#but i could always get some buddies in summer camps and thing like that

[critterofthenight]

btw i'm so glad that i found out that in fact, i did not lose all my social skills during the quarantine, the main problem was the people around me

[steddieas-shegoes]

oh love, i'm terrified

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is terrifying'

rated t | 1,585 words | cw: negative self views | tags: falling in love, getting together, love confessions, sappy and fluffy

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He thought he was being obvious.

He doesn't do this stuff for everyone else. He doesn't show up after work to hang out for no reason other than just wanting to be around the other person. He doesn't talk on the phone for three hours in the middle of the night to comfort the other person after nightmares. He doesn't fucking stargaze with anyone.

But with Eddie he does. Steve always goes out of his way for Eddie.

He knows why, and he feels like everyone can see it too: he loves him.

But somehow, Eddie doesn't see it, or chooses not to.

Even Dustin, oblivious to human emotion as anyone else Steve's ever met, pulled him aside after Hellfire one night --yes, he even attends Hellfire now-- to ask if he knew he was flirting with Eddie so much.

Robin and Nancy had called him out on two different occasions for touching him too much in public, but he hadn't even realized his hand had gone to his waist!

And Eddie still seemed clueless.

Or at least, most of the time he seemed clueless.

Sometimes, though, Steve could swear he looked at him in a specific way, a way that Steve would think is understanding and maybe even returned feelings. But he never said anything, never did anything out of the ordinary for Eddie.

Months of wondering what the hell he could do differently, months of being less and less subtle every day, months of showing how much he loved him without actually saying it.

All for Eddie to still be oblivious.

But not tonight,

Tonight, he was going to Eddie's to have dinner and watch a movie. Wayne was on a fishing trip with his buddies from work, and all the kids were at the same summer camp, probably torturing underpaid teenage counselors.

No interruptions were possible.

He could bring out all his moves, and if Eddie still didn't get it by the end of the night, maybe he could even use his words.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Eddie yelled from the kitchen as Steve let himself in. "I didn't burn anything!"

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. "Sounds like something someone who burnt dinner would say."

"I didn't! I mean one edge is a little crispy on the lasagna, but I think that's because our oven is older than Wayne. You think the government could've given us a better oven for my troubles, but apparently not," Eddie turned to Steve standing in the doorway. "You look...nice."

Steve always liked to look nice, but he'd decided to dress up a little bit tonight, try to make his intentions clear right from the start. His hair was done as usual, but he was wearing his khaki slacks instead of jeans and his nicest navy polo instead of the t-shirts he'd mostly been wearing outside of work. He even sprung for his watch that his dad gave him as a graduation gift. He hated to know how much money was wasted on it, but it did look nice.

"Thanks. You do too," Steve replied.

Eddie looked down at his own clothes and back up at Steve. "Dude, I'm wearing sweats and a t-shirt that has more holes than cloth. You don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying. You always look best when you're comfy," Steve shrugged. "Need help with anything?"

Eddie shook his head. "Not unless you wanna grab beers from the fridge. I forgot to get some this afternoon so they're just Wayne's PBRs, but a cold beer's a good beer, right?"

"Right," Steve agreed, walking to the fridge to grab the beers.

Dinner went as dinner usually does, except they actually sat at the table this time instead of the couch. Eddie seemed surprised when Steve set his things down in front of the chair he only sat in to keep Eddie company while he planned for campaigns, but just silently joined him.

They talked and joked, they made themselves laugh so hard beer almost came out of Eddie's nose. It was perfect.

After, Steve started working on the dishes, Eddie standing by the counter watching.

He was quiet, which was unusual, especially when no one else was around to fill the silence.

"Everything okay, Eds?" Steve asked as he scrubbed a particularly difficult area on a fork.

"What? Oh. Yeah."

Steve turned to look at him, suddenly worried when he saw Eddie's face turned down to the floor. This wasn't them. They'd just had a nice dinner, and now Eddie was being...shy?

Now was his chance. He could say it. Robin would be proud of him for finally just doing it.

Hell, he'd be proud of himself for doing it.

But something seemed wrong, and the last thing Steve wanted was to turn a good night bad because he couldn't reign in his feelings for a bit.

He wiped his hands on the towel by the sink and turned fully towards Eddie.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie shook his head once, then sighed. "I kind of feel like I've been wined and dined tonight. And that's ridiculous because you're just one of my best friends, and you're straight, and it's all been in my head for months, but-"

"Woah. Wait." Steve interrupted. "You've been noticing that for months? And you didn't say anything?"

"Well, no. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship because I can't handle my own hopes getting up." Eddie leaned away from Steve further. "I know you don't mean it that way. I don't want you to change anything."

"Eds-"

"And if you do want to, that's fine! Whatever would make you comfortable. I just have to say it's feeling very 'I have romantic feelings' for you territory and I know you don't so."

"Eddie."

"I'm also not good at that though. No one's ever shown interest in me other than one girl in high school who ended up moving away a week later so I didn't even have to break her heart."

Steve crashed his lips to Eddie's, half hoping it would shut him up, and half hoping he would somehow keep rambling. He kind of loved watching him ramble.

It did shut him up. Even when Steve pulled away, Eddie's silence was deafening.

"Sorry. I should've asked if I could first, but I don't think you would have even heard me. Was that okay?" Steve asked.

"Why did you do that?" Eddie sounded heartbroken.

That's not what Steve wanted at all.

"I wanted to. I have wanted to."

"No you don't."

This was not going the way Steve had hoped for. "How would you know I don't?"

"Because I'm me! I'm just the dude who gets the good weed, and says funny shit, and cooks dinner sometimes. I'm not a girl Steve Harrington falls in love with, or even takes on a date. I'm not the type you build a relationship and future with. I'm just the guy who gets to watch everyone else do that. I'm not good for that."

"What the hell do you mean?" Steve was angry now. Who had convinced Eddie he couldn't have good things, couldn't be loved or love someone, couldn't be important? "You're Eddie Munson. You saved us all from an evil wizard dude and nearly died doing it. You're the guy who makes me a sandwich when I come over for Hellfire even though there's strict no eating during the campaign rules because you know I've been working all day and need to eat. You turn all my bad days good, and make my life better just because you're you."

"Steve-"

"My turn." Steve crowded him against the counter, hands cupping his cheeks and eyes boring into Eddie's. "I need you to understand something. I've been trying to show how much I care about you, how much I love you, for months, and I've been thinking I've just been terrible at it. I thought I truly did lose all my charm. I've been pulling all my moves out for you. I was starting to think maybe you just were trying to ignore it all to let me down easy, but it isn't that. It's because you don't see how fucking amazing you are, isn't it?"

Eddie's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Because you are. You're incredible. Maybe the best person I've ever known other than Robin. I find excuses to be near you. I find reasons to talk to you. I didn't even have a nightmare the other night, I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm in love with you. Like, the real stupid, do anything for you even if it hurts me kind. And if you don't feel anything for me besides friendship, I'll leave right now and I'll do my best to get over it so we can be friends."

"And if I do?"

"If you do love me, then you should kiss me."

"I've never kissed anyone."

"That's not true. We kissed two minutes ago," Steve smirked, his heart racing in his chest.

"I'm scared," Eddie's whispered admittance nearly broke Steve's heart.

"Oh love, I'm terrified. Love is like that. But we've faced scarier things, haven't we?"

Eddie's soft lips against his own was the only answer he needed.

Love was terrifying, even for Steve, maybe especially for Steve, who was used to giving a lot more love than he received back. But as they kissed in Eddie's kitchen for seconds that turned to minutes, minutes that turned to hours, they got just a bit less scared.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

What About Us? A friendship psychic reading.

LEFT (1-3)

RIGHT (2-4)

The friendships we create are the ones most needed in our time of growing up and finding who we are in this world. For some of you, your new friendship group is coming. For a lot of you, current friendships need relearning, reshaping, and refocusing. There may be something going on under the surface, and will prepare to bloom soon come. Since this is the summer months, I would like to do something for friendships as love is always on our minds, but a platonic love that touches the stars is always certainly going to be harder to find <3

Anywho, without further a due. We can get started. So I hope you picked which one you feel the most called too. Lets begin ;)

Group 1 : This is for us. The beginning to the End.

If you have picked the one, its time to start a new friendship with someone new. You could be getting ready to go back to school in august, you could also be in groups (text chats, social media groups, volunteer groups, etc.) and this will be how you meet this new friend. You guys could go to the same school, university, job, career, or you could have found them when you were going to a concert, a park, event. you get my drift.This new friendship is going to cost you the old one, because they need time to figure out for themselves what they are lookin for in love, romance, friendship etc. and you could also be in a romantic partnership but also needing more platonic love to hit your corner.

All in all, this new found friend could be a soulmate of some sort. you guys just get it. Y'all know what y'all like and you guys pat each other on the back from time to time. It seems like you guys have known each other for ages, but its only been a few weeks/months.Plan a date with this person and see where things lead! Go shopping, go out to eat, go to a flower shop. Being spontaneous is how you'll meet.

Keywords: 111, Santa's Hat, 333, Bunnies, Awareness groups, Veterinarians, Poem, Talent shows, Concerts, Zodiac signs, Remember, Museums, Poetry nights, Sculpting, Movies, Fun nights, 666- Venusian pleasures, More life, Jumping for joy, Leo, Moon, Flowers, Pottery & Puppets.

Number sequences, 111, 333, 666, 717, 999, 1010

Group 2 : Crossroads, More to come in the Future.

So with this group, there is going to be a need to explore out of your home state, or maybe you may go to their home state. If you guys have been feeling bored this summer, then maybe its time to plan a trip somewhere like going camping, going to the river, or simply finding joy in new spaces. I feel a rekindle coming up for this group as well. Some of you may have to forgive somebody and vice versa. There could be a familiarity with this group, and the type of friends you want for yourself can come in the near future if you act more confident and free.

The more bold you are, the more the right people notice you, and then a friend group can commence.

Keywords: Crossroads (movie), Tumblr girl, Pizza dates, Online buddy, Road trip!!, Computers, Classroom, Video games, Anime, Donkeys, Cheetahs, Dragons, Beyonce.

Number sequences: 333, 888, 917, 326, 414, 909, 323, 7777, 8888, 2020, 2222, 2121, 3232, 101

Group 3: Where the wind goes, I'll become of you.

This is a beautiful connection! It's like a hippie type of love between the two of you. Just vibing with the waves, and not carrying where it takes you next.

You guys have a capacity to know what each other is thinking, a type of telepathic connection. A long lasting platonic energy between you and them. Gifts, talents, and abilities skyrocket when your with them because they boost your self esteem and help you along the way. This friendship group needs no reshaping, just simply being able to enjoy each others presence every time they meet.

Keywords: 1111, dream reality, riding around town, enjoying each others company, mountains, hike trails, forgiveness, compassion, 'im having the time of my life', 19 years old, cannabis, margaritas, dancing the night away.

Number sequences: 111, 222, 1111.

Group 4 : Let's have a girls night !

This group really needs to let go and let there hair down. Its time for a nice night with the ladies. You may need to get something off your chest, and thats what friends are for! You gotta get up out your comfort zone, and try hanging with your friends a lil while longer, you never know what can happen when you guys are together!

Keywords: Luxury dates, Club hopping, Sleep overs, Wine, Boy problems, Pajamas, Girls trip (movie), Cabin trip, Banquet, Movie nights.

[tdinyomomma]

TDI X Reader- Up The Creek (Chapter Eight)

If you haven’t read: seven

“Bass, Gophers, today’s challenge is a true summer-camp experience, a canoe trip.” Chris motions to the water where seven canoes laid on the sand. “You’ll be paddling your canoes across the lake…” He changes his demeanor, using a “spooky” voice. “To Bony Island.” Then back to normal.

“When you get there, you must portage your canoes to the other side of the island, which is about a two-hour hike through the treacherous, dense jungle.” Chris explains. 

“We’ve got to pour what?” Geoff rubs the back of his head.

“Portage.” Chris does air quotations with his fingers, but the blond still doesn’t get it, even a fly goes around his head.

“Dude, walk with your canoe.” The host simplifies then winks.

“Ohhh.”

“When you arrive at the other end of the island, you’ll build a rescue fire that will be judged by me. The first team to paddle home and return their canoes to the beach is the winner of invincibility. Move, campers! Move!” He suddenly shouts at us and we start moving it, jogging towards the beach. 

“Oh, wait! One more thing I should mention!” He calls after us, halting our movements.

“Legend has it, if you take anything off the island you’ll be cursed forever!” Thunder then goes off in the sky at the most perfect moment to correctly strike fear into everyone around. 

“Yeah!” Owen cheers, giggling. “A cursed island! Woo!” He celebrates, we all blankly stare at him, he finally stops.

“Now, get in your canoes and have some fun.” Chris tells us and this time we walk, Owen still excited about it all. 

“Chris told us to pick a paddle partner. Even though I kind of stopped pining after [Name] I still like her so maybe I can make my move.” Cody grins, acting suave. 

“I really just want to go to sleep, something feels weird about today.” [Name] hugs herself. 

I walked beside Heather as we made our way to the stairs, “So, you’re sitting besides me, right?” Heather asks me and I look up at her. “For the pretend friend thing, of course.” She adds on and my mouth goes into the shape of an ‘o’. Completely forgetting that was a thing. I nod in response.

“Great, see you at the canoe, paddle buddy.” She grins, walking away leaving me alone.

Not for long though as Gwen comes up to me. “Hey, I wanted to apologize. For me avoiding you… And I just think maybe we could use the canoe time to talk?” She offers, nervously playing with her fingers.

I take a deep breath going to answer but an arm wraps around me before I could even let a breath out.

“Hey, [Name], you, me, and the canoe?” Cody smirks.

“I asked her first, move along.” Gwen pushes him off of me and my eyes widen.

“Right, [Name]?” She asks in a hopeful tone.

“But, [Name]. Best friends, remember? She’s been avoiding you for like six days now!” He calls her out.

They angrily glare at each other and I tense up. Now they’re staring at me waiting for a response.

“[Name]! Come on, we don’t have all day!” Heather taps her wrist impatiently and I sigh. “I’m sorry guys but I have to- I mean Heather already asked, just sit with each other or something.” I wave them off, sprinting over to my paddle buddy. 

“Ugh, fine, but I’m in charge.” I overheard Gwen say. “That’s the way I like it.” Cody marches behind the girl. 

I frown now standing next to Heather, starting to walk down the stairs now. 

“It’s not [Name] but Gwen was always my back up if [Name] and I didn’t work out. Also I have that bet with Owen… Whatever this is gonna be great!” Cody then bursts into a celebration, starting to pretend to do a guitar riff with his hands. 

“Cody? He’s like an annoying brother. A really annoying little brother. And [Name] going with Heather? Total Betrayal… Seems fishy.” Gwen crosses her arms, frowning. 

Then it goes back to Cody still doing a guitar riff. 

“So much for hooking up with [Name] or Trent.” Gwen shares not meaning for anyone to hear but of course I was the lucky one. 

Also being so lucky, Heather and I got stuck with Owen.

Heather and I begin to paddle, Owen making the front of the canoe go up and down, playing around. “If this canoe is a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’!” He giggles until Heather and I swat him on the back with our paddles. “Ow! That smarts!”

Our canoes line up in the water, “On your marks get set…” Chris shoots from the gun. “Paddle!”

We all start paddling, going at a smooth pace. Our canoe leans forward due to the weight distribution we have with Owen, so Heather and I squeeze together on one bench. 

“Were you really going to sit with Gwen? Or Cody?” She doesn’t look at me as she asks the question, my body tenses up just like before.

“Of course not, we’re sitting together.” I force out a smile. I think she can tell, especially with her next words. “You don’t have to lie to me.” She scoffs. 

“I’m not, I don’t really want to be near anyone right now if I’m being honest.” I admit in a low tone, I notice her slightly lighten up but then get worried, coughing to cover up all of her emotions. “Oh? Why’s that?” I shrug.

“That’s some heavy fog!” I then pointed out, thankful the fog even showed up so I didn’t have to go through the rest of this conversation. 

We paddled through and got to the island. “Okay, did you see that skull?” Izzy asks us. “How cool is that? It’s like this place is haunted or something.” She says then we hear a ghostly moan and I feel Heather jump next to me. Instead of reacting I yawned tiredly. I don’t know what’s going on today but I do not feel like myself. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” Gwen says, both her and Cody picking up their canoes and beginning to walk. Owen picked up the Canoe for us.

We all then began running, getting ahead of the Killer Bass. Only for a tree to fall in our path, we look around, trying to find another path or something. 

“I think I saw something.” Cody announces, then huge beavers come out of the bushes. “Monster beavers!” He shouts, we scream, running in the other direction. 

The huge beasts chase us, we get stopped in a little stream of water but huge rocks cover any way to continue running. “Dead end.” Owen speaks up, luckily the beavers stopped coming our way. “Hey, they’re leaving!” Trent grins.

“Did anybody pack a change of underwear?” The big blond asks us, we all laugh thinking he’s joking. “No, seriously.” He chuckles then lets out a fart. “Gross!” We all unionize. 

But that leads to dinosaur looking birds to pop out of nowhere. “Oh, man.”

And now we're running in the same direction we once were going in. “I am definitely gonna need new underwear!” Owen yells to basically no one but himself. “Someone do something!” Gwen says. “What are we supposed to do sherlock!?” I shout not hearing Cody until he says, “look!” He pulls out bread from his pocket. “Where did that come from?” Gwen questions. “I was gonna make [Name] and I a romantic picnic.” I overhear, my eyes widen.

 “With bread from your pants?” Gwen’s in shock but I’m in disbelief. Thinking Cody was just my friend and not going to try anything with me anymore. Not expecting anything out of it. But I was wrong.

“Weirdo.”Heather comments. “Just throw it already!” Trent interrupts, the short boy does as he’s told and the birds finally leave us alone, letting us catch our breath for a minute. 

But it also lets the Killer Bass take the lead ahead of us. 

“Come on. The race isn’t over yet.” Izzy encourages us. “We still have to burn stuff!”

“I can see the other team.” Trent squints. “They’re taking the path on the right.” Gwen says. “Then let's go left.” Trent takes initiative. “Are you sure? We haven’t had much luck out here!” I remind them. “Yes, I’m sure.” Trent says and everyone listens, I roll my eyes, my shoulders slumping down but I follow along as well. 

Heather’s fanning herself as we walk and I just keep my head low, holding myself. “Whoa! Guys, uh, don’t want to panic here but I’m shrinking!” Trent yells. 

“Right, how am I supposed to know what quick sand looks like? It looks like sand!” Trent exclaims.

“Can you believe they fell for that? I set it up but I didn’t think anyone would walk into it. That’s just great!” Chris laughs hysterically. 

“Uh-oh.” He mutters. “Trent’s stuck!” Lindsay yells to get everyone’s attention. “I’m coming Trent!” And before she can be stopped she jumps right in there besides the guy. “I’m stuck too!” She cheer.s” I so didn’t see that coming.” She smiles, Trent facepalms in response. 

“Help! Somebody help us!” Cody then springs into action, swinging from a vine, going to get them but misses and swings right into a tree, but the vine hangs for Trent to grab it, climbing up it with the ditzy blonde girl. 

Everyone cheers that they’re safe. Cody comes out from behind the tree hurt, dizzily walking to the two. “Thanks bro.” Trent high fives him but he misses. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“I am?” Cody questions and Lindsay embraces him. “My hero!” She squeezes. “Where did you learn to do that?” 

“You know, I watch a lot of movies.” Cody says,

“This is very touching guys but we got a challenge to win.” Gwen interrupts them and we get a move on again. We get to the next place surprisingly before the other team and start collecting wood for the fire. 

When the Killer Bass do show up, Geoff is sitting atop one of the canoes.

Leshawna and Heather start to create a fire, but the killer Bass already somehow has started one. “How did they do that so quickly?” Heather questions and Duncan shows off his lighter. 

As I’m alone in the front of the jungle, collecting sticks I think about how Cody and Gwen were acting today. It’s all weirdly uncomfortable now and sadly to say it Heather is the only one not treating me horribly and expecting to like make out with me or something. 

I then overhear Heather tell Cody and Trent to get a move on which also quickens my pace. “[Name] can we talk?” Gwen suddenly comes up to me and I sigh before turning around to face her.

“I guess, go ahead.” I shortly say, leaning up against a tree.

”I’m sorry for what I did, I don’t know what I acted like that-”

“Look, I’m gonna have to cut you off here.” I tiredly put a hand up, she looked shocked that I cut her off.

“Normally I would’ve heard you out Gwen, today is just not the day I need to hear a half-assed apology. You made me feel guilty for something I didn’t do, punished me for something I never did. Now give me time. To. Forgive. You.” I poked a finger in her chest at the last three words before walking away and going up to Heather, practically hiding behind her. 

“This ought to do the trick. It’s a handmade fire starter I made from some tree sap and saved. Stand back guys. This is gonna be big.” Izzy informs us and we all slowly back away from the fire. She throws it in and it makes a huge explosion. 

‘We have our fire-building winner! Point for the Gophers!” Chris shouts down at us from his helicopter. “Where did you learn to do that?” Heather questions. 

“Oh, you know, I spent a summer training with the reserves. Yeah, I got into some trouble there and, like, blew up the kitchen by accident, which is why the R.C.M.P is like still all over my butt. I am so totally AWOL!” 

At least she knows…

We all make it back to the canoes and Cody speaks up as we’re getting our life jackets back on. “Since you’re both a bit shaken up by the whole quicksand thing, we should split you up. How about I go with Lindsay and Beath and Gwen can paddle back with Trent?” Cody asks and I furrow my brows but before I can listen anymore Heather aggressively pulls me onto the canoe. 

We start off strong just like before, in front of the Killer Bass since Harold threw their paddles into the fire. But I guess Izzy said something to help them and they got in front of us with DJ swimming them to the winning. Crashing on the share, sending them flying but of course as I said, winning the challenge. 

“The Bass are the winners!” Chris announces, they cheer and we pull in slowly. Once we do, Leshawna stares the redhead down. “You cost us the game. You are dead.” Leshawna points a finger at the girl. “Right, okay, you are so lucky that my license to kill is currently expired.” She smoothly says back but the bigger girl doesn’t back down, pulling up her paddle and threatening Izzy. The two run, Leshawna of course chasing after the other. 

Now sitting at the campfire, I am boredly leaning my chin on the palm of my hand. “And now the always anxiety-inducing marshmallow ceremony.” Chris spins his tray. “When I call your name, come and get a marshmallow. Beth, Trent, Gwen, Cody, Owen, Heather, [Name], Leshawna.” We all get our marshmallows and sit back down. “One last marshmallow. The person who doesn’t get this marshmallow will walk off the dock of shame. Who’s it gonna be?” He taunts but then a helicopter shows up, its blades whirring loudly to earn all of our attention. 

“Izzy, we know you’re down there. You are under arrest.” A man shouts from a mega phone. 

“You mean all that trash you were talking was true?” Leshawna asks the crazy girl. “No, just the R.C.M.P part. See ya!” She sweetly says goodbye but then turns back to a crazy, angry looking self. “You’ll never take me alive!” She laughs, running off somewhere. 

All of us look at each other in shock. “Well, that wraps that up. Night everyone.” Chris says calmly like one of his contestants didn’t just get arrested. 

After all that we all go back to our cabins, taking showers, just getting ready for bed. Heather comes up to me and I get deja vu. Only this time I’m not reading, just laying down staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s it this time?” I ask and she climbs up, sitting at the edge of my feet.

“What’s going on?” I sit up, getting a little defensive of my area. 

“Being friends, remember?” She smiles and I glance around, seeing a few of our teammates staring up at us. “I want to test out this nail polish, can I do it on you?” She tilts her head and I shrug, giving her my hand in response. 

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It takes a village... - Buddy Daddies - Episode 5 - Cultural Elements

There is the famous saying “It takes a village to raise a child.” And I think that was a key focus of this episode, and one of the lessons that Kazuki and Rei had to learn. There are three social and cultural aspects of Japan that I want to look at in regards to this episode:

1. Flus at School

2. Babysitting in Japan

3. Work-Life Balance

They all connect to each other in some way.

1. Flus at School

Likely when everyone saw the notice that Kazuki and Rei got about the daycare being temporarily closed due to a virus, the initial thought was Covid. And it was likely meant to be a nod to that. But, even before Covid, the flu (influenza) has always been taken very seriously in Japan and at Japanese schools.

In Japan, I worked at elementary and junior high schools, so a bit of a different setting from the daycare (my daycare experience with Japanese kids was back in the States at a juku and learning center). But, I doubt there is too much difference. Basically, once we entered flu season, parts of the whiteboards up in the Staff Room would be dedicated to keeping track of which students had the flu and how many students had it per class. Once it reached a certain amount, everyone in that class (whether they were sick or not) would not be allowed to come to school for a number of days.

(From a study that will be linked to below, and which was published online in 2015).

In the above excerpt I included, it talks about the effective measure of school closure to prevent pandemic influenza (specifically talking about the one in 2009). When I worked in Japan (2013 - 2019) as an ALT, I never experienced a full school closure because of the flu, but I knew of other ALT who had.

2. Babysitting in Japan

In this episode we have Kazuki telling Kyutaro, “Lately, we’ve been taking on some babysitting jobs...”

Kazuki really didn’t have a plethora of options to choose from here to make any sort of plausible excuse. This likely was the best thing he could say and pick, but it also isn’t that surprising that Kyutaro didn’t buy it for a second. Not only because male babysitters are rarer in general, but also because babysitting still isn’t a normal thing in Japanese culture. From a 2014 SavvyTokyo article entitled: Babysitting Services in Japan, there is this excerpt:

However, hiring a babysitter in Japan remains a privilege reserved for high-income earners, and is nowhere near as popular as it is in Western countries such as the United States and the United Kingdom. Meanwhile, some families are forced to use babysitters due to a shortage of after-school nurseries. Some believe that a babysitter could help inject a dose of fresh air into a typical Japanese home, which can sometimes be known for its seclusion. This is particularly true today, in an ever-increasing international environment, where English education is at the forefront of most Japanese parents’ minds.

This lines up with my experiences with being a Weekend Camp Counselor for about 3 or so years when I lived close to the Tokyo area of Japan (from 2016 - 2019). My job was to play American summer camp style games and activities (Duck, Duck, Goose, Red Light, Green Light, Thunderdome, Tooty Ta Song, etc.) with native Japanese children at parks (like Yoyogi Park or Toyosu Park). The goal was to have the children get a full English immersion experience, while enjoying physical activities outdoors. But, like my boss told me, our service was also meant to allow the parents to have some free time in the day, since babysitting isn’t a big thing.

In American media, seeing a (usually) teen girl babysitting a neighbors kid is incredibly common. In Japan, there is still an expectation that the parents (mostly the mother) should be caring for their child or children, but that is getting harder and harder with the need for both parents to work, in order to get by (due to the state of inflation Japan has been in for years). One Japan Times contributor, Yuko Tamura, wrote about their experience with hiring a babysitter in a blog post entitled: Hiring a Babysitter for the First Time in Japan Taught Me a Lot. 

In this article she talked about the social and cultural aspects. First she notes, “Without grandparents in my neighborhood, I had almost no one to ask for help except my husband.” No mentions are made of siblings, cousins, aunts, or friends. In America, it wouldn’t be that uncommon to hear of any of the above (as well as, of course, grandparents) to do a little temporary babysitting for family or friends. But in Japan this just isn’t common, smaller family sizes are also likely a reason for this as well.

She also mentions lack of communication among neighbors, something that is definitely common, especially in cities in Japan, and “ I have been a highly private person; I suspect the majority of Japanese people are the same. Welcoming strangers at home could be a severe headache for people like me because it just doesn’t feel right.”

Houses in Japan are seen as very private places. Having big get togethers or parties at someone’s house in Japan is really uncommon (I have been to one or two, but it’s still not the norm). Going elsewhere to meet up, like at a karaoke place or café is far more common. So the idea of a babysitter goes against that idea, as well as the societal expectation of the mother being in caretaker mode 24/7, so it has made it harder for babysitting to become common place in Japan. 

That being said, the internet, the pandemic, the economy, women working more, and many other things are starting to shake things up a bit more in Japan. I also suggest that you give the blog post a full read (I’ll link to it below, along with every site and article I reference here), since it also touches on another concept a bit: Work-Life Balance, my last discussion point.

3. Work-Life Balance 

I won’t say too much about this, since I think the concept of Work-Life Balance is a fairly universal one and one that people are always trying to struggle with. It may be better and easier to navigate in some countries, and harder and more difficult to navigate in others. 

For Japan, it is harder, but there has been more of a push for more life and less work focus in recent years, and the pandemic has caused work-from-home, remote work, and so forth to become a bit more common in Japan. It’s still not as prevalent of a shift in work culture like we’ve been seeing happen elsewhere, but it is a start! I’ll add an article or two in the comments about this topic, just in case anyone wants to read up on it.

In this episode, we see Kazuki and Rei struggling with Work-Life Balance in a way neither has likely ever experienced before, since adding a child into the mix really does make for a very different beast. What I really like that we saw in this episode was showing Kyutaro telling Kazuki and Rei that he would look after Miri:

It’s unconventional, as noted above, but it is a good message to tell. And one that should be told more in anime and Japanese media. A sense of community is important, especially when raising a child, since as the saying goes, “It takes a village.”

[bucks-little-hop]

been ready for you to come home (for so long) 2k

For Buddie Week Day 1: Borrowing/stealing/sharing Clothes - Secretly Married - "I'm right here, I always have been."

I tried to mix them all together into one story

read on ao3 here

Eddie Diaz was many things. A practical man first and foremost. An upstanding member of society. He kept a level head, and didn’t panic. He had spent years in the military and then working as a first responder. He kept certain secrets close to his chest, not willing to bring them out into the light. There were a few situations that caused him to panic, to forget why certain things were secrets, to not fully think through the consequences.

For the most part, it was an uneventful day. Calls were few and far between. Mostly minor medical calls requiring only Hen and Chim, occasionally Bobby, to leave the firehouse. On any other day, it would have been great for Eddie. He could have gotten a work out in, maybe knock out a book or two from the community shelf, maybe even practice some Mario Kart so he could beat Christopher later that night. None of that had happened though. He spend most of the day working on the stock closets. Eddie had not been hanging out in them to avoid Buck, thank you very much.

Buck and Eddie got into a small, teeny tiny fight over dinner the previous night. It was an argument the two had had several times before. Buck wanted to help pay for some of Christopher’s activities, and Eddie wouldn’t budge on his no. Money was always a touchy subject between the two. Eddie never wanted to take advantage of Buck and all his kindness. He had already gone above and beyond for the Diazes, Eddie was not going to take anything more. Yes Christopher had really wanted to go to the science camp over the summer. Eddie would just have to pick up some extra overtime, it wasn’t a big deal. With Christopher’s thriving social life it would be easy enough to find a sleepover for the kid while he went to work. Buck had argued that Eddie didn’t need to, and Buck wanted to help. It had maybe resulted in a yelling match, both saying things they didn’t mean. Buck had left Eddie’s house that night in a huff, and the two had not spoken since. So no, Eddie was not avoiding Buck that morning. He was just giving him some space. If Eddie knew how their day would end he would have thrown himself at Buck’s feet and begged for forgiveness.

There had finally been a call in the last hour of their shift that required all hands on deck. There had been a fight at a family picnic at the park. The 118, along with a few police members, had been dispatched to handle everything. The ride there in the truck was tense, only light chatter between Bobby and their engineer. It was stifling in the back between Buck, Eddie, and Ravi. Their poor probie always seemed to end up on the most awkward of A Shift days. When they got to the scene Bobby made the wise choice to separate Buck and Eddie. Eddie was sent with Hen and Chim to triage patients, Buck was with Ravi on crowd control.

Eddie tried to focus on his patients. He was not superstitious, but Buck left without a fist bump or shoulder pat. Neither man would admit it out lout, but it was always a ‘be safe, see you soon, I love you’ between them. Eddie uneasy without it. He knew it was a dangerous job, but Buck seemed to get injured far more than the rest of them. While wrapping his patients arm into a split, he let his mind start formulating exactly what he wanted to say to Buck. He needed a plan, or it would all end up going out the window like it did the last time they talked. Eddie could express his fears and apprehension from accepting more help from Buck. He needed to. Buck deserved it. Without planning it out, Eddie always got frustrated with his lack of ability to communicate his feelings. They had 48 off, so after their shift he could go home, do a load of laundry, pick up Christopher, and then invite Buck for dinner so they could talk it out. A perfectly laid plan that couldn’t come to fruition.

The details of what happened weren’t exactly clear to Eddie. There was shouting coming from behind him, and a startled yelp from Buck. He whipped around fast enough to see the younger man stumbling away from a woman, and the police tackling the woman to the ground. Buck’s eyes found Eddie, and they were full of panic. There was more yelling, and Eddie knew he abandoned his patient to run over to Buck. Chimney had beat him over. It was a cacophony of yelling as Ravi rushed over with a backboard. Buck had been stabbed, and Eddie was useless. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to help. He was pretty sure he held Buck’s hand the whole way there. He knew after the first time Buck coded that he just let all his feelings out. What words said? He didn’t know. Probably some reassurance to try and help Buck. Could have been about his undying love and unrequited crush on Buck but that was neither here nor there.

When Eddie got covered in Buck’s blood was a complete unknown to him. He didn’t fully recognize it until Hen pulled him into the bathroom and cleaned him up. His dirty shirt was swapped out for a hoodie. Instantly, Eddie knew it wasn’t his hoodie. It was a little too lose in the shoulders, and the arm cuffs were worn out from where Buck pushed it up his forearms. It was the spare one stored in the ambulance, for when Buck inevitable ended up injured or cold on a call. He did end up wet on calls far more than normal, looking like a drenched puppies. He was adorably pathetic in those moments.

Eddie felt the fresh tears streaming down his face at that point. He might not see Buck like that again. Everything else was a blur again, his feelings of worry overtaking everything else. He didn’t care that he was eventually put into an uncomfortable chair. He didn’t care that everyone was treating him like fragile glass. He didn’t care about anything except Buck’s well being. He did know at some point he called Pepa to keep her updated and ask if she could watch Christopher. It wasn’t until a doctor came out to inform them that Buck was going to be touch and go through the night. The stab nicked one of his lungs, and they were concerned about that. They couldn’t allow anyone except family to come back. Bobby’s protests fell on deaf ears. Eddie’s grief turned into anger. He couldn’t let the last time he talked to Buck be them arguing if something happened. Eddie wasn’t prepared to do any of this without Buck.

“Please, he’s family. Let me go back and see him.” Eddie’s voice cracked, but there was a clear sharpness to his tone. He looked up at the doctor hoping his pleading eyes would work. He could feel the doctor about to shut his request down. He panicked, pulling out his in case of emergency card. He knew he was going to have to explain to the team later but he didn’t care. He needed to see Buck.

“He’s my husband. You can check the records. Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Please, just let me back. I need to see him.”

Feeling the weight of the stares of the team, Eddie waited as the doctor flipped through Buck’s chart. He gave a small nod before speaking “Alright Mr. Buckley-Diaz, we can take you back.”

Eddie stood up, feeling his joints creak. He followed the doctor with a single minded focus of just Buck, Buck, Buck. He wouldn’t feel normal again until he laid eyes on the other man. Maybe he should have promised to give the team an update. However he knew the team and the team knew him. He knew they were going ask questions about them somehow being married. He didn’t feel like he could answer them all. Not alone. Not when he couldn’t explain how it started as a joke, but then it somehow ended up with the two of them in a courthouse. It was one of the smartest choices Eddie had ever made clearly. The only thing Eddie heard before the doors shut behind him was Ravi’s confused voice. “Wait, I thought they were divorced. Can you get remarried after that?”

There was no reason for the older man to pay attention to where in the hospital he was being lead. He had been to Cedars-Sinai at least 7 times to many. The doctor at the very least didn’t try and hold conversation. Eddie couldn’t even remember what his name was, too focused on hearing how Buck had been doing. He would learn it later, once he saw Buck.

Somehow, it never got easy seeing Buck in the hospital beds. His giant form always got dwarfed by the beds. He always looked so much younger, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. His medic brain tried to take in his surroundings. That logical part of him knew Buck was as safe as he could possibly be. The machines were working, doing their jobs. The IVs running into Buck’s arm were helping. The uncomfortable oxygen mask was keeping his lungs working. There was nothing Eddie could do that the doctor’s hadn’t. It didn’t stop Eddie from pulling a chair from the corner as close to Buck’s bed as possible. Eddie rest his hand on Buck’s wrist. He needed to feel the other man’s pulse for himself. Some part of the back of his brain recognized the doctor had left after leaving them, likely informing a nurse about Buck having a visitor. It meant that Eddie could work through what he wanted to say to Buck without it anyone else overhearing.

“Buck, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I just need to work through it with Frank, maybe even have you come to a session.” It was something Eddie had thought about before. Knowing then he didn’t have to worry about using the right words. Buck and Frank could usually work out what he meant, or at least when it was clear Eddie was trying to say something different than how the words were coming out. “You’re such an important part of Christopher’s life, of my life. I know I have some abandonment issues, but you’re not Shannon. It isn’t fair for you to be treated like you are. I need you to know how important you are to me. I know we got married to protect Christopher, to make sure my parents couldn’t try and take him from you. But you and I? We are so much more than that.”

Eddie used his spare hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. He did let out a soft laugh, knowing Buck would be so mad at him for using his hoodie sleeve for that. Buck usually treated his hoodies like they were precious. He then moved his hand to intertwine his fingers with Buck’s, pulling the other man’s hand to his lips. It was for Eddie’s reassurance, but he hoped it would give Buck some peace in his sleep. “When you wake up, I have so much to say to you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to say it when you can’t respond. I think you know, but I know you need words. For now, I just need you to know I’m right here, I always have been. I’m not going anywhere until you kick me out.”

Eddie would have sat in that uncomfortable chair for years if that’s what Buck wanted. If that was how he was to pay his penance. Come morning, when the sun rose and Buck’s blue eyes opened to the world, the two would have a lot to talk about. Until then, Eddie would sit and think about all the ways to tell Buck he loved him, all the ways he could chase any doubts he caused out of Buck’s mind, and everything he knew he needed to fix about himself not just for Buck, but for him.

[camp-counselor-david]

Ough, I just remembered that "Missing Halloween" animated short, and it hit me with the biggest Jasper/David vibes, so now I'm making it everyone elses problem with a self indulgent au ramble.

TW for child death

Jaspvid AU where after Jasper "leaves" Camp Campbell, the summer ends and David goes home for the year.

Things proceed as normal, until halloween, where after all school year of not seeing Jasper, David bumps into him on halloween of all days! He's got a pretty cool ghost costume on, too, especially for it being the late 90s! There was no reason to think he was actually dead. The ghosts in cartoons always phased right through things, but he could grab Jasper's hand and pull him along for a fun holiday themed buddy reunion!

By then, David forgot about the whole feud about the camp. All he knew was that Jasper was back, and he didn't seem too mad about what happened between them either. He seems to enjoy running around with David and trick or treating-- even though for some reason everyone's ignoring Jasper, which really peeves David off.

They stop by David's house, and even his mother seems to be ignoring Jasper! He asks his mom to take a picture of the two of them in their costumes, but she doesn't take it seriously, and when she shows them the photo she took, only David appears in it. So not only does his mom start insisting that he's being silly and taking an imaginary friend too seriously, but their gosh darn crappy technology isn't working right either!

David storms back outside with Jasper, upset at the idea that people think that his very real best friend is suddenly fake! Why would they imply that he's crazy when all of the adults in his life acknowledged Jasper as a person before? He and Jasper get into a little bit of an argument about it, causing Jasper to get up and walk off into the woods.

Unlike their last spat, though, David follows after him this time. He didn't want to lose him all over again. But where are they going? Why did it look like Jasper was walking back to Camp Campbell? Or... Spooky Island? Why there? Why wasn't he listening when he called out to him?

He finds Jasper sitting alone outside of the cave, and the two talk out what happened. They laugh at how familiar their argument felt, and David ends up apologizing and sharing some of his halloween candy. Because when push came to shove, they would always be best friends.

Meanwhile, his worried sick parents seek him out, figuring that if their David ran away to anywhere, it was the camp that he wouldn't stop gushing about ever since he came back home from it.

After a lengthy search, they find David happily snacking on candy next to the corpse of his best friend, Jasper, who had finally found peace through being found.

Anyway, I'm sorry. I think I've seen too many death/monster aus lately, and it has infected me with the halloweenies. I'd be shocked if more people didn't see the original short I'm talking about, but here it is!

[shirogane-oushirou]

had a dream that gave me the drive to FINALLY pick v.esperia back up so i can try to finish all of the endgame shit and grade farm before starting new game +.

in the dream, the v.esperia gang and i were all in the s.haikos ruins -- the whole gang, incl r.aven and j.udy and p.atty. i was these but was also accessing my gamer knowledge to be like "hey that's a trap switch, step away from it", and uh. while i was being buddies w everyone, i was also being "buddies" w r.aven WEKJSNFKJNSF we were being so flirty, and r.ita just kept looking over at us and going "ew..." sjnfdkjn :') she's great.

anyway. i find it funny that i have so many oushirou dreams but they're mainly "i found ancient merch at this random store, i'm going to buy every single thing money be damned, i Need These" with the occasional "you're meeting him in a horror dream w no logic. he is going to disappear or die or suffer horribly, and when you wake up it's either going to be like 'what the FUCK' or 'that was the funniest shit it could have possibly been."

...while i have r.aven dreams a little less often but they're ALL "just hanging w my dubiously romantic friend(?) r.aven" in different situations sdjkfknkjn.

"him and r.ita accidentally world hopped and we're hanging out (and r.aven and i are cuddling) until they randomly hop back".

"he's a 'camp counselor' at some kind of adult summer camp and he singles me out and protects me from weirdos, invites me to have lunch w him."

"he's a teacher / prof / scientist / it was vague, but we were taking shelter from a tropical storm w others and getting close in the enclosed space."

and noooooooow "i world hopped to t.erca l.umireis and could help them reach places they may not be able to normally w my Big Girthy Gamer Brain" <3

this always brings back the love i have for him, but for MONTHS i've been in such a mood of "oughhhh i want to go back to v.esperiaaaaa i was SOOOO CLOSE to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT COMPLETION, SOOOO CLOSE to NG+... but going back to games after a feww years.... bad...." so it was enough to FINALLY push me back into the game. and i'm loving it. i love this fucking game so much. this is a Real Place. To Me. and i want to finish all of the remaining shit so i can restart and go on another fun adventure w my fwiends (and UNLOCK THE R.AVEN COSTUME I MISSED BC I DIDN'T DO ONE (1) STEP IN A SIDE QUEST. RAAAAGH.) and do it with all of the grade shop perks applied ahehehehe.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Buddy, I’m gonna need you to share my pain with everyone else. I cannot go through this alone 😭

Cue Taylor Swift.

For the record, you did this

You did.

By sending me TS's Soon You'll Get Better, which I had never even heard. And considering the honeymoon snippet you'd think you woulda seen it coming

This baby girl right here?

Right here?

This is Lexa who has completely stopped running from it.

Her illness causes bruising. That's just a fact of Lexa's life. It's what she wakes up to every morning and what she sees in the mirror before bed every night. It's something she'd gotten so used to working to cover up that by the time Clarke started coming around, it kind of didn't occur to her what would happen when or if she eventually couldn't keep them hidden anymore.

Or if she'd even want to hide them from her at all.

The first time they sleep together is when Clarke sees the full extent of it and, oh, Lexa practically shakes with how nervous it makes her. Because yes, she knows Clarke is attracted to her, and yes, Clarke has always been nothing but gentle with her, treating her like she's something precious rather than something broken that could crumble if held too firmly in her grasp. But it's another thing entirely to be laid so bare. To have every one on every rib stand out against the paleness of her skin. To see Clarke's eyes trace the peppering of them across her shoulders, her hipbone. Across her breasts, belly, and the dips of her thighs.

But Clarke kisses them with unwavering reverence. Not as though Lexa's delicate for them, but as though she loves those broken parts of Lexa every bit as as she loves the supple, unmarred skin around them. As though they're nothing more than pieces of Lexa's perfectly beautiful whole.

That's something Lexa didn't even know she needed until she had it. That feeling of Clarke cupping her face and nuzzling close. Breathing her in. Kissing her temples and cheeks. Taking on Lexa's burden as her own. That feeling of Clarke accepting her exactly as she is in her illness. Not despite it.

And that never changes. Not once when they're close or being intimate does Clarke treat her as anything other than just Lexa, the woman she loves. Not physically, not emotionally.

Which is how Lexa prefers it.

She prefers it on the bad days, when she can't even stand the sight of food and keeping down water feels like a herculean feat. On the days when she barely recognizes herself in the mirror amid the splotches of purple, yellow, and faded blue, Clarke still looks at her like she's nothing less than precious. And on the days when Lexa can't do anything beyond laying in bed drifting in and out of sleep, she appreciates the fact that Clarke will just slip under the covers beside her and snuggle up like that was always what she'd had planned for the day.

Because it's in those moments that Lexa can pretend.

They'll lay in her bed, usually naked and practically wrapped around each other, Clarke obviously boiling under Lexa's 4 insulated comforters... but she never complains. She just lays on her back and coaxes Lexa's head onto her chest, running her fingers through Lexa's hair and reverently kissing every bruise within reach. Humming with every kiss she faithfully returns in kind across the full swell of Clarke's breasts. (Forever a boob girl.)

And they take turns talking about what they're gonna do together "when this is all over" and seal every one with a lie-sweetened kiss. They make plans to visit the grand canyon and camp under the stars and shout to wide open sky till their lungs burn. They plan summers in Europe just to kiss under the Eiffel Tower and argue about wintery holidays split between the tropics and begrudging trips back home. They make plans to find the hidden sanctuary of some long forgotten waterfall to make love under and swear to dip their toes into the shores of every ocean.

They plan a lifetime's worth of moments in that quiet safety they find in Lexa's bed. Plans for a future life filled with all their love and all the pieces of the world they're gonna conquer together, someday.

Just as soon as Lexa gets better....

[theghostbunnie]

Do you have any headcannons on what Max, Nikki, and Neil could do separately when they’re older? Like hc’s for them individually

I can't see any of those emojis- ):

But weither you mean career or just overall character wise I totally get it, Nikki and Neil (Neil especially) and often just reduced to Max's buddies 😭 and although future AUs where they're working at camp can be cute I personally find them?? Really sad?? None of them would want to be there and Neil specifically had so many ambitions? Max would never want to work with children or nature or physical labor or (continues forever) and although Nikki might like some aspects tremendously, she'd still have to do activities like science camp ect she doesn't like.

I personally only think it works if that's acknowledged and maybe it's only a highschool summer job. But anyways as always I'm really excited to get asked my HCs n really appreciate it 💖���

Neil after graduating from some prestigious collage actually took a break for awhile. He LOVES science and had been devoting his whole life to it, finding which specific field to go into was a struggle all on it's own. He wanted to try living his life and trying other things first before he settled on a soild career. It was during this time of relaxation/hobbie hopping that he was approached to lead a team that would secretly study 'magical' anomalies and try to find out the logic behind the mystery. It's government run and he's not allowed to tell anyone, alot of moral greyness involved in it but finding an "awnser for the so called paranormal" and more funding then he's ever had before really excites him. He finds time for alot more hobbies he's acquired now as well. He's still a gaint nerd and plays fallout and goes to comiccon in elaborate cosplay.

Nikki lives kinda floating from place to place. She grows and hunts her own food, doesn't have a steady job but when she decides she needs money and it's more than she ask friends or family for she'll take on a few odd jobs around one town or the next. Life has become this constant adventure and she goes everywhere she can by very whacky means. Collects ridiculous stories this way. "I once rowed down Niagra Falls in a duck shaped floatie." "I successfully mailed myself to Peru but I was trying to get to Turkey."

Max goes from not really caring about or having much interest in anything to becoming a workaholic at his job, a criminal detective. He's somewhat flimsy and careless with hisown life mostly because he's chasing the adrenaline rush from the situations he gets himself into. Figuring out cases gives him that high of being right and smarter than the people around him aswell. It took him awhile to find it but this has always been his calling he believes.

[askhunterclarington]

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

Wait, is that HUNTER CLARINGTON they kinda look a lot like GAVIN LEATHERWOOD, don’t they? I heard the TWENTY year old is known as the ELITIST around McKinley. It seems like they auditioned to be in THE DALTON ACADEMY WARBLERS which is so lame? People at campus have said they’re HARDWORKING, but don’t be fooled since they’re also MERCILESS. Rumor has it, you can find them at LACROSSE and the WRESTLING TEAM (CAPTAIN) when they aren’t belting show tunes. Their entire vibe revolves around GREEN EYES AND WHISKERS, LACED UP BOOTS AND MILITARY FOLDS and LONG RUNS ON THE BEACH AT SUNRISE but no one pays attention to that here in Ohio.

Auditioning with I don't want to be by Gavin DeGraw

From the outside looking in, Hunter had the perfect upbringing. The perfect family, the perfect home, and the ability and support in whatever he dreamed of pursuing. From the inside though, that was the farthest from the truth. His father sets the rules, and Hunter follows them. With the threat of losing a multi-million dollar inheritance and his father's chain of businesses looming over his head constantly, there aren't many other options, leaving Hunter feeling pretty helpless. His father is a strict man, and one that doesn't mess around. So when Hunter is told to "Jump!", there's no other response besides "How high?"

This incredible amount of pressure is what lead Hunter to take certain matters into his own hands in high school. Stealing the trophy of his school's rival wrestling team the day before a big competition seemed like a good idea in the moment but almost landed him in hot water. Hunter had been told by his father to win at all costs, and what better a way to throw off the other team's focus than taking their most treasured possession? When his father found out, he was able to talk the principal out of a suspension with a nice donation to the school. His father had his own form of punishment though, sending Hunter off to military camp to straighten out his rebellious ways.

Hunter isn't sure exactly at what point things shifted at home, all he knows is that he went away to military camp during summer break of his freshman year of high school, and when he came back his parents were practically strangers inside their own home - purely putting on a front for others in public. His father isn't subtle about the many other women catching his attention these days, and Hunter has no idea why his mother is still hanging around and hasn't left yet. Maybe it's the money - or maybe she's hanging onto some delusion that he'll realise an error in his ways and change. Whatever it is, what Hunter does know is that it's left him with a great bitterness when it comes to love and relationships. Mess around, have fun, and leave in the morning before the other person wakes up. That's the motto he lives by, and it hasn't let him down so far. Some would think it's an incredibly lonely way to live, Hunter would call it safe.

Hunter's main focus now is finishing school, and doing his best to excel in his extra-curricular's with a pretty intense training regime. Maybe if he can do those things, his father will be proud and he'll finally get the love and recognition he's always hoped for.

BASICS OF HUNTER;

Full Name: Hunter Pronouns: He/Him Hometown: San Diego, CA Birthday & Star sign : January 4th - Capricorn Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Bisexual (unexplored) Occupation: Student Sports/clubs: Wrestling team (Captain), Lacrosse (Defender) Glee club: Dalton Academy Warbler Major: Business

WANTED CONNECTIONS;

Ex-Situationship: There was chemistry, there was a connection, talking, casual dates etc. But for some reason one (or both) just couldn't commit. Enemy : Pretty self-explanatory. They cannot stand one another. Could be something that's happened in the past, a general differ in character, anything really. Gym Buddy: Everyone needs that support system to help encourage them in those days where you really just aren't motivated. *Definitely open to anything else also! If anyone is looking for something to be filled and think Hunter could be the man for the job, I'm more than happy to assist!

[profoundbondfanfic]

Another batch of our favorite aro/ace/demi fics!

Part 7

We're the New Romantics by almaasi [Teen, 8K, Aro!Cas]

“He’s so pretentious.” “Who is?” “Castiel.” Dean sneered as he said the name. “Look at him. He only brought one bag, and it’s tiny. And orange.” “Maybe he doesn’t like carrying a lot of stuff,” Charlie said, shouldering her own rainbow-coloured weekender bag, leading Dean out of the crowd and towards the picnic benches. “Gifted-and-Talented Summer Camp is only four days. A change of clothes and a toothbrush, that’s all most people need.” “What about when he sleeps? Doesn’t he at least need a pair of jammies? And that freaking nose ring. Seriously, he looks like a bull. I wonder if anyone’s ever told him.”

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar & riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 620K, Demi!Cas]

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

hold me (just for tonight) by kitmistry [Teen, 1,5K, Ace!Cas]

Parties are always fun, and they come with the best tips.

Moonflower by K_K_TiBal [Teen, 18K, Ace!Cas]

Castiel is not a very good witch. He's just not. He struggles with potions, illusions, divination - everything that makes a witch respectable, and his familiar - Dean - definitely deserves better than him. When Dean falls under a curse that seems to affect his shape-shifting abilities, Castiel and Dean begin to run out of money, and Castiel decides the best thing they can do is go after a rare Moonflower to help get themselves back on their feet. The journey could be dangerous, especially considering Castiel's less-than-ideal abilities and Dean's curse, but with a little luck, it will all be worth it in the end.

Easy by mnwood [General, 911, Aro!Dean]

When Cas comes back from the Empty, it takes Dean some time to adjust.

Coming to Terms by Unforth [Explicit, 169K, Aro!Dean]

Naomi Novak has laid out her son's entire life. Castiel Novak-Shurley must get a great education, focus on business, ignore frivolous things, attend Harvard Business School, become an investment banker at International Angel Deposit Bank, maintain his virtue, marry a proper beta or omega, and make lots of alpha babies. Even when fitting her expectations was difficult for him, Castiel has done his best to comply. Until now. His mother is arranging a marriage for him - he doesn't know to whom, but he knows it's happening, and soon - and before he ties the knot (figuratively and literally) Castiel wants to have an experience all his own: he wants to bottom for an alpha. Nervous, terrified, Castiel goes to Palmeton’s red light district and hires Jensen, a gorgeous young alpha prostitute who smells like fresh-cut grass and sunshine and lemonade. With Jensen, Castiel finds the courage to ask for what he wants. Being knotted is amazing. Castiel’s not an omega, but…but being with Jensen - who's real name turns out to be Dean - is everything Castiel has dreamed of. And now he has to figure out: how is he supposed to go the rest of his life without experiencing that again?

First and Only by almaasi [Explicit, 35K, Aro&Demi!Cas]

Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

BEX!!! Congratulations on hitting 3000! That's fan-FUCKING-tastic...and very much well-deserved.

Now, I'm not here to send you a request, because I'm sure you've already received quite a few by now...but I'd like to take the chance to lovingly (and lustfully) remind you and the fandom of something left...unfinished...something we've talked about recently...a continuation of your sinfully short fic, 'Three Against One'...

'Multi-May' or no 'Multi-May'...this foursome needs to happen...at some point...

I can wait...you know I *adore* anticipation...

Hello Kelly! Day three of Multi-May which means that we have a re-vision of my old fic, Three Against One! Thank you for the excuse to do this, I wanted to do the same thing with Lessons In Faking It because this is gonna get a sequel and finally get that foursome we have all been craving. Plus I have always wanted to expand this, I added 1.5K to the OG and cleaned and changed this up, hope you all dig this updated version and get hyped for the later entry! Also, the council in The Boiler Lounge has made the decision that Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson and Leslie Vernon’s polyam ship is called Mourning Wood. Enjoy that and this fic. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.5K. Sam Wescott And Buddy Swanson AND Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. Warnings: Established Relationship. Vacation. Road Trip. Semi-Public To Public Hookups. Exhibitionism. Movie Spoilers. Some Fluff. Strap On Mention. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Buddy Is An Asshole But We Love Him. Threesome. Voyeurism. Outdoor Sex. Stalking. Threat Of Violence. Implied Foursome.

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Three Against One. Again.

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It was going to be your birthday soon.

Your two boyfriends wanted to do something special for that, they asked what you wanted and upon discussing it you all realised you had some paid vacation time that needed to be spent before the year was up or you would lose it. You thought long and hard about it and came to the conclusion of partaking in a road trip together. You have always had a thing for the macabre and spooky, I mean look at who you were dating, when the secrets about them came out it didn’t scare you off, no, you stuck around happily.

So the purpose of said road trip was to visit a bunch of supposedly haunted locations and do some urban exploring and camping. Buddy was of course very excited about the prospect of this, he hadn’t really done a road trip with anyone else, he did one once, technically, when fleeing Canada post the events of Centre Stage but obviously that one wasn’t very fun. Clutching his barely bandaged wounds with one hand while he drove with the other, leaking blood badly as he drove a stolen car away in desperation of escaping his old life wasn’t a good time. 

After he got patched up properly in a gas station bathroom, wrapping hastily bought gauze around his ribs and stomach under flickering lights, he was back in the car. He made the long drive to accept that fateful job at Camp Clear Vista where he met you and Sam wasn’t great either, it was lonely. Even if it did end up leading to the best summer of his life.

He and Camillia always talked about doing a road trip together, seeing some of the other provinces before settling down and opening that restaurant they always talked about. Taking a roadtrip with you and Sam sounded amazing and long overdue, he could hardly wait.

Sam would normally be just as excited, he took a road trip with Chuck once to visit a creepy wax museum she heard about and that was a good time, but that was different. Seeing something that is so obviously fake and an attraction, a controlled and safe environment but what you wanted to do was see some more “real” stuff, it made him nervous. The rest sounded great, long hours in the car, talking and listening to music, trying new food, camping out together, he just wasn’t that excited about the decidedly scary nature you wanted everything to take.

He tried to hide this. He did so poorly.

Sam Wescott was good at a lot of things, chopping wood, taking care of kids, starting a fire, hiding his emotions was not chief among them. His nerves were the most noticeable when you were all packing up the car, he had already agreed, you all took the time off, were gearing up to leave and he was chewing his bottom lip nervously, clearly lost in thought.

Buddy used this as a perfect opportunity to come up behind him, throw an arm around his shoulder, hooking around him, opposite hand resting on his chest as he leaned in close, “Awe Sammy baby, you look tense, what’s up?” Classic Buddy, the way he cooed that so easily and teasingly to Sam.

Sam turned his head, caught Buddy’s gaze, “Oh uh, sorry Buddy, just um…Thinking is all.” You rolled your eyes as you finally closed the trunk, coming over to Buddy and Sam as you say, “You are always thinking Sam, thinking way too much.”

“I agree, you gotta turn that brain off sometimes! It’s gonna be a great time man, relax.” Buddy’s hands rested on Sam’s shoulder next, giving a reassuring squeeze, and you backed him up, “Seriously, it is gonna be awesome. Calm down.” 

You had slid right in front of him, you were holding Sam’s hands as you looked up at him and he let out a sigh, conceding.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. Sorry, I know it’s gonna be a lotta fun.” Buddy pressed a kiss to his cheek and said, “Atta boy! Now come on, let’s hit the road, you got the first driving shift.”

And so off you all went and as soon as you were an hour into the trip Sam was wondering what he was so worried about. This was great, you next to him and Buddy in the back, alternating playing some of your music and talking, it felt good, felt right and relaxing, very needed, time away from all the bullshit stress of normal life and just being with his two favourite people.

“No, no, I am vetoing this-” Buddy argued as he held up the CD case of the disc you were trying to load into the player of the car’s dash, you ask, “What? You only get one veto a day and you are using it now? On fucking ABBA?” 

Buddy shoved the case into your hand and sat back saying, “Yes I am vetoing ABBA, we are not listening to Super Trooper before ten in the morning.” 

Sam couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face, looking over to the pair of you playfully bickering about what CD to listen to in place of the one Buddy smacked down. Yeah, this was going to be a good trip.

You of course felt the same way. It was all great and you had a fun time on your first few stops, Sam even giving it up that it wasn’t bad doing it with you both. He still insisted on holding one of your hands while you wandered around some burnt out building but you and Buddy didn’t mind, and only handed out minimal teasing for it too.

The stopping at different restaurants Buddy had picked out while planning your route was thoroughly enjoyable for all of you, his pre-trip research paid off and you all ate at some great hole in the wall joints. 

Staying in the occasional motel when the weather was bad enough that setting up camp for the night wasn’t feasible did end up happening a few times. The first time you checked into one a few days into the trip, Buddy dropped his duffle bag by the door, whipped off his rain soaked windbreaker, tossing it aside and then leaping at the bed and before you or Sam could question his enthusiasm it became all too clear. Leaning on one hand and the other rested on his hip he asked, in an intentionally comical pose, “What do you think? Is the bed big enough that you could both fuck me at the same time comfortably?” 

You dropped your own bag as Sam scoffs, “I doubt it, look at you man! You’re what, like 6’3?”

Buddy cuts in, “6’2 actually-” 

“Right, I’m worried about you being able to sleep comfortably on the thing, forget getting fucked.” You interject asking, “And how are we supposed to do that, exactly?”

Buddy gasped, “No! Don’t tell me you forgot the strap-on!” You and Sam were already cracking up as he carried on, somehow still able to joke like this after hours in the car, “Oh my God, well, the vacation is called off.” He rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom before you or Sam had even caught your breath.

Once clean and settled down you were cuddled up in a bed just a bit too small for three, all tangled limbs and being impossibly close was cosy. The many other nights spent in the tent together, all having employed that trick Sam learned for zipping multiple sleeping bags together to make one big enough for three, were Sam’s favourites. 

Not to mention all of the illicit hooking up. In that tent you and Sam and Buddy caught up, mid-make-out, one of his hands between your legs and with Buddy’s between Sam’s, feverish passing back and forth and hands all busy.

In or rather on the car, you bent over the hood with Buddy behind you and Sam watching, his own hand busy while you are all under the stars. 

In alleyways next to bars or restaurants you just paid patronage to, and one really risky one in the handicap stall of a bathroom in a diner, you nearly got caught and after the person left without detecting you, the rest of said hookup finished safely back in your tent at the camp you set up.

Exploring and hiking was fun, you were all safe and doing it together, some of the locations you wanted to scope out were really cool and you brought along your camera, got some great pictures. Sam confessed while you were all at the highest point of a trail you’d just walked, looking down at the picturesque woods, that this was the best vacation he ever had and was glad you and Buddy pushed him to do this. He was happy, nerves totally forgotten.

Until the day of your actual birthday. The big stop this had been leading up to, you wanted to stop in Glen Echo and check out the Vernon farm. Initially Sam was excited about it, a farm, how nice and quaint, you even mentioned there was an apple orchard, apple picking sounded awesome. 

You all pulled up and you seemed so giddy, you practically bolted from the car.

He didn’t realise why you were so excited about it until you all started walking around and you began enthusiastically explaining the history of the farm and about who used to live here. Big gestures of your hands as you went and explained about Leslie and the documentary and everything.

You walked about the grounds, rattling off what you knew, taking stops along the way to expound further, “And he would fuck with the branches of the trees so if anyone made an attempt to get down from the second floor they would break-” Buddy would, “Ooo-” appropriately and Sam’s face would lose a little more colour.

The walk continued, you giving as much detail as possible and Buddy nodded along, still smiling, clearly loving how passionate and happy you were to be here, even chiming in on what he thought was particularly interesting and cool.

Sam got more and more nervous as you all walked around. Funny thing considering his own past but that wasn’t him, not REALLY, it was the Wood Carver’s mask who possessed him, under normal circumstances he would never do what happened back then.

You finally were all standing in front of the burnt remains of the cider house, “And then Tayor apparently crushed his head with the cider press and set the whole building ablaze!”

Buddy was impressed, saying in response, “Damn. See the more you talk about this Taylor the more I like her, she sounds really tough.” 

“Right?! She’s the coolest!” You exclaimed and Buddy looked over to the third and much more quiet one in your group.

Buddy nudged you, your head turning as Sam chimed in asking, “So Leslie is dead, right?”

You and Buddy stared at him for a moment, his eyes forward, nervous look clear on his face, surely his mind going a mile a minute, and then you and Buddy shared a look of your own, a small smirk from you, a raise of his eyebrows and you are on the same page. You say, “Well that is what they SAY but his body went missing.”

Buddy put on an air of faux concern as he said, clearly playing it up, hands coming up to his face, “Oh no, his body went missing?!”

You stifled a giggle and leaned closer into Sam who was going just a little pale, “Never recovered it to this day. We think we are alone here but who knows!”

That is when Buddy asked excitedly, “So you wanna camp here tonight, yeah? Spend the night?” You agreed immediately and enthusiastically, arms out stretched, “Oh yeah of course!”

Sam glanced at you, eyes wide, “You really want to? You sure you don’t wanna maybe stay at that B and B we saw on the way into town?”

“Very sure Sam.” You confirmed with a confident nod and Buddy was saying then, more playfully, clapping your shared boyfriend on the shoulder, “C’mon Sam it’s their birthday and they wanna stay at the creepy murder farm.”

“Yeah Sam! I wanna stay at the creepy murder farm!” You agree and he sighs heavily.

“Sorry I am not that enthusiastic about spending the night where several people were killed-” Buddy cocked his head to the side as he fired back with, “And yet we keep on returning to Camp Clear Vista every year.”

Sam had to give him that. He knew there was no winning against Buddy’s stubbornness along with your birthday wish so he agreed, tone a mix of frustration and resignation, “Alright, we should unpack and set up camp before it gets dark.”

“Hell yes! Thank you Sammy.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips and Buddy parroted what you said, smiling as his hand came up and ruffled Sam’s short hair in the way he knew bugged him, “Yeah thanks Sammy!”

Sam swatted Buddy away but he was smiling now, clearly fond. 

So the rest of the afternoon was dedicated to setting up the camp.

You chose a place in between the barn and the apple orchard, you dug the fire pit, Buddy put up the tent, and Sam, taking a fallen tree he had found, managed to split some of it up to make some logs for you all to sit on around the fire as well as using it for some actual fire wood. It was nice but Sam still seemed nervous, kept looking like something was off, even with the axe in his hands. You and Buddy did your best to distract him but it didn’t seem to be working very well. 

Hours later, it was after dinner, the fire was going and it was dark out.

You and Buddy had run to the car to get a bag of marshmallows to roast for dessert and on the way back to the fire you spoke up, “We gotta get Sam to chill out.”

Buddy sighed “God, right? He is going full Wescott right now.” You laugh but smack him on the shoulder, “Okay well don’t say that to him, you know he hates when you say that shit.”

“Well maybe if he didn’t go Wescott so often then we wouldn’t have had to attach his name to it-” You give him an unimpressed look, “Hilarious Buddy, truly, but c’mon, we need to help the guy out not make this worse.”

He groans and you sing-song out, “It’s my birthday-”

“I’m just messing around, you’re right, we should help not hurt, I will be nice.”  He concedes, both hands up and you say, “Thank you cream puff.” 

He gags and then says, “Oh my fucking God, what was that about being nice and not doing things your boys hate?”

“Ha, I said not doing things Sam hates, and what, you don’t like my pet names?” You ask and he says, “They are just soooo overly cutesy and sickeningly sweet-”

“Come on Buddy bon-bon baby, lighten up.” You tease and he stops walking, “I will vomit, right here.”

“No you won’t, not after you worked so hard on that dinner.” You say and he hangs his head before starting to walk again, “You’re right again, stop being right all the time.”

“Nope, it’s my birthday, I’m allowed.” You assert and then ask, “So how are we fixing this for him?”

Buddy hums, head coming up and after a moment he grins, looking over to you, “Overwhelm him?”

“Oh I love how you think.”

Your goal is to get him out of his head and relax, let him enjoy the evening as much as you had both been. The approach is easy, made sure he could hear you coming, didn’t want to frighten him further and you sat down next to him and he was quick to say, “I swear to God I heard something just now.”

Buddy sat on the other side of him, too close, pressing Sam between you and him as he said, “Uh yeah man, probably us.”

Sam scoffed, “No not you two, when you were outta earshot I could have sworn I heard someone, out there-” He gestured out the orchard and you shrugged, “Probably an animal or something. Don’t worry about it.”

That is when you made your move, leaning in, one hand to Sam’s cheek, pulling him closer and your mouth meeting his neck, you beginning to kiss makes his sentence stop short while Buddy’s hand sliding up his inner thigh made his breath catch already and you said into his skin, “What did we tell you Sam?”

A lick over his pulse point and a soft bite that made him tense under your touch and he stuttered out, “I’ll uh, be honest. I can-can’t really remember at the moment-”

You are busy with your task but you can picture his expression right now, brows furrowed, eyes closed and lips parted, totally swept up and thoroughly him and adorable, it makes you smile against his throat.

Buddy was there backing you up the way you usually did for him, “That you need to relax. Turn off that brain-” Buddy’s hand was between Sam’s legs now, palming his already hardening dick through his shorts as he added on, “-we can help you with that.”

It did sound appealing. He still had nerves and reservations but as you and Buddy both worked him over, hands roaming and wandering, tugging at his clothing, you kissing and biting his neck and Buddy’s fingers under Sam’s chin tilting him to give him a lazy and slow kiss on the mouth, definite heat behind it? Sam slowly started to let go, moaning into the kiss and returning it.

You and Buddy should have heeded Sam’s warnings, should have listened. Sam’s nervousness has validity to it, you weren’t alone and hadn’t been all day, he was right there, watching you. He was taking his time, he was used to the occasional gawkers and you three seemed harmless so he hadn’t done anything yet.

He thought you were all rather bold setting up camp for the night, he had every intention of stepping in and having some fun of his own but he didn’t expect such a show. The three of you had been really close and touchy sure but he didn’t think it was like this, that you were all together. He was interested. Honestly your timing couldn’t have been better, he was going to make his move right before you made yours and now he couldn’t stop watching.

Leslie had a thing for watching, a definite and total textbook voyeur, couldn’t help how hard he got off on it. You had already caught his eye earlier, so now seeing you making a move to get on your knees, starting to undo the shorts to get what you really wanted, about to start putting your mouth to good use, of course he wanted to stay quiet and see how this unfolded.

He watched as that curly haired man, Buddy, he overheard, was pulling back, one hand in the other man, Sam’s, hair as he started to whisper what he was certain were filthy things in his ear. 

Leslie watched the way Sam flushed, lifting his hips to help you slide his shorts down, he couldn’t look away as you took his cock in your hand, leaning in, giving what looked to be a loving lick over the head before it disappeared between your lips. You started to take more, slide him in deeper, your hand around the base starting to stroke and he could hear the groan Sam let out, watched as Buddy’s head tilted back with a laugh. 

You didn’t blow him for long before Buddy was whispering something to Sam, a grin on his face and finally that pulls his gaze from you between his legs to the other man sitting next to him, a nod, and the look of near awe and affection overtakes when he drops to his knees at your side to join in. Fuck, you and he shared him and that was something else. So they weren’t just sharing you, no, it seems like you all share each other. 

The view was so good that Leslie couldn’t help palming himself through his overalls, couldn’t help coming closer, wanted to get a better look, hear some of what you were all saying. You were all distracted. He was able to manage it even more easily than normal.

By the time he was close enough, you had your fingers in Buddy’s curls, pushing him down so he was swallowing more of Sam’s cock and you said, “God, can’t he take it just so well? Almost puts me to shame.” 

Sam lets out this delicious sounding moan, a small nod, still just mesmerised by the view in front of him. Gasping out, “So-so good.” 

He rocked his hips up once and looked so lost in the feeling of it. He looked overwhelmed, Leslie wondered if what he said next was because he was sweet, concerned and selfless or trying to stave off cumming too fast with two talented mouths working over him. “We should be focusing on you, it’s your birthday right?”

“The man has a point.” You agree and Buddy was pulling off Sam’s dick with a wet pop and a nod, “He is right, we should be focusing on you.”

And just like that the attention was turned to you.

The speed is impressive, the way they worked together on you still had a way of taking you by surprise. They shared you exceptionally well and after so long were able to move together with you with total ease. You were pulled into Sam’s lap, he was kissing you and had his hands up your shirt in short order and Buddy was pressed behind you, his hands working on getting into your pants and you looked really damn good in that moment. 

Your eyes falling closed, pressing closer to one and then the other, allowing yourself to bask in their attention, letting yourself to freely express how they made you feel, soft moans and gasping breaths, calling out their respective names in utter reverence as they pleasured you. Sam’s tongue in your mouth, Buddy had a hand in your shorts and was obviously fingering you, whispering more filth into your ears. Sam had only paused making out with you to get your shirt and bra off, tossing them aside, his hands and mouth working in tandem on your newly exposed chest. Hands cup, thumbs brush over your nipples in between indulgent sucks. This live show has Leslie’s overalls feeling far too tight. 

Buddy is speaking up louder, Leslie is treated to this exchange, “Fuck, Sam, can you hear how wet they are?” 

Sam pulls back, a breathy laugh, “I sure can, how you feeling?” He asks and you nod, “Mm, good, real good, ha-harder?”

“Yeah I can do that for you.” Buddy’s arm picks up the pace, your hips buck and you moan much louder, crying out a thank you and Sam’s mouth is latched back onto you.

You were squirming and moaning, grinding yourself between them and it looked like it was going to keep escalating, Leslie is convinced that you would be getting fucked out in the open by the both of them at once and fuck, it was too much.

Leslie moved quietly and carefully, and came around the fire so slowly, sickle at the ready. When he was right behind Buddy he moved forward. Sickle slices through the air, metal came down and lodged in the wood log Sam was seated on, it made the three of you jump, a frantic look and as soon as your eyes fell to him you said, “Leslie?”

Of course you recognized him. He was leaning against the handle of his sickle still stuck in the wood, stance was very casual as he said, “Hey. Hear you are a big fan. How are you enjoying your stay?”

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. Total shock, not sure what to respond with, Leslie would be lying if he said he didn’t find that at least a little bit cute, how much he got the drop on you. “Well?” 

He prompted and you swallowed, Sam’s hands were covering your tits now, shielding you before you were saying, “Uh good? Real, uhm, real good.”

“Yeah I was gonna say, looks like you are all having a really good time.” He leaned down, his face much closer to yours, his eyes were interesting, full of something you wished you could define but can’t, maybe you were too shocked, his smile is however undeniably mischievous. Leslie speaks again, “So much fun I wanted to give you an offer.”

“An offer?” Buddy inquired, confused, clearly his own mind reeling and trying to contend with all this, and Leslie continued, “Yeah. See I was going to have a good time with you three tonight until you started doing all of this-”

He ripped his sickle up, you all jump and he laughs, he gestures to you with his weapon of choice, still half dressed in Sam’s lap, the three of you still pressed pretty closely together, “-but I gotta say that you all present a much better option, one that doesn’t come around here often.”

You picked up what he was putting down immediately. A phrase you had seen once before clear in your mind, fuck to survive. 

The thing is you would have been down even without the potential threat of violence, although considering your choice in partners, the threat helps rather than hurts. Leslie is playing with the sickle, fingering the end of it as he is looking you all over, clearly enjoying the dynamic at hand, the power he holds in this moment, the potential of the night spread before you all. “Besides, I think it is awfully gauche to kill someone on their birthday, right?”

Gauche or not all you could think was how you were about to get simultaneously wrecked and spoiled all at once. Happy fucking birthday to you. A verbal response wasn’t what you have, what you did do was reach out, fingers caught in the torn collar of his shirt and you pulled him forward and down, giving your consent with your mouth in a different but entirely welcome fashion.

Sam was wrong, it was gonna be a good night, you could tell.

[sunsetcorvid]

It was cold today in Alterna. Which was a strange thing to say when there was snow covering almost every inch of the ground, so you would assume that it was always cold. But, surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. Alterna’s temperature rarely matched its climate. Maybe due to the fact that the snow was artificial and was created to replicate the real deal, but no one likes to be cold all the time. So, the coldest it ever was down there was just a little bit chilly. Today, however, something must have been wrong with the thermostat because everyone was freezing. Even Four, whose hero suit was so thick you’d be surprised they wore it during the summer, was freezing. Even the Captain, who seemed to be able to withstand the most extreme of temperatures, was freezing. Even Neo, who had grown some fur since having prolonged contact with fooze and was in a similar state to the Captain, was freezing. It was cold and no one liked it.

“Geez, is ORCA sick or somethin’?” Four spoke while walking over to the Squid Sisters’ camp. He pulled his jacket closer to himself in a weak attempt to keep his body heat in. It worked somewhat. “It’s fu- fricken freezing down here!” He quickly censored himself upon seeing that the youngest of the agents was there with the Captain and Sisters. It was kind of funny to think he used to be the youngest. Time flies, I suppose. The Captain looked up sympathetically and shook their head.

“How are you freezing in that?! ” Callie asked from her signature spot to the left of the Captain. She gestured at Four’s comedically thick jacket, wishing she had brought like that herself down there. The younger agent pointed down to their legs to show that they were wearing shorts instead of something that could actually help keep their legs warm. Callie took back what she had said and laughed a little, which was met with a scowl from Four. Neo shivered before replying to her coworker's original question.

“Little Buddy accidentally chewed through some stuff, so ORCA’s a bit out of it. Eight's over attempting to fix it.” She spoke, pointing to her ink tank which held said Salmonid. Four reflexively took a few steps back upon realizing just how near the Smallfry was.

“Ah, that makes sense. Little thing eats through everything, huh?” Four now stood next to Marie, casually sticking close to her umbrella. They muttered something to the Squid Sister, who just shook her head slightly in response. Neo nodded in agreement to their statement, remembering a time she had witnessed Buddy eat a whole chair. Needless to say, the duo wasn't allowed in that establishment after that. She shivered again, this time making a “Brrrrr…” sound with it. The Captain took notice of this and sighed. Had she done something wrong? The younger inkling looked confused at this until she watched the older take off their… cloak? Neo couldn't really describe what it was, it mostly looked like a bunch of fabric poorly sewn together that sat on the Captain’s shoulders. She was surprised when they carefully placed it on her shoulders, something that was quite unexpected, and was even more surprised to find out that it was weighted. Huh, that felt nice…

“Uhh-”

“You're welcome.” The Captain signed, interrupting whatever the younger was about to say. They then turned their head and stared forward, not bothering with the questioning sounds that Neo was making.

Eventually, she sighed and sat down next to the crate that the Captain sat upon, leaning her head against the side of it. May as well get comfy with it.

“Thank you…” she said sleepily. Hey, was she this tired two minutes ago? Why was she suddenly so sleepy? The cloak that now sat upon her shoulders felt heavier and heavier as if lulling her to slumber. It felt so warm, so safe and secure. No wonder the Captain wore it so much, this was great. She grumbled and let her weight rest on the crate completely. Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt…

Callie, who stood next to her, noticed the sudden drowsiness coming from Neo and crouched in front of her.

“Hey, are you okay?” she questioned anxiously. “It's not like you to get so sleepy suddenly.”

The only thing she got in response was a light grumble and then soft snores. New Agent 3 was asleep. Little Buddy suddenly popped his head out from underneath the cloak and looked at his companion with what could be described as concern. He chirped and tapped her face once, twice, thrice. Neo hardly stirred, only shifting to pull the cloak closer to herself. Each breath she took became slower and softer that soon it sounded as if she had stopped breathing. But she still was, if ever so faintly. The Captain, having only watched this happen since giving her the cloak, shot up and grabbed Neo by the shoulders in a panic. They shook their fellow agent in an attempt to wake her, fearing that she would stop breathing altogether when a soft, hardly audible rumbling sound came from her, similar to a Splatana charging up. Similar to when you scratch underneath Judd’s chin in just the right spot. The Captain heard it. Was that? No. Could it? They stopped shaking and pressed their ear closer to the other’s chest and… Yep, that was definitely purring. Holy shit.

“Yo is Junior okay?!” Having forgotten her fear of Salmonids in favor of concern for the younger agent, Four rushed over to her captain.

Captain carefully laid Neo back into her original position against the crate and stared at Four with a finger to their lips. The yellow inkling was about question further until she heard the light rumbling, too.

“Oh my Cod,” she whispered in awe. “Is- Is she purring?? ”

“Oh yeah, she’s definitely purring.” Callie chuckled, a phone now occupying her hands. She turned to look at her captain. “You’ve been chosen, Three. You’re a parent now, good job.”

Three recoiled. They were a what now?! They removed their hands from Neo’s shoulders to shake them at the Squid Sister. “What?!” The purring from the fooze-affected agent grew quieter.

“I mean, Judd always does that when he chooses someone new to stay with. Did it with us, did it with Off the Hook, and apparently did it with Deep Cut.” she counted off her fingers as she listed her fellow idols. “And with the way she basically stopped when you moved away from her, I’m gonna assume it’s like Judd and she’s chosen you to take care of her.” What.

…

“What?!” They shook their hands once more.

“No, yeah, I’m agreeing with Callie on this.” Marie butted in from her position on the other side of the Captain. “She has called you her parent before, so I’m not too surprised at this display.” She snickered lightly.

Oh, Cod. It was scary whenever Callie and Marie agreed on something. Because that usually meant they were right about something, and Captain wasn’t sure they wanted them to be right. They thought fondly of the kid, sure, but to think they could take on the role of a parent to her. They could hardly take care of themselves half the time, how the hell could they take care of a whole ass kid?! Maybe Callie and Marie were joking, maybe they were just messing with them. After all, they did that often, much to the Splatoon Leader’s displeasure. The purring could mean anything, maybe she was just super comfortable. Maybe she was just having a nice dream. But that thought was thrown away when they placed their hand on the youngest agent’s shoulder and the rumbling grew louder once more. Shit. Fuck. Dammit.

Callie covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her laughter, but it didn’t work very well. Her laughs escaped the confines of her hand and filled the area with cackles. Four gripped pink-tipped inkling’s shoulder and pointed to Neo, and the laughing stopped at once.

“Right, kid sleeping. Sorry.”

“But what about the sleeping thing?” they signed, still confused about that. Neo was normally super energetic, often causing chaos due to this. She would run around, play tag with Buddy, redo challenges from the kettles, and mess with the Captain. But since arriving at the camp that morning, her energy had noticeably diminished. While she hadn’t been particularly sleepy, it was still very much apparent. The way she stood slumped, the way she yawned every few minutes, the way she swayed on her feet. Captain hoped that the response they got of them giving her their cloak for extra warmth wasn’t also a sign of Neo deciding they were her parent. They still couldn’t wrap their head around that. What if she already had parents that she loved? They didn’t wanna get in trouble with them on that. But looking at the kid…

“Oh, I think she might be hibernating?” Four spoke suddenly, interrupting the Captain’s thoughts abruptly.

“What.”

Four grinned and clenched and unclenched her hands in excitement. A sign that she was about to infodump about something that made her feel smart. Which, she was, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like it sometimes.

“It’s a thing that some mammals did in cold weather. It was mostly during the winter, to sleep it out until the chill had passed.” She waved around her hands excitedly. “Their bodies would automatically slow down so they wouldn’t starve during that time. It’s believed that they did it because food was scarce in the winter for them, so sleeping it out meant more chances of survival. Maybe Junior’s body is reacting similarly to the cold temperature down here. She did get a few mammalian instincts from the fooze.”

Everyone stopped to gawk at Four. While they knew the agent was quite smart, they still had a moment of awe when they said something like that. Said agent huffed in annoyance.

“Oh come on, did you guys forget that I finished high school? They teach you this in Human History!” All the other agents stood awkwardly. Callie rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, Marie shifted her weight from each foot, and the Captain coughed into their hand.

After a few moments of standing around, Marie patted Four’s shoulder proudly and nodded her head wisely. “That’s my kid. Smartest agent in the Splatoon.” Four flushed and covered his face with the collar of his jacket, suddenly not too keen on sharing his smart thoughts anymore. Callie laughed at the display, then turned to her captain.

“He might be right, though. It is super cold, I mean, I’m barely keeping it together right now! And the sudden comfort from your cloak could have been the final splat bomb for the instincts to kick in. The Fooze really got to her, huh?”

Marie sighed. “Cod knows how many times she was splatted with that ink. I’m not too surprised it mixed with her a little.”

“Does this mean we have another Judd? Do you think she could be a judge in the tricolor Turf Wars during Splatfests? Lil’ Lil’ Judd?” Callie asked jokingly. But everyone took a moment to think about this. It wouldn’t be too crazy to think she got those skills, but they were unsure if that was even a mammal thing. It may just be a Judd thing. But, it could be possible that she also got extreme Turf Judging skills… But Four piped up again, no longer hiding in embarrassment within his Hero Suit’s collar.

“I don’t think so. Judd and Lil’ Judd are cats, hibernation is more of a bear thing.”

“Four, she’s literally purring. That’s a cat thing.” Callie replied bluntly.

Four went back into his clothed shell, this time pulling the hood over his head.

“Maybe she has a mix of a bunch of different mammals? The Fooze did have a lot of different DNA in it, she couldn’t possibly have only ended up with one mammal.” Marie offered and everyone nodded their heads in agreement after a few moments of thinking. Four even came out of his shell again to nod. It made sense.

Three clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Well, anyways. We need to move her to a more comfortable spot. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think the crate is the greatest thing to sleep on.” They signed.

“I don’t know, you seem quite comfortable sitting on it all the time. Maybe Junior really is your junior and loves the crate like you.” Four smiled cheekily. The Captain promptly flipped their fellow Cuttlefish off and reached out their arms to pick up the sleeping inkling… And then didn’t move because Neo had immediately latched onto the captain, her arms wrapping around the older inkling’s shoulders in a tight hug. For someone so deep in sleep, she had quite a tight grip. The click of a certain someone’s phone camera was heard and Captain turned their head, although rather difficult, to stare daggers into Callie. The phone was promptly put away after that. Returning their attention to Neo, they sighed. They might as well get comfy, there was no way she was going to let go anytime soon now.

There was a little struggle as they shifted to lean their back against the front of the crate, but eventually, they made it work. Now, they sat on the ground, legs laying straight out in front of them. Neo, in her sleep, had decided that the captain’s lap was the comfiest place on Earth and pretty much laid across it like Judd when he was feeling particularly affectionate. The Captain adjusted the cloak on the younger agent to work more as a blanket and gently laid their arm across her back. Their hand grazed one of her arms and they noticed how rough her fur felt there. It was stiff and maybe even a little matted. When was the last time this kid cleaned her fur? Or brushed it, at least. However the hell she could brush it. Hmm, thoughts for later. Right now, the Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon had a job of making sure this inkling was not disturbed during her comfortable slumber. They would make sure of that.

The group fell into a comfortable silence as they listened to the soft rumbles that the fuzzy inkling made. Little Buddy, who stood to the side as the captain moved Neo, ran up to said Captain’s unoccupied arm and shoved his face into it. A little bit of wiggling and he was comfortably tucked underneath the limb. Alright, so the Captain had two kids now. No big deal. 21 years old and they're already a parent.

A final sigh left the older inkling’s lips as they leaned back into the crate. They’d be stuck like this for a good bit.

“Hey everyone, I fixed the wires! The temperature should be back under control soon-” A collection of desperate shushes interrupted the magenta-inked octoling who had just returned from her “mission.” She looked around in confusion, wondering what the need for quiet was. She found her answer when her eyes landed on the soft scene Callie and Marie were pointing at.

On the ground, in front of the crate that Three usually sat on, was the captain themself and the newest additions to the Splatoon. All were asleep. Three had their head tucked into their shoulder while their arms held Neo and Little Buddy. Buddy slept soundly in the crook of the captain’s left arm, while Neo was curled into the older inkling’s lap and purring… wait, purring?!

“Yeah, we just found out she can do that, too,” Callie whispered to her upon noticing the shock on the octoling’s face. “Also, you’re a mom now. Congrats.”

Oh, Cod.

You leave for a few hours and suddenly you have kids, huh? Eight didn’t think she minded that, actually

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Camp Buddy (Modern Au)

Aris x female reader

Summary:When you meet Aris at summer camp, you end up as more than friends.

I had been going to the Camp Killzone since the end of middle school. I know the name sounds intimidating, but it's better than Camp Greiver. At least the camps are for thirteen to nineteen.

Speaking of age ranges I knew everyone who came and went. The kids mostly went because they don't like this place. I find its little cabins and hammocks rather charming.

At some point my friends only went because I dragged them, but this year was different. Teresa quite coming all together. Since she was leaving, Thomas wanted to spend his summer with her. Minho was going on an out of state trip with his Lacrosse team, and Newt was at some science camp for smart people. I was completely alone.

I sighed and watched everyone greet their friends. As usual it was the same groups as always. Nothing new ever happened here, but it would be so much fun if I had my friends.

I put my head on my hand and kept sitting at my same table. Why did my friends have to have lives?

♡ - - - ♡

Throughout the day I got more and more bored. Even bonfire night wasn't any fun. Eventually I decided that breaking one rule wouldn't hurt. Making sure everyone else was still distracted I snuck into the forest with nothing more than my flashlight.

Once I was deep enough to not be seen I turned on my flashlight only for another beam to be shining right back at me. I jumped back and put a hand over my racing heart. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the person was wearing a hood.

"Who are you?"I asked.

"Me? Who are you?"

"I asked first,"I reminded him

"Okay, I'm Aris,"He introduced, pulling his hood down. I hadn't seen him here before, and even if he always blended into the background I would at least know his face. Scratch that. I would definitely know his face. He was cute with bright blue eyes, and defined facial features.

"Okay, your turn,"He said, snapping out of my definitely weird staring spell.

"I'm Y/N. Is this your first year?"I asked.

"Is it that obvious?"He mumbled.

"No, I've just been here every summer. I know I'd remember you,"I said absentmindedly.

"What?"He asked.

"Uh, I just mean-uh -you have a nice face. Not in a weird way or anything. You're just kind of nice looking,"I settled on. "I'm sorry, I can't shut up when I'm nervous,"I sighed.

"Thanks. Your face is nice too."

"Well, I don't have anyone with me this summer, and you're new. Do you want to be my camp buddy?"I offered.

"Thanks Y/N. I'd like that,"He said, with a nice smile.

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This summer was the quickest one I'd ever had to have. Aris and I regularly snuck into the forest just because we could. We were partners for every hiking trip, every activity, and anything else you could think of here.

Unfortunately, every good thing must come to an end. In only five minutes I'd be on my bus, and he'd be on his.

"I'm going to miss you camp buddy."

"I'm going to miss you too, but we have each other's numbers on our bracelets. I'll get your address from there and write to you,"I promised.

"I wish I came here sooner."

"Don't be so negative. I met you now, didn't I?"I pointed out.

He went to say something when the buses pulled up.

"Well, I guess it's goodbye for now,"He sighed.

"Just for now."

I watched him walk into his bus line. He turned back, and I knew the last thing I had to do this summer. I got out of my bus line and ran to his.

"Hey Aris,"I called. He looked back, and I brushed my lips against him. It was hardly a second, but I still felt like I was one cloud nine.

We stood there grinning like idiots until a counselor had to ruin it. Looking back one last time I gave him a salute before getting on my bus already wishing it was next summer.

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Dear Y/N,

I wanted to write sooner, but school's been insane lately. Anyways I was on the bus ride home I was thinking about something. I never actually got a chance to say something after our kiss so I will now. My parents pushed to go to that summer camp for years, but I didn't want to actually talk to new people. Then, I met some random girl tripping over her words in a forest and telling me I had a nice face. I don't think you noticed, but I kept trying (and failing) to talk to you during the day. In the end being awkward finally paid off because I got to meet you. That was the best summer of my life. Even when we can't go to that camp anymore I promise we'll still know each other. I can't wait to be your camp buddy next summer.

Love,

Aris Jones

I smiled down at the letter and clutched it close to my heart. Turning over in my bed I went to sleep still holding his comforting words already dreaming of the next time I get to see my camp buddy.

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This is the perfect AU, sorry not sorry.

Like, I’ve read Lovely and I believe there’s another fic on Ao3 that has a similar premise but is kinda short (I can’t remember the name of the fic right now, forgive me, I’ve read so many fanfics.) But having a Platonic Yandere AU is so much fun.

Just for fun, I thought I’d throw some more ideas at it:

11. Nighteye was unaffected by the quirk when it came to All Might, he’s obsessed with All Might completely separately.

12. Having people obsess over him isn’t always a good thing for Izuku. His first big issue with this is Stain, who wants to be killed by Izuku, and is willing to commit murder in order to accomplish these goals.

13. Aizawa seems completely unaffected at first. But actually, he and Nedzu work very closely together, and they’re both really good at keeping their plans hidden and subtle. Aizawa wants his Problem Child to stay safe, and the best way to do that is to train him to be tougher than any villain he could come across. Aizawa was considering taking Problem child out of the hero course, but it came to his attention that Izuku is a trouble magnet that tosses himself in danger to save others, and that he’d probably go vigilante if he got kicked out of the hero course. Thus it’s safest for Izuku to become a hero.

14. It takes Nedzu a little while to figure out One for All’s effect on him. Nedzu is already overprotective and possessive with certain people, so at first he just thinks Izuku is just secretly related to Aizawa or something (not that it would be likely, considering Nedzu hacked into all of Aizawa’s records years ago). For way too long, Nedzu theorizes that his non-human status exempts him from being affected. In actuality, he’s already insane, so it doesn’t mess with him that much outside of making Izuku another one of Nedzu’s favorite people.

15. By the time summer camp rolls around, Izuku really wants to get rid of his quirk. It causes more trouble than it’s worth. When Izuku is kidnapped at Kamino, he gets the chance to give it up. Unfortunately, losing the quirk ruins the quality of Replacement Yoichi, so All for One does what he has to in order to make sure Izuku has the quirk: throwing additional quirks at Izuku so that he can’t turn his quirk off anymore and can’t get rid of the quirk too easily.

16. Speaking of which, All for One has probably underestimated the power of Class 1A, who go absolutely feral once Izuku is kidnapped.

17. You thought All for One being obsessed was bad? Well, Overhaul being obsessed is a whole other level of bad. Nighteye wishes he vaulted Izuku. Class 1A has to be stopped from storming the base once Izuku is kidnapped, because theyd never make it to Overhaul on their own. Overhaul sees Izuku as the perfect example of a human, something that belongs to him, that he can rip apart over and over in order to savor his suffering. He tries to clone Izuku, but it doesn’t work very well. Luckily, with Overhaul’s new obsession, Eri ends up practically forgotten, except used as a tool to control Izuku. Overhaul begins to train Eri’s quirk in order to attempt to rewind Izuku. Make him younger, more helpless, cute and small. (Child Izuku would still beat up Overhaul.)

18. Izuku eventually gets tired of people treating him like he’s delacite and small. Sure it’s good for having villains underestimate him, but it’s really annoying at times. Luckily, his new mentor has the same idea. By the way, his new mentor is Miruko, who takes on Izuku as a fight buddy. Nighteye is very unhappy about this, but has trouble voicing his opinions due to the fact that beating people up with Miruko makes Izuku happy (perhaps the key is to vault them both? No, it would be far too annoying to vault Miruko, and she’d probably beat you up if you tried).

19. The reason Miruko can fight with Izuku is because she sees herself in the kid. People think he’s innocent and sweet, and then he beats them up. Relatable. Also, the kind of person Miruko would appreciate the best is someone with strength she can respect.

20. Endeavor is an absolute creep once you factor Platonic Yandere into his system. He’d probably try to get Izuku and Fuyumi together. Shouto would kill his dad over making Izuku uncomfortable. This ruins Dabi’s revenge, but hey, it was all to protect Izuku- someone who could be Dabi’s brother in law if things go right. (Dabi is now playing matchmaker. He’s not very good at it.)

Imagine if instead of a strength enhancer, One for All was a Charisma enhancer.

There are so many ways to play off this (terrible) idea, considering the versatility of charisma.

Maybe Izuku is just really intimidating, and everyone backs down without much of a fight.

Maybe it makes him persuasive, and he can just argue people out of fighting through logic and words.

Maybe it makes people pay attention to him. It’s not useful on its own, but it could be used as a distraction.

Or maybe for Izuku, who seems cute and small, it makes people protective of him. (Turns every character Platonic Yandere by accident)

I don’t know what to do with this au, so I’m just throwing it at you for fun. Have a nice day.

Oh my, I can't decide which one of these is the best. So why not combine all of them?

One for All is a charisma enhancer, but how it manifests varies for each holder. Yoichi got the version that made everyone fall in love with him at first sight. Second and Third took one look at this starving dirty man in a vault, and boom, their hearts were gone.

Second got a charisma that made everyone look up to him as a leader. People instinctively trusted Third. Poor Hikage got the version that made everyone pay attention to him to the point where they forget everything else they were doing. He hated it so much that he ran off to live in the forest. Banjo found that everyone around him treated him as an aniki/big brother. En was so cute that everyone treated him as a little brother. Nana got the ability to argue people out of fighting with logic and words.

The ability kept growing stronger over time. All Might obtained an intense power of intimidation so strong that all his enemies surrendered at the sight of him. All Might's skinny form is his real form. He isn't strong at all, people just think he is. This All Might is like King from One Punch Man--he's never actually won a fight, all his enemies just give in to his intimidation. He beat All for One out of sheer luck when All for One slipped and fell onto one of his own quirk attacks.

Since the ability increases over time, Izuku gets the strongest version of all. Unfortunately for Izuku, he got the yandere variation. It could be platonic yandere or romantic yandere, depending on if the recipient finds Izuku attractive.

Every member of Izuku's class who is attracted to the male gender is in love with Izuku. The rest have intense platonic admiration. Katsuki constantly combusts around Izuku because he does not know how to handle the quirk forcing him to feel so much differently from his normal feelings and he hates it.

Luckily other holders of One for All are not affected. All Might thinks that Izuku's intimidating aura is just taking a little while to come in.

In this AU, Sir Nighteye objects to Izuku not out of dislike but because someone so adorable can't be allowed to fight! He might get hurt!

The ability doesn't affect Inko because it doesn't affect anyone who already loves Izuku. (For the same reason, the power wore off on Second and Third after they fell in love with Yoichi for real.)

This AU is not Dad for One. However, All for One takes one look at Izuku and decides that he is the perfect replacement Yoichi. Unfortunately for All for One, he has a lot of competition, because every single villain who meets Izuku wants to vault him. Frankly quite a few heroes have been thinking about it too. Sir Nighteye already has a vault full of All Might merch to lure Izuku in.

Izuku figures out he can weaponize this to make villains underestimate him, then defeat them.