#anyways here's some rambling because why not

[yeahiveheardofbears-fics]

Hiiii!! I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could do another best friends to lovers with Steve <3 maybe they’re in their 20s and reader has never kissed anyone which she’s embarrassed about and thus ensues a healthy dose of angst and mutual pining and happy ending? <3 tysm for considering 🥹

oh, anon, I had so much fun with this one! I'm definitely thinking of doing a part two with smut...

[fic masterlist]

accidentally, then all at once

wc: 3097 steve harrington x reader, first kiss, best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, happy ending

“—I’m not mad.”

“Okay,” Steve says, dragging out the vowel like it means something. “Cool. You’re just sitting there with your arms crossed like a pissed-off toddler because you’re not mad. Got it.”

You shoot him a look. “Can you focus on the road instead of diagnosing my body language?”

He shrugs one shoulder, eyes still on the empty stretch of highway. “Hard not to notice when you’ve been doing that twitchy mouth thing since we left.”

Your jaw clenches on instinct. He grins like he caught you in a lie. You turn your face toward the window and sigh, trying not to sulk. The warm hum of the car fills the silence, broken only by the soft thrum of The Smiths on the stereo—because of course he put on The Smiths. Like your night didn’t already feel like a bad punchline.

He glances at you again. “Look, I don’t get it. So you kissed that guy. The one from your creative writing class. The one you talked about for, like, weeks.”

You say nothing.

“It was truth or dare, not a wedding ceremony. And, sidenote, we’re too old for that ‘playing games as an excuse to kiss’ crap anyway.”

You groan, dragging your hands down your face. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

Your voice comes out sharper than you mean. “It was my only one, Steve.”

The words just… drop. Like a record scratch in the middle of a song.

He blinks, eyes flicking toward you, quick. Then again, slower. “What?”

You should’ve let it hang. Should’ve laughed it off or pretended you said something else. But no—of course you had to go and drop a personal bomb in the middle of his dumb BMW like you were having some kind of main character monologue.

He lets out this awkward little laugh. “Wait—what? Like… ever?”

You grimace and turn back to the window. “Forget it.”

“No, no, hold on. I mean—really?”

And that’s it. The dam breaks.

“Jesus, yes, okay? I had braces until senior year. Like, industrial-grade. It was like kissing a fucking bear trap. And I wasn’t exactly in high demand. I was too busy writing angsty poetry and reading romance novels with characters who—surprise—also never got kissed. So no, it’s not some huge dramatic thing, it just… happened. I got dared, I went with it, and—whatever, okay? It’s not like it meant anything.”

You stare out the window, breath hitching slightly at the edges. You don’t even realize the car’s stopped until you see trees out the passenger side.

You blink. The lake glimmers under the soft pull of the moon, all glassy and silver. Lover’s Lake.

“Why the hell are we here?” Your sarcasm kicks back in, eyes narrowed, automatic armor. “What, you figured I got the first one out of the way so now I’m cleared for advanced coursework?”

He scoffs, soft and amused, like your sarcasm didn’t hit him straight in the gut. “Relax,” he mutters, hands still on the wheel. “I’ve seen enough of you and Robin’s weird anxiety rambles to know we were three minutes away from either screaming, crying, or—on very rare occasion—puking. And you had a couple beers, so I wasn’t risking that last one in the beemer. I like this car.”

You make a sound. Something between a groan and a huff, more grumble than anything, still curled against the window like it might let you disappear if you press hard enough.

You’re quiet again. That same tight silence you’ve had ever since the party, ever since you kissed that guy and didn’t say a damn word about it until now.

And now he knows why.

It’s not like you and him talked about that kind of thing, anyway. Not really. Not in any real detail. He’d hear names sometimes—people you didn’t like, people you really didn’t like—but never the kind of stories he and Robin traded in late-night 7-Eleven parking lots.

Then again, Robin’s gay. So it’s… less weird. Less tense.

With you it’s… different. Even if he doesn’t say why.

Your voice pulls him out of it. “I’m probably the only girl you’ve taken here who didn’t make out with you.”

He lets out a dry laugh, head tipping back lightly against the seat. “Okay, first of all, most of the heavy petting happened at Skull Rock. That was the hot spot.” He smirks when you snort softly. “Second, not true. I brought Robin here when she needed to scream about Tammy Thompson being straight.”

That earns him a breath of a laugh from you. Soft. Real.

It lands in his chest somewhere.

He should leave it there. Let the silence take over again. Let it fade into another weird, almost moment that both of you pretend didn’t happen.

But he doesn’t.

Because now that he’s thinking about it—really thinking about it—it is kind of a big deal. Not the kiss. Not the party. But the fact that you said it out loud. To him.

And you said it like it was something to be ashamed of.

He glances over at you again, the dim light from the lake catching the curve of your cheek. You’re still looking out the window like it’ll save you.

“Hey,” he says finally, voice lower now. “It’s not a big deal, okay? You’re not weird.”

You roll your eyes, sharp even in the dark. “Steve, we’re twenty-one. You’ve got a goddamn Rolodex of experience and I’ve got a drunken peck from a guy whose biggest personality trait is liking The Great Gatsby.”

“Okay, well, just so you know,” he says, a little smug, “I’m currently in what Robin is calling my ‘longest dry spell to date.’ So, I’m basically a virgin again. It's a reset.”

You snort, but your mouth twitches like you’re trying not to laugh. It’s barely there, but he sees it.

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “That’s not how it works.”

“What’s not?” he asks, pretending confusion.

“You don’t just—lose all your progress because it’s been a while. You don’t respawn as a virgin just because you haven’t made out with anyone in a year. That’s not how any of this works.”

He gasps, dramatic, hand over his heart like you wounded him. “Wow. Okay. First of all, rude. Second, it’s been fourteen months, not a year. Third—”

You lift your brows. “You counted?”

“I had to. It was starting to feel biblical.”

You laugh, soft and reluctant. “You’re so full of shit.”

“No, I’m serious,” he says, eyes wide and insistent. “At this point, I probably wouldn’t even remember how to do it. Any of it. I’d be like a baby deer. All limbs. No coordination.”

You snort. “You’re an idiot.”

“Probably a bad kisser now, too. Like—tragic.”

You look over at him, skeptical. “Yeah. I bet you’re awful. All that varsity experience? Gone. Wiped clean.”

He nods solemnly. “Gone. Out the window. I’m a shell of the man I once was.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s something warm curling in your chest. Something easy. Familiar. His hand nudges yours on the center console—not holding it, not quite, just a brush of his fingers against yours like punctuation. Like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

And somehow, you’re closer than before. Not dramatically. Just enough that you can smell the faint sharpness of his cologne and the minty gum he always keeps in the glove box. Just enough that if either of you turned your heads at the wrong angle, your mouths might graze.

You feel it happen before you can name it—the shift. The quiet, off-balance moment where the space between you stops being a buffer and starts being a pressure point.

His gaze flicks to the back seat. Then back to you.

He raises his eyebrows. “Could always… test the theory. You know. Just for science.”

It’s a joke.

It has to be a joke.

But your heart doesn’t get the memo. It kicks like it’s trying to break through your ribs.

You glance—just for a second—at his mouth.

Just a second.

Then you lean back, fast, putting distance between you and the heat that’s suddenly too much. You don’t look at him. You just fold your arms, shift your body toward the window, and pretend that didn’t land like a slap.

Steve doesn’t say anything at first.

Mostly because he’s too busy internally screaming.

Nice. Real smooth. Excellent joke, Harrington. Really landed that one.

He stares out at the lake, but all he can feel is the space put between the two of you. Like a wall he didn’t even mean to build.

Because he didn’t mean to say it. It just… slipped out. The way things used to. When flirting felt like muscle memory. When moments like that didn’t have consequences.

But this wasn’t just some girl at a party. This was you.

You weren’t just anyone. You were—his friend. A good friend now. Someone he actually knew.

And yeah, okay, maybe he’s thought about kissing you before. He’s not blind. You’re—well. You. And he’s still a guy with eyes and a pulse and urges, thank you very much.

He exhales hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t,” he mutters to himself, voice low. “Don’t go there.”

He rubs both hands down his face, grounding himself in the familiar feeling of palms against tired skin. Then he glances over at you again, and guilt punches him square in the chest.

“Hey,” he says finally. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Your voice cuts through the car like a blade. “I know.”

Flat. Sharp. The kind of tone that doesn’t need volume to hurt.

He winces. “Right. No, I mean—I really didn’t mean to. It just—came out. Like a reflex.”

You don’t look at him. You just breathe harder.

He leans forward, bracing his forearms on the steering wheel like he’s trying to physically hold onto the moment before it gets worse. “But it’s not like—I mean, I didn’t mean it like it’s gross. Or that you’re, like, some experiment or something.”

Still nothing.

He keeps going, because now his mouth won’t stop. “You’re—you’re pretty. And nice. Usually.”

That gets a look. A look.

He winces again. “Okay. Yeah. That’s fair. Real bold stuff. Revolutionary. Compliment of the century.”

He sighs and leans back in his seat, staring up at the car ceiling like it’s got a teleprompter he forgot to read. “I didn’t mean, like, surface-level stuff. I meant… the real stuff. Like how you remember dumb things people say in passing and then bring them up like three weeks later, and it freaks them out in a good way. Or how you’re the only person who actually listens when someone’s talking, not just waiting for your turn. Or like, the way you somehow always know when someone’s about to cry and do that casual thing where you pretend you didn’t notice so they can keep their dignity. I don’t know, you’re just—you.”

He’s quiet for a second. Then: “And you look really nice tonight. Like, really nice. That skirt thing you're wearing? The—uh. Whole situation? Yeah.”

You’re still not saying anything. So he laughs a little, under his breath.

“I guess… I kind of hoped if that stupid game led to you kissing anyone, it’d be me.”

Finally, finally, you look at him.

He swallows and offers a half-smile. Soft. Shrugging like it’s no big deal even though it’s the biggest thing he’s said all night.

“It’s a skort,” you mutter, finally looking at him again.

Steve’s head tips back as he laughs. “Ah, yes. The secret enemy of any guy trying to get to third base. I know it well.”

You smack his arm—harder than necessary, but it makes him laugh again. So you do too.

And then it’s quiet again. But not the same kind of quiet. This one feels… softer. Less like a wall, more like a blanket.

You mess with the fraying edge of your sleeve for a second. Then, too fast to stop it: “So what, you have a crush on me or something?”

It hangs there for a second. Too sharp. Too loud in the small space of the car.

Steve snorts, caught somewhere between defensive and flustered. “What are we, twelve?” But then he shrugs, eyes still on the lake. “I mean… yeah. Sometimes. It’s hard not to.”

That quiet stretches again. But it’s humming now.

He keeps going. “I mean, I spend most of my time with you, Robin, or a literal high schooler. And no offense to Dustin, but I don’t think I’m his type.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. It doesn’t work.

Your voice comes out smaller than before. “It wasn’t really a real first kiss.”

Steve glances over. “The thing tonight?”

You nod.

“No,” he agrees. “Definitely wasn’t.”

You shift toward him slightly, heart thudding louder in your ears. “So… what would you do different?”

You ask it like a throwaway. A maybe. Like you’re already bracing for a backpedal.

But when you finally look at him—really look—you catch it.

The way his eyes flick to your mouth. The way something stills in his whole body, like the world just narrowed to the space between you.

He looks at you like he’s seeing the question behind the question.

Steve doesn’t move at first.

Not because he doesn’t want to.

But because he does—badly—and that’s the problem.

He could tell you. He could say all the things running laps in his head. That he’s thought about this before. That he was hoping you’d ask. That maybe he’s been waiting for a moment like this and didn’t even know it.

Or he could show you.

But somehow, neither feels like enough on its own.

So he says, “Fuck it,” under his breath. And does both.

He turns slightly in his seat, eyes still on you, voice low but easy. “Okay… so let’s say we just got back from a date.”

You blink at him, confused—but not pulling away.

He continues, heart thudding loud in his chest. “Dinner was good. You made fun of me for ordering something boring. I made fun of you for putting hot sauce on literally everything.”

Your lip quirks, but you’re still watching him.

“We drove around a little afterward. Listened to that mixtape you won’t admit you made for me. Pulled up to the lake just to sit for a second. And now…”

He reaches up slowly, brushing a piece of hair from your cheek, letting his fingers linger there just a beat longer than necessary.

“… for the record, I’d probably be walking you to your door. No Lover’s Lake on the first date. Usually. But seeing as we’re already here, in my car, I’ll have to improvise.”

His voice dips, softer now. More real. “I’d lean in. Not too fast.” 

He does. 

“I’d wait to see if you moved. If you got shy or said you were tired or—” 

You don’t move. Not away from him, anyway. 

“And then I’d ask…” He’s just a breath away now. His nose nearly brushing yours. “Is this okay?” 

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to. Your eyes flutter closed. And that’s when he knows. 

He kisses you. Slow. Sweet. No pressure. No rush. Just the press of his lips against yours, careful and warm and way too full of everything he’s been trying not to feel for months. 

When he pulls away, your eyes are wide. Searching his face.

He sees the doubt flicker across your face—just for a second. Like you’re trying to catalog every part of it, weigh it against the idea that maybe you’re not enough. That maybe you’ll mess it up.

He hates that.

Because you didn’t. You don’t.

He gives you the softest smile he can manage, one that only barely masks how wrecked he feels by the fact that you let him kiss you at all. “You’re not bad at it,” he says quietly. “Not even close.”

You blink. Eyes wide. Lips parted.

He leans in again, closer now, until his breath fans warm across your cheek.

“Okay,” he murmurs, a low grin tugging at his mouth, “so this is what we in the biz call the… advanced coursework.”

You start to roll your eyes—classic, a callback—but then his mouth is back on yours before you can finish the motion.

This time, it’s not hesitant.

It’s intentional.

His hand slides up, fingers curling gently along your jaw as he kisses you again—just lips, for now. Soft, sure, grounding. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t crowd you. He kisses you like he’s got nowhere else to be. Like he’s done pretending he doesn’t want this.

Then he pulls back just enough to speak against your mouth, voice barely a whisper. “Okay, now part your lips.”

You do.

“Good,” he breathes. “Now let me—” His nose brushes yours as he leans in again. “—show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”

His lips find yours again, slower this time. He tilts his head slightly, deepening the angle. You feel the difference immediately—it’s heavier. Hungrier. Still soft, but anchored in something that makes your stomach flip.

Then his tongue nudges gently at your bottom lip. Not demanding—just asking.

You let him in.

He exhales softly against you when you do, and his tongue brushes yours—just once. Light and careful. Then again, with more intent. He coaxes rather than takes, matching your pace, letting you get used to the rhythm.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak again, breath hot against your skin. “Relax your jaw. Don’t overthink it. Just… follow me.”

And then he kisses you deeper. His tongue strokes against yours, slow and unhurried, as if he’s teaching your body what it’s supposed to remember. His hand at your jaw tilts your face gently toward him, guiding. His other hand steadies himself on the center console, but it brushes your thigh as he shifts—just barely, but it sends a shiver straight up your spine.

You breathe in like you’ve been underwater.

When he finally pulls away, it’s gradual. He lingers. Like he doesn’t want to stop, like he wants you to feel every second of the space that’s suddenly between you again.

You’re both a little breathless.

Both flushed, blinking like you forgot where you were.

And Steve?

He just smiles.

That same soft, slightly stunned smile that says finally.

GUYS I REALLY WANT TO DO A PART TWO TO THIS. would that be something you'd like...?

[unkn0wng1rly]

katsuki bakugo

“daddy,”

katsuki was sitting in the playroom with his daughter, miya, helping her clear up the toys she used as it was nearing bed time.

you were in the other room upstairs, nursing your one year old son who was fussy the whole day.

he hadn’t responded because he’d expected miya to ramble on like she always did, talking about her dolls or school or whatever it was that was on her mind.

when she didn’t speak he looked up at her, she was holding her dolly who’s leg had popped off mysteriously, hair done in a braid by miya herself.

but he knew that wasn’t the problem, that happened a while ago. “what’s up princess?”

miya bit her lip, like the information he was holding was top secret. it was scaring him a little.

his eyebrows furrowed, trying not to come to the worst possible conclusion. “you know you can tell me anything, right?” katsuki pressed gently, dropping one of the pretend burgers into her kitchen set.

miya nodded, crawling over to her dad and sitting on his lap where he immediately cuddled her.

it was scaring him even more because it was so out of the blue, when katsuki had got home she’d been fine, playing with her brother and talking about school.

his hands seemed massive laying on her tiny back as she played with his shirt, almost nervously, like she shouldn’t tell.

“i saw.. i saw mummy crying today. i asked mommy why she was crying but she started smiling and said she was ok.”

when miya looked up, her eyes were slightly glassy and katsuki swore he felt his eyes tear up too.

seeing his baby cry provoked an emotion out of him that only people in this house could provoke, his heart tugging uncomfortably in his ribcage.

“i don’t think mummy is ok, i want mummy to be ok.” her soft little voice, the way her bottom lip trembled, it was all too much for him.

he brought her close, pressing her against his chest as he struggled to even find words. for starters he was so worried about you, but he’d attend to that later.

the fact that at such a young age she was so aware about other people’s feelings made him wonder just how intelligent she was.

both you and katsuki made sure she lived as a child and nothing else, not having to worry about anybody else but herself and her brother.

yet somehow, she was capable of feeling so strongly for others to the point she was upset at you being upset.

“listen sweetheart, i think your mummy is just tired lately, y’know how sometimes your little brother cries when he’s sleepy?”

he felt her mini head nod against his chest, his thumb rubbing up and down her back, looking at the box of toys in the corner.

“im pretty sure that’s how she feeling, she just needs a lot of rest.” his normally rough voice was just a hunch softer, only for his sweet girl.

miya looked up, big round eyes looking at him with such trust and love.

“really?” she asked, her mood brightening almost immediately like a child would.

katsuki nodded with a tight smile, not that she’d be able to tell the difference entirely anyways.

“c’mon, let’s finish cleaning up the bomb you left you in here and get in your jammies.”

a giggle came from her, protesting that the mess wasn’t a bomb.

after going upstairs and saying goodnight to her in her room, katsuki walked towards your sons room, pushing the door open a little.

he was already asleep, baby monitor on as he was splayed out on his crib, sleep sack secured.

smiling softly, he left the room, closing the door behind him as he approached your bedroom, opening the door and closing it behind him.

you were there, taking your hair out as you pulled back your side of the duvets, ready to call it a night.

“hi baby,” you cooed gently, though you weren’t even looking at him, tucking yourself into bed.

katsuki’s heart only got heavier and his frown deepened as he moved to his side of the bed, laying ontop of the bed.

for a few moments, he just watched, unsure of how to approach the matter.

you were taking some vitamins before pulling out a book, getting ready to read.

without thinking too much, katsuki took the book out of your hands, grabbing your attention rather quickly.

you looked up at him, utterly confused, but he didn’t let you get a word in.

“what’s wrong.” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement, like he already knew something was wrong.

having been caught off guard, you let out a scoff mixed with a laugh, eyes looking at him like you should be asking him that.

“i’m fine..? i’m just trying to read.” you mumble, reaching to snatch the book back but he tossed it over his shoulders without another thought.

you watched it land on your rug with a deafened thud, pursing your lips together.

“tell me the truth y/n.” he said again and you rolled your eyes a little, making movements to go and retrieve the book. “i’m fine, chill out.”

his hand grabs your wrist which stops you altogether.

you look at him and see that he’s not playing around in the slightest, his red eyes analysing every facial expression you have to offer.

“that why miya saw you crying today?”

oh.

immediately your face flushed, eyes wide at the realisation that your daughter had seen you crying.

you thought that she was busy playing with her toys, you’d retreated to your sons room for a moment where he was taking a nap, the first time you had him quiet the whole day.

the tears took over you before you knew it, not even the soft kind, ugly sobs that had your body shaking, only muffled by your hand practically suffocating yourself.

you loved being a mother, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

but the hard days were hard.

katsuki was a good help, when he came home from work he’d make sure to take over with the kids as much as he could so you could focus on other things.

but still, if it wasn’t the kids you were looking after, it was the upkeep of the house, with two kids under five who didn’t entirely understand the concept of chores, it was quite difficult.

and most of all?

you felt ugly.

you’d changed quite drastically after pregnancy, your beautiful figure long forgotten, filled out with curves and pudges.

not to mention you felt like a walking milk machine, shirts often stained with leaking milk from your nipples.

“babe?”

your eyes fluttered and you were back in your bedroom. it didn’t take more than a few seconds before you felt the hot tears slide down your cheeks.

drop.

drop.

drop.

katsuki manoeuvred you like a doll, bringing you to his chest and cradling you like he was to miya not long ago.

“i’m just so tired katsuki.” you sob brokenly. for so long you’d tried to bottle it up, telling yourself that this was just a part of motherhood.

he didn’t say anything, just rubbing you gently as he listened, he didn’t want to interrupt you.

“my body isn’t my own anymore, it’s just so hard, i feel overwhelmed sometimes and i’ve gotten so fa—“

he was listening intently until the last word, where he grabbed your chin in a half rough half gentle way, making eye contact

“if you finish that word i promise i’ll slap you.”

you gave a sniffly chuckle, you knew he was joking but there wasn’t a smile on his face, as much as he was kidding, he looked dead serious.

“aren’t you meant to be consoling me right now?” you huffed through squished cheeks, cheeks wet and eyes sparkly in the light.

“consoling you? of course, but i’m not going to sit here and listen to you berate yourself.” he scolded.

you rolled your eyes, he was always so serious when it came to you being self critical. that was because he knew the difference between criticism and just being unrealistic.

right now? you were the latter.

when you tried to push him away he remained steadfast.

“i’m serious y/n. don’t say those words about yourself, ever.”

your eyebrows were raised up. you thought he was just trying to make you feel better. “but it’s true.” you shrug hopelessly.

katsuki felt his heart shatter even more, he didn’t know your self image had gotten this bad.

“are you being fucking serious?”

you blinked.

“you can’t expect to have carried two children and look how you used to. you’re obviously going to look different. fuck if i had to carry even one child, god knows how i’d look.”

a smile crept up on the corner of your mouth, but he wasn’t done.

“baby, you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever had the fortune of meeting and marrying. whether you’ve gained or lost a few kilos, i couldn’t give a fuck. you’ve given me life in ways more than one.” his voice was softer now, more gentle, like he was trying to prove how genuine he was with the tone of his voice.

he despised you feeling this way, he despised himself even more for doing a shit job at reassuring you.

sure, he’d called you beautiful and gorgeous or whatever word under the sun he could find. but that wasn’t enough.

he realised it now, something he should of seen so long ago.

you didn’t even realise you were crying again until it dribbled down your chin.

“i’m sorry for not reassuring you enough, i should’ve seen how bad you were hurting.” katsuki sounded like he was wanting to cry too, his voice the type of soft that he only ever exposed to you.

you shake your head, laughing and crying as you hug him tightly. “it’s not your fault kats, i refused to tell you how i felt.” you smile, a heavy weight that had been anchoring your heart disappearing.

he kissed your forehead, his fingers tracing the lines of your hair as he held you just like that, needing the closeness as much as you did.

“how about you go out of town for a few days, with your friends. i’ll take a couple days off work and stay with the kids.” he proposed, before changing his tact quite suddenly.

“don’t worry about me or the gremlins, if you do then i’ll think you’re doubting my parenting skills.”

your eyes gloss over again, but it’s not out of sadness this time. it’s because you’re overwhelmed with happiness. it made you wonder why you ever thought to hide how you truly felt from him.

it made you feel guilty for not being truthful with him sooner, for thinking he wouldn’t understand when he made a vow to understand you for the rest of his life.

“i love you kats, honestly.”

he gave another peck to your temple. “i love you too idiot.”

gentle cries came from your sons bedroom, you could tell what type of cry it was. he was hungry.

“i got it, you get some sleep.”

pulling away from katsuki, sighing as you thank him with a smooch on his lips. you pull yourself back into the covers, watching as he stands up and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to close your eyes.

although you’d been sleeping everyday, tonight, you knew you’d really sleep.

[we-stan-the-stans-27]

Congratulations, you've awoken my Percy Jackson Hyperfixation from its deep ass slumber all so I can contribute to this beautiful and breathtakingly tragic AU.

Okay, so Ford is sent on a magic quest! Wonderful! The Oracle has chosen him to save the world! Right?

Except just stepping outside of Camp Half Blood is basically a death sentence (it's a miracle Stanley survived on his own at all, tbh) and Ford, Fiddleford, and Emma-May are 10000% going to run into monsters, trickster gods (probably) and some of my very favorite aspects of the Percy Jackson series'.

Ford and Stanley are supposed to be apart for thirty years, so I'm thinking Ford goes through something similar to the Odyssey (a comparison I love making with these two fucking idiots, but anyway-).

BASICALLY, Ford gets trapped inside the Lotus Hotel and Casino, in Las Vegas.

I mean. Come on. It's kinda perfect. Ford runs off on this big adventure, following clues and seeking refuge when necessary (this guy has no streets smarts and maybe at this point Fiddleford had been kinda been driven insane by their last monster fight. God only knows what happened to Emma) so. There isn't anyone who could see through such an obvious trap to get Ford out of there.

PAUSE-

Now, pausing Ford in his thirty's, trapped in the Lotus Hotel, with no memory of why he's supposed to be escaping (part of what makes it such a good trap, tbh) and we come back to how Stanley realizes he has a quest of his own.

Saving his dumb ass brother.

Filbrick has another kid, after his fling with a god. Both twins weren't worth the trouble (hence why they got shipped off to camp asap) and he started over with Caryn (a nice, lying, but normal mortal women.) She probably even acts as a nice enough step mother the maybe two times she saw or visited with Stan and Ford.

Not what I'm getting at. The point is, Schermie exists, he's human, but he's also Stan and Ford's half brother through Filbrick. WHICH MEANS DIPPER AND MABEL EXIST EVERYONE. My whole point of this tangent is to establish them in this universe. So if you take nothing else from this long ass post of rambles, at least listen HERE BECAUSE I'M COOKING.

Schermie is often stereotyped as the 'boring' sibling. Taxes, wife, a kid, the loving grandpa who maybe has a beach house. Depending on if you headcannon him as the older brother (which you could still do here and Filbrick just becomes a dirty cheater who cheats on his wife. I'm down~) He is also the perfect age to have served in the Vietnam war. He's got his own trauma which perfectly explains his own life and why he enjoys a quite cup of tea on the back porch listening to wind chimes and watching humming birds.

He settles down with a very nice women and they have their daughter. Who is also pretty normal. Good parents- they never divorce, or fight even if Schermie no doubt still suffers from PTSD and has his own issues -and that women is Dipper and Mabel's mom. She falls for her very own god, Ares, and gives birth to the other two protagonists. :)

It's so hard to pick a godly parent that matches both Dipper and Mabel at the same time. Not knowing which parent is connected to Stan and Ford genetically actually makes it more difficult to choose. Ultimately, I decided that the most obvious choice is the worst possible one.

Dipper and Mabel are both pretty disconnected from their parents, from what we see in the show. They were on the verge of divorce and heavily relied on each other growing up, fighting their own battles and the likes.

But they aren't your typical Ares child since they often have a naturally bulkier build, more muscles, and a natural fighting instinct.

Instead, Mabel loves to craft and keep her hands busy (although you can't tell me she wouldn't stab someone with a knitting needle if it came down to it) with a bubbly personally that lacks the blood lust of her father.

And Dipper? He's an even bigger disappointment with how small and 'weak' he feels compared to other kids his age. (Much less their half siblings in the Ares cabins. They are easily the smallest inside once they get claimed.)

So. Why Ares? Maybe their mom saw her fathers rage from war (his PTSD episodes) and you know how people say women marry people like their fathers. Or even grandfather, depending on how you view Filbrick.

Perhaps its some of that Pines anger and stubbornness passing down through both sides of the family.

Ultimately I picked Ares because of what we see from both twins in the show. They may lack blood lust, but that doesn't mean they aren't good at fighting. It's literally in their blood. Episode after episode we watch them literally dodge death time and time again.

Running away often, sure, but any good solider knows when to retreat. XD Plus. They're kids. Barely teens. So cut them some slack. They'll get better (probably through boxing, and practice) with age.

UNPAUSE!

Back to what's up with Ford, kinda. We're coming back to that, through our brand new Demigod twins Dipper and Mabel.

They go to camp for the summer- eventually get claimed after the two of them team up as a bunch of badasses and defeat some monster despite being way too young to be doing that -and meet the rest of the cast.

Wendy, daughter of Demeter. (You can't tell me that her dad, the lumberjack, wouldn't of been able to hit it off with her. He's charming enough that they had all of Wendy's younger brothers too. Explains why her mom is never around. Kinda stuck in the underworld most of the year. XD )

Candy and Grenda, daughters of Aphrodite. (You just know Mabel is so jealous and is obsessed with their mom until she grows up and realizes she's a cunt just like all their godly parents)

Not Soos though, not yet. (we'll get back to him, my beloved son of Apollo. He's a sunshine happy go lucky character. That's so Soos and you can fight me on that.)

From there (eventually) they get their own quest, travel across the country to visit their great uncle Stanley to find out the fate of their other great uncle Ford and what became of him on his quest where he was ultimately swallowed by the Lotus Hotel with Fiddleford. (Fids definitely went insane after fighting a monster and that's how they ended up in the hotel because Ford needed a safe space to take care of his friend. To bad they stayed to long and forgot why they ever wanted to leave.....)

I don't know how exactly Dipper and Mabel and Stanley find out Ford's fate (but they go rescue him when they do) but you best believe they absolute bond over their shitty godly parents. :)

Dipper and Mabel are kinda 'runts' like Stanley just with a different God. They bond over that 10000% and Soos too. He was probably never claimed (BOOOOOO) But-

OH MY GOD. Soos gets a postcard from Apollo- claiming him -and giving them a hint about where to find Ford in LAS VEGAS!?!? The worms are cooking good tonight guys. :)

Also, I had this idea that Stanley, to keep himself safe, sort of founded his own little camp in Gravity Falls. Maybe because of all the magic its a natural safe haven for Demigods and magical creatures to be safe from Monsters. That would explain why he eventually landed there and never ever left. Why Soos settled there, maybe that's even where Wendy is from. I kinda wanted her to go on the trip with Mabel and Dipper because lets be real. Even if they're a little older, someone has to be the slightly older adult on their quest. XD

Alright, that's all my word vomits. If anyone wanted to know. :)

Random Question: In a Percy Jackson Au, with everyone being related to the gods, who would be Stan and Ford's parent? B/c I keep thinking either Athena(Ford smart) or Dionysius(madness).

Hmm. Hard to say, because they are twins so it'd need to be the same one, and they're mirrors of each other which makes choosing difficult. Hmm.

Dionysius would work better than Athena, but maybe Eris? The goddess of chaos? Fits their general behavior.

Ares might be interesting, Ford thinking it was wrong only for him losing his temper and showing off his own skills as a son of war (filbrick parallel there maybe?)

Hermes would work too, fitting Stan but making Ford feel alienated? Before he goes on his own 30 year parallel journey and sort of goes 'ah no this feels right actually'

Poseidon seems too on the nose, but i'm partial specifically because he's also the god of horses.

Thats what i've got off the top of my head! Hope this helps!

Waiit!!!! Additional thought!

Athena would absolutely work, because not only does she suit Ford for the obvious intellectual reasons, she suits Stan for also being the goddess of handcraft, and both for being a goddess of war. Fords the stereotypical son of Athena (not actually as wise as he appears lol), while Stan not so much, more creatively inclined.

Because not only would Filbrick still be their dad, maybe impressing her with his business savey? or something? and dumping his terrible parenting on the two kids he didn't really want, you could def add more angst with them showing up to camp, staying at the Hermes cabin, and only Ford getting claimed. They're twins, nearly identical, but Fords her son in all the ways the rest of her children are, exhibits traits similar to the rest of her children, and has six fingers. I'm not an expert, but my brief research into the subject shows that six fingers was seen as something to celebrate by greeks? Could be wrong, but Ford being bullied hard because of his hands with mortals, then getting praised for it when he gets to camp sure does sound like something that would boost his ego and twist his insecurity about it.

And then there's Stan. He's not a stereo typical son of Athena, more creative and loose than his siblings. Leans more towards those craft qualities and warlike, and him being Fords twin makes everyone stop and second guess their assumption that Athena must be their mother, because Stan's so different. Must be Eris or some other minor god or goddess. something that can get two such different kids.

Then Ford gets claimed, and Stan doesn't. Everyone knows Athena is his mom, they're twins, so her not claiming him is a deliberate choice. Another snub in Stan's face, being second best, the unwanted child. Fords moving out to the Athena cabin, and Stans hanging out with the Hermes kids. And he'll brush it off! Say he was just too much to handle, and really the Hermes kids are more his style! Everyone knows the Athena cabin is full of nerds after all! He'd hate it there!

(He'd love it. Surrounded by his siblings, all of them passionately explaining what they're doing to him, sitting there and getting to be a sound board or someone to bounce ideas off of is all he ever wanted to be with Ford. Sure he might not understand what they're doing and might get rowdy, but he's sure they'd have just as much fun as he and Ford did back home)

So while Fords shining as the six fingered newest addition to Athena's cabin, Stan's now the black sheep of camp. Why wouldn't his mom claim him? Whats wrong with him that the goddess wouldn't claim a child everyone knows is hers? Is he even? What if he's some kind of monster, some new beast there to get them while they're guards down.

The simple truth is that his parents are both terrible, and both prefer Ford. Even if Stan proved himself and got claimed later, there's no recovering his reputation, and his relationship with Ford's always going to have that hanging over them, along with the experience Ford got being by himself in the cabin, then feeling like Stan got dumped on him just as he was becoming his own person. Not seeing that Stan's smiling and joking around to hide the fact that no one likes or trusts him, and Fords the only person who talks to him at all.

Then maybe he does something, messes up something up for Ford that endangers the camp, and yeah its not so terrible they'll kick him out, the feeling of the one person who gave him the time of day turning his back on Stan is enough to be the same thing. Maybe Stan just disappears one day, and everyone mutters about how right they must have been not to trust him, not to include him, not to want to do anything with him. Maybe Fords sees it as Stan deciding he was better off alone, didn't want Stan to leave but thought he had all the time to be mad and talk about it later, but now Stan's gone, and no one knows where.

Whew. That got way more intense then i planned. Anyway thats my thoughts on it!

[rekino2114]

“What a Way To Start Summer.” A sort of short and sweet let’s get into summer request, starring our favorite married couple. Makima x Male Reader. It was the day after Nayuta’s last day of school, summer started. Y/n and Makima had woken up entangled with each other. They had a pretty long night of passion, (I didn’t come up with a particular reason why (hey, it’s me during editing, maybe their particularly special night was due to the fact that summer had started, leading to Nayuta being constantly free, so Y/n and Makima knew they would have no time to themselves between her and work, so they just made sure to get their lusts out)), leading to their current position. Bare and holding each other close. They commenced some simple pillow talk, complementing each other, at first being a bit sexual, but then melting down to a pool of wholesome “I love you.” “*giggle* no, I love you.” “I love you more.” “Haha, no, I love you most.” Just romantic I love you after I love you. When they lean into kiss each other, but then their faces drop as they hear their bedroom door handle jingling, and they realize that both their tops were exposed then at break neck speed move to cover themselves. Then Nayuta busts in with their eight dogs in tow. She begins jumping on their bed excitedly rambling about all the fun things they’ll do now that it’s Summer. They gently coerce her out of the room, but before they all go, Fenrir looks back at them with a gaze that says “I know what you two were doing last night. Geez, at least have the decency to put your clothes back on.” And as soon as the door shut, after a comedic, awkward pause they both look at each other and say “…yeah maybe we should put some clothes on.”

First Summer request! I hope you enjoy it. It’s a little short and a little vague, but I just wanted to request something that was a sort of lead-in, y’know? Be sure to have a great week!

Nayuta waking you and makima up on the first day of summer

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:the first summer post for the nayuta daughter au which is coming out.....on July? Seriously? It's been one month since I've been out of school? It seems like a week... anyway I hope you enjoy this

As soon as you woke up you felt a soft hand stroking your hair, when you fully opened your eyes you were met with those familiar yellow eyes looking at you with love

"Good morning darling, how did you sleep?"

You shifted a bit and smiled at makima

"Amazing, like always.....especially after last night"

Makima giggled and got even closer to you

"I'm glad you enjoyed it love, It's always such a special moment when we're intimate with each other"

"I feel the same, you always know how to make me feel good"

"Well that's just because that's what you deserve, plus bringing you pleasure, seeing you happy knowing that I'm the reason for that....it makes me happy too"

"I think I understood that last night, you really kept going for a while, the only reason why I was able to keep up with you is because it felt so good.....and it's not like I was doing much in the first place"

Your wife smiled at you again and fully closed the distance between your bodies she wrapped her other arm around you while the one that was playing with your hair moved lower tracing patterns on your chest

"Well, I had to make sure you were thoroughly satisfied and relieved of all of your tension. You had a long week, and with summer starting we're most likely going to be much busier, with nayuta always being here and more devils popping up we're not going to have much time for ourselves unfortunately"

"To be honest between taking care of nayuta 24/7 and fighting devils, the second one is definitely the easiest"

"Hehe, I can't say I disagree with that but thankfully i have such a wonderful husband to help me with both of those things"

"Of course, why would I not help my amazing wife? You're perfect makima I love you so much"

Makima's smile widened even more, and she got closer. You could feel her hair tickling your neck, which made you realize how long it had been since you saw her with her hair down and how beautiful she looked like this, not that it made much of a difference since she was always beautiful

"I love you more"

"No, I love you more"

"Come on darling don't be like this, we both know I love you more, I would do anything for you"

"Me too, I love you"

"........I love you so so much"

Just as you were about to close the distance between your lips and kiss each other you heard the sound of the doorknob turning, realizing that you were still fully naked you quickly covered your bodies with the blankets before the door opened revealing nayuta standing there with the dogs behind her

"Mommy! Daddy!"

She let go of the leash and immediately jumped on your bed. She was still in her pjs, and her face made it obvious that she had just woken up

"It's the first day of summer vacation! I don't have to go to school tomorrow!"

"T-that's great sweetie but-"

"Can we go get ice cream today? And then tomorrow we can go to the beach! And then we can light up fireworks and- and then we'll watch so many movies and then-"

"Please nayuta calm down, we'll definitely do all of those things, just not.....in these next days"

"Whaaaaaaat!!?? Whyyy!? You're so mean mommy!"

"We haven’t even prepared yet, we need to plan things out and then we can do all those fun things ok? The summer is very long"

"Exactly, we'll have lots of fun, you just need to wait we promise"

Nayuta pouted a bit but nodded

".....alright but you better keep your promise"

"Yes, yes, of course, just go back to your room now ok? We still have to get....ready and then we'll start the first day of summer"

"OK mommy"

Nayuta moved away and grabbed the leash before going outside of the room, before she could fully disappear however fenrir looked back at you and barked once in your direction, a weirdly judgmental look in the dog's eyes

You and makima stood frozen for a while looking at the now empty hallway before your wife turned towards you

".....maybe we should put some clothes on"

"......yeah....maybe we should"

[aftapati]

Really quick thought that I had but Sōsuke being someone really observant and as mentioned here, he remembers everything, provided said person has caught his interest. ( further analysis could be found here X )

So, taking place during his captaincy and lieutenacy days, he would be the kind of person to gift you what you deserve, in his opinion. What does that mean, you ask? It means that depending who you are and what you are to him ( specifically referring to the facade of pretendence he used to have ) he will give you something appropriate / fitting to you. It doesn't mean it is going to be ideal, though he can do that effortlessly, but it is definitely something of great significance. His gifts de facto, have a deeper meaning that many cannot comprehend. The gift will definitely look meticulously wrapped, whether by him or by the place he made the purchase, appearing rather refined and ooze in anticipation.

For instance, before unveiling the actuality that he is towards his former captain, Shinji Hirako, he gifted him a vinyl record that included various songs that whether they were to his Captain's liking or not, it didn't matter much. A suchlike thing he did with Hinamori Momo, during his days as a Captain, where he gifted her a book with ' supposedly ' romantism and eventual drama as the content.

However, these gifts weren't just gifts. They were, in an essence, foreshadowing his inevitable treachery.

The vinyl record he gifted to his former Captain had songs with lyrics that depicted of such. One particular song had lyrics of ' show me someone innocent, i'll show you there's no proof ' which in an indirect way he is telling him he is no guiltless despite Shinji already having his suspicions. With Momo, the book that he gave her included a couple being in love but in the end that was all an illusion and the person the woman was in love with was nothing compaired to the man she loved, but rather a monstrous entity. These weren't a coincidence, of course. Aizen is someone who takes great care and cautiousness of ever single movement he does, therefore his gifts were planned, in a way.

So, what does this mean, eventually?

It means that when Sōsuke is gifting you something, it has further value and significance behind it, rather than give you something of hollow importance. Anyone can do that, and the phrase ' it's the thought that counts ' can act as an excuse to do the bare minume. And Sōsuke is not the kind of person to prompt into fatuous actions, even if it is something as simple as breathing. So, best believe, the present you will receive from him will have its own importance, be it someting you may like or even love, or something you may not like. ( though he will make sure to at least be in your sphere of liking )

However, the mentioned importance of the gift is up for you to decipher.

[rystiel]

i feel like poolverine easily could’ve been one of those “they’re flirty but it’s mostly unserious” situations, and for most of the movie yeah they were extremely gay, but wade’s been like that with other guys and it was never treated as a serious type of relationship before. they’re willing to die for each other, but even then the romantic aspect of their relationship could be glossed over because it’s a superhero movie, that’s just what they do, and they’re working together to save a whole timeline—it’s not just about them. but then the movie doesn’t end with them saving the day and moving on. i think this’s really the part that sells poolverine as a genuine relationship to me… logan’s leaving, and wade calls for him. he can’t stand to let him go. then he introduces him to his family, and logan stays. he doesn’t really need to stay, but they’ve both decided they’re better off with one another than without

[meggannn]

I am told canonically Johnny was frozen and stolen by a clone of Alt, but in fandom I will happily accept either scenario because I think they're both valid solutions. I personally like the idea of cloned!Johnny, or at least that's what I decided to do for my fic here (your tags asked for fic links so I am nervously obliging).

long ramble of why I went with that choice for my story: based off of what I understand of Johnny's canon (not game) death, to find his body, they would have to hunt down and raid the bunker Arasaka/Angel has him in (? assuming she's still alive), and then you'd have to regrow a large portion of his guts anyway cause he was cut in half by Smasher. I wanted to write a hurt/comfort fic more than an action fic, and definitely didn't want to dig into the logistics of explaining, justifying, or referring to all of that lol, so that's why I just cloned him lol. a big reason though is I also didn't want to deal with a third party retaliating against V/Rogue/whoever for stealing his body. the interest for me with cloned!Johnny was getting to focus immediately on exploring Johnny/V's new dynamic and personhoods (with a dash of "V finds it funny that Johnny has blonde hair" which is more likely to happen in a cloned scenario). cloned!Johnny also more quickly introduces new physical choices to parallel his new growth (what kind of arm will he have? will he get his old tattoos, change them, or make new ones? does he want to replicate his past body to reclaim how it was taken from him, or do something new?). and that’s not to say those things can't happen or he wouldn't be wondering similar questions in a frozen body scenario (and I definitely don't mean to imply the old body is "tainted" or dooms him to regress in any way), but I personally like the identity questions a clone would raise in the same way I'm fascinated with the Temperance epilogue, where circumstances force Johnny to make a big change, but he still determines some of what the change will be.

good morning CP2077 fandom its cold and im mad please tell me if you're a "they cloned johnny" truther or a "they froze johnny" truther

[swordmaid]

brienne but she's wearing 1949 cocteau's beauty and the beast inspired fit!!! this is the inspo pic i used if ur curious.

gonna be posting more of this redesign thing (and also jaime's ver) some time in the future but i just wanted to share this one <3

[humbuns]

*crawling out of the trenches* I'M ...FINALLY ..FREEE.......!

[dantevhell]

I am starting to understand rujinu appeal (again)(after a very good autistic yapping session with my bestie who is brain rotting over rujinu) but I still ship them in a very specific way that only makes sense to me I fear

[nabaath-areng]

Been impossible to take photos of these nails due to horrible weather lighting, but since it was specifically inspired by Ieeha I needed to figure out a way... thank you closet for having surprisingly decent lighting and dresses for being a surprisingly decent backdrop!!!

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

october 3, 2021 2:00 p.m. morensong coffee house

[grant] thank you for meeting me so last minute.

[cerise] yeah, it’s no problem! actually, i'm glad we could do this sooner rather than later. this has been at the back of my mind for a while–the curiosity has–so when you texted me yesterday, i was, like, i need to know. i may be going out of town for a week, but i'll try to make room in the schedule for this before i leave.

[grant] are you traveling anywhere exciting?

[cerise] iceland. it’s a big family trip to celebrate my parents’ 20th anniversary. as in, my mom and my stepdad’s anniversary. i mean, he’s my real dad as far as i'm concerned, but technically my stepdad. i think you get what i mean, i don’t know why i'm over-explaining.

[grant] wow, that is exciting. well, i hope you guys have fun. i hear it’s just as gorgeous there as you think it is.

[cerise] anyway, thank you again for asking your–our, i guess; that’s still weird to say–dad some questions on my behalf. i'm sure that wasn’t easy.

[grant] i should warn you that it’s not necessarily a wealth of information.

[cerise] that’s okay.

[grant] there was a lot going on when i talked to him, and if there were other questions i could have asked…

[cerise] it’s okay.

[grant] i wouldn’t have been able to think of them, and now, uh, the line of communication is closed, so i can’t really go back and...

[cerise] i said it was okay, didn’t i?

[cerise] the basics are enough, and you already put yourself out for a stranger. if i want to know anything else, i'll find the right moment to get my my mom talk about what happened.

[grant] do you want me to just get right into it?

[cerise] whatever you prefer.

[grant] so, uh, essentially, my parents were attending a medical conference of some kind in detroit. they were still married then, but my dad was unhappy with the relationship. he met your mom at the conference, and then he had–as far as i'm aware–a one-night stand with her. she found out my dad already had a family, they agreed to not be in each other’s lives, and he paid her child support.

[grant] that’s what i know. i'm sure there’s more to it, but...

[grant] oh! right, “the more” is that there is a nonzero chance we have more siblings out there.

[cerise] huh.

[cerise] i'm almost surprised there isn’t more drama. that’s a pretty mundane story. a one-night stand with someone you know nothing about is the oldest story in the book.

[cerise] weird, i feel better now. my curiosity is sated. well, i am wondering how the affair even happened if your mom was right there and about the potential other children, but that’s a whole can of worms.

[grant] well, i'm glad you feel better.

[cerise] and the story does make sense. i always wondered if there was some big thing with the secrecy, but if it’s because your–our?–dad was a married man, i get it. my mom is a very good person with strong morals. i know her, and she would not want anything to do with someone if she were aware they were cheating and had a family, and she wouldn’t want me to have any business with them either.

[grant] she made the right decision to stay away. he’s unnecessary. your lives are a billion times better off without him. if you’re thinking, “how can he say that?” just trust me.

[cerise] i mean, i can’t be upset about it. i'm not sure what i potentially lost out on, but what i've had in life with my parents has been perfect or just about perfect, so i'm not going to question her choice.

[grant] you didn’t lose anything. not to say trust me again, but trust me.

[cerise] i'm sorry. this probably is far less of a flippant thing for you.

[grant] don’t worry about me. it’s all good.

[grant] i am just really glad you feel better, and i'm glad i could be of some use to you as well. it’s a lot easier to use me than your mom. i have never met her, but i'm guessing she’d prefer to just forget about all this stuff, and i hope she has.

[cerise] i was frustrated she wouldn’t tell me the truth, but i get it now. this may be a classic story, but it’s still, you know, an embarrassing one. if i found out my boyfriend were a married man tomorrow, i would melt into the floor and stay there.

[grant] anyway, i know we’ve been sitting here all of ten minutes, but i should let you go. once i finish drinking this coffee, i will get out of your hair. you have things to do–exciting things. go pack and travel and have fun and all that.

[cerise] hey, you don’t have to leave already!

[grant] no, i don’t want to take up your afternoon. at least no more than enough to tell you what you were waiting a few weeks to hear.

[cerise] i mean, i blocked out time to do that and talk to you generally for a bit.

[cerise] i don’t know how to go about all this, but i wasn’t planning on benefiting off your connection to your–our?–dad and then peacing out. i figured we could be acquainted, if nothing else.

[cerise] unless that’s too much for you, in which case, totally get it. no pressure. my existence must be weird for your mom and siblings. i'm assuming you have siblings.

[cerise] or maybe they don’t know. i also get it if you’re keeping this situation on the down-low. i can assure you that you’d not be alone in that. i'm not sure i could tell my parents right now that i know about my origins or that i've met my bio dad’s son. not yet.

[grant] definitely don’t do that before the big anniversary trip. but no, don’t worry about that either. i don’t have siblings. not anymore. and my mom...let’s not even go there. there’s nothing to worry about on those fronts.

[grant] it’s not that it’s too much, basically. i have zero problems with you, and i have no family left who would have a problem with you either, so.

[grant] i just don’t want to be in your way, not today or at any point in the future, and i will be. you don’t need my dad around; you don’t really need me either.

[cerise] i don’t care if you are, honestly. you are my brother. that feels weird to say, but you are, and you haven’t done anything wrong. i'd like to know my brother.

[cerise] this is maybe the only regretful, i don’t know if that’s the right word, part of all the secrecy and the way i came to be. i get along with my step-siblings. what’s wrong with getting along with the half-siblings? or half-sibling?

[grant] i should have also warned you i'm kind of in a dour mood entirely because of my dad. sorry. not because of you or this whole thing, though, to be clear.

[grant] i wanted to meet to get all this off my mind so i have no other reason to think about him, hopefully, for the rest of my life. i'll be in a more conversational mood soon-ish, once i'm done thinking about him.

[grant] this is going to make me wishy-washy. i don’t want to be in your way; i don’t want to be a source of awkwardness in your family if they ever know you know me, but…

[grant] okay. i wouldn’t mind getting along with my half-sibling. maybe we could meet up when you have time again.

[cerise] yeah, i'll text you. i might be busy for a while with work when i'm back from my trip, but…

[grant] text me anytime. we’ll figure it out.

[crystallizsch]

every now and then i decide to do the most inane shit (to avoid responsibilties) bc guess who just switched back yuuna's emoji from 💝 -> 🩷 and added last names to my yuu oc tags and retagged ALL of my posts with them

[dee-in-the-box]

y'know. had a thought.

so like. Dave's nonbinary to me. he just gives the vibe.

i headcanon that Henry's transmasc, just that no one can Tell and he never really brings it up unless it's in passing.

so like. here's the headcanon i have:

in their earlier days of working together, Henry kinda realized that Dave had like. no legal documents. none. not a driver's license, not any ID in general, nothing.

Dave just mentions that he might have a birth certificate out there somewhere, but even then that might be a MAYBE. and if he does have one, he has no clue how to access it, or where it is.

so Henry just...decides to get him some. (mostly by forging them, but hey, he's good at doing that)

it's only when they get to Gender that Dave starts having questions. it's at This Point Henry realizes that, despite Dave having a masculine name and all that, he kinda. doesn't really Have a gender. nor cares what it is. because he's mostly just gone along with whatever people called him on the streets up until this point (he's mostly been referred to as an 'it' for most of his life...not that he's ever fully minded those pronouns, either. he Has been referred to like a girl a few times, due to the long hair, though!)

unfortunately, they've gotta put something down, and they've only got two options. Dave finds this stupid, as does Henry. eventually, Dave asks like. how do humans determine gender? like what standards should he go by here? Henry responds "generally at birth, they determine your gender by whatever your genitals are. it's a rather simplified version of it, but that's mostly how it is done."

so then Dave asks (in a rather Dave-like fashion): so what's his gender if he happens to have a dick, then?

so Henry just kinda pinches the bridge of his nose and goes "you'd be considered male, then."

so that's what they put on there, but only because they had to put something down.

just y'know. a weird headcanon i had because like. i thought about it, and i realized that when Dave started working with Henry he likely wouldn't have like. Any sort of real identification on him. and he'd likely need to get some at some point. and he Obviously wouldn't know how to get documents the Normal Way (made more difficult by the fact he's a cryptid), so Henry goes "well. i did once, i can do it again."

also, someone teach Dave about what being nonbinary means, he'd have a heyday. (< aka Finally Has A Word To Describe His Gender)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what is your favorite thing about charles and your favorite thing about erik? separately, as in what you like most about their characters :]

a devious question this one is, my friend!!! it's hard enough for me to explain my thoughts cohesively, but having to pick ONE thing i particularly love is difficult. with characters like charles and erik, theres been so much done with their characters over the decades and so they have so many components to them that make them so interesting and fun to observe. BUT I TRY FOR YOU TODAY. under the cut i kinda ramble and the size of this text box makin me anxious

i think if i were to be simple and broad, what i enjoy most about charles is his determination to help others, even if he isn't really thanked and/or if people don't even like him. ofc, this isn't to say he hasn't done wrong- to be honest, the fact he does wrong/questionable things at times is another aspect of him i really enjoy, maybe because- broadly speaking- he's meant to be altruistic (intent vs outcome and all that). i don't know if that's super exciting to most people, but it is for me

as for erik, my reason for liking him is easier to explain tbh. To Be Simple And Broad, his progression from villain to antihero over the decades has been fun to observe (as much as i have so far anyhow) and analyze. i think to be a bit more specific, him using his rage and pain as justifications for his villainous actions is definitely what compels me the most: hurt people hurt and the sort, an idea i've always found interesting (something something vicious cycles and the like). yet now, he recognizes this wasn't really. A Just Thing To Do and is beginning to change that, which i enjoy

[rain-the-wizard]

just finished chapter 4. screaming crying throwing up. what the hell