore you with my past, sorry for bringing it up, i don't mean to be a downer, I mean we should be talking about your birthday.” “(Name) you can tell me what happened to your family, I mean I've been trying to avoid the subject as well as I can but I really have no idea about your past at all.”
“Can you tell me something about your past then?” you asked, Katsuki let out a sigh
“Okay fine but you can't tell anyone got it.” Katsuki said
"I have no one to tell so I got it.” you said nodding your head
“Okay fine, when i was in middle school before training to be a hero i got attacked by this well they called it the sludge villain, think swerve villain would be a better suited name, so i got attacked by it and well it was so hard to breath like i was underwater, and all the so called pro heroes couldn't defeat it or do shit about it, meanwhile I'm there suffocating and you know what happen, my damn childhood friend who i wasn't even on good terms with came to help me, I survived but ugh the feeling of anything on my neck makes me go into flight or fight response.”
“That's horrifying.” you said “so you can't stand the feeling of anything on your neck.”
“Yup...can't stand the feeling.” Katsuki said, you looked down on the rabbit plush you were holding and took a breath and decide to tell him what you could stomach.
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Hiding and Seeking (Final Rose AU)
This is set in the Penny x Ruby x Weiss AU.
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“Heheheh!” Li struck a pose as she cackled malevolently at Luna and flexed her biceps. “You’re no match for us at hide and seek!”
Alison nudged her with her elbow. “Try to be nicer when you win.”
Luna huffed at her cousin. “You’re only beating me because you’re a Faunus.”
“That’s not true,” Li protested. “I’m beating you because I’m awesome.”
“Actually,” Alison pointed out. “The only reason you can find her when she hides is because you’re following her scent.”
Li huffed. “There’s no rule saying that Luna can’t try the same. It’s not my fault that my sense of smell is better.”
“You could still be nicer about it,” Alison insisted. “Blake Mom is always telling you to be a better winner.”
“Well, I bet you couldn’t beat my Penny Mom,” Luna declared. “She’s invincible at hide and seek!”
“Yeah?” Li folded her arms across her chest. “Go get her. I’ll beat her right now because I’m even more invincible.”
Alison sighed. “That’s not how invincibility works.”
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Fact #1: As a cat Faunus, Li’s sense of smell was roughly ten to fifteen times more sensitive than a human’s.
Fact #2: Penny’s stealth capabilities included near-complete scent suppression.
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Li huffed and smelled the air again. It was like Luna’s Penny Mom had just vanished completely. There was definitely a scent trail leading from the house into the garden, but after that it just vanished.
“Hah!” Luna jabbed one finger at Li and danced a merry jig around her in a display of sportsmanship that was the equal to Li’s earlier gloating. “You can’t find her, can you?”
“I can totally find her!” Li sniffed the air again. There had to be some trick to it. People couldn’t just make their scent disappear.
“You’d better hurry up then.” Luna was grinning from ear to ear. “Because you’re running out of time.”
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Fact #3: Penny’s stealth capabilities also included adaptive camouflage across the entire electromagnetic spectrum, as well as Aura suppression and sound suppression. Essentially, she can turn invisible.
Fact #4: Penny had moved precisely three feet to the right of her starting position and was currently floating an inch off the ground, so as not to leave any impressions in the grass.
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“AGHHH!” Li threw her hands up in frustration. “Fine! I'm out of time! Your Penny Mom wins.”
“I told you so!” Luna resumed her merry jigging and finger jabbing as Alison did her best to hold back her irate twin. “Penny Mom, you can come out now.”
“You weren’t that far off,” Penny said to Li, appearing behind her.
“AHHHHH!” Li did a magnificent impression of a cat as she leapt into the air and then landed in a crouch. “What? You were there the whole time?”
Penny nodded. “Yes.”
Li’s eye twitched. “But how come I couldn’t smell you?”
“I can suppress my scent.”
“But shouldn’t I have heard you breathing or something?” Li asked.
“I can suppress sound around myself, but...” Penny smiled. “What makes you think I need to breathe?”
“Because...” Li covered her face with her hands. “You don’t need to breathe, do you?”
“No.” Penny’s smile widened. “I also don’t have quite the same sort of heart as you do although I suppose my Aura Core might qualify as a heart of sorts.” Penny rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Then again, if you think of the heart as the organ that pumps blood through your body, then you might be able to say that I have several since I do have multiple ultra-small-scale anti-matter reactors...”
Li made a face and looked at Alison. “Do you think that counts as cheating?”
“I don’t think so.” Alison chuckled. “Just admit you lost.”
“I guess...” Li sighed and then struck another pose. “But I’ll win next time! Or my name isn’t Li Xiao-Long-Rose-Branwen-Belladonna-Schnee-Nabaat!”
Luna snickered. “Heh. Your name is way too long.”
Penny raised one eyebrow and ruffled Luna’s hair. “I think yours is just as long, Luna.”
“What?” Luna’s brows furrowed. “Actually...” She whispered to herself. “Luna Rose-Xiao-Long-Branwen-Schnee-Polendina... uh oh.”
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Author’s Notes
Heh. Li can be a bit of a troll, and Luna isn’t someone who’ll take that behaviour from someone else although it’s really all just in jest. Alison is the calm one out of the three, so things generally work out. But, yeah, don’t challenge Penny to a game of hide and seek unless you’ve got some really great senses or abilities.
Funnily enough, Li could theoretically win if she brought along someone who lives nearby. Pyrrha and her family live nearby and although Penny’s adaptive camouflage would normally conceal her from any electromagnetic sensor techniques, Pyrrha’s mastery of her Semblance is such that she would be able to notice the minute differences.
Also, their surnames are a reference to the struggle their grandparents had. In this AU, Summer, Taiyang, and Raven are a thing, but they could never quite settle on what their combined surname should be. In the end, they kind of just went ‘screw it we’ll hyphenate’ resulting in something of a monstrosity. The reason Luna’s surname starts with Rose and not Xiao-Long is due to Ruby choosing to have her surname start with Rose because of her similarity to her mother while Yang opted to start hers with Xiao-Long due to her similarity to her father (and the fact that Raven only returned later).
This has led to all sorts of legal aggravation that persists well into the future. As for why Li has Nabaat at the end of her name, it’s because Neo took Nabaat as a surname after eventually getting adopted by Jihl. Yes, Jihl eventually admitted that she saw Neo as a daughter and not as a tool. It only took years of badgering from Lebreau and amused taunting from Jahne.
Contrast this naming debacle with Averia’s situation. Her name after marrying Elsa is simply Averia Yun-Farron Arendelle although, amusingly, Elsa signs her private correspondence with Averia as Elsa Yun-Farron. Meanwhile, Serah is chilling as Serah Villiers.
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