#and honestly if it's just 'god fucking dammit why do i like you' it's like. idk bro? ur not selling it to me

[aro-culture-is]

(Demi)aro culture is being utterly baffled by “enemies to lovers” but “enemies to friends to lovers makes total perfect sense”

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[astranauticus]

i'm not even done with the new rwd episode but. spoilers ahead

anyway funny thing. i wasn't like, super on board with the professionals when i was first binging through the first 3 seasons and especially once we got to season 3 i tunnel visioned on VR-LA and MR-SN super hard (as is probably extremely obvious from my art) but like. 4.5?? the exchange they had??? the fucking breakup scene???? yeah. yeah i get it now. i have no idea why or what changed but i have now Gotten It at the worst possible timing. what the hell

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

scotland is now doing more for gender recognition certificates and guess who comes out of the fucking woodwork---

[kuiinncedes]

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[stevebabey]

no one asked but this is the post that inspired this! thank u immensely for the luv <3 number 1 comment was wondering what steve’s bids were & from his pov, so without further ado...enjoy — part one here!

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Begrudgingly, Eddie has to admit that Robin might be right.

It’s impossible not to be looking for the bids since he brought them up to her. Even though Eddie was fully expecting to tell Robin to suck it, maybe even wager what little money he had against this working out, Eddie can’t help but watch for them in every interaction. And fuck, she’s right.

They’re little, but they’re there.

The first one Eddie would’ve missed if he wasn’t looking for it. Actually, that’s a lie; Eddie does miss it, until Robin points it out, the nosy bitch. It’s minuscule and honestly, it just seems like Steve asking his opinion — which friends do all the time! It’s why Eddie brushes right over it.

“Okay, be honest,“ Steve had said, walking and talking as he entered the living room where Robin and Eddie were sprawled across the couches. They were both waiting on him, the three of them set on heading out to the drive-in to catch a film.

Eddie can’t fathom why Steve felt the need to change his outfit for it, but when he returns, he gets it. It’s not quite the usual polo Eddie had grown to like on Steve, this one hanging a little looser, the colour a bit darker than Steve’s usual choice, the sleeves a little shorter — almost midway to a muscle tee.

Steve’s fingers fiddle with the distressed collar of the shirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles and fussing over nothing. He swishes back his floppy hair with a flick of his head. “It’s a new shirt, I know it’s a little different - but what do we think?”

He says we but he’s looking at Eddie.

Eddie, who has taken to trying to reel in his gawp because what the fuck Steve? It’s like he’s well aware of what drives Eddie insane and has specifically leaned into it. Some evil goblin in Eddie’s brain whispers think how good he’d look in your shirt and he squashes it, giving a visible twitch to shut down that train of thought.

From the other couch, Robin clears her throat loudly and smiles sweetly at her best friend. “It looks great, Steve.”

It’s sincere and Steve’s mouth tugs up, nearly a smile but his gaze fast-tracks back to Eddie. Eddie nods in agreement, a bit sluggish from his distracting thoughts and god dammit, the extra exposed skin of Steve’s arms are so not helping. “Yeah, looks... looks good, man.”

Steve smiles, lips pressed together but his shoulders curl in just a bit, deflating just a tad. From where Steve can’t see her, Robin waves her hands wildly and catches Eddie’s attention. He watches as she gestures wildly and it takes a moment to realise what’s she mouthing — ‘A bid! That’s a bid, you idiot!’

Oh fuck, Eddie thinks. Cos it totally was; the question, the focus on Eddie. He doesn’t even think about the logistics of it, of the fact Robin was right, just jumps right into picking up the bid.

“You trying a new style?” Eddie asks and then thanks whatever god invented the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it schtick because he’s feeling so far from casual or confident. “Going metal on me, big boy?”

Eddie just manages to catch the grin that breaks across Steve’s face as he turns away, giving a scoff — it comes out too soft though, giving away his complete lack of annoyance. He pulls that usual Steve Harrington pose, hands sliding onto his hips, and screws his face into some melted smiley-grimace. “Shut up, Munson.”

Eddie grins and goads on the blush that’s beginning on Steve’s neck, a glorious tinged pink colour. “If this shirt is any indication, you’d pull it off just fine.”

Eddie watches the blush climb higher as Steve ignores the comment, his smile still giving him away. He grabs his coat and pats down his jeans — ridiculous tight acid wash jeans that Eddie hates he’s somehow become attracted to — ensuring he has his keys and wallet. Once assured, he looks up at his two friends again, brows raised, and says, “Ready to rock and roll?”

That comment alone has Eddie seriously reconsidering his type in men.

There’s only a brief moment to talk about it when Eddie and Robin cajole Steve into going and getting them both popcorn to get a moment alone. Steve had scoffed, face twitching in the way it did whenever he tried to hold back a bitchy comment, but he still stomped off in the direction of the snack stand.

The moment he’s out of earshot, both voices explode in the back of Eddie’s van.

“What did I say—”

“Jesus H Christ, you were right—”

“Literally how many times do I have—”

“Oh my god, you were right—”

“ —before you realise I��m always—”

“Robin.” He cuts her off, hands landing on her shoulders. Robin eyes them warily, lips still parted from how her rant had been cut off. “Robin, I’m gonna kill you.”

“What?” Robin’s nose scrunches up. “What the hell are you—”

“Oh Christ, I can’t believe- how long have you noticed those bids?” Eddie’s aware he sounds a bit estranged, eyes probably wide and it doesn’t help when he softly shakes Robin back and forth. She lets herself be shaken, hair flying back in forth. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! You are such a bad gay friend!”

Robin smacks his hands off her shoulders with a frown, her freckly face perturbed at Eddie’s outburst. “Dude, it’s not my fault! May I remind you that until very very recently you were seeing someone else? What difference would it have made?”

Eddie waves his hand, disregarding the point with a shake of his head. His unkempt curls cover his face and Eddie sweeps them back in one motion, “What difference would it have made? Oh my, Jesus—“

Whatever long-winded sentence Eddie was about to spit out is lost by the sound of Steve’s approaching footsteps, effectively shutting both of them up.

Eddie flings himself to the other side of the van, putting an unusual amount of distance between Robin and him like they were being caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Robin frowns at him and gestures wildly with her hands in a way that means what the fuck man? Eddie gestures back, though he’s not entirely sure what his fast hand motions are supposed to mean when Steve rounds the door.

He’s got two buckets of popcorn tucked under each arm and Eddie quickly crosses his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits like his stupid hand motions will somehow give him away. 

Steve looks up, stopping just a way from the edge of the van, and looks at the pair of them. His eyes track from Robin still sitting on one of the old cushions and looking two seconds from burying her face in her hands, across to Eddie. He huffs a laugh and kneels on the edge of the van.

“I know he’s gross Robin,” He begins, tone light, as he holds out one of the buckets for Robin to take. “But c’mon, is the distance really necessary?”

Robin snickers as Eddie makes an appalled noise, both of which make Steve smirk. He holds out the other for Eddie to take and Eddie snatches it, glaring at him over the buttery rim for his comment. Then takes a handful and shovels it in because he can’t think of a witty comment to retaliate. Steve crawls into the van and plops himself between them with a content sigh.

“See? Gross.” He teases, shoving his hand into Eddie’s popcorn bucket to grab a handful. Eddie scowls and chews a little faster when the flavour on his tongue seems to register in his brain.

His eyes stare at the popcorn bucket as he chews, then swallows — up the front of the van, the radio that’s tuned into the correct frequency begins playing the opening credits song as the screen changes. Silence sweeps across the drive-in but despite the sudden hush, Eddie has no qualms about breaking it.

“Sweet n’ salty flavour?” He asks Steve, only half attempting a whisper. Robin shushes him instantly, her focus already on the movie that’s beginning. Steve smiles, looking a bit sheepish beneath the glow of the drive-in screen, but he nods.

“I know you like it.” He whispers with a small shrug of his shoulders. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Fuck, Eddie thinks again and hastily feeds himself another handful of popcorn before he says anything majorly stupid in response to that, like: Oh, amazing- have you noticed the big fat crush I have on you as well?

He doesn’t even need to look at Robin to know she’s smiling, smug as ever.

—

Steve, God bless his oblivious little heart, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Steve likes Eddie. Eddie is— god, Eddie is different but he’s good.

He’s this strange amalgamation of traits that Steve can’t comprehend how they fit together in one body or how Eddie manages to pull it all off completely charmingly.

He’s loud, he says rude things, he’s fucking dorky, and far too sweet on the kids — he likes to tease Steve, and yet somehow, when Eddie calls him ‘pretty boy’, Steve knows he’s not actually making fun of him.

Steve likes Eddie, likes his boyishly endearing charm, likes his touchiness towards Steve that no other boy his age is like, likes his messy curls and his ‘holier than thou’ attitude about metal music even though Steve doesn’t get it, like at all. And fuck, Steve really wants Eddie to like him.

It reminds him faintly of when he first started working alongside Robin at Scoops. That thought tickles in the back of his mind, something along the lines of how he had wanted Robin to like him for other reasons, but he doesn’t delve into it.

To Steve, it’s simple: he just wants Eddie to like him.

After the night at the drive-in, between Eddie acting strangely skittish and Robin giving more amused snorts than usual, Steve knows something is up.

He knows they must have discussed something when they sent him on popcorn duty, the bastards. He tries his best to not feel left out; god knows Robin and he have more than a dozen secrets they’ve sworn not to tell anyone but each other.

Besides, Steve trusts Robin to come and tell him if he really needs to know, even if it does worry him a bit. He bites down his anxious thoughts, even trying for a moment to see if there’s a pattern he’s been missing.

That train of thought gets derailed when Steve recalls instead Eddie’s delightful reaction to his new shirt — that Steve definitely hadn’t bought for that specific reason.

Even though Robin had given him that look when he’d first shown it to her — her bright eyes had narrowed, her smile turning a little more coy, and Steve had felt his ears get a little hotter. She hadn’t said anything though, just suggested that he should wear it tomorrow night when they were going out with Eddie.

God, he was glad she suggested it.

Rewinding over Eddie’s parted lips, the way his brown eyes had drank in the details as they trailed up his body and lingered on his arms— Steve had the sudden thought to flex the muscle, just to elicit some reaction, but it had gone out the window at Eddie’s original dismal reaction.

‘Yeah, looks... looks good, man’. Said all aloof, like he hadn’t really thought it. It was like bursting a balloon hidden behind Steve’s ribs, one he wasn’t even aware was there until it was deflating pathetically, making his shoulders sag.

Then— ‘You trying a new style? Going metal on me, big boy?’ And dammit, it’s like Eddie had clocked exactly what calling him ‘big boy’ had done the first time in the Winnebago.

Eddie had then grinned, done another once over of the new shirt, even as Steve pretended to search for his keys and wallet while saying something snarky to try to cover up the heat crawling up his neck. Yet, Steve found himself smiling too because, fuck yes, Eddie liked it too.

But, apparently, whatever Eddie and Robin had discussed wasn’t considered important enough because Robin never brought it up.

The thought and worry about it melt away in Steve’s mind until the memory of that night is about Eddie’s compliment, about his cat-like grin over the popcorn bucket, and how he had leaned over to whisper every bad joke into Steve’s ear all through the movie.

Some of them had been down-right filthy jokes which Eddie only seemed to enjoy more when Steve screwed his face up and nudged Eddie in the ribs, yet unable to hide his smile.

After the third vulgar joke and subsequent nudge, Steve had chided ‘dude’ with a poorly hidden grin. Eddie, smile all cheeky, had nudged him back with a ‘dude’ of his own.

Which, of course, ensued a nudge competition til Robin had given a shush that librarians all over the world would be jealous of. But Steve didn’t even care because he and Eddie were arm to arm, pressed close together and Eddie…didn’t move. Stayed close, like he wanted the closeness the same way Steve did.

Steve only remembers the strange drive-in moment when Robin brings it up finally, on one interesting Saturday night.

It’s not the usual routine; it’s not very often that the whole group gets together to share drinks and get rowdy.

But it was for Robin’s birthday and she’d been persuasive enough to get even the introverts, like Jonathan, to come along. Though, she was aware he’d probably spend the night on a pool lounger, stoned to high heaven. Whatever floats your boat, she’d said, happy for the company in any form.

There’s enough of them there that it almost resembles some sort of party— and makes Steve try not to think about the last small party he threw here. He can tell Nancy notices it too, eyeing the pool a bit too long in a way he’s very familiar with, then taking a swig of beer.

So, Steve heckles them inside — doing a fantastic mothering impression as he waves the group indoors with a promise of pizza, and that has both Jonathan and Argyle perking up and beginning a fast discussion on the best pizza toppings.

Eddie makes a fuss, because of course he does, and moans terribly when Steve tries to roll him off the pool lounger he’s on. He’s had a bit of a joint and some beer, and Steve’s learned that he gets adorably stubborn after some substances.

“Stevie, this is mean,” he had pouted, gripping the edges of the lounger and staring up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “You telling me I did all that bonding with you for nothing? Can’t even lounge by the pool! I’ve got a couch at homeeeee.”

Steve had sent him an amused look of disbelief, hands on his hips after his first round of flicks against Eddie’s arm were apparently fruitless to get him to move. “Really? Didn’t peg you for a gold-digger, Eds.”

Eddie had snorted at that, one hand coming to slap over his mouth. Steve couldn’t quite hear what he had said but the words pegging and anytime slipped through and Steve thinks he could get the gist of that.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Steve muttered, feeling the tips of his ears turn warm. He didn’t know how Eddie could be such a menace— or why he enjoyed it so much when he was. Steve waved a hand in the direction of the doors, ignoring Eddie’s delighted snickering. “If you go inside now, you can be on music, alright?”

And that had finally got them all indoors, Eddie whooping and skedaddling through the doors in an instant, with a call of ‘no take backsies!’ echoing behind him.

Inside was much cozier, the whole group a little more connected when squished up on the couches together. Eddie had taken Steve’s word and was jamming a cassette into one of the speakers when Steve made it back inside after scouting around the pool for leftover cans and butts to throw out.

He’s just been thinking about what playful jab he could make at Eddie’s music, like Eddie always did to him when Robin hollered at him from the kitchen.

“Steve!” She’d yelled excitedly and he come to find her quick, brows raised as he entered the kitchen. She was grinning, already a bit jumpy as she got when she had a bit of liquor — but apparently not enough because when Steve saw what she’d called him in for, she’d announced, “Tequila shots!”

Which lead to now. A hazy combination of beer, tequila, and a bit of weed, and Steve is feeling good. Robin had managed to hijack the music not too long ago, with a hiccup of ‘it’s my birthday’ that had Eddie surrendering with a pout.

She’d since put on a bit of everything: some Blondie for Nance, Talking Heads for Jonathan, and some Bowie, just so she and Steve could dance along to ‘Magic Dance’ and she could do all the silly little goblin voices that made them both cackle.

Steve realised at some point that Robin was playing their mixtape, the one she’d made for driving in the morning, and nearly tripped stumbling over to her in his excitement. He grabbed her shoulders, not too hard, and squeezed.

“Is it- is this our mixtape?” Steve asked, words slurring only a bit. Robin gleamed, hair bouncing with her excited nod.

“Yes!” She was already dancing, even though the tape was between songs — because she knew what song was coming. “It’s Springsteen time, Steve!”

Right as the drums to Born to Run filtered out the speaker.

And oh, Steve loves Robin so much. He loves having a best friend that knows his favourite song and gets jittery and excited because she knows it’s about to play— that she put it on this mix for him.

“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, the words bursting out like he can���t control them. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed, just happy, just drunk, and overwhelming happy to be able to have this.

And even though Robin knows this, she still beams, feet dancing along and just begins to sing along with the song, “In the days, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream…”

It’s a brazen drunken performance from the both of them. Steve’s chest is heaving after just one chorus that he’s pretty sure he put his whole soul into and he’s so fucking happy —and it feels like pure instinct to seek out Eddie, his eyes scouring the room for him.

Eddie’s leaned up against the wall, hiding his smile behind a can and Steve doesn’t think twice about it— doesn’t think about why he’s so drawn to Eddie, why he wants to include him in this happiness — just extends his hand out and grins.

Eddie sees the bid coming this time.

Part Three.

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[ak319]

Haii!, I really like your Arthur Morgan series and I've also read it several times and it's not boring at all!🫶🏻

Can I make a request? If so, can you make the reader jealous because Arthur is close to Mary Beth?🫶🏻 (Arthur and the reader's relationship is not platonic!)

(AN: Tsym! Remind me why we making Y/n suffer again? PS: I'm terrible at writing jealousy shit ngl and I legit dunno why. AND THATS LIT WHAT YALL KEPT ASKING FOR-😭☠) Hope yall enjoy reading lol)

Warnings/MDNI: None, just angst and then fluff to soothe your asses-

You were by the lake, lazily washing clothes. The day had you feeling sluggish, and the pleasant weather didn’t exactly help motivate you. The water was just the right temperature, cool enough to refresh but warm enough to keep you rooted in place. You should really pick up the pace, finish up, and grab some tea--or coffee--or a well-deserved break.

The faint hum of camp activity behind you was oddly comforting, a soothing backdrop to your thoughts. That is until you heard footsteps crunching on the gravel, quick and impatient, followed by a sharp curse.

“Dammit! I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you, girl.”

You glanced over your shoulder, grinning as Molly stormed up to you, her face a mix of exasperation and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“For God’s sake, Molly, you know my Tuesday routine by now,” you teased, tossing a wet shirt into the basket beside you. “It’s not like this camp is big enough to lose someone. Honestly, I think you’re just bad at looking.”

She didn’t laugh. Not even a crack of a smile. Instead, she stood there, arms crossed, her expression tight with barely-contained frustration. You paused mid-scrub, a curious eyebrow raised.

“What’s gotten into you? You look ready to murder someone.”

“Oh, sure,” she snapped, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Leave it to ever-so-clueless (Y/N) to not notice a damn thing going on around her.” She gestured wildly toward the camp as though you were missing some grand spectacle.

You blinked, thoroughly confused. “What the hell are you on about?”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she hesitated as if debating whether you were even worth the explanation. Then, with a dramatic huff, she took a step closer, glaring down at you like you’d personally wronged her.

“Let me spell it out for you. Do I even bother tellin’ you what’s happening? Or should I just assume it won’t make a difference because your ‘dearest cold heart’ won’t care? Or worse, you’ll just laugh it off like you always do!”

Your hands stilled in the water, the soap slipping through your fingers. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

"Y’know, what I just heard and saw?” Molly huffed, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. “Mr. Arthur Morgan, having a chat with Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth! That same snake who’s all over Dutch, and now, apparently, your man, (Y/N)!”

Her voice rose with each word, and you blinked, caught completely off guard. She leaned in, her eyes narrowing as if trying to gauge your reaction. “I swear to God, she was asking him to buy her another one of those silly romance books for her lovesick brain. I mean, why Arthur, huh? Why doesn’t she go pester Kieran’s ass instead?”

Hearing her rant, you stood up, gripping the damp shirt in your hands as you processed her words. “Wh--sounds like a friendly chat to me, Molly,” you said, trying to brush it off with a shrug. “I mean, Arthur brings stuff for everyone. He goes out the most, doesn’t he? And, well, Kieran… he’s not exactly allowed far from camp neither he can afford anything right now. They still don’t trust him, y’know. And Arthur, he’s like a brother to Mary-Beth-"

“Don’t even start with that ‘brother’ shit, (Y/N),” Molly snapped, cutting you off. “It's just a facade.”

Your mouth fell open, heat rushing to your face at the implication. Uncertainty clawed at your chest as you tried to stammer a response, but she wasn’t done. Molly’s jealousy toward Mary Beth only seemed to fuel her fire, her words coming quicker now, sharp and biting.

“And don’t act like it couldn’t happen. You think she doesn’t see how kind he is to you? How he looks at you when he thinks no one’s watching? Oh, she sees it. And she’d snatch him up the moment she gets the chance.”

You clenched your jaw, her words making you shift uncomfortably. Sure, you trusted Arthur, but the venom in Molly’s tone, the way her words seemed to twist around your insecurities, left you feeling just the slightest bit unsteady.

"Did he even say goodbye to you before he sprang into action?” Molly pressed, her voice softer now, almost pitying. “And the other day, weren’t you telling me you needed some cream for your hands? You even told him, and look, just look at your hands.”

Her gaze dropped to your chapped and reddened fingers, and you instinctively tried to wipe them dry on your skirt, as if that would somehow make them better. Her words were digging deeper now, clawing at something vulnerable in you. Did he forget to bring it? Or worse, did he not care enough to remember? Had your wishes, his woman’s wishes, stopped mattering to him altogether?

“This is bullshit, you should have run away with that pen pal of yours, to be honest when you had the chance,” Molly muttered, crossing her arms. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you she’s after Dutch. And now she’s after both! I swear, those books she reads must be teaching her these tactics. Manipulative little-"

“I--y’know what?” you cut her off, your voice suddenly firm as your gaze drifted to the camp, your eyes narrowing.

“What?” Molly asked, surprised by your sudden shift in tone.

“Let’s just go,” you said, your voice laced with resolve.

“Go where?”

“Town.”

Without waiting for her to argue, you kicked the bucket of soapy water, sending it tumbling into the river, the suds spilling out and disappearing downstream. The laundry lay abandoned on the grass as you turned and marched toward the stables, Molly following close behind.

Damn everyone, then.

❀˖°

Arthur returned to camp, expecting to find you in his tent as usual. But when he stepped inside, the familiar space felt oddly empty. A frown tugged at his lips.

"Hey... um, Sadie?" he called out, spotting her near the campfire. "You seen (Y/N)?"

Sadie glanced up from sharpening her knife. "Oh, yeah. She and Molly went to town."

"What?!" The word escaped him before he could stop it, his voice louder than he intended. Clearing his throat, he muttered a quick, “Thanks,” and walked back to his tent, feeling heat rise to his face. He slumped down onto his cot with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair.

You know how he felt about you going far from camp without him, even if you were with one of the girls. It wasn’t a matter of trust, it was fear.

And still you did.

There were too many dangers out there, too many things that could go wrong, and the thought of you out there without him stirred a storm in his chest.

It was 5 p.m., the time when you two usually sat together to talk about your day over supper. The time he looked forward to most whenever he was at camp. And now? He sat there, staring at the flap of his tent, the minutes ticking by painfully slow.

But what bothered him more was why you’d gone. And with Molly, of all people. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he didn’t have a problem with her, not really. But something about the way you two were together always set him on edge.

He’d told you how he felt about it once. About how Molly seemed to lean on you a little too much, how her sadness and drama sometimes seemed to pull you down with her. But of course, you’d defended her, saying you couldn’t just turn your back on your best friend. That Molly found her only comfort in your company.

And you were right. He knew you were. But that didn’t make it any easier to sit here, waiting, imagining where you were and what could happen.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh, his appetite gone. Instead of heading to the campfire for supper, he threw himself onto his cot, pulling his hat over his face in an attempt to block out the growing worry gnawing at his chest.

But even with his eyes closed, he couldn’t shake the unease. Images of you and Molly wandering through town, far from the safety of camp, flickered in his mind. He trusted you, of course, but the world out there? That was another story entirely.

“Damn woman never listens to me,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with equal parts frustration and concern.

Sleep didn’t come easily, and even as he tried to rest, he knew one thing for certain, when you came back, this was a conversation he wasn’t going to let slide.

❀˖°

Arthur woke with a start, roused by Bill’s loud guffaw somewhere in the camp. With a groan, he rubbed his face, taking a moment to shake off the haze of sleep and piece together his scattered thoughts. Then it hit him, the memory of you leaving with Molly, and the worry twisted sharply in his chest again.

He pushed himself up with a sigh, his body stiff from the restless nap. Moving through camp, he glanced around, hoping, praying, to catch sight of you. But there was nothing. No sign of you or Molly.

He considered asking Dutch, but dismissed the thought just as quickly. Dutch would likely know even less than he did, and Arthur wasn’t in the mood for meaningless chatter.

Back at his tent, he sat on the edge of his cot, pulling out his journal in an attempt to distract himself. The flap of the tent was open, giving him a clear view of camp, but his eyes kept flickering toward it, waiting for you to appear.

His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He wasn’t going to eat, not until you came back, served the meal, and sat down beside him. That was how it went. That was how it had to go.

He was about to get up and go to find both of you himself when-

"Um, Arthur?" Abigail’s voice broke through his brooding. She appeared by the flap of his tent, holding a coffee pot. "There’s some coffee left, and I’ve got to wash the pot, would you like a cup?"

He shook his head, barely sparing her a glance. "Why’d they go to town?"

"Molly and (Y/N)?" Abigail tilted her head, her tone casual. "Oh, they’ve been back. Got back about half an hour ago. They’re in my tent, just hanging out."

Arthur blinked, first in shock, then confusion, which quickly morphed into anger. Half an hour? You’d been back for that long and hadn’t even bothered to come see him? Not even a word after being gone all day?

He shut his journal with a snap, the sound echoing his rising temper, and stood. The muffled chatter coming from Abigail’s tent grated on his nerves as he stalked toward it, each step heavier than the last.

What the hell was going on with you?

He cleared his throat outside the tent before pushing the flap open, only to find you and Molly sitting cross-legged, enjoying supper.

"Where were you? I was waiting for you."

You swallowed your bite, not bothering to look up at him. "Needed a few important things from town, actually, so I had to go."

Arthur’s jaw tightened. "Can you come with me? I want to talk."

"I’m already talking to Molly," you replied, your tone curt, still avoiding his gaze.

Damn it. Why the hell weren’t you even looking at him? That gnawing frustration in his chest boiled over. He had enough of this.

"I said, Come. With. Me." he demanded, his voice low but firm, the tone sharper than he intended.

Your head snapped up, eyes glaring at him with such intensity that, for a moment, he regretted using that tone. Hell, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him just a little.

"Oh, excuse me, Mister. Don’t you dare order me around like a maid, alright? I sit, talk, and walk when I want to. And right now? I don’t want to. Now go away, we’re busy."

Arthur ignored Molly’s taunting scoff, still fixated on you. Something about this--about you--just didn’t sit right.

"I’m sorry, okay? I’m just hungry. I was waiting for you... Can we eat now?" Arthur’s chest tightened, guilt creeping in. He rubbed the back of his neck, his anger softening. "...I was just worried as hell."

Hell, I still am.

But you didn’t let it go. "I’ve already eaten, and I didn’t ask you to wait for me. There are plenty of people around here you can share your meal with, Arthur. Plenty."

You turned your attention back to Molly, flashing her a rueful grin with your hair covering your face but he definitely caught it.

The Irishwoman gave you a knowing smile, her voice full of mischief. "Oh, girl, there’s always someone around."

This is how it's gonna be huh?

His first instinct was to walk away, but no. Arthur wasn’t the type to run from problems. With one swift movement, he grabbed your arm and dragged you out and behind the tent, just past the tree line. He stared down at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and desperation.

"What the hell is that all about?! And you know I hate it when you go out alone-"

"I don’t care! I don’t care anymore!" you snapped, your voice shaking with anger. "I hate going out for some petty stuff too, which, by the way, I clearly asked you to get, and you forgot! I guess books are more important than me, huh?."

Arthur’s chest tightened. He rarely saw this side of you ever since you both got together, the frustration, the hurt, the coldness. "See, this is the problem," you continued, your voice rising. "When men find someone vulnerable enough to control, to fix, they get bored. Then they move on, find someone else to repeat the same damn cycle. Am I right?"

His mouth went dry. The words cut deep. But what hurt him the most was the thought that maybe... maybe you believed that.

He wasn’t asking for much, was he? Three meals with you, a cup of coffee, that was it. Simple things that made him feel like you cared. That made him feel loved. But you didn’t... or did you?

The silence between you two was deafening as he tried to process what you said.

"What are you talking about?" Arthur started, his frustration mounting. "See, this is why I don’t like when you and Molly-"

"Oh, no, no, no. Shush. Don’t you dare," you interrupted, your voice sharp, but there was a deep hurt behind it. "She’s always been right, Arthur. I was the dumb one. I’ve been working my ass off for you, and you didn’t even bother to say goodbye this morning, huh?"

Arthur froze, guilt beginning to gnaw at him. He wasn’t ready for this. "You know, I had a chance to leave this life, you know exactly who I’m talking about. But I didn’t. I chose you. But if I’m just gonna be sidelined like this? Nuh-uh. My ego doesn’t allow it. Nobody gets to disrespect me like that."

You took a deep breath, eyes blazing. "If you don’t want me anymore, then say it. Don’t play these stupid-ass games with me. I’m not Molly, not when it comes to this."

Arthur’s stomach dropped as the weight of your words settled in. He could feel the hurt radiating off of you, the betrayal that had built up. And now it made sense. Molly had probably warned you, just like she always did. He could almost hear her saying it a dozen times in the morning,

'Don’t let him treat you like that, they are all shit.'

"There is NOTHING like that, woman!" Arthur snapped, his voice rising in frustration. "Is that what this is about? You’re ready to just forget, hell, even think like this over a misunderstanding?"

"Call it whatever you want," you replied coldly, not backing down. "But not gonna lie, the pattern makes sense now, Arthur."

He took a step back, trying to steady his breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Don’t say that... c’mon. You know it’s not true! She’s like a sister to me! For God’s sake, how can you even think--"

Without another word, you grabbed his satchel, the leather creaking in your grip, and flipped it upside down. A book slid out and thudded onto the ground.

Arthur froze, his eyes darting to the book, then to the scattered contents of his bag. He watched, his heart sinking, as you threw the satchel aside in disgust. "Bravo," you muttered, the bitterness in your voice sharper than a knife.

"Don't even bother explaining. I’m tired." You began to walk away, but before you could get far, Arthur grabbed your wrist.

"Don't you dare, no way you’re... sleeping away from me." His voice started strong, then faltered into a desperate plea, but you didn’t turn around. With a sharp jerk, you freed your hand from his grasp and continued walking.

Arthur stood there for a moment, his breath heavy as he watched you leave. With a defeated sigh, he bent down to gather the scattered contents of his satchel. Tilly approached, offering to help, but he shrugged her off with a tired wave and handed the book over to Mary-Beth, who was standing a few feet away, her face filled with guilt and sadness. His hand lingered in his pocket for a moment, pulling out the cream he had meant to bring you, adding it to the pile with a sharp scoff.

His posture was slumped, his movements slow and burdened. He didn’t need to say anything, his body language alone was enough to tell Tilly, Mary-Beth, and anyone else watching that this sulking would last for days, and you... you weren’t someone who accepted apologies easily.

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And that’s exactly what happened. Arthur waited every day, hoping you would just come, sit with him, and listen. He longed for you to let him explain, to sort things out, so he could hold you in his arms again. Dammit. He missed you at night like a child misses their favorite doll.

But you weren’t just any doll.

You were his doll.

And when it came to you, he was nothing but a man-child.

Everybody knew his routine, the gang enforcer's routine. Simple, predictable. Come back, chat a little, handle his business, talk and eat with you, then the tent flaps closed, just the two of you, a world away from the chaos of the camp.

But now?

Come back, brood in one corner, pace to another, sleep with the flaps wide open.

Arthur’s mood soured every time he saw you doing something that wasn’t just being with him. Chores, errands, anything that took you away, even for a moment, made him restless, agitated. He needed you with him, in the tent, with the flaps closed, where he could hold you, even if it was just in the silence of the night.

Every night, he asked you to come with him. But you ignored him. Yet, he kept asking, unable to stop the desperate hope that you’d return, that you’d see it the way he did.

"Damnit. Damn stubborn ass woman." He grumbled for what? The millionth time? Sighing he petted his horse as it trotted at a leisurely pace, just a few meters from camp. How the hell had it all gone so bad? What was even the point anymore? Are you happy now?

His horse huffed as if sensing his despair, nudging him gently, but Arthur barely acknowledged it. The familiar sound of the camp in the distance only served to remind him that nothing was the same anymore, not the meals, not the quiet talks, and certainly not the comfort of his cot. That's it. This ends tonight.

He is going to carry you over his shoulder if that takes you to talk to him. To hell with your protests and stubbornness.

You were crouched down, sorting through vegetables with Abigail, your hands busy with the task at hand.

It wasn’t long before you saw Molly moving quietly, eyes darting back and forth, heading toward the girls' area.

You knew Molly. You had spent enough time with her to understand that when her instincts kicked in, she often acted before she thought. There was an impulsive streak in her, a tendency to let her emotions guide her steps, and that could be dangerous. Especially now, when tensions were already high.

Without much thought, you excused yourself from Abigail, your voice quick and unsteady. “I’ll be right back.”

You left her with the vegetables and slipped away from the campfire, your steps light as you tried to stay out of sight. Moving quietly, you found a small, hidden spot behind a tent, where you could just make out the faint sounds of voices, though you couldn’t yet hear clearly what was being said. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"(Y/N) and I were so close, in fact, like sisters, but you ruined that too! I don’t know what you told her-" Mary-Beth’s voice cracked, and for the first time, it wasn’t the usual calm, polite tone she carried. There was raw emotion, maybe even a hint of fear, but more than that, it sounded like heartbreak.

"You did it! Just like you're trying to ruin my relationship with Dutch."

"Are you in your senses, Ms. Molly?!" Mary-Beth gasped, trying to defend herself. "How can you even think that?!"

The past few days, you couldn’t help but notice her glances at you, brief but meaningful. It was as if she was caught between wanting to reach out and not knowing if you’d welcome her presence. Her eyes would meet yours across the camp, filled with a mixture of concern and hesitation, as if she longed to approach, to console you, but the fear of intruding, of making things worse, kept her frozen in place.

You understood her hesitation. She was a kind soul, someone who cared deeply for those she loved, and in these tense moments, you knew she wasn’t sure how to navigate the space between you both. And neither did you try to clear the air.

"You and your pretty face are going to be your downfa-"

"Molly, enough." You stepped in, your voice firm. Molly turned to you, arms crossed over her chest, her face filled with frustration.

"(Y/N), don’t tell me you’re under her spell too, for God’s sake. She needs to get a reality check-"

"Molly," you interjected, stepping forward and gently taking hold of her arms. You guided her a few steps away from Mary-Beth, the tension between them thick. "Let me handle it, alright?"

"Don’t pity her, let me make that clear. Otherwise, you’ll be the one regretting it." Molly threw one last angry glance at Mary-Beth, shaking her head before storming off, muttering under her breath.

You stood there, a heavy sigh escaping you as you rubbed your forehead, watching Molly retreat. Turning back to Mary-Beth, who sat on the ground, you softened your expression. "I apologize on her behalf..." You couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation. You knew you’d have to work hard to get Molly to let go of her anger, but that's for later.

"It's... alright, (Y/N)." Her voice croaked, and you didn’t miss the tremble in it, nor the quiet tears she tried to hide. Your gaze shifted to the book resting on the makeshift table in the corner. The one she had requested. You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your throat.

"You’re not reading it?" you asked, your voice gentle.

She looked up at you, shaking her head slowly. You could see the weight of her emotions pressing down on her, and it hurt to see her like this.

You walked over, picked up the book, and sat beside her. "Why not?" you asked softly. It caught her off guard, and for a moment, her eyes softened. She hesitated before returning the smile, albeit faintly, her sadness still lingering behind it.

"I am sorry... (Y/N), if you... if you misunderstood my actions, but I swear it’s nothing. There’s nobody else, except Mr. Morgan that we feel comfortable enough to ask for things... but if you mind it, then we won’t--"

"No. No. You can ask without hesitation, and I am sorry. I was quick to jump to... conclusions," you interrupted, your voice soft with regret. You hugged her, and she gladly returned the embrace. The warmth of her arms around you soothed the tension in your chest.

You placed the book gently in her lap and shifted your body closer, not wanting to break the moment. "I just... y'know... when I love someone, I do it fully. And I don’t tolerate when that gets disrespected, y'know? That’s one thing I will never forgive." Your voice trembled slightly, the depth of your feelings evident. "But anyway, do read it, and then we’ll have a chat about it. You know I love hearing you yap about your books more than reading them myself."

She chuckled softly, her eyes lighting up with a glimmer of her old self, and you watched her face brighten as she held the book. You stood up, feeling a sense of relief, but also a lingering desire to stay.

"Definitely. But for now, I must go work too, don’t want Susan to bury me alive."

"You better." As you were making your way back to the kitchen wagon, a figure stepped in your way.

"Am I forgiven too?" His voice was teasing, but his expression was genuine. You deadpanned, folding your arms.

"Ummmm... let me think about it," you replied with a mock thoughtful expression, your gaze narrowing slightly.

He mirrored your posture, folding his arms with a smirk. "Not fair, woman. Not fair."

"I never said I was." You gave him a pointed look before turning to walk past him.

As you continued your walk back to the kitchen wagon, you felt a lightness in the air, a shift that felt... right. Arthur, still a few steps behind you, watched you quietly with an almost childish pout. There was something about the way his gaze lingered on you that told you he was waiting, waiting for you to acknowledge it all, to say what neither of you had dared to say yet.

You stopped for a moment, as you placed the cutting board, and turned to face him. The sunlight caught the edges of his hair, giving him a softer, not to mention the dark circles, giving him a more vulnerable look than you’d seen before. There was no teasing now, no masks, just Arthur, looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time again.

"I’m sorry, too," you said softly, your voice almost a whisper. "For the things I said."

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "I don’t like it either. I swear, I’d rather fight a hundred men than have you angry at me. But..." His hand reached out hesitantly, as though unsure whether he had the right to touch you, to pull you close. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. And I apologize too...for making you feel that way. But I swear it wasn't in my intention."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words. It wasn’t the grand gestures or flowery promises that touched you. It was the simplicity of it, the honesty in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely let show. "Well then let me tell you that," you whispered back, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I’m not going anywhere."

With a relieved exhale, Arthur stepped forward, his arms wrapping around you firmly, pulling you into his chest. It was as though all the tension from before melted away, and in its place, there was just the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. "I love you," he murmured into your hair, the words so familiar now, but somehow more precious each time.

You nestled into his embrace, letting your worries fade for the moment, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "I love you, too," you replied, your voice barely above a breath, but you meant it with everything you had.

"Y'know darlin'...I was very close to shootin' myself if I had to sleep on the cold bed any longer. It took strength to control myself and not drag you out-" You rolled your eyes and pulled away.

"Right, now go away, I have work to do."

"Absolutely not. To hell with these damn chores. You are coming with me."

You shot him a skeptical glance, hands on your hips as you paused in your tracks. "Really?" you said, raising an eyebrow.

A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he stepped closer, his broad frame encroaching on your space. "What do you think, darlin'?" he teased, his hands coming up to cradle your face, nearly squishing it with playful force. He gave your head a gentle shake, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It’s been too damn long. You’ve had me sleeping like a corpse for days. You cruel woman."

You tried to hold back the laugh that bubbled up in your chest, but his determination was infectious "Fine," you muttered, giving in more to his presence than anything else. He grinned, his hands reaching for you, pulling you effortlessly toward the flap of his tent.

"Atta girl." His voice held a triumphant edge, but it was softened with affection.

And finally, after days, the enforcer's tent flaps were closed at night--and so was the distance between you two.

(AN: Req/asks closed for now, guys :/ do keep in mind ur ideas and send once I'll announce them open. But u can always send me ur thoughts or dm.)

[star-dust-shark]

PJO characters as dumb things me and my friends ( bonus one with my parents ) have said part two

Will: what's your type?

Nico: you

Will:

Will: that's sweet but I meant blood type

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Percy: oh fuck I'm blue now

Percy: but like actually blue

Percy: like a smurf

Percy: being sad's for idiots lmao

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Leo: everyone hates me lol

Jason: what am I??? like???

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Nico: and Axl Rose's real name wasn't Axl Rose

Percy: *crying* STOP

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Will: easiest way to come out to people is tell them that you listen to coldplay

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Nico: Im gonna fugging krill myself

Annabeth: krill????

Nico: isn't that like a fish or smth

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Piper: *knocking on Leo's door* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE

Leo: uh shit uh erm uh

Leo: *moans loudly*

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Will: *joking* we should makeout

Nico: I really wanna

Will: what

Nico: ...

Nico: did I say that out loud

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Piper: *sobbing* why are penises so ugly

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Annabeth: math is weirdly calming to me sometimes ngl

Annabeth: *flips page over to read massive paragraphs of words*

Annabeth: *bursts into tears*

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Will: I just had to help hatch a baby chick

Will:

Will: I'm waiting for applause it was so gross

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Will: if you drink the water I'll give you a forehead smooch

Nico: *glances at water, thinking*

Nico: nah you wanna give me one anyway

Will: gods dammit

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Rachel: *GASP* MY SKETCHBOOK

Rachel: MY BABY

Rachel: *kisses it*

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Hazel: ugh I want someone to fuck me

Hazel: hahah jk that shit's nasty

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Piper: yeah I've noticed after watching you for a bit that you smile whenever Nico messages

Will: aww that's so swee-

Will: wait why are you watching me

Piper: *stares into his soul*

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Nico: I miss you

Nico: *replies an hour later* that was a moment of weakness fuck you

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Will: what if I say "darling" in a seductive voice

Nico: no

Will: u sure?

Nico: I ahdiamdveip dnsjhbksahcblaiwcbjsd-

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Will: like at first I wanted to be you but then I realized that there's a diffrence between wanting to "be you" and wanting to "be on you"

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Percy: I'm depressed

Percy: ...

Percy: WAIT I HAVE COOKIES NVM

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Will: wtf are hickeys??

Will: I'm an experimental learner btw

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Leo: omg guys look the guitar strings made my finger darker

Leo: *looks at finger* do you like watermelon, sir?

Will: you are so close to being hit in the head

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Frank: *points* haha you've been fingered

Hazel:

Hazel: love... no

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Thalia: OMG IM GONNA BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS RYAN GULDEMOND

Reyna: technically you already are

Thalia: *passes out*

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Octavian: ugh I'm so single

Nico: *sighs* me too

Nico:

Nico: WAIT I CANT SAY THAT ANYMORE

Nico: FUCK YEEEEEEEEAH *smashes table*

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Annabeth: what's ur favourite animal I'm gonna buy you something

Percy: shark but don't waste your money

Annabeth: but my parents told me to spend it on something important

Percy:

Percy: *cries*

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Will: I'm autism!!

Will: *turns to Nico, wiggle eyebrows* I could be in you

Nico: tism rizz????

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Frank: I love these drama videos

Reyna: *massive bags under her eyes* why do you want more drama wtf

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Jason: honestly scared to sit on the edges of chairs at my trans boyfriend's house

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Percy: *over text* jason are you gay for me

Jason:

Jason:

Jason:

Jason: no gtg

Percy: he's hiding something

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Piper: don't mean to be heterophobic but why is straight porn so gross

Nico: agreed gay porn is much better

Piper: IM SORRY WHAT

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Percy: are there any not cool lesbians

Reyna: I mean they probably exsist

Annabeth: no

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Leo: *sighs sadly* cock and ball torture

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Will: guys I learnt how to play my favourite song on guitar *starts playing good lookin by dixon dallas*

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Leo: *playing adopt me*

Leo: chat chat guess what I'm on acid

Percy: KARMA'S A BITCH

Percy: I SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER

Leo: wait since when do you play adopt me

Percy:

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Reyna: yk those yummy smelling shampoos

Nico: yea

Reyna: well I went to walmart and thought I found some and started smelling it but this lady was giving me weird looks

Nico: oh?

Reyna: yeah

Reyna: so uh

Reyna: it was lube

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Will: hey bbg *winks*

Nico: I will slam you down and makeout with you right now

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Percy: hi

Jason: hi

*leaves swirl around them*

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Leo: don't mind me just massaging my clit

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Leo: NICO GET UR GYAT OVER HERE

Nico: WHAT????

Leo: *points* HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: WHAT DID U SAY

Leo: HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: OH

Nico: I HEARD SEXUAL TENDANCIES

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Leo: *singing* coked up dick sucking hoe?

Jason: *walks in*

Jason:

Leo: oh haiiii

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Leo: how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy

Jason: idk how does it feel to be tweek

Leo: idk pretty good

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Reyna: you don't deserve it

Percy: yeah I do

Percy: I've been a good boy

Percy:

Percy: jesus I just turned myself on wtf

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Leo: *in sad voice* I'm a cheeseburger

Jason: a sexy little cheeseburger

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Will: *gets text from Nico*

Annabeth: SIMP

Will: ???

Annabeth: YOU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP *has siezure*

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Will: darling

Nico: *throws phone, screams into pillow, face red* I hate that man

anyway part three will cum ( pun intended )

thanks to @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @localcosplaymushroom @secret-mewtwo and my om and dad for being inspiring an shit

[elderwisp]

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Atlas: Would you like any? 

Taryn: It won’t be like last time, right?

Atlas: God no. It’s not bad. Swear. 

Taryn: Ok that’s pretty good.

Atlas: See? I don’t know why Kai likes Miller so much. 

Taryn: Because he’s an anomaly. 

Atlas: PFT- I can see that. Love him to death. 

Taryn: You don’t think he seems a bit pissed at you? 

Atlas: Honestly, yeah but I haven’t really been the best friend to him. So that’s on me. 

Taryn: Hmm. 

Atlas: I invited him out. Soonish. Look, things will settle. Eventually. 

Taryn: And your sister?

Atlas: I’ll get to that too. Someday. 

Taryn: Eventually is such a long time don’t you think?

Atlas: Hey, we were supposed to be talking about you. 

Taryn: My bad.

Atlas: So, how are you feeling?

Taryn: Mm… Good I think? I dunno, the shock hasn’t set in. 

Atlas: What are you gonna do now?

Taryn: Apply to other libraries. I even printed out my resume right before I left. 

Atlas: Bee… Can I still call you that? 

Taryn: Only if you tell me why.

Atlas: Oh god, no, it’s embarrassing.

Taryn: Then you can’t call me that.

Atlas: Dammit. I’ll tell you someday, when I work up the nerve.

Taryn: So you’re telling me you could woo the whole planet, but you can’t share this one thing?

Atlas: Bee- FUCK- Taryn, you don’t get it!

Taryn: Okay, whatever you say cassanova. 

Atlas: [ snorts ] Alright, tArYn I just think you should try something different. 

Taryn: Whaa? I enjoyed what I did.

Atlas: Why not publish your own book?

Taryn: Noooo no no. 

Atlas: Well now that you have plenty of time, why not? From what I’ve read so far, it’s pretty good. I’ll even help you proofread. 

Taryn: What if I get rejected?

Atlas: Even the greatest writers have faced plenty of criticism. Give yourself a chance. 

Taryn: Maybe. 

Atlas: Hmph. 

Taryn: I’ll think about it. 

Atlas: Would you much rather live in regret- Shit. 

Taryn: [ laughs ] Whoops!

Atlas: I'm sorry.

Taryn: It's alright.

Atlas: Did I get any on you? I can clean it-

Taryn: I’m okay. Thank you though. 

Atlas: Of course. Taryn? You should take the risk.

Taryn: You aren’t gonna let up, are you?

Atlas: Probably not.

Taryn: And I’m the stubborn one?

Atlas: You’re the one that keeps saying no. 

Taryn: Fine, I’ll drop some copies off, when I am ready. 

Atlas: Fine.

[glisten-inthedark]

No but the way Mike IMMEDIATELY softens with an “shit, shit” look on his face the second he sees Will’s expression after “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” like he would not do that with Lucas or Dustin

(for one thing he wouldn’t have even said that to either of them—if either of them was single he would’ve said “it’s not my fault you can’t get a girlfriend”)

but softening like that? Mike only does that with Will. Even right when Will first got upset and turned off the music, Mike immediately went “no wait let’s continue the campaign it’s super cool what happens next” with no hint of sarcasm or frustration, he genuinely was gonna continue the campaign if Will hadn’t left

And let’s not forget him biking out in the rain (and Lucas too, tho I suspect Mike was the one pioneering this effort bc only Mike followed Will outside) and going all the way to Will’s house to apologize and calls himself an asshole and says he wants to talk, something Max said he’d do for El after the breakup but he instead does for Will

Poetic cinema

Hello!

Oh point number 1: Mike always softens whenever he's talking to Will (I love how the fandom coined it as his Will voice) and you could see the instant regret on his face as soon as he said it.

Point number 2: He absolutely would not have anything like that to Dustin or Lucas and I wonder why.

Point number 3: That's why I think people can be a little bit harsh to Mike. Did he hurt Will? Absolutely! He should not have said that, but he did drag himself and Lucas to Will's house in the middle of the pouring rain to apologize.

And can we talk about how that went? Like Mike runs downstairs, and it's like:

"We gotta go!"

"Go where?"

"After Will, Lucas! Where else?"

"Why? What happened?!"

"I– he just ran off and we have to find because if something – If he – let's just fucking go!"

And Lucas dead ass must have been like "God dammit 😤 Mike, fine!"

Honestly Lucas deserves a fucking award for being a good ass friend. Justice for Lucas Sinclair

[moonywritez6]

When You're Gone (Reupload)

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento

Reader: Fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, readers death, violence, blood, swearing, pet names

Context: The reader ends up dying due to missions/illness. This is their reaction after you are gone.

Word Count: 3,109

A/N: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

Part 2

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Gojo

Gojo stood there with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he listened to Shoko give him the news. "Gojo… I'm so sorry." She whispered, unable to make eye contact with her old friend. He said nothing; all Gojo could do was stand there, his body trembling as his sapphire eyes trailed towards the open door behind Shoko, whose lips were still moving. There, through the small opening, he could see it. The table in which your now dead body lay unmoving and cold. 'She's right there…' Gojo thought while his fingers twitched, eyes wavering. 

Shoko, who hadn't been able to look at her friend, slowly lifted her eyes only to stare in shock at what was before her. Gojo stood there not uttering a single word while tears leaked from his eyes. Shoko took note of the blood dripping from his lip as he unconsciously bit down on the tender flesh. "Gojo you-" He was gone Before she could finish her sentence. Three days later, he watched as your body entered the ground, or at least what was left of your body. "They say it was a special grade curse. It came out of nowhere and killed her comrades and the other sorcerers with her." Someone whispered. "I heard that Gojo was supposed to accompany them but got busy with another mission." Another added. 

Gojo stood silently before your grave, his eyes masked with a blindfold. Though he appeared like he wasn't listening to anyone, he was. He listened to everyone at your funeral, ensuring that no one had bad-mouthed your name in his presence. 'Good…your name is still clean, my star.' 

About a week after your death, Gojo requested to go on a mission due to his eagerness to get back into the field, so soon after your death, rumors began to spread amongst the sorcerers. Some said that Gojo was running away, while others claimed he never cared for you. As these rumors spread back home in another area of the country, Gojo stood in a deep crater; blood littered the space around him as curses kept coming from all directions. Gojo stood there, his usual sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. 

He let out a deep breath while stepping forward, his body wobbling as if he wasn't fully aware of his movements. "Enough…" He whispered, his voice filled with venom. The curses paid him no mind while charging towards the sorcerer, each one determined to end his life. Gojo grits his teeth; if his jaw were to clench more, it would break. "Just hurry up and fucking die! All of you!" he shouted, tears running down his face. Gojo's eyes, usually so clear and bright as day, were bloodshot and contained a dark hue. "Die! Die! Die! Dammit!" He screamed as loud as he could while annihilating every curse. 

Gojo's mind was blank of all rational thinking, his breathing heavy while his chest ached with each movement he made. "Why do you keep taking them from me?!?! What did I do to you, dammit?!?!" Gojo cursed all the gods, his heart unable to process any more pain. An image of you flashed through his mind. You were so beautiful as you stood in front of him. Your body language was everywhere as you shyly avoided eye contact with him. 

"Haha! What's got you acting all shy like this? Am I that handsome that just standing next to me is too much?!" He cried out dramatically while pretending to shy away from false embarrassment. You stood there with a pout while looking up at your childish boyfriend. "Oh, shut up! As if!" Gojo just laughed while you punched his chest. You looked at him with a slight frown on your face. "Why do you always do that?" Gojo hummed, looking at you with a curious brow. "You always let me touch you…why?" Your question caused him to look up in thought before he smiled. "Don't know! I guess I love you that much!" He laughed, watching the giant blush cross your face as you looked away. 

"A-anyways, Here!" You yelled, shoving the neatly wrapped gift towards him. He looked at the present, slightly surprised, before smiling as he happily snatched it from your hand. "Oh~ What's this~?" he sang while carefully unwrapping the gift. He smiled, seeing the glasses case, remembering how he had mentioned needing a new pair of sunglasses almost a month ago. He carefully opened the case, noting that this was the brand he loved. You were always so thoughtful and careful when it came to details. He loved how your eye would twitch whenever he purposely forgot an item you needed for events or cooking. 

 "So you won't complain anymore." Your words snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at you. You stood there with a slight pout as you nervously messed with your fingers. "You keep forgetting so…I thought it would be a nice present." He felt his heart flutter as he watched you grow embarrassed, the blush on your face making him want to smother you in kisses. "Awe! My Y/n is the sweetest and most thoughtful!" He gushed while picking you up bridal style. You just screamed at him, face red, "I-idiot! Satoru put me down! I hate you!" You cried out while he just laughed. 

Gojo stood there panting while the last curse vanished before his eyes. Just then, the bridge connecting his lens snapped, causing the sunglasses to fall from his face. He quickly caught them in his hands, staring down at the broken pieces. Tears formed in his eyes again as he bit his lip before falling to his knees. 

"How am I supposed to get new glasses now, Y/n? I can't remember anything without you."

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Geto

Geto ran through the hospital corridors, screaming your name as he pushed past anyone in his way. His heart clenched when he turned the corner and saw his friend hunched over while sitting on the waiting bench. "Satoru! Where is she?!" Geto cried as he reached his best friend. Gojo looked at him with a pained expression as he slowly went and stood in front of your boyfriend. Gojo made sure to take in his friend's current appearance. Geto stood there, hands on his knees as his body heaved heavily with each gasp of breath. His hair started falling out of his usually kept bun while his eyes strained and filled with fear. It pained Gojo to see his best friend looking like such a wreck, and for good reason. 

"Suguru…" He spoke in a defeated voice, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Getos's heart stopped when he heard his name. he could feel his knees shake as he reached for his friend. "Hey…come on." He started as he gripped Gojo's uniform, his knuckles turning white. "She's fine, right, Satoru? She's really strong, remember! So she has to be…fine…" Geto trailed off as his mind processed the wet feeling on his hands. His body stiffened as he slowly looked down at the clothing he held in his fists. There, he noticed the blood staining the fabric. Tears started to spill from his eyes as he shook Gojo while screaming. "No! No! No! You promised me, Satoru!" cries echoed throughout the empty hall as Geto fell to his knees. 

"You both promised me you'd be fine." Those words stung the blue-eyed sorcerer, who couldn't help but fall to the floor with his friend as he held him in his arms, mumbling apologies after apologies. "Tell me this is just one of her jokes, Satoru… It's one of her fucked up jokes." Geto continued to cry as loud as he could, unable to accept your sudden death. The next day, Geto had you cremated and brought you back to your shared home. You had no family and had always talked to him about how if you were to die first, you wished to be turned to ashes so you could still be near him. "What a stupid thing," Geto whispered as he sat on the floor, hugging your urn like it would vanish instantly, just like you had from his life. 

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Weeks went by, and no one had heard anything from Geto. He stayed locked inside his home, his eyes void of emotion as dark circles lay under his eyes from the immense lack of sleep. He sat on the floor of your shared room, scanning all the clothes and items that littered the area. His eyes felt so dry from all his tears within the last few weeks. He let out a small groan as he pinched the bridge of his nose before taking note of the small hairpin in his hand. It was a black hairpin with gold flakes splattered around it, a small crescent moon resting at the end with two small star chains that hung off it. He remembers seeing you always wear it, claiming it was your favorite. 

"You know I can always buy you a new one, right?" Geto asked as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, his arm resting on his knee as he placed his chin in his palm. "Huh? What are you talking about?" You asked your boyfriend, a questioning look on your face. You were never one to ask for anything, nor did you like it when people bought you things, which was tough for Geto as he just wanted to spoil you. "The hairpin…you wear that one all the time. Don't you want a new one?" You just looked at Geto with a slight smile on your face. 

"I don't mind wearing this one all the time! Besides, it's my favorite one!" You laughed, a slight hue on your cheeks while you went and gently touched the hairpin. "It's so beautiful and brings me joy…p-plus it reminds me of someone." With those last few words, Geto's ears twitched as a sly grin crossed his face. "Oh~ and do say who that someone is, my little angel~" Geto teased as he went and grabbed you by the waist, making sure to pull you back onto the bed with him. You just squealed as you laughed lightly, hitting his chest. 

"Suguru! Stop it, you dummy!" Geto closed his eyes in bliss, loving how your laugh sounded so angelic to his ears. "Gosh, I love your laugh." He whispered as he hid, nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You blush, a slight smile on your face as the hairpin makes a little noise while you move to kiss Geto. He hummed as you pulled away before you started playing with each other's hair. "I love your hair… It's so pretty." You cooed, giving a strand a small kiss. Geto blushed before doing the same to yours. "I love yours as well." 

Geto sat there, tears falling from his eyes once again as he clenched the hairpin in his hand, bringing it towards his lips and placing a shaky kiss. 

"Y/n…my angel… who's going to play with my hair now…I wanna place this hairpin in your hair once again."

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Nanami

Nanami stood there, eyes wide, as he held your hand in the hospital bed. You had been diagnosed with an incurable illness when you were very young. He knew this when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. He had thought that the disease wouldn't kill you for a long time as it had been over ten years since you had been diagnosed. He was such a fool. About five years into your relationship, your condition took an immense turn for the worse, and you were left bedridden with a time limit of only three months. Nanami couldn't believe you would be going through his life so suddenly. You, his precious flower. 

He had made sure to visit you every single day, minus the days when he was forced away on missions that you would fight him to go on saying things like, "You can't stop saving people and doing your job just cause I'm sick Kento! That's so unattractive!" You would huff while pointing a finger at him. Nanami would flinch as if he were struck with an arrow by your words before setting off the next day to complete the mission as fast as possible. Each day, he would bring you gifts like flowers, books, desserts, you name it. Each time he did, you would scold him, saying things like 'I don't want you to regret spending your money on me.' or 'Kento darling! Just seeing your handsome face is enough for me!' He knew you hated receiving gifts, but at the same time, he loved seeing that soft smile that crossed your face each time it would process in your mind that he was thinking of you. 

"Kento darling?" You whisper while your boyfriend lies with you on the hospital bed, his head resting on your chest as his arms wrap around you tightly. "Yes, my flower?" He lifted his head just so his tired eyes could meet your own. You smiled at him as you raised your hands to gently hold his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing the dark circles under his eyes. He instantly relaxed at the feeling of his eyes fluttering shut. "Have you been getting enough sleep?" Kento opened his eyes and saw your frown, causing him to let out a small chuckle as he went and kissed one of your wrists. It was true he was losing so much sleep, but he couldn't help it. Not having you next to him in your shared bed was killing him.

"I'm sorry, my flower…you know I can't lie to you." He whispered before nuzzling his head back onto your chest. You pout at this while resting a hand on his head, carefully running your fingers through his soft hair. He knew you hated when he overworked himself and wouldn't get proper sleep, but it was the only thing keeping him together. "Don't worry… I'll get some sleep right now." He whispered before shutting his eyes, drifting off to your heartbeat. "Kento…please take care of yourself for me." You would whisper once you knew he was fully asleep. 

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Kento held your hand, tears falling from his eyes as the nurses rushed into the room, one of them gently trying to push him away. He couldn't hear a single word anyone was saying as he gripped your now cold hand, refusing to let go of your soft skin for the last time. You just lay on the hospital bed, a faint smile on your face, while Nanami was pulled out of the room, screaming your name. After your funeral, Nanami completely submerged himself in his work, refusing to take any time for himself or others. Gojo would make sure to stop by to at least annoy Nanami into eating and drinking any of the snacks he would bring to ensure his friend would not suffer from starvation or dehydration. 

"Nanami~ I brought you some delicious sweets from this shop I really liked~ Try 'em ~" Gojo sang as he danced into Nanami's office with a plastic bag. Nanami let out a deep sigh from his desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Placing his pen down, Nanami slowly lifted his head to look at Gojo, dark circles under his eyes. Gojo whistled, hand on his hip as he placed the bag in front of Nanami with a small thump. "You look like shit." Gojo laughed, earning a low grunt from the man who was already opening some of the snacks given to him. "Hey I'm gonna be going out tomorrow with Itadori if you would like to join us. It's my treat, so at least consider it!" He laughed, giving his friend a thumbs up. 

Nanami just hummed, already deciding in his head that he wouldn't be going. Gojo just smiled as he went to leave while giving a lazy wave. "Get some sleep, will you?! Y/n wouldn't be too happy with you right now!" Nanami frowned at the mention of your name being used to guilt him into sleep. He finished eating some snacks and placed the rest aside for his dinner tonight. He rubs his eyes, leaning back in his chair, as he loosens the tie around his neck. He glances down at his desk, staring at the small photo of you happily smiling while wearing that sundress he always loved seeing on you. He smiles slightly at the memory before shaking his head. 

He sits in his chair, preparing to focus only on his work. 'Energy pills,' he thinks to himself, having remembered keeping some stored in his bottom drawer from when he used to work all the time before he had met you. Nanami reaches into his drawer only to discover a small sleeping kit neatly placed on everything else. Nanami looks at it, surprised, before noticing a small note slip out from behind. He carefully picks the letter up while inspecting the sleeping kit. "Did Gojo slip this in here?" He mumbled to himself, unimpressed with his childish friend. He sighs as he opens the note, only for his eyes to widen at the familiar handwriting. 

My Darling Kento, 

Are you surprised? I knew you would be! I had Kiyotaka slip this into your desk to prepare for the future. I'm sure by now I have left this world along with you, my darling, who cherished me like no one else could have if my life had more years. I'm sorry to have caused you such stress, and I know you would scold me for apologizing. I do not regret anything from what we shared. You filled my life with joy, making this illness seem like some crazy thing I made up! I know you are probably working so hard right now, and I want to remind you to take care of yourself, Kento. Even though I am no longer by your side, it would hurt me to know I have caused you so much pain. Please find more happy memories, my darling Kento. I love you so much. Sleep well~ 

Kento gripped the corner of the letter, feeling it crinkle under his fingers. His giant tears dripped down his face, some landing on your handwriting, causing small smudges. Nanami quickly tries to rid his tears while gritting his teeth before letting out a loud yell as he sweeps everything off his desk, gripping his head as he cries, looking down at the photo of you. 

"That's not fair Y/n…you should be making more memories with me."

[ducknewtonscoolhat]

On this day I present

Every single time Duck Newton is horrible at lying !

Episode 7

Duck: Yeah, it’s a nickname. Listen, y’all got a van handy, why don’t you hop in and get on trucking. Don’t forget to— don’t worry ‘bout your clothes. We’ll drive them up seperate.

Swimmer: Why can’t we take our clothes?

Duck: [freezing up] You need to— you need— uh. Here, I’ll get them. Y’all start loading in the van and I’ll bring your clothes out to ya’s. Just another one of the many services we offer from the Forestry Service.

Episode 10

Pigeon: Well, I know how to do it, I just wanna know why.

Duck: Perfect. Perfect. Why? It's for firefighter training? Yeah, it's for firefighter training. It's been a little while since I last told someone that, so I had some time to forget it. But it's for firefighting training, cuz we can't get enough water pressure to fight the fires, forest fires.

Pigeon: Out in Monongahela?

Duck: Yeeeeeeep.

Pigeon: Duck, that's on the opposite side of town. I can find other places that I can get you some more water pressure instead of pumping it out of the water park almost a mile away.

Duck: Yeah, but the water park is definitely gonna be closed. If you can tell me somewhere where you can guarantee that they're not gonna need that amount of water that's using that amount, I'd love to hear about it. Cus, off the top of my head, I can't improvise anything.

Pigeon: There's a reservoir right next to Monongahela.

Duck: The reservoir is a source of water but it's not gonna give other— fuck, listen Pigeon, here's the thing. I... love... to… practice fishing. But... the running water... frightens me, it's called hydrophobia. And I would love to practice my cast in a real water environment where I can get in a large body where I can guarantee that running water won't be a factor. And I would just love to practice my cast in a guaranteed still body. But here's the other thing, sometimes if you do it in a lake, that's what you're thinking, a fish will bite it and normally that's ideal, but I'm just trying to practice casting. It's like, when you don't want to catch, that's when they're biting, y’know what I mean? So I need a still body of water that I can guarantee won't move to practice my fishing casting.

Episode 13

Duck: I should’ve put some time into it, honestly, but I uh… I was real busy with family over the holidays, so I didn’t make much—

Mama: You literally just said you didn’t have any family in town over the holidays.

Duck: God dammit. Dammit!

Mama: I mean, it’s fine if you couldn’t dig anything up, but you don’t gotta lie to old Mama, you know?

Duck: Dammit! Dammit, Duck!

Mama: You don’t have to beat yourself up about it, Duck, I mean po—

Duck: Fuck!

Episode 14

EMT: Do you know what happened to him?

Duck: Oh boy…um…do you want the truth or a more convincing lie? Um, nah so, okay, right… so the Pizza Hut sign started to fall, ‘cause of the weather, and he ran up there on… a fire escape… and tried to push it? …With a bat? Damn it. Nah, he just pushed it, and it fell, but then he fell ‘cause he got shocked. I bet… mmm…I didn’t see. I was in-Ah, shit! Alright, hey fol-hey guys, rewind. I-hey guys, rewind a second. Ah fuck! I was inside, I didn’t see. Anything! I don’t know… this man. I do know this man. His name-Fuck!  Alright, I Ned, hi, here's-hmmm. Alright, so this man’s name is Ned, and he’s a friend of mine, and I don’t know what the hell happened to him, but you know this guy. He’s always getting into something. I don’t know, I was in the building, I almost got killed by a Pizza Hut sign. I might be in shock!

Episode 18

Duck: Honestly… uh if I gotta tell you the truth, Juno, I’m— I was trying to get into character. I’ve been—

Juno: You’re going undercover with these teens?

Duck: —I’m going undercover. I got a undercover teenage identity. It’s— it’s Frick Richums and when I assume the identity of Frick Richums, I’m trying to get undercover, with the Hornets [hisses] so I can find their illegal grow thing. [grunts]

Juno: You are a truly miserable liar, Duck Newton.

Duck: Goddamnit! I put on such a good— damnit!

Juno: Hey, when you’re finished with the… with those, those nails. Would you mind taking them back to the station? I need to sort of keep going around the perimeter see if I can find something to, you know, maybe help with your investigation to take down those— those drug kingpins, the Hornets.

Duck: Yeah, Juno, about that. I— I was kidding about that, of course. I was just having some fun. But I did… I did hear some of them talking on...... Facebook about you and how they were gonna target you. Like they need to get you out of the way. And it kinda freaked me out a little bit. Can you think of any reason anybody would wanna get you… outta the way? Or— or be targeting you? Like… for this?

Episode 21

(Deputy Dewey is asking for alibis)

Duck: Me— Me— Me too.

Deputy Dewey: You too what? You were

Duck: Yup.

Deputy Dewey: Alright…

Duck: Me too. I was— Yup, I— Yup, me too, for both. Yup, me too. Mmm…

Aubrey: Duck, are you okay? You look like you need to use the bathroom.

Duck: Nope. Yeah, I do. Yup. Uh, Burritos, alright… Bye.

Episode 22 Featuring Ned and Aubrey also being bad at lying

Morgue Technician: Can I help y'all with something?

Duck: Well, we would like to see the bodies of--

Aubrey: My brother!

Duck: My dad.

Ned: My son.

Duck: His brother. Her-- His-- His son, her brother, my dad.

Aubrey: Not related. There's two of 'em.

Ned: But you have to figure out which two.

Duck: We need to see a body for a dare. I'm sorry about all the lies from before but we need to see a body for a dare.

Aubrey: I was dared to look at the body of my brother.

Ned: And my son.

Aubrey: I was dared to look at the body of his son. Who is also my brother. Because he is my father.

Episode 32

Duck: Um… yup. It‘s… Harpo. Uh, all… [imitating crackling noise] Y‘all hearing this? [imitating crackling] The… radio break up. Radio break up. Mrrr.

[winchesterwild78]

First Aid pt 3

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Nurse, mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Mild Language, mention of a hangover, confessions are made

A/N: This is a request: I’ve always wondered what a Dean x nurse series would look like in SPN if you ever felt inclined to write one! This will be a short series for my dear sweet friend. 

This will use some characters from Supernatural, but it will not follow the timeline or story. 

Minors DNI 18+

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and your body ached. You passed out on the couch and slept in a weird position. As you stood up there was a knock at your door. Grumbling, you made your way to the door. Looking out the peephole you saw Dean standing there. Oh fuck! What is he doing here? Dammit I look like crap. 

“Come on sweetheart, I hear you, please open the door.” You grabbed your hoodie and slipped it on, trying to make yourself look a little presentable. Unlocking the door you slowly opened it. Dean saw you and chuckled a little. “Good morning sunshine. You look beautiful.” You rolled your eyes as you stepped to the side. 

“What are you doing here, Dean?” “Well, I figured after the texts last night you were going to wake up with a killer hangover, so I brought medicine, water, coffee, and a greasy breakfast.” Your eyes went wide, “What text messages?!” You sprinted to your phone and read through the messages. Oh shit! I drunk texted him and confessed my feelings. Wait, did he really say he’d catch me. Oh god, how do I even face him right now. Now would be a perfect time for the ground to open up and suck me into it. 

You slowly looked up at Dean who was standing there smiling at you with his green eyes sparkling. “So by the look on your face I guess it’s safe to assume you don’t remember much from last night?” You shook your head and blushed, “I’m sorry Dean, I don’t normally drink like that. I was just…” Dean stood in front of you, cupped your face and said “Shh, it’s okay, I get it.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips. “Now, let’s get some medicine, water, and food in you.” 

You smiled and nodded, taking a seat at the counter, you let Dean serve you. The food was delicious and by the time you finished eating, you were starting to feel a little better. “I’m going to shower real quick, make yourself at home. We can talk when I get out, if you want to.” Dean nodded as you walked to your bedroom. 

Walking into your room you grabbed a change of clothes and went in to take a shower. I can’t believe I drunk texted him. What am I going to say to him? Why would he even show up here after that disaster of a night? You let the hot water wash away some of your anxiety and regret. You washed your hair and body quickly and stepped out of the shower. 

Drying off you slipped on your lace bra and panties, and comfy leggings and t-shirt. You brushed your hair and threw it up in a messy bun. Walking out into the living room you saw Dean sitting on your couch. You took a deep breath and sat down. You put your head down, still embarrassed over the texts. 

Dean slid over to you and took your hand. “Hey, sweetheart, look at me, please.” You slowly looked up at him and met his beautiful green eyes. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you had a few too many. It’s okay. Yesterday was amazing to me. I shared a part of my life I’ve never shared with anyone. I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I really want you to be a part of it.” 

You gasped when he said he wanted you to be a part of his life, his future. “Dean, I don’t know what to say. I, um, really enjoyed my time with you yesterday. Talking to you, being with you is effortless. When I’m with you I feel complete. It honestly scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt like this before or this fast.” 

Dean moved closer to you, “It scares me too, because I feel it too.” He cupped your face and kissed your lips softly. When he leaned back you both looked into each other’s eyes and your lips connected again. This time it was full of passion, and need. 

Finally pulling apart, you both were gasping for air. Your chests rise and fall begging for air to fill your lungs, but your bodies weren’t craving air, they were craving each other. You wanted Dean, and he wanted you. 

“Dean, before we jump back into my bed we need to talk. We need to figure out where we go from here, and what we are. I can’t give my heart away again just to have it torn to shreds.” Dean looked at you, taking your hand and kissed it softly, “I meant what I said last night, I promise to catch you, to protect you, and to love you.” Your eyes went wide. 

“I’m willing to try if you are, Dean. I don’t know how this will work, especially with you traveling all over the country, but I’m willing to try.” “I’m willing to try too. As far as traveling, come with me.” Your head spun towards Dean and your mouth opened wide, “What?!” “Come with me, come hunting with Sammy and I. We can teach you how to hunt, and you can patch us up when we get hurt.” 

“Dean, I don’t know what to say. I have responsibilities here, and what about Sammy?” “What about Sammy? He loves the idea. We talked about it last night and this morning before I came over.” “Wow, um. I need to think about it. That’s a big decision.” 

“I get it, but the offer stands. I would love for you to come with us, and if I’m being honest, I can be selfish and keep you with me. That way I don’t have to miss you.” You smiled at Dean, “I promise I’ll think about it.” “Fair enough, now what did you want to do today, besides me.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You laughed and playfully hit his arm, “You’re full of yourself, aren’t you cowboy?” Dean smiled at you, “Just calling it like I see it, sweetheart.” You playfully rolled your eyes, “How about we watch a movie or just veg out. I am still recovering from a hangover.” “Sounds good to me, do you have to work today?” “Nope I’m off, so you’ve got me all to yourself.” 

The two of you found a movie you both agreed on and pushed play. You made some popcorn, and grabbed some drinks. Dean grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over the two of you. You put the popcorn bowl between you two and snuggled close to Dean. 

I could get used to this. Just lazy days, watching movies, eating popcorn, making love, making out like teenagers. Could I really just up and leave my life to start one with him? Would I even make a good hunter? I have trouble killing spiders. I can’t imagine what I would do up against a real monster. 

You were so deep in thought you didn’t see Dean staring at you. “What are you thinking about so hard over there, sweetheart?” “Honestly, this, us, and if I could leave my life and take up yours.” Dean looked at you with a slight smile on his face. “I like this, (he motioned between the two of you), I think we have great potential for a solid relationship, and I think you’d make a great hunter. We just need to train you.” 

“So how would it work? Do I live here and go hunting when you guys get a case? Can I still work as a nurse? How would we make money and survive?” “Those are all fair questions. I would love for you to leave with us, travel the country with us. You could be our nurse. I know it’s not as exciting as the ER, but your skills would prove to be invaluable and we have our ways of making money. I know it’s asking a lot, so I understand if you say no. It’s not going to change how I feel about you. We would just need to figure out the long distance thing.” 

You sighed, this decision was huge. Could you really walk away from the life you built to go across the country with a man you just met and apparently have fallen head over heels in love with? “Okay, Dean, I’ll do it. I’ll take vacation from work and we will see how it goes. If I am horrible at it, our feelings cool and we find we don’t actually like each other, or I just can’t do it, then I’ll come back here. If everything works out, then I’ll resign and you'll be stuck with me. I have about a month and a half of time saved, so I’ll call them tomorrow and tell them I have a family emergency that requires me to go out of town, then I’m all yours.” 

Dean smiled, stood up and pulled you up and into his arms. “Really?! You’re coming with us? So I’ll get to hold you in my arms every night?” Dean crashed his lips to yours and held you tight. The kiss felt different, more emotional than before. Like he was finally letting down some of the walls he had up. 

“I need to let Sammy know. He’s going to be so excited.” It sounded almost like Dean let out a little giggle. It was the cutest thing ever. The few days you’d known Dean, you’d never seen him this relaxed, almost free. It warmed your heart. 

Dean came back from calling Sam and you could tell he was excited. “Called Sammy and he was excited, we leave the day after tomorrow. Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured, we can figure us out without you having to leave.”

You cupped Dean’s face in your hands, looked at him in his beautiful green eyes and said, “Dean Winchester, I am 100% in. I’m ready to do this with you, by your side. I am in love with you. It terrifies me, but that’s life isn’t it. Just one big terrifying ride. I had no idea walking into that exam room that I would be meeting the man of my dreams, but here we are. I will follow you wherever you go, I will fight with you and by your side, and I will love you through it all.” 

Dean was speechless. He’d never had anyone willing to leave their life behind for him, confess their love for him. For a minute you thought you just screwed everything up. Dean stepped closer to you, brushed his hand across your cheek and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. I’m 100% in, I’m ready to do this with you by my side. I’m in love with you too. I can’t stop thinking about you and our future. I want you in my life, by my side, and with me every single step of the way. I can’t promise it will be easy, but I can promise you’ll never have to do anything alone again. I’m yours, today, tomorrow, forever.” 

Your breath hitched and you two kissed each other. When you pulled away you and Dean smiled at each other, complete and utterly in love with each other. “Come on sweetheart, let’s finish this movie.” Dean took your hand and led you back to the couch where the two of you stayed laying in each other’s arms for the rest of the night.

Part 4

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COMMENTS on 2x04 - SPOILERS ahead, obviously^^

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God that play is really…. and to see the joy just leave Claudia

And the foreshadowing with her soul leaving her body!!!!!! Holy shit.

Louis’ face mirroring the disillusionment.

Lol, Santiago getting a BJ while getting ready and bitching about the play. 💀

Armand and Louis in Dubai saying different things about that time…

Armand’s notes threw😬 me - and to call her lack of enjoyment of this play after 500 performances sabotage? Definitely a choice.

Ah, I see that is where that Santiago outfit comes in^^ - I would not have expected it to be Claudia there. I so feel for her there, it is so bitter. And Santiago having her back there and challenging Armand (and his relationship with Louis) damn. Also, Louis being so… IDK. Happy to ignore the warning signs now??? Ouch.

The coven going at each other, lol

That discussion “after”. And Louis’ “inner Lestat” commenting on it all - bitter

“Do you notice how hot the room gets”!!!!! FUCK

“I try to find the vulnerability in the object.” DAMN

The laughter. And Louis calling himself out there lmao.

They didn’t like Daniel changing track that’s for sure^^.

Santiago and Claudia 😭 - god I wished. And his warning her… damn.

Oh…. so THAT is where the “tender” comes in. Ouch again.

Madeleine and Claudia

The mimicry at the banquet. Ohhhhh it’s going to go SO BAD

But it’s nice to see that when Louis snaps… he snaps^^. Canon, baby, canon.

I felt so bad for him at the photography evaluation…

The fragility comment re Armand.

The photographs mixed in!!!! Holy shit. What is going on there - has been going on there????

“This is a Stein”. LOL Armand… “Probably Rashid”. Yeah, sure.

The body in the plastic!!!! Oh we are going full horror next episode, aren’t we.

Louis letting his “inner Lestat” criticize him. Aw sweetie. “I end up eating them”…. yeah.

The laughter again. And ”Lestat” mocking Armand as being “barely Balthasar”. 💀 Oh Louis. (I do feel bad for Armand. He wants love so badly.)

Madeleine’s story. One of many I would think. I … liked how they did it.

The Louvre.

“Vintage Lioncourt” - and then his “inner Lestat”!!! That expression, lol. And also the “ha” later… that is interesting.

In sync. “Okay” Argh.

HOLY SHIT! I KNEW THEY WOULD GO FULL IN AND DARK. AND THEY ARE 😵‍💫 OHHHH DAMN.

The coven abandoned by Magnus(??). And “Lestat” shaking his head.” Interesting.

I ALMOST thought we would get a Memnoch-type event!!!!! Damn, I wanted them to go there :))))

Armand threatening Claudia -.- . And letting her know. Talk about making things clear.

The thing about Santiago’s maker again...

Practicing the fire gift I see. Ah yisssss. *rubs hands*

“manipulative gremlin” LOOOOOLLLL LOUIS HOLY SHIT

God that scene with Claudia. Me and you, indeed.

“Bad decisions”. “Love makes you stupid”. “The wilderness that is our daughter”. 😭😭😭😭

Louis trying to say goodbye to Lestat there… heartbreaking. “An elicit couple out for the cheat”. Yeah. No double meaning at all. NONE. Their theme.The initials stitched in. Letting the rain pour down. Summoning Armand. “Mutiny brewing”. 😭 God Louis, why didn’t you just leave. “I used to be real good at running things”. Louis geeeeeeeeezzzzzz you are playing with FIRE. (Yes, I know, foreshadowing.)

And Santiago and the others using that moment to get the evidence they “need”. 💀

“You sure about that, Arun?” “Yes, Maitre.” Ohhhhh fuck. So fucking dangerous. “He is Louis’ creature indeed.” DAMN. Louis dammit you beeeeep Sorry, but honestly, that was… STUPID. You make your only protection look WEAK.

And them arguing in the bedroom. Louis probably having done that himself??!?!!!

Daniel using the time to go through the material - and remember. Oh the FORESHADOWING

And cut.

So in total:

Loved it, lots of very bitter foreshadowing once more. Loved all the little flashback hints. Knowing where the “tender” as a description for them comes from is… 😬. Louis trying to let Lestat go - I KNEW that would be a breakup scene, but I had guessed it would be another one that came later in the book^^, loved this change though. Unfortunately we already know it won’t quite work… Louis deciding to (try to) let Lestat go (which we know won’t work), and trying to take the “bull by its horns”… god. I mean. I get him. But that made my teeth hurt I clenched them so hard because that is literally… like, I said it above, but ARMAND calling HIM “maitre”? When the coven is already plotting? Oh boy. Not good in the long run. Not good.

So yeah. Loved it. So much in it!!!

And... my heart breaks for Armand.

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And the EPISODE INSIDER. Spelling it out once more: (A gag order definitely dropped away^^)

“Lestat is just ruining Armand’s and Louis’ romantic evenings together.”

“He almost takes on the Lestat role in his relationship with Armand.” 😬

“Louis’ relationship is a response to his relationship with Lestat.” “Armand is a rebound. A rebound that lasts for 70 to 80 years.” 💀

“I think Louis knows he can get away with more.” “Like Armand is maybe a bit of a pushover. He realizes he can manipulate that relationship a little bit more.” (LOOOOOOL JACOB)

“Ghost Lestat [] is also like Louis’ doubts about Armand.” “He tries to accept Armand the way he is.”

“Armand will always see a little bit of Lestat in Louis.” “His paranoia is all encompassing.”(!!!!)

“It’s this really sad aspect of his life.” (indeed.)

And last, but not least:

“But it’s also seeing Louis slip faster with Armand than she had planned.”(!!)

HOLY SHIT. 💀

[wonuwrites]

ok so you know how in korea friend outings & dates usually consist of rounds, like dinner, then drinks, then taking a walk, then coffee, or whatever else? what do you think svt would do on dates early in the relationship? how many rounds (😏) would they go?

Why did i blush at the innuendo and want to do a MTL for it 😭😭😭 LMAO i got you you.

Warnings: Fluffy, humor(?), tbh idk. Not really read over.

p.s I haven't done this in a while so I'm giving song recomendations that I was listening to in case you wanted new music to listen to while working on the parts <3

x song is playing rn if you were curious lol

ღ S Coups: (Song Note: Biebs will always hit, argue with the wall LOL.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Seungcheol would want to get to know you pretty well when you first started dating.

Having said that, the best way to get to know someone would be through quality time.

I could see him planning on a "pregame" date at a cafe then going on a walk then getting something to eat, then maybe another walk?

I can see him giving you his full attention and would genuinely like your company.

He wouldn't want to leave your side but he's a gentleman and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable especially so soon.

He would def play the date by ear.

ღ Jeonghan: (Song Note: yeah idk but I love this song LMAO.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

Jeonghan is a very go with the flow type of guy so I think similar to Seungcheol he would play it by ear as well.

I think he could also be very shy at beginning of the relationship so he doesn't want to mess anything up with you.

I feel like the rounds would be longer though. I feel like others would have "short" rounds which is why they have more but Jeonghan would take his time with you. (get your mind out of the gutters guys. this is a safe for work, work lmaoooo. yes im blushing too.)

He would have a smile on his face throughout the date though and would really enjoy the date.

ღ Joshua: (Song Note: god dammit I fucking love this song. Say what you want about Ravi but this is literally one of the best songs to exist.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So, since Jisoo is a LA boy aka American *bald eagle screeches in background* I feel like he would do lower rounds because we don't do that really in the states.

However, I also feel like he could do more rounds as well because he's such a gentleman and if you wanted to go for multiple rounds I feel like he's a yes ma'am thank you ma'am kinda dude.

Plus he's extroverted so he'd be so down to be social longer than other members would be.

Honestly, would just be so whipped the whole time. Probably similar to Jeonghan, his rounds would be longer.

Just expect soft eyes staring at you while you are on your date bc <3333

ღ Jun: (Song Note: this song makes me wanna shake my ass.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Jun would be similar to Jisoo where he would be like "yes ma'am" and would just be along for the ride.

If you wanted to do drinks, dinner, a walk, a drive, etc he would be down to clown

Would want to be with you no matter what you were doing.

He would be super shy super shy tho. hgahaha.

At first I feel like you would be the one to call the shot for first little bit.

He just likes you a lot and would want to be around you a bit longer than other members.

ღ Hoshi: (Song Note: If you hate this song or don't appreciate this song I don't trust you. This song is just so special.)

# of rounds: forever if he could || 5 rounds max

Look, Soonyoung is peak down bad behavior.

Like throughout the relationship but at the beginning, he would want to be with you constantly.

Not necessarily in a clingy or red flag kind of way ofc.

I could see him being like, "oh (Y/N), the night doesn't have to end just yet."

Shoot, he could turn errands into a date.

Like round 2 would be a convenience store run to get snacks to pregame your dinner date.

He just wanted to get to know you better and loved being around you.

He really felt he could be 'Soonyoung' around you and that was great for him.

ღ Wonwoo: (Song Note: this album was peak and this song is so cunty. I absolutely love it.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Wonu seems to be a very 'go with flow' kinda guy from what I've gathered.

However I feel like he would be one of the more 'cautious yet curious' members.

I feel like he would be overthinking everything at first regardless if he wanted to or not.

However, I feel like spending time with people is how he learns more about his feelings which is why I ended up saying "3-4 rounds" instead of what I originally thought with "1-2 rounds."

I feel like he would try to make each of the rounds super memorable though.

ღ Woozi: (Song Note: Psy x Taeyang will always be my roman empire omg.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

idk about yall but I know the Jihoon being a workaholic narrative is everywhere in the svt fanfiction world and it seems pretty predictable at this point.

Which... yes, I'm putting that narrative out again, I'm sorry LMFAO

This is just to say that due to him being a busy bee makes me see him not having many rounds.

Not because he doesn't want to do a lot but just because it's hard to juggle multiple things.

Also prior to nana tour, he is such a homebody. I think he might miss home.

I think the longer you were together, the more rounds there would be ya know?

ღ DK: (Song Note: Woodie GoChild's "pussy hoe" lives in my mind rent free and I love it LMFAOOO.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Seokmin is similar to Soonyoung because if he could go forever he would because to him you were good company.

Wouldn't matter what you were doing, he would be laughing with you and smiling wide the WHOLE time.

Expect Karaoke to be a round because this man eats CDs and I'm sure he'd vibe with someone who also eats CDs.

If you are trash at singing, he would still think you were like the Bob Ross of singing LMFAO.

He would be your biggest hype man. <3

He just is so head over heels for you maaaaaaaaaan.

ღ Mingyu: (Song Note: B.A.P deserved better. Literally one of their best b-sides <3333.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds || sometimes all night lol

I feel like Mingyu would be a mix of Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seokmin? (What a combo)

I feel like even a splash of Seungcheol as well because I can see him playing it by ear as well.

I feel like he would only do 3-4 rounds in general but if neither of you would NOT want the night to end you would add rounds that didn't make sense to others but it made sense to you both.

The date would be so carefree and would be an escape from reality for both of you.

Never an awkward moment tbh.

Once you said goodbye when rounds and date were over, I can see him yapping to either Wonwoo or Seokmin ALL about the date.

He'd be giddy af for like 4 business days.

Oh to be able to go on a date with Kim Mingyu...

ღ Minghao: (Song Note: Sik-K's verse is one of the best verses I've ever heard.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So when I talked about Minghao here, I said he would be flustered by you.

I stand by that still.

I feel like at beginning he would be so shy but so heart eyes during the rounds.

I feel like at first he would want you to call shots because he wanted you to be comfortable. So if you wanted a few rounds, that would be fine with him.

If you wanted more time, that would be even better because it was with you.

ღ Seungkwan: (Song Note: I just love this song.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

Seungkwan is a busy bee similarly to Jihoon.

I feel like he would want to do more rounds but at the beginning he would be in his head a lot and either prioritize his career or you more

I think his overthinking might be why there are less rounds at the beginning

However as time goes on, there would be more rounds.

Especially when he get more comfortable with you <3

(sorry his is so short. I will come back to it later because idk how else to explain it.)

ღ Vernon: (Song Note: this song is mother idc)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

I feel like Hansol would have less rounds but the frequency of 'dates' would be more often if that makes sense.

Every night could be date night if you were brave enough.

He would be all smiles while you were on your dates.

He would want to get to know you more hence the frequency of dates but also he wouldn't want to scare you away by having you for multiple rounds. At least not yet

He would gain energy back from these dates and he just loved the fact that you agreed to go on dates with him.

ღ Dino: (Song Note: I don't need to explain myself to anyone.)

# of rounds: 5 rounds

Lee Chan is down bad. (not crying at the gym tho. the girls that get it get it.)

He would want to be with you as long as he could so the more rounds the better.

I can see our precious maknae being similar to Mingyu, Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Joshua. again what a combo.

He would be laughing and smiling throughout the date and would do everything to make sure you are also having a good time.

He would look forward to these dates. He'd yap to his members about it too and they would tease him for it hahaha.

It would be cute as shit. <3

[h8ani]

sky dearest!~~

might i submit a request for your event?!

#37 with one insufferable Hanma Shuji because i feel like he's suuuuch a good fit for that one 🤭

thanks and hugs and kisses xoxo 💜

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of the consumption of alcohol, slight cursing, nickname (pretty)

My first Hanma piece 🥹🥹 I hope you like this bby

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You didn't expect to leave your apartment today let alone go to a party. You enjoy the time alone you get when staying in bed on a Friday night, most people are out and about ready to take on the weekend but you'd simply rather order in while letting your blankets wrap you up in a makeshift burrito as you watch the latest comedy that Netflix recommended. Yet here you were walking into a party that Hina & her boyfriend Takemichi dragged you to.

You're grateful for her you really are, she's always the one that's able to bring you out of your blanket fort of solitude, especially as of late.

Walking into the party your ears immediately catch the bumping of the music that was playing, bass incredibly loud where you could feel it in your throat. There were quite a few people in the house as well, which you expected as it was a Sano hosting the party. The environment was lively, everyone having a smile on their face and clearly having a good time.

First thing you know you need to do when arriving is beelining for the kitchen. You smile once you catch a glimpse of the kitchen's island. Alcohol. You smile and quickly pour yourself a drink before hearing a shout come from the other room. "Truth or Dare! Everyone sit your asses down!" Internally, you want to shrivel up into a ball, externally, you take two large gulps of your drink. You think maybe if you stay in the kitchen no one would make you play.

"There you are!" Hina says.

Nevermind.

You feel her small yet surprisingly strong hands grab your arm and tug you out to the couch where Takemichi was sitting. As you sit you take another sip of your drink, eyes scanning everyone who's in the living room and who's sitting on the couches that have been moved in an uneven rectangular shape. You see some of your friends, some classmates and some people you have no idea who they even are. As you scan around everyone you let a small gasp escape, you almost miss him, but honestly how could you? From his looks he hasn't changed much. His demeanor is still evident in the way he's leaning back against the couch as he sits on the floor, his hair that's usually styled up is now flat against his head which was why you almost scanned right over him as you waited to play this damn party game.

You can't lie and say you didn't find him still annoyingly attractive still.

As your eyes land on him you feel your own palms clam up, your own breath leaving your lungs as you look at him.

The memories flooding back all at once.

7 months ago

“It’s too complicated and that’s all you’re gonna get outta me. I’m done (y/n).”

You stand there in the doorway of his room, arms crossed and feeling like a knife was just stabbed in your chest. You couldn’t help the stunned look on your face from showing, although he couldn’t bother to look over to see how his words have affected you. “So that’s it?” You breathe out.

“That’s what I said, didn't I? Just leave.”

“Shuji-”

“God dammit! I said leave! Get the fuck out!” He yells, voice echoing through the walls of his apartment. You couldn’t help the tears that welled up behind your eyes threatening to spill any second. You turn on your heels, feet moving as quickly as they could until you are out of his apartment.

The second the door clicks you could hear a flurry of curses along with glass breaking. The screams of frustration from inside eventually faded until you got far enough away.

A sigh escapes you as you think back on him, you still couldn’t understand what his reasoning was, he was good to you, he never screamed, never hurt you in any way until that very day.

His eyes lock with yours, a subtle softness to his features showed when the smile you knew all too well formed on his face. Immediately, you look away, face feeling hotter almost instantly at just the small amount of eye contact you had. You sip your drink, allowing the alcohol the course through your system and disregarding what just happened.

You feel a nudge to your right causing you to turn. “Hm, what?” You say to see multiple everyone’s eyes on you.

“Truth or dare?” You hear from across the way. You look and see Yuzuha smiling devilishly.

“Truth.” You say quickly. You’d rather be safe than sorry. You still remember the time Baji and Mikey had to go streaking as a cause of Yuzuha’s dare from the last party you went to. The images of their bare asses still burned in your memory. You sip on your drink as she thinks of her question, once again that same devilish smile appears on her face.

“Out of everyone you’ve hooked up with, who’s been the best in bed?

You choke on the liquid that you swallowed once hearing that, coughing hard as you look at her. “Dare, I said dare!” You cough again.

“No take backs! Answer the question!” Mikey yells from the side laughing.

You couldn’t help the way you glance at Hanma, his eyes as well as everyone else’s was on you. A smirk lying in his lips as if he knew the answer.

A little embarrassment you could take, but this was on another level. It’s one thing cracking jokes but talking about your sex life? You can barely talk to your best friend who knows everything about you without feeling like your face is on fire. You tug on your sleeve as you look away, thinking of what to say.

“Um, can’t really pick a favorite if I’ve been with only one person.”

“You’ve only slept with one person.” Yuzuha states more than questions. “Seriously.”

“Yup.” You end the conversation quickly taking the last bit of your drink down and looking at her. You see a confused expression on her face as if she was piecing together some puzzle.

“But weren’t you with…” You see her looking around the room until her eyes land on someone else. You follow her eyes until you see who she’s looking at and your blood pressure spikes once seeing others following her gaze.

“I’ve been with one person okay?” You say quickly and louder to gather everyone’s attention back on you. “So if that answers your question it’s my turn to ask.”

“But you didn’t-”

“Mikey, truth or dare?”

It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did, sure; you didn’t like being stared at or embarrassed but in all reality it wasn’t that bad, what you didn’t like was being put on the spot with him right there.

You grumble to yourself as you reach for the bottle of tequila, finger tips barely touching the bottle before it’s pulled away from your grasp. You whip your head around ready to snap at whoever took the alcohol from you when all the words die in your tongue.

“Hey pretty.” Hanma smiled down at you.

You look up at him, trying to form a coherent sentence but all that’s on your mind is the last time you saw him.

He was so dejected, so distant, so not him.

He was looking at you with gentle eyes, the kind that you were used to, the kind that you missed looking into.

“Hi…” you finally say. You take in how he was smiling down at you, as if nothing between you had changed.

God, did you miss him.

He takes the solo cup from your hand and fills your drink, handing it back once he is done topping it off.

“Thanks…” You take a sip of your drink instantly regretting it. You couldn’t hide the grimace on your face. “Oh god how strong did you make this?”

He chuckles and takes your cup from your hands, taking a swig of it. “Strong enough where I know you won’t want it anymore.”

You pout and reach back for it but he lifts the cup just out of your reach. Damn him and his unnecessary height.

“Shuji, give it back.”

“So I’m the best you’ve ever had huh?” You didn’t have to even look at him to know he had a smirk plastered on his face.

You don’t bother looking up at him, allowing a sigh to leave you as you grab another solo cup and remake your drink properly. You take your time making it, allowing him to wait as you stay silent and have the feeling of your stomach doing flips go away.

Hanma was never good whenever you gave him the silent treatment, always being reduced to a baby but would deny punch anyone if asked. He’d always say he was a sucker for you whenever you’d be upset with him. You truly were his weak spot.

“What do you want, Hanma?” You turn back looking at him and see the smirk slowly fall from his face.

“It’s Shuji.” He says seriously.

“What?”

“It’s Shuji to you. It’s always Shuji.”

You feel your heart in your chest, thumping louder as he looks at you. A small smile creeping up on your face. “Then what do you want, Shuji?”

“You look good tonight. Haven’t seen you out in awhile.”

You scrunch your face at that. Where’s he going with this?

“What are you-” you begin but are quickly cut off by his voice speaking again.

“I miss you ‘s all, miss you a lot actually but I know better.” He looks away taking another swig of his drink. “And ‘m not drunk, just saw you and ya know, I had to talk to you.”

You don’t say anything, you can’t, how could you? What can you say to someone who you knew still had the broken pieces to your heart that you so desperately tried fixing because of him. You watch him carefully, the way his eyes stay off you and try to focus on the other party goers, the way he continues to drink out of his cup and especially the way his body slowly inches closer all the while.

“You miss me?” He asks, eyes still elsewhere.

You pause. Did you miss him? Of course you did.

“What do you think, idiot?

His eyes flash to yours, a smile graces your lips seeing at how quickly he turned to look at you.

He was complicated, you knew that before you even got together with him in the first place. His lifestyle, how he doesn’t express his emotions in the best way possible, don’t even start on his communication skills, but what wasn’t complicated was your feelings for him. He was your first everything and feelings like that don’t disappear no matter how much time you take.

You feel his hand slip into yours as he tugs you along with him, both drinks tossed and discarded into the nearby trash. “Where are we going?” You can’t help but ask while weaving through everyone at the party.

“We’re leaving, you think you can tell me you miss me and I not do anything ‘bout that? Hell no.”

@enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 2 - We should do this more often.

Part 2 of the Agency Tour!

Summary: Izuku shows Y/N the CCTV room. And his office… well, mostly his sofa, because it’s really hard to see when Izuku is crushing you into the pillows.

That sounds so much more suggestive than it is, sorry for the clickbait.

Warnings: Swear words, suggestive (!), Kirishima makes a sex joke. 16 +? Maybe?

First Chapter Master List

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“Are you ready for the CCTV room?” Izuku squeezes your hand in front of a massive door. “It’s also connected to the commander room which is the busiest room in the whole building and the people working in this area are a little bit quirky. Kacchan thinks they are all weirdos, but they are really nice if you give them a chance.” He smiles at you, but you can’t miss the worry in his beautiful eyes.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” You nudge the man and he opens the door…

“Oi, why is that guy standing there?!” A guy with black hair and dog ears peeking up in excitement points at one of the CCTV screens angrily. “He’s sus!”

“Bro, he has a date.” A red haired, nerd-looking guy looks up from his cup noodles, still slurping. Someone tells him off for talking with food in his mouth but he ignores it.

“How do you know that?” The black haired guy mutters, still angry. His ears flap down from the lack of excitement, clearly uninterested. He reminds you of Katsuki.

“He’s been doing that a lot lately, same woman, same meeting point.” The red haired guy answers with food in his mouth. You can barely conceal the smile; they have no idea the boss is in the room, they are so involved in their gossip.

“I hope he doesn’t cheat on this one, the lady looks cute.” A quirky looking girl adds with a sigh.

“He cheated?!” The guy’s ears point towards the ceiling again with a little wiggle. The cute ear-thing he’s doing absolutely clashes with his grumpy behavior but somehow, it’s also kinda adorable.

Izuku cleans his throat loudly to get some attention; the nerd guy almost drops his cup noodles, the black haired guy can’t help himself and laughs at him, clearly enjoying the drama.

“Can you fire these two? I honestly can’t do my job with them in the building.” And older, grumpy looking woman looks up from her laptop. She’s wearing a massive headset, but apparently, it’s not enough to suppress their daily bickering.

“I’m quite sure you were supposed to retire 10 years ago.” The quirky girl retorts and makes the angry guy laugh.

“Yo, who’s that.” The angry guy’s eyes lock with the screen again, judging a random bystander standing by the station entrance. He clicks on the screen a few times, checks the details; Mahito Shiro, 23, student, quirk: shrinking, birth date 2000.06.14 No police data available Threat-level: none “Nevermind, just another rando. Dammit. FUCK’S SAKE I’M BORED!”

“Oh my god, Toshi, shut the fuck up!” Someone yells from another room.

“Uhm, can I show my… Y/N around?” Izuku mutters; the whole room gawks at you with questioning eyes, analyzing you like you are one of the randos on the TV screen. Their gaze locks on your entwined fingers; fuck, you forgot to let go!; and there’s an absolute silence in the room until the black haired guy speaks up.

“So, who’s that?!”

“Oh my god, Toshi.” The quirky girl laughs again; apparently the sole existence of this angry man is enough for her to have a good day. Damn, you can relate. “That’s his roommate.”

“Is he cheating on his Sweet Pea?! I can’t believe the fucker. I thought he’s head over heels for that chick.” The Hitoshi guy gives the boss a disappointed glare.

“Can you not talk about my obvious pining right in front of the girl I am pining for?” Deku yells, extremely embarrassed; his cheeks are tinted pink and he’s squinting his eyes shut, hoping to be swallowed by a ground.

You don’t really know what to think right now; were you the only person in the whole wide world who didn’t know about Deku’s feelings?! Really?!

“That’s Sweet Pea, Tosh.” The quirky girl translates and the grumpy guy perks up, ears up and wiggling excitedly as he takes in the view in front of him.

“Exciting.” There is a weird noise coming from the back of the man; you try to look behind him and it doesn’t take you long to notice the massive, fluffy, black tail wiggling back and forth. So that’s why his chair clashes with the rest of the furniture; it was especially made for him to have space for his tail. That’s sweet.

“So this is the CCTV room.” Izuku yelps, his voice and octave higher than usual. “We have thirty screens in this room plus every person has their own set with ten screens that they keep an eye on. We have access to all the cctv footages in Japan that are not owned by a person, so cameras set up by the government, shops, banks, venues and the list goes on.” He continues to mutter. “Our security system has a built in information center thanks to our perpetual work with the police; if you click on a person, his face runs through the police information system and we can get their basic info without the need to get a clearance.” Deku puts his hands on your back and pushes you forward to take a better look; he clicks at a random person on the street and zooms in; the camera is crystal clear even after the zoom and the system starts to analyze the footage right away; the person’s name, age, quirk, area of residence comes up in the far corner of the footage; it also states that the person isn’t dangerous or under any suspicion at this moment.

“That’s really cool!” Your eyes shine with pure wonder as you look at the details.

“Well, it’s cool but it has its flaws.” Toshi speaks up from behind you. “Some stupid countries didn’t give us clearance to use their data so with a lot of foreigners, we actually need to go through the clearance process and it’s only granted if we have a strong reason to suspect the individual.” He grumbles under his nose, personally offended by this shenanigan.

“He’s just grumpy because he found his doppelgänger once and his info-request denied.” The older lady adds, smiling cheekily.

“The audacity of ‘em! He might be my secret twin brother!” Toshi retorts angrily. Izuku smiles under his nose.

“The right side of the office is in charge for the CCTV footage, the left side is charge for listening to the police radio in case there is an incident where we might be needed. The door on the left side is where the emergency call team is, but I won’t show you that room as it’s literally just people taking phone calls every five seconds and distributing the task to a hero with the most suitable quirk. They also have their own computer system that knows the current heroes on the call, their quirks and strengths.”

“Fucking hell, you guys are high-tech.” You mumble, bamboozled. Your mind is fried thanks to all the information you tried to take in; you would kill for a cup of water and some sugar right now; skipping breakfast was a terrible idea. You stroke your forehead, trying your best to soothe your aching head and Izuku pales right away.

“Oh my god, you haven’t had breakfast, I’m so sorry, Sweet Pea! Let’s go to my office, I have some food in there.” Izuku ushers you out of the room, not even letting you say a proper goodbye.

Running after Deku is a fucking challenge; his long, muscly legs gives him a super speed even without the use of his quirk so needless to say, you definitely look like an absolute idiot as you stumble all over behind him, out of breath already. Thankfully, his office isn’t too far away from the communication room; you are seated on a sofa now with a fancy cup noodle in your hands. You can’t help but smile when you see Deku’s pretty face looking back at you from the cup.

You always make sure not to buy this specific cup noodle; you literally can’t put Deku’s handsome face into the trash when you finish the meal. No fucking way.

“Can I keep the packaging?” You ask with a happy voice after you finished; the noodles warmed your soul and heart and you can feel your brain coming back to life now that you filled your stomach with the tasty junk food.

“Hey, isn’t the real thing good enough for you?” Izuku asks, offended. You absolutely love when Izuku gets jealous. It’s the prettiest sight in the whole world.

“Why would I choose if I can have both?” You stroke Deku’s face on the packaging just to irk the hero even more; Izuku’s eyes darken at the sight, possessiveness overtaking him for a second; he takes a deep breath and plops down next to you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. Let’s be honest, puppy eyes and Deku are basically the same thing anyway so he doesn’t need to try too hard for your heart to melt completely from the beauty of it.

“I kinda want to keep you for myself.” His fingers travel up your arms, leaving goosebumps all over your skin in their trail. “I know, I’m selfish, but it’s your fault for telling me to put myself first. Take responsibility.” Izuku giggles, then gets all emotional in a matter of seconds. “Y/N, I’m so happy you’re here I could cry.” Izuku’s eyes are full of unshed tears, but they also shine with happiness; it’s such an Izuku thing, crying over the silliest things, like being too happy, being too content or seeing a puppy on the street; he might be big and bulky now but when he’s happy he’s still that lanky nerd from middle school. He might be able to crush a person’s skull with a snap of his fingers, but deep inside he’s just a soft, dreamy guy begging for a motherly hug. Izuku is precious, so fucking precious it actually hurts your soul. “Going home always felt like a dream, but every time I left my the house it felt like it was just that… a beautiful dream I woke up from, a vision I created to soothe my lonely soul. But seeing you here, in my second home… it all comes together now, Sweet Pea.” Deku smiles, tears trailing down his face. “You are real. You are not just my imagination. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize that. I’m so happy right now.” Deku giggles but he chokes on his tears; his head hides in the crook of your neck and here he is, little nerdy Izuku crying into your neck, where he feels safe and content; that spot is his happy place, his saving grace after a long, dangerous day.

“Izu-Izu….” You mutter, your voice almost silent. “How did I deserve you? I’ll never understand.”

“I’ll make you understand then.” Izuku looks deep into your eyes. The butterflies in your belly don’t feel like butterflies anymore, but more like flesh-eating piranhas. That’s probably the least romantic comparison in the whole world but it’s the truth. “And if it doesn’t work I’ll kiss you until you forget about your silly insecurities. I’ll kiss them all away.” Izuku leaves tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone; wherever he sees skin he kisses the area, lips moving slowly as though he’s trying to remember every single bump and crevice.

“Sounds good to me.” You cup his face with your right hand, pulling him up to you, slowly leaning closer to the man’s shiny lips. Izuku looks down, wanting and hungry; he wavers for a moment, probably calculating the chances of being interrupted, but it doesn’t take him long to find his way to you. The kiss is slow and languid, his mouth careful and attentive; it’s not what you expected after the all the tension brewing between you two but you can’t really complain; then black whip shoots out of Izuku’s right hand, right towards the office door, and the lock clicks.

Izuku looks at you like he’s waiting for an answer; to what, you have no idea but apparently your passionate gaze was enough of an answer on it’s own; Izuku rushes back to your lips, the kiss wet and heavy now. A tiny yelp leaves your mouth as your back collides with the sofa; Izuku is right on top, body flush against yours but still careful to not put too much weight on you. Your hands find their way into Izuku’s untamable curls, nails scratching his scalp as Izuku’s tongue licks into your mouth; you can’t help but whimper when Izuku starts to move his tongue, slow but passionate, the motion full of restraint.

“How do you even make these noises.” Izuku’s voice is octave higher than usual, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “Please, tell me to stop. End my suffering.” He says between kisses, his body getting heavier and heavier on top of you; you can feel every single one of his muscles and some other things as well; the thought of Izuku wanting you so much makes you whimper again, pulling the greenette even closer until your mouths clash again, the action hot and heavy. “I want to drink your voice, Sweet Pea.”

For some reason that sentence went straight down to your… well… you know where.

“Izu.” You sigh, two seconds away from combusting.

You are in Izuku’s office, goddamit, what the heck are you two doing?!

“I love you.” Izuku says while his hand finds its way under your shirt. You can’t help but whimper again, your body pushing up into his hand for more. Izuku looks five seconds from losing his mind. “Okay, let’s calm down.” Izuku takes a deep breath, his hand clasping your side to ground himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to attack you like this.” Izuku is completely out of breath, lips red and slick from all the kissing. Jesus, he looks absolutely stunning. “I don’t want to rush this. I’m so…”

“Say sorry again and I swear to god I’ll do something really stupid, Izu.” You pant into his neck; his smell is so intoxicating in your current state you can barely hold yourself back from biting into the skin to taste it.

“Roger that.” Izuku’s forehead connects with yours, his breath fanning your face. Needless to say that also doesn’t help your current situation at all. He stays in this position for at least a minute, taking deep breaths and letting them out, slowly moving his arms behind your back to pull you close. He goes back to his favorite place, leaving tiny kisses in the crook of your neck, finally calming down. “We should do this more often.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“Wow, so smooth, Izuku.”

“Shut up!” He whines, face pink from embarrassment.

“I love you too, by the way.” You sigh, hugging the hero back. He’s a little bit heavy, but you have no heart to tell him he’s crushing you right now; the feeling is weirdly pleasant.

Izuku only murmurs, clearly content to stay in this position and enjoy the solitude for a bit; several minutes pass in peaceful silence before someone bangs on the wall, the sound coming from the other side. Both of you jump up from the sudden noise, still half asleep in each other’s arms.

“Oi, nerd! You there?” Katsuki’s voice fills the office, but Katsuki is nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, we were about to come over!” Deku yells back with a blushed face. He stands up and gives you a hand, pulling you towards one of the bookshelves in his office; you moan about not being able to look around but Izuku is on a mission; he moves some of the books on his shelf, ruining the order completely then turns his Bakugou figurine around which stands next to a Deku one to face the other way. Something clicks and the shelf opens to another room; Katsuki sits at a massive black desk, sorting out paperwork, his glasses hanging low on his nose. You don’t really have the time or mental energy to actually understand what the fuck just happened, because Katsuki looks up, then gawks at the two of you, his glasses falling off his nose and landing on his desk with a loud thump.

“Have you even looked in a fucking mirror before barging in here, you two idiots?” Katsuki yells, his face red as a tomato. “The fuck were you doing in your office, huh?!” Katsuki retorts angrily. “This is a workplace, Goddammit!”

Kirishima appears at the sound of Katsuki’s yelling and freezes as the door; he looks at you two with an amused gaze then starts laughing like a maniac.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Zuku was the first one to have a heated make out session in this building! You dawg, good for you, man!” He giggles as he makes his way towards Katsuki to put his hand on his shoulders in an attempt to soothe the angry blonde. “Don’t worry, Tsuki, you can still be the first one to have sex in the office. It’s an easy fix, I’m just saying.” Kirishima winks and Bakugou finally reaches his limit, hands sparking from the anger or the embarrassment, you are not really sure.

“I fucking hate all of you.” Katsuki’s head drops on the desk with a loud, painful bang. You swear there is steam coming out of his red ears.

Well, you guess you don’t need to tell these two the good news, then.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I know, I has been another 9000 years but I’m glad I didn’t rush this because this is my new fav chapter; I mean, the gag? The feels? That Toshi guy?

- I hope you enjoyed the sofa part! I think I don’t need to tell you how hard it was for Deku to stop there. Fun fact; that part wasn’t planned at all, it was all Izuku’s doing. This chapter was supposed be about the CCTV room and reader looking around Izuku’s office, but I guess she’ll have to come back to take a proper look, oh well.

- There will be more details about the secret entrance in the next chapter, so if you have questions, you can ask but it might get answered in the next one. (But I’m still more than happy to answer them now!)

- I hope you guys are having a great day! There is a massive storm coming towards my city and I live next to the sea so let’s all pray I’m not gonna get blown away with my 45 kilos like the last time. If you think that shit only happens in the movies, that’s false. I will never forget how I ended up clutching a random ass pole at 7AM for 10 minutes because my stupid ass didn’t know you can’t walk on the seaside during a wind storm. It’s delightful to be a foreigner sometimes.

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