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lovekz · 1 year

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baby mama (5)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can't get over her. it seems like she can't get over him either.

warnings : mentions of cheating, alcohol mention, reader is a bitch

note : shit boutta get crazy

by time taiju and anastasia made it back, shuji was long gone with a gift delivery.

not for you, but for anastasia.

the stupid souviners he lets her pick out along with something else he believes she'd like.

he claimed he forgot to grab it after your call, immediately rushing over to come comfort you.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when anastasia beamed in front of you.

"daddy got me a cute barbie with the dollhouse mommy!" anastasia giggled, showing you the doll.

she was brownskin, more than likely teresa or nicki.

you smiled at her, cupping her cheek. "that's good. go ahead upstairs." you said.

anastasia (suprisingly) listened immediately and skipped her way upstairs, leaving you alone with taiju.

he had just finished pulling in the dollhouse.

"looks cool." you said, nodding your head over to the dollhouse with a light smile.

he nodded, standing up to his full height and stretching.

you laughed at the sight, almost forgetting about what shuji had infromed you.

your baby daddy had a woman waiting at home for him, while he smiled up in your face.

you quickly shook that out of your thoughts, handing him a cold water bottle.

he took it gratefully and took a sip, sighing while he slid onto the couch next to you.

"gonna head home after i put it together." taiju said, looking over at you with a hum.

you nodded, shifting in your position. "your woman calling?" you questioned, taking a sip out of your own water bottle.

taiju immediately looked at you confused.

before he could open his mouth to say anything, you shrugged him off and shot him a smile.

so he let it go.

"i wanna invite you and ana to a barbecue." taiju said, sitting up in the seat.

he was on his toes now.

"your 5th anniversary, right? we'll be there. shu too." you shot back, giving him a warm smile.

you were panifully aware that taiju wasn't as fond of shuji as much as he made it out to be.

possibly because he over spoils anastasia, and definitely spray painted the side of taiju's house when he left you.

but he approved nonetheless.

not like he had a choice. shuji would come regardless, invite or not.

“we’re gonna be late!” shuji yelled from downstairs, crossing his arms.

you groan, grabbing up your purse and shuffling downstairs the stairs in annoyance.

shuji had anastasia in his lap, keeping her busy with some game he had on his phone.

he whistled at you and lifted the girl off his lap, meeting you half way.

“do a spin.” shuji immediately said, gesturing with his hand.

you flush a bit and smile. “what happened to being late?” you question immediately.

shuji kisses his teeth and crosses his arms, obviously waiting.

you roll your eyes and do a little spin to show him your outfit, making him smile.

“yes girl. make him regret that divorce.” shuji hyped you up, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you giggled lightly, watching as he made anastasia do a spin as well.

"alright lets go. grab my slippers." you said, grabbing your keys and stepping out of the house.

anastasia skipped out after you, hopping into her carseat with a caprisun in hand.

shuji climbed into the driver's seat, handing you your slippers.

"what do you need these for?" shuji questioned.

you waited until you were finished taking pictures of you and anastasia, before looking at shuji with a small smile.

"in case a bitch tries me and i break my heels. again." you informed, looking down at your new prada heels.

shuji rolled his eyes, starting the car and pulling off.

anastasia was too busy paying attention to her ipad to pay any attention to your conversation.

when you arrived, you were able to grab a spot in the driveway next to hakkai's car.

that meant no one was really there yet, or taiju has the drive way reserved.

and you were the only one missing.

you noticed a few familiar cars.

the famous designer, mitsuya takashi. also ana's uncle.

hakkai and yuzuha probably rode together, since her car is definitely missing.

your mechanic, draken.

and a few other famous people.

"big ass driveway." shuji complained, opening the door for you and anastasia to get out.

immediately, anastasia grabbed your hand and looked up at you with a pout.

you knew crowds weren't her thing, so you were praying there were some other kids here.

shuji guided you two into the house, music growing louder as you began to reach the back.

the spacious backyard was filled with people you knew, and some you barely recognize.

one thing did catch your eye though.

a woman hanging onto taiju while he stood by the grill with a seagrams in hand.

they were both smiling, engaged in a deep conversation.

before you could turn around and fix your attention on someone else, anastasia does what she knows best.

"daddy!" anastasia called out, dashing over to taiju.

taiju immediately snapped his head over to her, and moved away from the grill swiftly to catch her mid run.

"there my princess is!" taiju cooed, spinning her in the air.

you felt shuji press his hand into your lower back, ushering you to go while he stared into the woman's eyes.

you listen, walking over with a small smile at anastasia. not that lying 6'5 piece of shit.

taiju let her down and looked at you, smiling a bit. "you look good." taiju complimented.

"tell me something i don't know." you chuckled, letting him pull you into a hug.

before he pulled away, you pull him down lower by the back of his neck.

"better keep that bitch 6 feet away from my daughter. covid." you spat, before pressing a fat kiss on his cheek.

taiju rolled his eyes playfully, before nodding.

he didn't make a move to wipe the gloss stain off of his cheek as he let you stand on your own two feet.

you really didn't have to remind a bitch about herself tonight, you just wanted to look good and have fun tonight.

speak of the devil..

the woman walked up to you with a bright smile, tucking a hair behind her ear.

"you must be his baby mother. i'm his girlfriend, layna." she smiled, holding her hand out.

you looked at her hands, and back at her face.

you felt taiju's eyes on you, a frown adorning his face. 'behave' he mouthed to you.

they were both greeted with an eyeroll. "then you must know my name." you replied.

who did he think he was bossing you around?

taiju groaned quietly and pinched his nose, watching as you walked away from him and to the bar.

shuji was already at the bar, talking with manjiro sano. a pretty famous racer.

you took a seat next to him and looked at who was beside you, grinning almost immediately.

"well if it isn't my daughter's uncle." you said teasingly.

mitsuya whipped around, eyes wide. you shot him a smile back.

"oh yea. tonight is about to be fun!" mitsuya exclaimed, seeming to already had a few drinks.

everyone cheered, making you laugh.

oh yeah, it would be fun alright.

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tj-dragonblade · 8 months

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For the WIP game, all these sounds super interesting!!! But I'm particularly curious about the car wash fic?

This would be the sequel to Cutoff Shorts and Classic Cars, a PWP that struck me as 'oh that's a perfect sequel!' so I scribbled down a quick bit of opening sequence, then kind of forgot about. One day I'll get it written. In the meantime, here is the snippet that I managed to write (not really nsfw but I will put it under a cut for mention of fluids just in case):

"So I did some checking online this morning, and it turns out that vaginal fluids might not be the kindest thing for the paint. And sure it's been sitting all night and any damage has probably been done, but I figure a quick wash anyway can't hurt right? Especially since it's nice out again."

Dream's sexual fluids are in fact composed of dreamstuff, in the same way that his clothes and his boots and indeed his own physical form in this realm are, and had been tempered to not harm the clear coat once he had decided to sit on the car. He had also vanished the mess yesterday afternoon as Hob carried him indoors, as only seemed courteous.

He should tell Hob these things, he thinks, watching as Hob turns back to the car, sprays it down. He glances back to Dream with a wink and angles the hose up, tilts his face into the misting spray that showers down about him, shaking out his hair. The line of his throat gleams wetly and the white of his shirt is quickly soaked to transparency, chest hair outlined in glorious relief beneath it.

Dream settles back in the rickety woven-plastic folding chair that Hob has provided him, hunger stirring in his belly.

He will. Tell Hob later.

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#tagmemes #askmemes #thank you!#TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: carwash

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schrijverr · 11 months

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 28

Chapter 28 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, With everyone healed, they slowly move back into their lives. As the dust settles, Steve and Eddie go on their first date together.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie & buckingham

Warnings: hate-crime mention, brief child abuse mention, period typical homophobia (I promise it’s the happy chapter, nothing happens)

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Chapter 28: The First Date

Time has passed since Eddie first woke up again. Despite his coma, he’s been recovering pretty well all things considered and is released pretty soon alongside Max and Chrissy.

Steve has stayed in the hospital with him for most of it, growing closer to both Eddie and his uncle, while they kept an eye on everyone else too. Despite Robin’s earlier judgments of Eddie, the two have hit it off and Chrissy has also easily come into the fold, turning their trio into a quartet of queer dumbasses.

Chrissy has been officially disowned and is going to stay with the Buckleys until she’s fully healed up. They would keep her longer, but they don’t have the means with only a nurse and a low on the ladder office grunt salary. Just like Steve couldn’t stay forever, even when they wanted him too.

However, Steve will take her in after. Hopper has legally come back from the dead and they have worked out a deal that Steve can buy his cabin from him slowly over the years.

The room that used to be a haunting shrine to his memory is now packed up with joy as Hopper moves out of Steve’s cabin. The Byers are moving back to Hawkins, Hopper is moving in with them, not wanting to rip another family from his daughter and the relationship he now has with Joyce.

The Byers and Hoppers had cleaned the spray paint off and fixed up the door. Steve nearly cried in thanks when he got home to find it welcoming and lively, instead of that violated mockery of his safe space.

At first, Will and El shared Steve’s bed as Steve slept on the couch, while Hopper and Joyce took Hopper’s bed. Jonathan and Argyle had found some mattresses to put on the floor. It were way too many people for the small cabin, but it was filled with joy and people. Steve needed people whenever he wasn’t sleeping at the hospital, unable to be alone.

Of course, he slept over at Robin’s place too, the three of them gossiping and joking around, laughing as they forgot how the world can be cruel to people like them.

It wasn’t without ups and downs of course. Steve had his first bad nightmare soon after going home to sleep, instead of staying at the hospital. It was mortifying, but while tea with Joyce wasn’t the same as tea with Robin, card games with Chrissy or hot chocolate with Eddie, it was still pretty good. It felt a lot like understanding. Like acceptance.

He also finally talks with Nancy. After they’ve waved goodbye to the Byers, who are off to Cali to finish the year there, she pulls him aside and asks: “Uhm, what you said, you know, in the Upside Down, that you, uhm, that you-”

“That I’m in love with Eddie,” Steve fills in for her, putting her out of her misery.

“Yeah, that. Is that…?” Nancy struggles a little more.

“That is still a thing yeah, I’m gay,” Steve tells her and it feels good to tell her that. “I didn’t figure it out until after fighting that demogorgon and even then I denied it for a long time. Sorry for leading you on when it wasn’t going to work out between us.”

“It’s okay, I- I wasn’t in a good place either then,” Nancy gives him a smile and it finally feels like they’re friends again. “I felt safe with you, still do, but- It’s not the same. I- I am also sorry, for being weird during everything.”

“Oh,” Steve says, not able to give another reaction, because he was pretty sure she was never going to mention that ever again.

“Me and Jonathan talked,” she says. “We were in a rough spot before, I guess. Still are. Uhm, he- he’s going to take a gap year, stay with his family, but I can’t stay here. I’m leaving in the fall for college. But with Hopper here, Jonathan is planning on coming with me next year, maybe in the spring already. So, we’re just taking it slow. Seeing where it’s going.”

“That’s good, Nance. I’m happy for you,” Steve tells her genuinely. Because he is. They have had their worst moments together, been their worst selves around the other, have seen their lows, but he would never wish her ill will. She’s been through a lot and she deserves to get better.

“Thank you,” she says. “I’m also happy for you and Eddie. You seem happier with him. You deserve that.”

Steve feels himself blush. It’s still new, but so wonderful and he can’t help but be happy whenever his relationship is mentioned. “Thank you, I am happy.”

And that’s the end of that conversation. They’re not best friends, Steve doesn’t think they’re ever going to be after all that has happened between them, but they are friends. The air is cleared and they’re both finally on the same page.

It feels good to close that chapter behind him on good terms.

Meanwhile, he’s starting a new chapter. With Eddie. Their date has taken a back burner, since Eddie couldn’t leave the house much at first. But Steve has gotten to sit in on his games with the kids, which has been great. Steve is never going to get into DnD, it isn’t for him, but it’s cute how excited they all get and he can listen to Eddie talk for hours and not get bored.

However, enough time has passed and tonight, he and Eddie are going on a date.

A date!

Steve’s first date with a boy.

Eddie’s first date ever.

It feels big.

Huge.

Too big.

But also, so so good.

However, it being good, doesn’t mean Steve is not nearly shaking apart with nerves. Which is how he finds himself on Robin’s bed, groaning into his hands as he complains: “I don’t know what to wear. Robbie, save me!”

“Well, you brought about your entire fucking wardrobe, there must be something,” she rolls her eyes, justified in her annoyance, since she’s been forced to listen to Steve whine about his date for days now.

“But none of it is cute,” Steve pouts.

“You’ve been on dates before. Many!” Robin exclaims. “Why are you being so difficult now? It’s just Eddie. He’s not even that hot. He’s a weirdo who walks on tables, which is highly unsanitary, by the way.”

“But I actually like Eddie,” Steve whines. “And he is cute. He’s passionate.”

Robin doesn’t look like she fully gets that he can actually find Eddie attractive, but she softens up a little when reminded of the fact that those dates he’d gone on were to hide. So, she says: “I can ask Chrissy to tell you what looks hot. She’s still into men.”

Steve considers it for a moment, then shakes his head. “I want you to tell me,” he says petulantly.

“Chrissy’s your friend too. She actually knows what she’s talking about,” Robin huffs.

Chrissy is currently trying to catch up on all the work she missed while being in the hospital and unable to attend school just yet. They could go bother her, but with the two of them dating and Steve spending a lot of time with Eddie, he wants to hang out with Robin. She’ll always be his number one.

“No,” he shakes his head again. “Chrissy will tell me what cheerleaders will like, you can tell me what weirdos like.”

“You’re also a weirdo, dingus,” Robin informs him, but she looks pleased with his insistence.

She gets up and starts going through the pile of clothes Steve brought with a little more interest than before. He’s sure that once he leaves for his date, she’ll squirrel away some of his clothes, but he doesn’t care. He has a few of her shirts hidden at his cabin too.

Robin contemplates for a second, then pulls out a pale yellow polo and holds it up. “This,” she says. “And jeans. Because Eddie is a weirdo like me, who actually likes a preppy cheerleader. I promise, he’ll like this.”

Steve laughs, but not at her, just delighted at the fact they get to do this. That they get to talk about their partners and pick out clothes for their dates. It makes him feel light.

“Go on. Change!” Robin demands, holding out the outfit to him in excitement.

“Okay, okay,” Steve smiles, taking the clothes as he starts undressing. Neither of them have made an effort with modesty, so Robin just waits as Steve changes into the outfit.

“Spin,” she demands.

Steve spins.

“Yes,” Robin nods. “It’s perfect. You look like a preppy little puppy.”

“And that is good?” Steve asks, amused and a little tentative.

“That’s good,” Robin assures him.

“Thank you,” he grins happily, flopping back down on the bed next to her. He’s still nervous, but having Robin help with his outfit calmed him a little.

“Of course, Stevie,” Robin smiles at him. “You’re gonna call me when you get back, right?”

“If I get back,” Steve winks.

“Dingussss,” Robin whines. “Then you call me from Eddie’s place.”

It should be overbearing. It should feel like it crosses a line to be so wrapped up in each other’s lives. But it never has with Robin. She has called him so many times after dates with Chrissy or other big moments. Sometimes she’s alone, sometimes Chrissy will be giggling through the line as well. They click together.

“I’ll call you form Eddie’s place,” Steve promises.

“Good,” Robin nods decisively. “And have fun and all that of course.”

“Wow, thank you for your gracious wishes,” Steve snorts.

“Oh shut up,” Robin giggles, pushing him softly, though he pretends it’s much harder as he groans dramatically and rolls off the bed. Of course, Robin doesn’t believe him for a second, rolling her eyes as she calls him a drama queen.

The two fuck around a bit more as Steve pushes his clothes in the corner, before Robin follows him to the bathroom where he fixes his hair. A part of his products permanently lives at the Buckley house with how often he’s there.

Despite the fact that they have only one daughter, the shelve in their shower is bursting with both Chrissy’s and Steve’s stuff as well. The two of them taken into the fold of Daisy’s and Thomas’ kindness and acceptance.

All of them came out to them after their stint in the hospital. They’ve always kind of known with Robin with how she started acting when she hit puberty, never fully hiding, but not admitting it either. With the rumors that floated around about Steve last summer and Chrissy’s attachment to Robin, it wasn’t difficult to make assumptions, though they patiently waited for them to be ready to say something.

Once Steve deems himself done, they stumble down the stairs. Chrissy throws down her pencil enthusiastically when she seems them, happy to be done. She smiles: “You look great, Stevie!”

Steve twirls a little, blushing as he grins: “Thank you, Chris.”

Thomas pops his head out of the kitchen. Daisy is working late today, so he’s cooking. He knows what’s been happening, also having opened the door for Steve holding all his clothes, after which Robin pushed him aside, exclaiming how it was an emergency. Then they had to calm him down that no, it wasn’t a bad emergency, just a teen emergency. Robin gets her anxiety from her father.

Now, he just smiles at Steve and says: “Have fun. And be safe. Don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Robin groans in embarrassment at her dad and Steve feels himself flush. Still, he’s more touched than embarrassed at the concern for him, finally having adults in his life that actually care, so he smiles at Thomas and promises: “I will.”

“You’ll call us when you get back, right?” Chrissy asks, before Robin can accompany Steve to the door. She would join too, but still being in casts makes being stationary easier.

Steve smiles at the fact that Chrissy has also picked up on their closeness habit. He ruffles her hair in a way that has her squawking and ducking away, as he says: “I will.”

Then Robin walks him to the door, the two dragging out their goodbyes as they always do, trying to cling to the other for as long as they can, before they truly part ways. With that done, Steve gets into his car and drives to the trailer park.

Eddie is sitting on the steps of his trailer when Steve pulls into the trailer park. He’s smoking a cigarette in a way that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, long fingers deftly holding the cig, bracelets moving whenever his arm moves.

Steve swallows heavily, before he parks the car, now getting spotted by Eddie. He lights up, those beautiful eyes sparkling as he waves, shaking his head to unsuccessfully get his hair in check and out of his face.

“Stevie,” Eddie greets, stepping closer, realizing their outside and awkwardly leaning back out of Steve’s space.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve replies, smiling, though that twinge still goes through him. He might finally be at a place where he is comfortable with his sexuality, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world is. So, bro high five it is for now. “Come on, let’s go,” he nods to the car to distract from the reality and get the date back on track.

Eddie grins happily at that and does a dorky little cheer that Steve finds way more attractive than he should.

When he looks away he meets Max’s eyes. Being in the hospital has really scared her mom and the two have been closer than ever. Steve helped Wayne built a ramp to the trailer so Max can get in with her wheelchair. Right now she is at the top of that ramp, giving Steve an amused look.

He flips her off with a grin, then gets back in the car. His sides twinge a little, but his stitches have been taken out finally. Eddie’s are also still there right under his shirt and pants, but right now neither of them care. The wounds are healing, aches are fading and all of them are looking towards the future.

Steve starts to drive and Eddie smiles at him when he glances over. “Hey, Stevie,” he greets, a shy smile on his lips.

“Hi, baby,” Steve says back, letting his voice go soft and warm. He has done this song and dance many times before, but this time it feels good to see the person he’s with blush and giggle, leaning in slightly.

They’re on the bigger road now, which leads out of town, so Steve feels a bit more confident to put his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Next to him, Eddie takes a sharp breath and Steve listens to see if it was surprise of discomfort, making himself at home when it turns out to be surprise.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, but Eddie has never done well with silence, so he breaks it when he asks: “So, how is this gonna go?”

Steve knows Eddie must be even more nervous than he is. The second he saw Eddie grin, most of his nerves faded. He has done this before, he knows this. It feels right with Eddie. However, Eddie is in the deep end without swimming lessons.

So, he projects as much confidence and comfort in his voice as he answers: “Well, I’m gonna drive to a town where no one knows us. We’re gonna get fries and milkshakes that we’re gonna eat on the hood of the car in a parking lot somewhere. Then we’re going to the drive in theater and watch a movie. And then we’ll drive home. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good,” Eddie answers, boisterous personality creeping back into his voice again. It is not as if Eddie hadn’t known what they were gonna do, Steve told him before, but he obviously had to hear it again.

“Good,” Steve grins, glancing over to meet Eddie’s own. “Now, pick a tape and put it on.”

Eddie dives into his glove box with glee, judging Steve with fondness as he goes. Steve can defend himself about some of his music tapes, since Robin, Chrissy and all the kids have left tapes to play throughout the years. Others… not so much.

Then Eddie stills and his voice is suddenly quieter as he asks: “Why- You have the Master of Puppets album.”

“Oh, yeah, I, uhm, I might have bought it,” Steve flushes, a bit embarrassed. “So you would have something to listen to that you liked when we drove.”

He doesn’t dare to look at Eddie, instead focusing on the road. But he shouldn’t have worried, Eddie lets out a loud noise, somewhere between a squeal and a scream, before he exclaims: “That is so sweet,” and rushes to put in the tape.

At the positive reaction, the smile returns to Steve’s lips, widening even more.

In the passenger seat, Eddie starts to head bang wildly, singing along to the songs in that deep, nice voice of his that Steve has come to love so much. Corroded Coffin hasn’t performed yet since spring break, but this private concert of pure joy is the best Steve has ever seen.

The drive is filled with karaoke, laughter and jokes. It’s perfect, just driving them could have been the date and Steve would have been happy.

Still, he’s excited for the rest of their date as they pull up to a diner. Inside they keep their distance, Steve talking to Eddie about the latest baseball game, he watched with Lucas and Hopper. Eddie nods along, listening. It’s sweet that he’s trying, because Steve knows that it isn’t really Eddie’s cup of tea.

They both order fries and a milkshake, like Steve had suggested, but they also order a burger. Then wait until they can take it with them.

Steve drives them to an empty field, parking alongside the road and they spill out of the car, both giggling like they’ve done something they shouldn’t.

They sit shoulder to shoulder on the hood of the car. Eddie leans his head on Steve’s shoulder and Steve feels like his heart explodes as he buries his nose in Eddie’s curls for a second, breathing in the smell of smoke that clings to Eddie and his three-in-one shampoo, conditioner, body wash that Steve despises yet loves.

Despite having their own, they steal fries from the other and share their milkshakes as they point out shapes in the clouds to each other. They laugh like little kids when one looks like a dick, before Eddie gets distracted by a cloud he swears looks like a d20, but Steve can only see a blob.

When their food is gone, they get back in the car again, this time they hold hands over the console as Steve navigates to the drive in theater and Eddie insists on buying their tickets, since Steve paid for dinner.

Steve argues: “I asked you out, I pay. You can pay next time.”

Eddie blushes happily at the next time, but shakes his head stubbornly anyway. “I feel like it was a mutual asking out, despite all the end of the world things. Besides, I finally have money – government hush money, but still – if I want to help my boyfriend pay for our date, I should be allowed to.”

If he’s honest, Steve was sold the second Eddie said boyfriend. He still can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he has a boyfriend now and it’s enough to make him smile widely like a giddy loon.

Of course, Eddie clocks that immediately and soon Steve is standing next to Eddie as he defiantly pays for their tickets. Though Steve doesn’t mind, Eddie looks cute when he’s smug.

Afterwards, Steve couldn’t tell you what the movie was actually about (luckily he doesn’t work at Family Video anymore, having been fired for obvious reasons). Instead, he spends the whole movie staring at Eddie, holding his hand.

They’re parked in the back, out of sight as best as they can. It gives them the confidence to sneak a few kisses here and there, though nothing more than that.

They’ve kissed before, but Steve never tires of it. Eddie is just so eager and enthusiastic. It’s endearing and hot. He’ll make soft noises against Steve’s mouth and grip him as closely as Steve grips him. Despite the amounts of girls he kissed, he never knew how much fun just making out could be. He could kiss Eddie for hours.

The movies ends and they drive back home, this time the music playing quietly in the background as they talk.

“I wanna go to college, is that weird?” Eddie softly says.

“Why would that be weird?” Steve asks.

“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugs. “I’ve failed senior year two times, only reason I’m even graduating this year is because you threatened the government into feeling bad about me being hunted by the town and nearly dying for their mistakes.”

“You’re smart. If you want to I think you can do it,” Steve tells him. “What would you wanna do?”

“Creative writing,” Eddie smiles, it’s small and a little shy. He explains: “I love music and if the band takes off, I’m 100% doing it, because that would be the dream. But I love stories more. Like, I can work on my DnD campaigns for hours and I love thinking about the stories. Reading. I want to create worlds.”

“That sounds amazing,” Steve tells him honestly. He has always loved listening to Eddie talk, following along as he spins a tale out of thin air. “You can definitely do it.”

“You think so?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, I do,” Steve replies. “Ask any of the kids and they tell you your campaigns are insane. I think so too from all I’ve heard second hand and what I witnessed. You’re a natural storyteller. You can totally do it.”

“So, you don’t think it’s silly?” Eddie inquires, sounding like he believes Steve, but needs to hear it again.

“I don’t,” Steve tells him. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Not far and nowhere special,” Eddie says, excitement bleeding in again. It’s clear he’s thought about it a lot. “I wanna start following courses at the community college, part time at first so I can work and help uncle Wayne pay the bills. Hush money is good, but doesn’t solve everything.”

That Steve knows. The hush money allows him to have a few nice things and bridge the gap when he looked for new employment, but he’s not set for life or anything close to it. So, he hums his understanding.

“I might follow Robin and Chrissy,” Eddie goes on, catching Steve’s interest more. “I mean, Robin is waiting for her right?”

“Yeah, saving up for college,” Steve says.

“And you’re probably following those two to where ever they decide to go to college?” Eddie continues.

Steve flushes slightly. It’s not that he wants to do long distance with Eddie, but the thought of not living near Robin kills him. He can’t survive if he can’t easily check up on her in the middle of the night. “Yeah, sorry,” he whispers.

“No need for sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says in that soothing deep rumble, obviously having caught onto Steve’s thoughts. “I knew you two weren’t going anywhere without the other when I agreed to date you. I want to stick close to them too.”

The confession eases something in Steve’s chest and happily he says: “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “Robs is pretty cool, Chrissy too. I like them. I wouldn’t mind transferring whatever college credits I build up here to a local college elsewhere. We can all rent an apartment together, two couples, but they don’t have to know how. It’ll be fun.”

Steve can picture it in his mind’s eye. When Eddie suggested running away to the city together, bats circling above their heads, he didn’t have the mind to think about the details. But he can’t say he doesn’t like the image Eddie’s painting.

“I’d love that,” he admits softly.

“That’s good,” Eddie smiles. Then asks: “What do you wanna do?”

Steve thinks, rubbing his thumb over Eddie’s hand mindlessly as he does. The two haven’t let go since they got back in the car after paying for tickets.

“I don’t wanna go to college,” Steve tells him after a moment. “Everyone always thought I would, but I don’t want to. I wanna work with Robin in that stupid fruit shop until you all go to college and then I wanna do something with my hands.”

“That sounds like a good goal to work towards,” Eddie says. “Know what you wanna do with your hands yet?”

“No, not yet,” Steve answers. “I might go to trade’s school or find someone who wants to take me in and teach me. I liked patching up the cabin or working on my car. So something like that, probably.”

“You’d look hot in overalls,” Eddie teases and Steve blushes, giggling like the girls he used to take on dates.

They continue to build possible futures they could have together as they drive. Most of them probably won’t exist, but some of them might and it’s good to dream. To believe you can have a future like that.

Steve’s heart feels full with affection to the boy next to him. Neither of them has had it easy, but it feels like the hard part is behind them. That they made it and only need to see where it goes from here, but they can only go up anyway, so it’s okay.

It’s already dark when they get to the trailer park. Most people are already inside, so no one sees the two boys in the front of the car.

“Do you, uhm- do you want to come inside?” Eddie offers tentatively.

They’ve hung out quite a lot already with some heavy making out involved too. However, something in Eddie’s voice sounds too hesitant and Steve finds he doesn’t want to. Not yet.

He shakes his head and softly confesses: “It’s probably silly, but no, I- I wanna do this right, if that makes sense? I finally get to do this with someone I actually like and I want to build it up first, take my time, because I don’t have to rush. It’s stupid, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s not stupid at all,” Eddie quickly says. “I- I quite like that idea.”

“Yeah?” Steve looks up, meeting those eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, a bit breathless as he stares at Steve with those big beautiful brown eyes of his.

Cutting the tension, Steve smirks and affectionately teases: “Want to get fully romanced, huh, Eds?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind the full wooing experience,” Eddie grins back, but he betrays his sincerity by curling his hair around his finger.

Steve finds his own features softening and he says: “Let me walk you to the door then. Promise to kiss you goodnight.”

Now Eddie takes the hair he’s been curling around his finger and pulls it in front of his face. In juxtaposition to his actions, he says: “Oh fuck off, Steve.”

“I like sweetheart better,” Steve tells him in a moment of confidence, kissing the hand he’s still holding, before dropping it and getting out of the car.

Eddie scrambles out after him, a little less graceful that Steve had been. Steve doesn’t care, though, he loves how Eddie flip flops between dramatics, grace and clumsiness. It’s part of his charm and Steve is properly charmed.

The two walk to the door. The porch light is left on by Wayne, before he left to work, but Eddie flicks it off, so nosy neighbors won’t be able to see.

He leans in close to Steve, but doesn’t press their lips together, instead smirking as he says: “So, sweetheart, huh?”

Steve feels himself blush, both at the tease and due to the heat that settles in his veins when the petname rolls of Eddie’s lips. “Yeah,” is all he says, a bit dumbly.

Eddie looks pleased with himself, his fingers skittering along Steve’s body until they fall to his waist, curling around his belt loops. Eddie tugs a little as he says: “I was promised a kiss goodnight, remember, sweetheart?”

And it is absolutely unfair how Eddie is using it against Steve, but Steve doesn’t mind it in the slightest, if it means Eddie will call him sweetheart for the rest of their lives.

So, like the whipped boyfriend he is, he obligingly leans down and presses his lips against Eddie’s, enjoying how they’re a little chapped, yet so soft. Softer than Steve had imagined them to be, before they first kissed.

They continue kissing for a little bit longer, neither of them wanting it to end. However, Steve is aware of how vulnerable they are like this, so after a bit, he pulls away and smiles at Eddie: “Is this a yes for a second date?”

“Of course it is,” Eddie smiles. “It was even before you asked me on the first.”

It’s so sincere how he says it and Steve is swept off his feet, unable to help how his heart swells at the words. “Oh,” he replies, giddy. “That’s good.”

“I’m glad,” Eddie tells him, dimples in place like they had been throughout the whole date.

Without making a conscious decision, Steve reaches up to cup Eddie’s face, thumb caressing the right dimple. “I love your smile,” he says, voice filled with awe and affection.

Eddie blushes brightly, Steve can see, even in the dark of the night. He tries to hide, but his fingers are still tangled in Steve’s belt loops and the hand holds him in sight.

“Pretty,” Steve breathes.

“You’re the pretty one, sweetheart,” Eddie replies, getting his blush under control.

“Beautiful then,” Steve corrects, smirking as Eddie blushes once more, this time nuzzling his hand to hide his face. Steve takes pity on him and pulls him into a hug, letting Eddie hide his blush against the crook of his neck.

God, he never wants to leave this moment.

However, the moment cannot last forever, so they each bid the other goodnight, before Eddie opens the door and flicks on the lights, while Steve goes back to his car.

Eddie remains in the doorway as Steve starts the car and begins to drive, waving until he disappears out of sight in the rear view mirror.

All the way home, Steve feels like he’s floating on a cloud and he practically bounces up the stairs to the cabin, keys jingling happily as he unlocks the door.

Inside, the cabin is quiet. The Byers are starting to pack their stuff back in Cali as the kids try to finish up the school year like the rest of the party is trying here. Steve misses the liveliness, but he’s grateful for the privacy.

He kicks off his shoes and falls on the couch, grabbing the phone as he dials a familiar number, not having to wait long, before Robin exclaims: “Steve?”

“Yeah, yeah, Robbie, it’s me,” he tells her, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, how did it go?” she demands to know.

In the background he hears Chrissy say: “It’s pretty late. Ask if he’s at Eddie. Did they do it?”

“Are you at Eddie’s?” Robin asks, relaying the message, before Steve can hear her move around so Chrissy can listen in as well.

“I’m at home,” Steve answers. “We wanted to do it right. Do the whole romance thing. I kissed him goodnight at the door.”

Chrissy squeals and says: “That’s so cute. Was it a good date?”

“It was,” Steve answers happily, sagging back into the couch as he tells the two of them all about it, not sparing a single detail.

When he sat on the bleachers, dejectedly watching the basketball before the cheer team distracted him, he couldn’t have imagines where his life would be one and a half years later. A lot has happened, not all of it good, but the friends he made because of it are worth it all.

This is the life he wants to live. The future he wants to work towards. And now he can.

A/N:

Eddie deserves to be a little flustered and to be treated right. We love a confident Eddie, but he is also a massive dork at heart <3

I know this is a little shorter than the others, but it felt silly just to drag it out for the sake of it all, but hopefully you enjoyed it all. Thank you so much for reading it in it’s entirely (know that you’ve just read 251 pages), it was a thrill to write :D (and totally didn’t take me from Feb to July to complete before I started posting, what? xp)

#rr writing #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #eddie lives au #st post season 4 #platonic stobin #stobin #chrissy cunningham #chrissy lives au #buckingham #cheerleader steve harrington au #nancy wheeler

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flingza-roller · 2 years

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Hi hi wow your cosplay looks so cool, do you have any tips or advice on making a splatoon cosplay? And happy birthday for last week, that pinata video lives in my head rent free

OUGH THANK U!! it makes me rly happy that so many people like my cosplay.... i appreciate all the stuff yall have said so much!

gonna put this under the cut cuz i typed a lot lmao

if u can find patterns online to use they will be ur best friend, winging it CAN work but. not always DSGKJ

so there would be a lot to cover but im just gonna gonna start with the tentacles- mine are made from minky but i know ppl who've used like, a more vinyl-ish material? do NOT fucking use satin, i made that mistake with my original agent 3 cosplay and i nearly smashed my sewing machine out of pure rage. satin + minky is SO slippery and no matter what u do the pattern will just, Fuck Up. its why the tentacles were shaped so weirdly :/ so this time i stuck to ONLY minky and the result was way better. i had a friend help with hand sewing em and it meant more control over how the shape turns out so it was way better than my first attempt. (i then used plushie stuffing to give em shape and it makes em sooo fucking squishy n soft)

I FORGOT TO MENTION. the tentacles are safety pinned to the inside of the hat for stability, im not wearing a wig or anything.

eye mask? use eyeliner or body paint! ive done both and they both work well, id recommend using a setting spray tho. and if ur gonna wear contacts like i did, ALWAYS put contacts in before any makeup. this avoids the risk of getting shit in ur eye while putting em in (also my eyes always water a fucktonne lmao) oh and if u use a blind contact, be prepared to have fucky vision whenever ur in cosplay. agent 3 cosplayers stay suffering 💔

if ur gonna hand sew anything, definitely try to use proper techniques. luckily my gf is very good at that kinda stuff and they helped me through sewing the poncho/cape/idk fuckin old rags, i used a whip stitch so the threading isnt visible (im thinking of modifying it to add big thick cosmetic stitches so it looks more game-accurate, same with the patch on the hat)

craft stores are ur best friend for supplies! if ur australian, i highly recommend spotlight and lincraft for pretty much everything. spotlight usually has the most variety in fabric, but i always need to order my minky online. if ur not an aussie, prolly just google which places to go to DSGJ idk what yall have.

but heres my number 1 tip for cosplay- HAVE FUN! i know this sounds cliche but seriously. i sometimes to caught up in my head over little things, like "this isnt game accurate enough" "the colours are off" "people are gonna notice (X)" but cosplay is supposed to be fun, silly, crafting experience, a hobby, but most of all ur just dressing up as a fictional character and what could possibly be dorkier than that? feel free to do things differently, u never need to adhere to canon (i literally did the hijack scar AND i have a face full of metal), being accurate is NOT the most important thing, and of course- body type, gender, skin colour, NONE of these things should stop u from doing whatever the hell u want. the naysayers can go fuck themselves <3

and if u dont have the budget to buy good supplies, theres nothing wrong with a closet cosplay! work with whatever ya got!

imma finish here but if theres a specific cosplay thing u wanna know more about please ask and ill help as much as i can :]

#text #long #cosplay #btw the headphones and thongs are just painted bc whatever #i wanna do LED headphones someday but thats way outta my league #gonna do it anyway tho cuz im insane #i didnt talk about the hat but i literally just grabbed my sailor hat and glued on fabric n shit #took me hours to measure everything out properly and the nss emblem gave me HELL but it was worth it #THANK U FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH BTW ILY

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aspl1tl1fe · 2 years

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Setting Up Audre 5.2

Today we’re back at the PI Strip on 10 Pleasant Boulevard to take a look at the last retail shop that I fully renovated in @one-plumbob’s custom world, Pleasant Isle. As I mentioned in the first post for this lot, one-plumbob had 10 Pleasant Boulevard set up as the world’s elixir shop. The areas currently reserved for the unfinished housewares store, and the Audre African Arts Gallery were just shells. The only area that was furnished was the section of the building featured in this post.

This building I now call Sun and Sea Pharmacy, because the sign I used had those images on it, lol. While the structure was a multi story community space, I either cut access to the basement, or completely deleted it. I can’t remember with certainty which I did.

The front of the building pretty much remains the same; two entrances with yellow benches sat out between them. The changes I did make were mostly cosmetic. I moved the neon sign that was once above the gallery entrance onto the pharmacy’s outer front windows. I added some welcome mats in front of each entrance, although I totally forgot to recolor them. I also decorated the window panes with custom medical posters that I want to say came from @aroundthesims, but may be from another creator.

If anyone wants to verify/correct me on this, just comment and I’ll update the post.

The original lot used a nice wood pattern inside that I decided to add to all the shelving. I also used it for the register/prescription drug section of the pharmacy. That being, the columns, the half walls, counters, etc.

I think I might have lightened the white of the windows, switching it from wood to a custom miscellaneous white. I also changed the color of the paint above the wall panel, but the floor is the same as the original.

Unlike some of my other games, where I have a sim dedicated to making potions, Audre isn’t meant to be played in rounds that allow me to make sure all my sims are contributing to world upkeep. Additionally, while @anitmb’s merchant mod sales potions fine, I think it can’t clone them, so I wouldn’t be able to load a sim’s inventory from potions made in another game and resale them using the clone option.

So there are no potions. Instead, the pharmacy carries all the custom soaps, bubble bath, and bath bombs (which I think are rubber ducks) by Sandy, @mspoodle1, and @phoebejaysims (I might be missing someone here, lol).

Sun And Sea also carries the shower in a can and mosquito spray bottles that came with World Adventures, and probably one or two custom recolors of those items most likely made by one of the already mentioned creators.

Of course, using the merchant mod means being able to sale the custom personal care and house cleaning items on display. So there will be plenty of other items on sale here.

Several months back I introduced a friend to TS3 by loading up this save and showing off my renos. They’ve heard me talk about the sims, and watched a few minutes of Let’s Plays, but this was there first time really getting a look around in one of my games. This friend lives in the area that Pleasant Isle takes it’s inspiration from. They complemented both Sunflower Fresh Market (the most popular reno from this series), and Sun and Sea Pharmacy.

I guess these shops look the most like the places they visit on the daily.

Well, that’s it for now. Once I’m able to complete another reno for this world I’ll post more. Hope you all enjoyed theses posts and are having fun simming in your own games.

#TS3 #Audre #TS3gameSetup #ts3gameplay #ts3 gameplay #TheSims3 #TheSims #@one-plumbob #one-plumbob #Pleasant Isle #@aroundthesims #aroundthesims #@anitmb #anitmb #@mspoodle1 #mspoodle1 #@phoebejaysims #phoebejaysims

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rayniscatstatue · 2 years

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Tax Fraud Games

Word count: 1014

Prompts: none (forgot to add them in the fic when I actually wrote it)

Character relationships: Sophie Foster, Dex Dizznne, Biana Vacker and Fitz Vacker (platonic)

Summary: Sophie, Dex, Biana and Fitz play monopoly while Keefe is with the Neverseen. Fitz flips the broad after Sophie wins. It’s just friends hanging out and being teenagers.

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The three friends watch as Sophie puts down a monopoly board in front of them.

"Go ahead, read the long as fuck instructions." The blonde says as Fitz grabs the sheet of paper.

"Like it will be complicated." Fitz starts to read the introductions out loud to the rest of the group.

Sophie sitting there with a smirk on her face as Biana rests her head on Dex's shoulder.

The four were seated in the Rimeshire living room in a circle. Sophie sitting between Fitz and Biana with Dex sitting across from her.

"How much longer?" Biana whines as she wraps her arms around her knees. "I just feel like this is taking eternity."

"Your lucky, I had to sit through my parnets explaining it as Amy punched my shoulder and spoke every three minutes." Sophie takes the broad out as she starts to set up.

Fitz still reading the instructions out loud. "Dose anyone even listen to this?" Dex asks.

"Not really, most just wing it." Sophie shrugs as she takes out the 4 characters that she spray painted as their panic switch colours.

Dex gets a yellow car.

Biana gets a pink plane.

Sophie gets a red boat.

While Fitz gets a teal helicopter.

Linh and Tam also have blue and back panic switches. The six of them all do after events of Ravagog. Especially since they have all started writing their wills.

"Done!" Fitz throws the paper away as he reaches for his helicopter.

"Oh my god, finally!" Biana lifts her head up from Dex's shoulder as Sophie shuffles the cards.

"Dex, can you shuffle that deck?" She asks her best friend.

"Sure." The strawberry blonde haired kid reaches over to grab the deck.

"You mean Deck can you shuffle that deck." Fitz chuckles.

Sophie and Biana try to hold back their laughter but fail. Dex glares daggers at them.

"Shut up, wonder boy."

"Wish Keefe was here." Biana mutters as she spins the plane between her fingers. Sophie made sure to add sparkles to it.

"Same." Fitz mutters as the other two shuffle the decks.

The sunlight seeping through the windows as they sit on the carpet. The triplets over at their friend's house for a sleepover. This would also be their third sleepover since Keefe joined the Neverseen.

"Done." Sophie places the deck down on the broad as she finally grabs her Boat. "Let's pray that Fitz doesn't flip the broad."

"What do you mean by flip?" Dex asks as he places his deck down.

"When people get angry with broad games. They flip the broad over." Sophie hands him his yellow car. "Spoto." She whispers, going back to the human tradition.

"What?" Biana and Dex ask at the same time.

"Heard somewhere that that's what humans say when they see a yellow car. Then they punch someone." Fitz recalls.

"Oh, I'll punch you." Sophie leans over, slamming her fist into Fitz's shoulder.

"Yesss, Sophie!" Biana hypes the other girl up while Dex glares between the two.

“Ow, you really didn’t have to.” The oldest boy whines as he brings his hand up to his shoulder.

“Then you shouldn’t on mentioned it.” Sophie shrugs as she picks up the dice, rolling them.

5 and 3.

She moves forward 8 spaces landing on a property.

“And what is Blondie going to do?” Biana asks.

“Buy the place.” Sophie makes money exchange being the banker. As the only one that has played before that got left on her.

“My turn!” Fitz picks up the dice as he rolls them.

6 and 4.

“Loser!” Sophie laughs when she notices what is about to happen.

“Did I seriously get stuck visiting jail?” Fitz falls back on the carpet.

Dex and Biana snickering in the background.

“Fitz will definitely flip the broad by the end.” Dex points out to Sophie and Biana.

“Figured.” Sophie replies as Dex picks up the dice for his turn.

Dex drops the dice as they roll.

2 and 6.

“Ugh!” He picks up his car and places it on Sophie’s property.

“Hand over the money, you can’t accidentally commit tax fraud this time.” Sophie makes grabbing hands as she waits for Dex.

“Here. And I should really stop robbing atm’s.” The two laugh at each other. Sophie almost failing to take the money as her own.

“Oh, it’s about Paris!” Biana puts everything together as she picks up the dice.

She throws them towards her brother as they land.

3 and 2.

“Ohhh, I know what is about to happen!” Sophie snickers.

“And I get to pick up a mystery card!” Biana beans as she reaches over to grab one.

“I hate this.” Fitz mutters.

“Bet you 17 lusters that he will flip the broad.” Sophie says before Dex or Biana can make any bets.

“A jail free pass!” Biana shoots her hand up in air in victory.

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“How are you winning?!” Fitz throws his little money to the ground.

“Well your the idiot that wanted to play a human game!” Sophie shoots back as Dex and Biana are sitting out playing the Iggy.

The sun is setting outside as the two fight.

“Oh. Shut the fuck up!”

“Watch your language, Wonder boy!” Dex chimes into the argument. Having just gotten out fifteen minutes ago.

Fitz picks up the dice to roll again.

6 and 1.

Right on Sophie’s property with the most expensive rent.

“Fuck this piece of shit game!” Fitz shouts before he hands over the rest of his money to Sophie.

Sophie beaming as Dex and Biana don’t realise what is about to happen.

Fitz grabs the broad as he flips it over.

“Seventeen lusters!” Sophie flys the money from out of her hands.

“I hate everyone here!” Fitz flops back on the carpet for the twentieth time.

“No you don’t.” Biana smirks as she grabs out seventeen lusters and hands them over to Sophie.

Dex dose the same.

The four is them continue to sit together that night, staying up until midnight and making fun of each other.

Finally being able to be normal teenagers.

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Fitz: *flips the monopoly broad*

Sophie: Hand over the money

Dex and Biana: *hands Sophie seventeen lusters*

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfic #sophie foster #fitz vacker #biana vacker #dex dizznee

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cloudsoffire · 6 months

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a textual tour of my room:

as you enter, if you immediately turn around you will see two pokémon "posters" on the door. one from the black and white keldeo distribution that i got from a gamestop, and one for the pokémon 20th anniversary mythical distribution promo.

turning back around, the first thing you may notice is the laundry. the stuff on the chair and floor is clean, while the stuff in the hamper is dirty. speaking of the hamper, it's filled to twice the container's height.

against the wall there is a keyboard with various sharpie markings across the keys, but it is currently serving as storage space. next to it is an old baseball bat which is not meant for baseball.

my desk is a mess. nail polish remover, a microphone, deodorant, pencils, air freshener, several month old spilled melatonin, two lamps, my laptop, nearly all covered in a thick layer of dust.

my closet is on the same wall as my door, containing two sliding mirrors. the one reflecting my bed is spray painted blue.

my bed is never made, and is currently missing one of the sheets due to bloodstains.

the far side is completely filled with loose trash. not even the can has a bag in it.

my night stand is also trashed, but the main draw is that the first drawer is filled with bloody towels. in fact, there are two towels hanging from my door that i forgot to mention. one bloody.

i also have a guitar, some random stuff just on the floor, a bulletin board, a game rack which as you can guess is a mess.

and all of this is an understatement. i didn't even mention the computer monitor on the ground blocking the closet.

maybe shaming myself online will get me to fix it. any of it.

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Advent Calender Day 22 - How The Addams Family Celebrate Christmas HC (GN!Reader)

Request/Idea: @crysxtal

Their decorations would be very much different to others that they seemed to socialise with. But they didn’t care.

In their eyes, being different from everyone else is the most unique thing a person can do.

The Christmas tree would either be a fake black one or a real one which Wednesday and Pugsley had spray-painted black.

There would be train ornaments to satisfy Gomez’s train obsession.

Wednesday and Pugsley fighting over presents which you all just watched, whoever won got a butcher's knife.

When other presents were exchanged, everyone had at least two. They much more enjoyed terrorising anyone on the street at Christmas.

This could mean telling little children Santa wasn’t real or Morticia hexing people.

She showed you all how she did it after tormenting the poor people of their town.

Since it’s your first Christmas with them then they’d show you how they celebrate, no Christmas carols or Christmas turkey,

Instead they would have Lurch playing the harpsichord, and Grandmama Addams ‘holiday special’ for dinner.

The children know that Santa isn’t real, Gomez and Morticia were pretty blunt about that with them from a young age.

So they only laughed when you mentioned Santa, Gomez and Morticia having forgotten to tell you what they said to them at a young age.

If any carollers came to the door, then you all agreed to tip black or grey paint at them from the rooftops. This was Wednesday's favourite tradition.

If your traditions for Christmas were different, then they’d try it out, like what was said before, they enjoy different things along with the strange and unordinary.

The only difference is that if your tradition was something they’d do or not, if it was, then they’d happily add it to their future Christmas’.

Then if not, then they were pretty blunt about not liking it but didn’t stop you doing it, as long as it wasn’t in their own home.

No matter the season or holiday, grave digging was a must. It was a competition on who could find the most treasure within the coffins.

There were so many that half of them forgot which ones had been dug up or not, so it was more of a guessing game.

Gomez and Morticia would keep you by them as the children and the others such as Fester, dug up graves. All of you watching with proud facial expressions.

Gomez told you that you were a ‘True Addams’ and their home was your home now. It was something you’d never forget him saying, despite Gomez not realising how much it meant to you.

But Morticia did.

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realcube · 4 years

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HQ BOYS REACT TO YOU FAKE CRYING

characters ♡ yaku, kenma, kayegama & iwaizumi

content warning ♡ fake crying, mentions of murder, hurt/comfort, fluff & timeskip! iwaizumi (no mature themes, just domesticity)

credit ♡ thank you to 🍦anon for this request

morinosuke yaku

♡ why did you need to need to practise in the bedroom?? in his bedroom, no less

♡ your show was quickly approaching and you recalled the scene where you were to burst out into tears on stage, and you hadn’t yet rehearsed how you were going to do that

♡ honestly, you were under the assumtion that yaku would have no problem with you practising while in his bedroom bc he has ran lines with you in the past and this was hardly any different

♡ so sat, thinking about the most horrible, morbid, grotesque things you possible could, all while keeping your eyes wide open and not blinking so soon enough, the tears started rolling

♡ proud of yourself, you smirked before burying your face into your hands; now to add sobs!

♡ it started out with mere snivels but then as you got more confident, it built up to full on bawls which were loud enough to gain yaku’s attention from the kitchen

♡ he was quick to rush over to his bedroom, his soul audibly leaving his body when he saw your upset weeping figure on the bed

♡ he basically pounced on you and engulfed you with his embrace, ‘dear! what’s wrong? are you alright? who hurt you?!’ the questions were fast falling off his tongue as cradled your head, leaving no room for you to speak without being muffled by his chest or arms

♡ and when he noticed that you were trying to speak, he simply hushed you, ‘shh! it’s okay, dearest.’ and continued to whisper ‘comforting’ stuff like that in your ear

♡ he thought he was helping but really he was just preventing you from getting you point across

♡ eventually, you managed to escape his steel grip and gasp, ‘yaku! i’m fine! look — no tears!” you gestured to you damp cheek, “i was just practising for my role! i’m not actually sad. though, it’s cute that you care so mu--”

♡ as soon as yaku heard the word ‘practising’ he immediately recalled how you mention you have a sad scene where you need to cry and his natural reflex was to lean backwards, grab a massive teddy bear that sat behind him which he had won at a carnival for you but you insisted that he keep it bc you didn’t want to carry it home

♡ ...and he threw it straight at you, causing you to fall backwards and burst out laughing at how you were currently being straddled by a big teddy bear

♡ ‘(y/n)! i thought you were hurt! you can’t just fake cry without telling me first- i was so worried! like i thought it was real and--’ this went on for an elongated amount of time, yaku ranting while you added a faint ‘sorry!’ whenever you saw the opportunity

♡ eventually, he stopped only to take a deep breath, visibly calming doing as his chest heaved, ‘alright. what’s done is done; it’s fine. you worried me though, (y/n). i thought you were being for real, what then?’

♡ you nodded, smiling at his softened expression as your lips twisted into a smirk at his final comment. cocking a brow, you purred, ‘so...you think i’m a good actor? tha--’

♡ pow! another plushie to the face! K.O!

kenma kuzome

♡ as a joke, you dabbed water under your eyes a few times so you could send your friend a snap of you ‘crying’ and ofc kenma had to walk in at exactly the wrong time

♡ you were over at his house, chilling on his couch while he was upstairs talking to kuroo over the phone— he said he’d only be a moment but almost half an hour had passed and he still showed no sign of coming back downstairs, though you couldn’t blame him as kuroo does have a tendency to be overly descriptive when spilling tea

♡ anyway, as soon as you had sent your snap, you placed your phone down and scanned the room in search of some tissues to wipe you eyes with, when kenma barged in

♡ ‘hey, (y/n). i’m sorry that took so lo--’ when his gaze shifted from his phone onto you, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down your cheeks, he immediately cut himself off

♡ at first, you were frozen, simply staring at each other; as if he had just walked in on you committing a violent act of homicide in his living room

♡ honestly you were too stunned to move at first but if you could, you’d probably say something along the lines of ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ but before you could even open your mouth, kenma edged towards you until he was able to outstretch his arms and wrap you in his warm embrace

♡ with your cheek pressed against his warm hoodie, basking in an uncommon blissful silence, you postponed your explanation until you were finished enjoyed how his nimble fingers caressed your back

♡ you hummed, your lips curling a smile at how comfortable you felt in his arms and how nice his hoodie smelt, since it usually reeked of an unholy mixture of body spray and monster energy

♡ he planted a kiss upon your head, murmuring into your hair, ‘baby, what’s wrong?’

♡ you were quick to swipe away your ‘tears’ with the back of your hand, ‘i’m fine, don’t worry.” you chirped, beaming at him to reinforce this point, ‘it’s just water, for a silly video i sent to my friends.’

♡ kenma blinked rapidly, staring down at your seemingly genuine smile

♡ honestly, you expected him to tease you or be irritated that you made him reveal a hidden soft side of himself for no reason, since he’s usually quite private with his emotions

♡ but instead, the corners of his lips just lifted into a slight smile as pushed your head back against his chest, then resting his head upon yours, ‘oh, that’s cool.’ he breathed, his warm, calming voice causing your eyelids to become heavy — that and the fact you had went on a run not too long ago

♡ kenma felt your eyes flutter shut against his chest so he slowly leaned backwards, holding you against his hoodie as he laid down, allowing himself to doze off with you snuggled up on his heaving torso

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you were making iwaizumi dinner, cutting onions and cooking curry

♡ so it was not surprising when tears started brimmed at your eyes, eventually slipping from your lashline and trickling down the soft skin of your cheeks, leaving you to blink rapidly to lubricate your burning eyes

♡ iwaizumi had just came out the shower, he had dried off but when he came downstairs and peered into the kitchen, he was wearing just a towel which was draped around his hips, ‘mm, something smells good. whatcha cookin’, baby?’

♡ he didn’t plan on staying downstairs for long, which is why he didn’t throw on a shirt; all he wanted to do was get to the bottom of what that magnificent aroma was that he smelled from upstairs, then once he figured it out, he’d go back upstairs, get changed, then head back down for dinner

♡ but his plan was cut short when he noticed crystalline tears pouring from your red, puffy eyes

♡ without thinking or taking into consideration why your eyes are red, his immediate reaction was to dash over to your side and slip his arms around your waist, puling you in so that one of your hands had no choice but to rest on his back while the other continued to stir the pot

♡ noticing that your watery eyes were still fixated on the curry, he took your chin inbtween his fingers and forced you to cook at him, ‘why’s my angel crying? hm?’ he cooed, features painted with genuine worry and concern

♡ you lifted a brow, stifling a chuckle at how silly he was being, ‘what do you mean?’

♡ before you could process anything else, iwaizumi bought you in for a passionate kiss with the his hand pressing against the small of your back, only pulling away so he could rest his head on your shoulder and hum into your ear, ‘you can tell me anything, angel, so what’s on your mind?’

♡ you bottom lip quivered at his intimate action — you might just start crying for real

♡ biting your bottom lip, you resisted your tears and forced out a laugh, ‘what’s on my mind? well,’ you started, momentarily letting go of the ladle so you could hug back, ‘i have to make dinner for my himbo husband, but the onions and spices are burning my eyes. pray for me, iwa.’

♡ it took him a moment to register what you just said. he’d been in the kitchen many times so by now he was basically immune to the way onions and spices affect the eyes, so he completely forgot that stuff like that happens. he honestly, wholeheartedly thought that you were crying real tears of sadness while making dinner

♡ he impulsively pushed you away, crossing his arms over his chest and his initial kind expression lowering into a scowl, ‘who are you calling a himbo?! i just forgot that some people have weak-ass eyes. bye.’ he spat, clearly trying his best not to laugh as he stormed off to his room, keeping a firm grip on his towel the whole time

♡ don’t worry, though. he was back ten minutes later — fully clothed — to eat dinner with you :))

♡ but don’t mention it ever again or else he’ll blush and tell you it ever happened

tobio kageyama

♡ you were scrolling on your fyp and found a video of a person explaining how to cry on command and you didn’t believe it’d actually work so you tried it

♡ as it turns out, it does work and now you are sitting on your bed with tear stained cheeks and a dry throat, completely zoned out until kageyama came marching into your bedroom

♡ it was in that moment that you recalled that you had invited him over for a movie night and you had left your front door unlocked for him, hence he must’ve invited himself in

♡ ‘sorry i’m late, but i brought doritos.’ he spun on heels after closing the door, doritos in hand but not for long because as soon as he noticed your cheek glistening the lamplight, he instantly dropped them to rush over to you

♡ ‘eh? (y/n)? are you crying?’ he asked with a harsh voice, which wouldn’t help if you really were crying. instinctively, he reached out for your hand and began pressing kisses to the back of it

♡ he wasn’t really too sure on what exactly he could do or say to comfort you, so he recollected on the time you tried to cheer him up after he lost a big game. you lay beside him on his bed, humming a distant tune that matched the one playing in his ear from his earbuds. one hand threading through his hair while the other cupped his cheek so you could press occasional, soft kisses on his cheek while he set to himself. it was calming, and it definitely worked in making him feel better. usually, it’d take him months to recover after a devastating loss like that, but with you by his side and giving him support, he was back to his normal self in a couple weeks

♡ well, as normal as it gets for kageyama

♡ you gently shook your head, admiring his adorable actions and allowing his to continue as you used your spare hand to wipe away your artificial tears

♡ ‘oh, sweetie, i love you so much.’ you mused, thinking up a way to start your story without sounding foolish

♡ but perhaps you shouldn’t have began your explanation with a term of endearment as his impulse with to promptly throw his arms around you, holding onto your torso tightly

♡ you were taken back for moment, wheezing slightly as kageyama squeezed the air out of you but finally able to speak once he relaxed his arms, ‘tobio! nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. i was just testing to see if i could fake cry or not. i’m not actually crying.’

♡ kageyama’s eyes widened and he paled

♡ you weren’t actually in need of comfort? then why did he just get all soft? for nothing?

♡ ‘no.’ was his simple response which he punctuated with another kiss on the back of your hand

♡ you couldn’t help but giggle, taking advantage of this opperuntiy to reach out and ruffle his hair, ‘yes. i’m seriously okay. i’m happy, actually, because i get to spend my evening watching movies with you!’

♡ surprisngly, he didn’t glare at you for messing up his hair — since it was already untidy — and just took a seat beside you, keeping ahold of your hand as if it was a fragile gem, ‘i don’t believe you.’

♡ you laughed, realising that he was clearly making excuses for openly showing affection and being soft so you just let him, hopping to your feet and tugging your hand away from him so you could grab the doritos he dropped, ‘whatever you say, tobio.’

♡ he pouted but it was only brief as he was soon able to take your hand once more, ‘yeah..’ he grunted, averting his eyes so you didn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks, ‘whatever, just put on the stupid movie...stupid (y/n)...i love you..’

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Okay, now that I’ve had more time to think about it (just woke up when I saw your post lol) I had an idea that could work. So Y/N does spray painting right? So that in mind and spray painting usually being illegal, he probably gets brought home by police a couple times a month and gets grounded only to have someone (probably Zag) break him out of the house at night, since they’re both rebellious.

Because Tomorrow I'll Be Nothing

Word count: 5.4k

Rating: M

Hypnos x Male!reader (mutual pining, both thinking their crush is one-sided.).

Warning (for the whole series):

family issues, bullying, medical issues, death (none the main characters or reader), drug use, relationship with Ocs, angst, sexual content, language, cops, therapy, mentions of other pairings. No beta.

A/N: hello! Sorry about the wait! For those who may not know this is the same Y/N from Wake Me From This Dreaming, however due to being modern times, he is a little different but still the same at his core.

For context, he is still adopted like the original. Achilles and Patroclus cut off most of their family and got married under a different last name.

The family last name: Onasis means 'lover'.

Also just stay away from cops.

To the Anon who sent me the modern ask, thank you and I hope you like this!

You tugged down your face mask, savoring the winter air on your skin and took a step back to admire your latest handiwork.

Normally you liked working with bright colors, and working the art into its environment, working the cracks or whatever plant life was nearby to merge together into one artwork. Or using blank walls to play with colors and shapes to form names or places.

But god, there just something so satisfying about spray painting a butch of dicks with hairy balls over the stupidly huge Homeowners Association Sign.

‘Good, those useless fuckers had it coming.’ You spinner the can in your hand, considering adding a bubble letters ‘Fuck You.’ Maybe if you could make it look like dicks...

Suddenly a bright light lit up behind you and a harsh voice spoke, “Hands where I can see them!”

You swore and dropped the can as you lifted both arms up in the air.

You and Zagreus met Thanatos when he was four. Zagreus had been the same age and had dragged Thanatos over to you to start a game of kickball.

You were five years old, the oldest and biggest boy of the group and the one in charge.

You didn't know Thanatos had a twin until a year later. His house had the biggest backyard so it had quickly became the hangout.

You kicked the ball to Zagreus, "Kick it with the side of your foot!" You yelled. The ball had arched high into the sky and your eyes followed it and that when you saw him for the first time.

Messy, white curls on a thin face. Golden eyes blinked down at you from the second story's window and you stared back.

Slowly he waved at you, and you forgot about the game for a moment.

You waved back, confused about this boy who you never saw before that lived in your friend Thanatos' house.

You didn't see the ball incoming.

When you got home, dirty with mud and grass stains and a black eye; You told Patroclus about the strange boy at Thanatos' house.

Patroclus blinked down at you, holding a bag of frozen peas on your black eye.

"A little boy?" Patroclus muttered. You nodded, "He had curls but his hair was white like Than."

"Ah. That must have been Hypnos." Patroclus placed a hand on your head to stop your nodding.

"Yeah! Than said he can't play with us though." You said, frowning at the memory. Hypnos had ducked back inside and you wanted to bring him out, to see the strange boy again.

Patroclus sighed, he got that sad look adults get sometimes in his dark eyes. "Hypnos isn't like you or me. He was born very small and sickly. He needs rest, so he can get big like you."

You said nothing, mulling over his words. You forgot everything the moment you heard Achilles' car arrive in the driveway. You ran off even as Patroclus called you back and busted out of the front door to greet your dad.

Only later at bed time, when you were staring at the glow-in-dark stars on your ceiling, did you think of Hypnos again.

You wonder if he would like glowing stars to look at too.

"Unbelievable! This is the fourth time this month! And after that prank you pulled at the school." Achilles paced the living room floor, his voice hoarse from the yelling.

It had been a very long two hours for all of you.

Patroclus sat in the armchair across from you, quiet and not looking at either you or Achilles.

You shifted on your feet, hands shoved in your letterman jacket, you weren’t going to sit down so it would be even easier for Achilles to yell at you. You stared at the fireplace, not even gracing them with a look.

“We did everything right by you, lad. We gave you everything so you could be successful. And this is how you repay us, by acting out like some punk! Do you want to lose your scholarships?”

“I didn’t ask you for anything! I never had!” You snapped back and Achilles stormed over, his blue eyes furious and cold on yours.

“You will not speak to me like-“

“You didn’t have to ask, Y/N.” Patroclus’ voice cut through the air, quiet in the storm between you and Achilles.

Father and son both turned to Patroclus who continued, his dark eyes hard. “We wanted you to have everything we could give you, Y/N. And we expect nothing in return.”

Just like that, Achilles slumped with a sigh. All the rage seemed to slip away from him and all was left quiet disappointment.

For some reasons, the disappointment stung more.

You crossed your arms, not sure what to say or do. It was one thing to fight with Achilles, but You didn’t want to fight your Pa.

Achilles walked over to stand behind Patroclus, placing both hands on his shoulders and you saw Achilles gave a gentle squeeze to comfort him.

You looked away.

Silence overtook the home, almost harsh after the hours of yelling and fighting.

“You’re grounded for the next four months.” Achilles spoke into the still air, “No tv, no parties, no car and no phone. Understood?”

You opened your mouth but shut it after you saw the tired look on Patroclus' face.

You threw up your arms and stormed off to your room.

The high school ground was crowded like usual, with students and teachers. You placed your uniform blazer on the bench along with your bag and jacket.

You tossed the baseball skyward and caught it, you kept up this game until you heard Zagreus' call for you.

You caught the baseball before turning to wave him over.

"Where have you been man?" Zagreus tossed his bag next to yours. "I've been texting you like crazy."

"Grounded." You tossed the ball to him, taking several steps back.

"Again? What for?" Zagreus rolled the ball in his hand, before tossing it towards you.

"Cops caught me spray painting the HOA sign. With dicks on it." You said as you returned the ball

Zagreus laughed, "Oh that was you? My dad was pissed when he saw that."

You laughed along with him, glad it was the cops that caught you and not Hades.

The older cop knew who you were the moment he saw your face. You had been the reason his old high school team made it to state for the first since Achilles was in school, and let you off with a slap on the wrist.

Hades wouldn't have cared. He would have personally dragged you back to your parents and helped them ground you.

Zagreus looked away, back to you then his head whipped back to whatever caught his attention and dropped the ball. He ran over to grab his bag and took off.

"Zag! Where are you going?" You yelled as you grabbed the ball before it rolled off.

Very faintly, you heard "Meg!" And you rolled your eyes. "Don't forget to come up for air, you dingdong." You muttered to yourself.

You pulled your blazer back on, followed your jacket. You started to make your way over the stairs to the school.

You almost didn't hear it over the noise of the student body.

"Give it back, come on. What are we middle schoolers?" Hypnos' voice drifted over to you.

Without a thought, you turned on your heel and followed the sound of Hypnos' voice. It had become ingrained in you since you were a child.

It was easy to find them, just barely hidden by the bushes but you held back. You should let Hypnos fight his own battles. Even if you didn't want to leave him on his own.

"Come on, shrimp. Just reach up and grab it." Josh, one of Theseus' junior players, held Hypnos' backpack above his head.

"Are we really doing this? A reenactment of cheesy nineties' anti bullying special?" Hypnos laughed but you could hear the nervousness.

Josh frowned, "A what?"

Hypnos waved a hand, "You know those old clips of groups of kids making another kid cry, hitting them, name calling…" Hypnos trailed off. "You know what nevermind, you won't get it."

"Are you calling me stupid?" Josh scowled, grabbed Hypnos by his hoodie and pulled Hypnos toward him.

Alright that was enough.

"Josh!" You barked and it startled him enough that he both let Hypnos go and dropped the backpack.

You yanked Josh by his collar, and shoved him away. "Shouldn't you be busy brown-nosing Theseus?"

"Fuck off man, we were just playing around." Josh fixed his jacket, glaring at Hypnos as he left.

You waited to make sure Josh left before turning to Hypnos. You scanned him but only for any scratches or bruises.

Hypnos wasn't as small as people made him out to be, he was more slender than anything else but you held your tongue.

You doubted Hypnos would appreciate you pointing anything out right now.

Hypnos slung his backpack over his shoulders, just as red as his zip up hoodie. And finally those golden eyes glanced up at you, "Not that I mind you playing knight in shining armor, but I had it under control." Hypnos told you.

You raised a doubtful eyebrow, letting silence speak for you.

"I did!" Hypnos pouted. And you reminded yourself that this was Thanatos' little brother and very firmly on the do not touch list.

"Come on, I will walk you to class, Hypnos." You begin walking off, trusting that Hypnos will follow you.

You heard a mutter behind you but Hypnos caught up to you easily.

You moved past the crowd easily, leaving a path for Hypnos. When you got to Hypnos' class, he moved past you, paused and said, "Thanks I mean it." And took off before you say anything.

"Yeah no problem." You told the empty air before hurrying to your own class.

When Zagreus was old enough to attend school, you were put in charge of him.

Which meant holding his hand as you crossed the road, no matter how sticky his hands were. They were always sticky somehow, you grimaced as you walked across the street. The crossing guard, a plump middle age mom who always smiled at each child, waved you on.

Zagreus paid no attention, the journey to school was still new to him. His head was constantly moving, trying to soak in the sight of new houses, new cars and new people.

You took it, studying it. "I don't know. Maybe." And returned it to Zagreus, who stuffed it in his pocket.

"Do you think Thanatos will be here? His mom said they are changing schools." He asked, stopping you both to pick up a rock he found. He held it up to you to look at the gray rock.

"Come on, we're gonna be late." You tugged on him to get moving.

The school building was full and bright and loud as always. One of the teachers, Mr. Chiron greeted you both at the door. His brown eyes were warm and friendly as he bent down to greet Zagreus.

Zagreus wasn't shy and promptly dropped your hands and took Chiron's, who kept smiling even with Zagreus' sticky and sweaty hand touching his. You rubbed your hands on your pants, glad for the break.

"Y/N. I trust you remembered where the kindergarten room is?" Chiron asked.

You nodded and reclaimed Zagreus' hand, "Yes, sir." And tugged Zagreus away, who just twisted his body somehow to keep waving at Chiron.

The first thing you saw when you got to kindergarten was Thanatos who stood outside the door, unsure of himself. And the strange little boy that you saw held his hand just as Zagreus held yours.

"Than!" And just like that Zagreus took off. You rolled your eyes as you walked over much more calmly. Hypnos ducked behind Thanatos, his golden eyes wide.

He was smaller than even Zagreus, and clearly overwhelmed from all the excitement around him. He whispered something you couldn't hear.

Thanatos frowned, "Hypnos, Mama said you have to."

Zagreus peeked behind Thanatos, trying to get a better look at Hypnos. A friendly smile on his face even at the boy who wouldn't look at him. You understood the urge, Hypnos was often away at doctors or in his bedroom resting. It was a rare sight to see him at all.

But you were older and knew better so you pulled Zagreus away.

"Dad said we have to respect people's bubble, Zag." You told him firmly.

The teacher came out to fetch the last reminding students and with a pat on your shoulder, she sent you on your way.

Only stopping to look back, Zagreus had already gone into the classroom. Hypnos was the last one to go in, small and quiet among the loudness of his classmates.

You woke up from a dead sleep, blinking at the ancient Greece textbook you were sleeping on when you heard it again. A small rock hit your window and you walked over, peering into the darkness.

From behind Patroclus' prized rose bushes, Zagreus popped his head up and waves at you. He disappeared for a moment before he held up a set of keys.

You nodded, and quietly put on your letterman jacket and mask. You opened the window and waited making sure you didn't hear your parents.

The only sound of the house was the tv and you were willing to bet they fell asleep on the couch together.

You climbed down and met Zagreus. You both leaped over the fence and made your way to Zagreus' car.

"Here I got you one of my old phones." Zagreus handed an ancient smartphone, more bulky than your normal one but you would take it over the burner flip phone your parents gave you.

"Thanks." You muttered, unlocking the screen.

"Junk yard?" Zagreus asked.

"Sounds good. Are the rest of the guys going to be there?"

"Nah, bro. I need a break from them." Zagreus muttered.

You didn't notice until you were halfway there, that Zagreus wasn't chatting like usual.

You glanced at him, he wasn't even doing his wheel drumming.

"What eating you?" You leaned over to turn off the horrible pop music he favored.

"What? Nothing-" Zagreus tried to play it off but one look from you shut him up.

"I hate it when you do that look." Zagreus muttered. "It's bad enough when Uncle Patroclus does it."

You just waited for Zagreus to continue. He sighed as he stopped by a red light.

"Than and I had an argument." Zagreus said, rubbing his neck. "He isn't happy that I've been hanging out with you."

You rolled your eyes, "He does know that you're my parents' second child right? We have baby photos of you on the wall."

"I told him!" Zagreus said, waving a hand as the light turned green. "I think he is just worried that I will get put in jail or something."

"Or something." You muttered.

Zagreus took another turn before he spoke up again, "Remember how we used to all be friends? We would play like every day-"

"Dude, not this again." You groaned, "Not my fault Thanatos went and put a stick up his ass."

Zagreus frowned, "Hey, I know you guys don't get along but you don't have to talk about him like that."

You huffed, "Sorry."

The off beaten path to the junkyard sign appeared and Zagreus drove down the dark road and parked behind the bushes.

You got out, and Zagreus got the metal bats out of the car. Both grinning at the chaos that awaited you.

The first fight you ever got in was on the elementary school playground during recess. The school only had all the grades play together on Friday, other times it was separated by grade.

Zagreus quickly took to his classmates and was in the middle of a kickball game along with Thanatos.

You stayed at the top of the steps, trying to find Hypnos. This would be your first chance to really meet Hypnos since you and Zagrues walked home, while the twins took the bus.

You didn't know why you wanted to find the strange boy who was more like a ghost than a human. You just knew you wanted to. You thought maybe he stayed inside until you spied him alone in the sandbox.

You hurried over, slowing down when you got close and coming to a full stop at the wooden edge of the sandbox. When he looked up at you, you said the first thing that came to mind.

"You look like an owl." You said.

He blinked at you, golden and bright. "Is that a good thing?" His voice was quiet among the screaming children.

You shrugged, "I think so. I like owls. Can I play with you?"

Hypnos didn't say anything and you tighten your hands into fists, suddenly nervous.

"Okay. I'm building a castle." Hypnos said and you grinned, "I can do that." And you joined him among the sand.

You and him actually had a decent castle forming. He was quiet mostly, only giving you a gentle order here or there. You followed, Hypnos clearly knew how to build much better castles than you did. Your castle usually came out half broken.

He stopped for a moment, a yellow bucket in front of him and he glanced at you.

"I saw the ball hit you in the face." Hypnos said.

You smiled at the memory of Achilles’ face when he saw you rushing out to him, your eye still swollen shut and with a manic grin. "Yeah, Dad was surprised when he saw my black eye."

"Next time you might want to move out of the way." Hypnos said, his voice actually a normal volume for the first time.

You stared, surprised at the bluntness. Then you laughed.

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea." You said as you grinned at him. Hypnos smiled back, nervous but happy.

Theseus, known bully and someone you tried to stay away from, came up from behind Hypnos and before you could even blink, he shoved Hypnos into the sand castle you built together and his face into the yellow bucket.

The last thing you remembered was how the sand covered Hypnos's face as he pushed himself up and the tears you saw forming in his eyes. Then you saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

You don't remember what happened afterwards.

The Ford truck window shattered in bits and you cheered, almost howling in the night winter air.

Zagreus wasn't far behind, his laughter contagious. And you loved your little brother so much at this moment.

The junk yard was so much more. You could forget everything here, the disappointment you became towards your parents, the lack of a future you saw ahead of you and the fact that you felt like you were burning too bright but couldn't stop it.

You remembered how Achilles was a superhero in his own right, before the career ending injury that took him out and how he blindly was sending you along the same path of failure.

Or how Patroclus was trying to hold the family together with two storms brewing and ready to tear each other apart and how he was the only one who wanted to stay together.

When the glass broke under your baseball bat it was easy to forget all of it.

You spied a vase that managed to stay together even in the pits. You picked it up, tossed it to air and shattered it when it fell close enough.

Zagreus whooped and jumped from the broken down jeep that had existed before you or him were even born.

That when you heard it.

The sound of a police siren. The owner must have called them.

You grabbed Zagreus by his arm and pulled him along with you. Whatever, Thanatos thought of you, he should've known better than to think you would ever let anything happen to Zagreus.

"Run! Fucking run!" You yelled and Zagreus obeyed you thank the gods.

He got to the car before you did. You saw him look at you but you shook your head and ran back to get closer to police.

You heard Zagreus backed out, you and him both knew what Hades would do to him would be far worse if Zagreus got caught.

You jumped on a pile of junk and cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled, “Hey oink oink! Hey!”

You saw the cops before they saw you as they rounded the corner. “Hey piggies!” You yelled, grin manic and sharp.

You took off to the wood with a wave with the sound of two cops calling for you and flashlights following you.

Achilles looked out of place in your classroom, strong and regal in a way normal people weren't. Your teacher and principal both looked at each other, not expecting Achilles, world famous track and baseball star, to be the parent to come in.

Your teacher coughed, loud in the quiet classroom. You stared down to your feet, not used to being in trouble. Theseus wasn't able to hurt you much, just bruises here or there. You however were able to knock a tooth out.

You peeked up at Achilles, trying to see how angry he was. His face was calm but there was tightness around his lips.

“Mr.Onassis, I hope you know that our school places a high value on peace and being kind to others. We have a zero tolerance for any kind of fighting.” the principal pushed up his glasses, frowning at you.

“Yes, absolutely.” Achilles said, “But from what my son had told me, he was stopping another boy hurting his friend. Shouldn’t you be speaking to that boy’s parents as well?”

“I- well, yes and we will be.” The principal stumbled over his words, “But Y/N here was able to knock the boy’s teeth out-“

“A tooth.” You muttered, glaring at the principal. “Just the one.”

Achilles raised an eyebrow, and you went back to staring at your feet.

The principal sighed, “We expect Y/N to apologize to the other student, and for him to spend time talking to the counselor during recess.”

“I won’t.” You jut out your chin, eyes back on the principal. “Not until he says sorry to Hypnos. And mean it.”

“Y/N-“ Achilles started but you turned to Achilles, pleading to him. “That other kid knew it would hurt Hypnos, he was way bigger!”

Achilles placed a hand on your shoulders, gentle and warm. He looked at the principal and teacher, “I trust that the other boy will make an apology to my son's friend.”

“Well, no. He didn’t know it would hurt Hypnos, he was just rough housing.” The teacher spoke up.

“He was lying!” You cried, anger flushed on your cheeks. “He knew, he pushed Hypnos without warning him. Everyone knows Hypnos isn’t like us.”

Achilles shushed you, and you took a gulping breath, trying to calm yourself down.

Achilles scowled at the other adults, and you saw them flitched back. “Y/n will not have to apologize to anyone. Not yet. I will be taking my son home right now. I expect us to have another meeting with the other boy’s parents when they are available.”

And with that, Achilles took your hand and left.

You were able to lose the cops, and shot off a text to Zagrues. The phone was bright in the darkness and you moved past the bushes and trees into a park. The sidewalk was lit only by a few path lights but it was enough for you to comfortably see.

‘Lost them. See you twm.’ You typed quickly. Before you could even put the phone away, Zagreus replied.

‘Dude! Just jump in the car next time!’ Followed by a line of frowning and mad emojis.

‘Nah, I needed the workout.’ You replied and didn’t bother to check Zagrues’ response to that. You didn't tell him that you couldn’t risk the cops getting a hold of the car plates. Hades was a mean son of a bitch and Zagrues didn’t need Hades upset at him.

You walked along the path, wishing you had music. You sighed, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets, you will have to pay Zagreus to replace the baseball you tossed to get the cops off your trail.

At least you got to do something fun before the cop showed up. You normally didn’t have so many run-ins with the cops but this hasn't been your month.

You saw the playground up ahead and heard the sound of a swing moving. You tensed up, sure you were out at one in the morning but that didn’t mean you wanted to deal with whatever freak was out with you.

You picked up your pace, eyes firmly forward. You glanced just to check they wouldn’t follow you and froze.

You would recognize those messy white curls anywhere, would recognize him anywhere.

Hypnos’ legs dangled, lazily pushing himself on the swing. His phone in his gloved hand, and his red hoodie zipped up all the way. His cheek squished against the metal rope, both cheeks flushed from the cold.

You stepped toward him before you even realized you did. The crushing sound of your steps on the playground’s wood chips made Hypnos looked up, golden eyes widened in surprise.

He yelped and tipped back on the swing, landing on the ground with a dull thud. You ran over, and bent down on your knee to check on him. He pushed himself on his hands, and rubbed the back of his head.

Hypnos blinked at you, “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You told him. You offered a hand to help him up. Hypnos took the offer and you pulled him along with yourself.

The moonlight was generous to Hypnos, making his white curls look like a halo and his eyes bright. Your chest fluttered at the sight of him.

You let go of his hand when he glanced down at it, realizing you were holding on too long.

“Does Thanatos know you’re out here?” You asked, forcing yourself to take a step back.

Hypnos rolled his eyes, “No. And you, mister night stalker, are not going to tell him.” He poked you in the chest to make his point.

You held up your hands, a grin tugging at your mouth. “I won’t tell on you if you don’t tell on me.”

Hypnos nodded, “Good. I’m glad we have an agreement.” He blew a curl from his eyes, his breath coming out white in the cold air.

“But seriously, why are you here at the playground in the middle of the night?” You asked, shoving your hands into pockets.

Hypnos bit his lip, debating if he wanted to tell you. You shifted on your feet, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Hypnos sighed, “I just needed to get out. You know what I mean?” And you nodded, “Sounds crazy but yes.”

Hypnos chuckled, a slight smile on his lips. “Is that why you were out?”

You shrugged, “Zag and I were just hanging out.”

Hypnos looked at you, “Just hanging out?”

“In the junkyard. Breaking shit.” You muttered, suddenly feeling childish admitting such a thing.

Hypnos laughed, his smile growing. He sat down on the swing, facing you. "Do you just go in there and break stuff?"

You joined him on the other swing, "It's fun. I can bring you along next time."

"Nah, I can do without the super fun tetanus shots." Hypnos kicked the ground, swaying in the swing. "Although if my brother keeps nagging me, I might join you."

You hummed, not saying anything else. Hypnos didn't seem to mind the silence as he picked up speed on the swing.

"Do you come here often?" You watched him slow down and twisted the swing a few times.

"Not really. You know since there are murderers, crazies and big jocks roaming about." He gave you a pointed look, and you scoffed.

"I usually just chill at home but I just felt like coming out tonight." Hypnos stopped twisting around and let the swing spin him around with a whoop.

You chuckled, Hypnos was still the same as you knew him. Still boyishly charming, even now.

Hypnos sighed, a smile still on his face. "It's nice getting to actually talk to you again, outside of the rescue missions I mean. It is almost a shame that Zagreus and my brother aren't here. Oh and Meg and Dusa of course. It would be like old times."

You glanced away, not able to think of what to say. Twice in one night, you thought bitterly.

You didn't see the guilty look Hypnos gave you, or his fingers tighten on the swing rope.

"Where is Zagreus anyway?" Hypnos said, his tone light.

"We had to split up, we had the cops called on us." You said, thankful for the topic change.

"A pair of rebels without a cause." Hypnos laughed then stopped. "Oh it is this movie from the fifties and the actor-"

"James Dean. He played a troubled teenager named Jim something." You said, smirking at the surprised look Hypnos gave you. "You're not the only one who watched old movies."

"Guess so." Hypnos laughed. He leaned over to you, "Let me ask you a question."

You raised an eyebrow, "Alright."

Hypnos' golden eyes studied your face. And it made your mouth dry, how he looked at you. Like he actually wanted to know your response. "Do you actually like doing all this? The junkyard and spray painting dicks? And running away from the cops?"

You blinked, not expecting that line of questions. "Those were three questions, Hypnos."

"Don't try to avoid the questions." Hypnos rolled his eyes, "Do you like it?"

You frowned, it wasn't a like or dislike thing for you. It… was just something to do.

"Sure." You told him. Hypnos didn't let up, "it doesn't sound like you do."

You leaned toward him. "Sure, I do. I love it. Why wouldn't I, Hypnos?"

Hypnos didn't say anything, his face serene and beautiful in the moonlight. Your face was hard, your jaw tight and you couldn't hide the nervous anger you felt.

"Alright, tough guy." Hypnos moved away, clearly not believing you. You did the same, unsure of the feeling in your chest.

Hypnos yawned, loud and long. He blinked only for another yawn to come forward. You stood and he blinked up at you.

You thumbed toward the rows of houses nearby. "Come on, I will drop you off."

Hypnos stood up with a third yawn, stretching his arms up. It caused his hoodie to ride up with his shirt and exposed his soft stomach for a half second.

Unwillingly your eyes flicked toward the sight of flesh, and swallowed.

"I can make it my own." Hypnos said, his protest half hearted. His arms dropped down and you didn't know it was disappointment or relief you felt.

"I gotta go that way anyway." You told him, it wasn't the truth and you both knew it but Hypnos just nodded.

The walk back was quiet, only sounds were your footsteps. Eventually you got Hypnos' home, a charming two story house with an iron gate.

He unlocked the gate before he turned to look at you. "I meant it." He whispered, "It was nice to talk to you again."

"The offer for the junkyard or just to hang out still stands." You whispered back.

He smiled, soft and genuine. "I think I might have to take you up on it."

You nodded.

"Good night." He whispered as he pushed past the gate.

"Good night, Hypnos." You replied. You waited until you heard the door open and closed before you began walking home.

You tugged your jacket close to you.

Maybe it was a foolish hope but you did hope Hypnos would take you up on your offer.

Your mind flashed back to the park. Even if he didn't, the image of him, soft and glowing, in moonlight tonight belonged to you and you alone.

You could live with that.

#hypnos hades #hypnos x male!reader #wake me from this dreaming #x reader

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hajim3 · 3 years

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Can I get some sugawara relationship headcanons?

𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

cw: fluff; gn!reader, teensy weensy bit of suggestive (one mention of ass slapping and a creep) but that’s it, just Suga in general 🥰

a/n: I reallyyyy want/need some emoji anons so if you want to be my first one then feel free to use any emoji you want or even a nickname with your preferred pronouns so next time you request you won’t have to add that in. Or you can just chat with me. Also, is this proofread? Yes. Was it by me? No 😀. Hope you enjoyed these 😁💖

word count: 536

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

⇾ First of all, he is so affectionate no matter who’s around

⇾ You don’t want him kissing all over you cuz the other third years are around? Too bad.

⇾ Don’t want him to slap your ass because the first years are around? Too bad.

⇾ You don’t want him to pick you up and spin you around cuz y’all are in the middle of the hallway in front of everyone. Too. Fucking. Bad.

⇾ He does not care 😭

⇾ So be prepared to receive all the love and affection he throws at you no matter where you are.

⇾ Dates with him would be so amazing

⇾ He never really goes all out on dates but there are times where y’all go and do something nice

⇾ But some of them end up disastrous and chaotic

⇾ Sometimes he takes you to an arcade and y’all end up getting into a fight with some random kids cuz they were on one of the games for too long or because they beat him and he didn’t wanna accept defeat

⇾ He’ll probably take you to a park and y’all would have a really nice picnic but end up leaving because of mosquitoes and he forgot the bug spray

⇾ And then there are dates where he just picks you up in the middle of the night and y’all go driving around town stopping at random gas stations to get snacks and drinks then head home and pass out

⇾ But if he feels like doing something really nice every now and then, he’ll come and pick you up and take you to an expensive restaurant and spoils you for the rest of the night

⇾ If y’all are out on the town one day and he’s sees some random creep trying to hit on you, he just casually walks up to you and puts his arm around your shoulders and just acts so condescending 💀

“Hey babe what’s up? You know this person? You don’t? So why are they talking to you? Ohhh they were hitting on you. Ok 😁.”

⇾ Then he just walks up to them and whispers something in their ear that you can’t make out and all of a sudden they just take off running and he just acts like nothing happened while you’re there confused asf

⇾ Pleaseeee have a sleepover with him, it would be the best thing ever

⇾ He would literally do everything with you from skin care routines to even letting you paint his nails

⇾ Also he loves when you paint his nails different colors 😭 he’s always showing them off

⇾ And then when y’all are done doing all of that, y’all cuddle up on the couch, bed, floor, or whatever y’all prefer at the moment, and watch a bunch of movies until you eventually fall asleep

⇾ Once he sees you’re sleeping, he’ll probably stay up a little longer to watch more of the movie then turn it off once he gets sleepy and kiss your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself

⇾ In conclusion, being in a relationship with Suga is beautiful chaos but you couldn’t have any other way

FIN

⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝

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#🦉 ~ 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦 #🦉 ~ 𝕙𝕢.𝕤𝕗𝕨 #sugawara kōshi #sugawara fluff #sugawara x reader #hq sugawara #suga #suga x reader #suga fluff #sugawara headcanon #sugawara hcs #sugawara x you #sugawara x reader fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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dandelionflower · 4 years

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She’s not here

They were all on the bus, heading back to the hotel for dinner and rest.

It was hard work, fixing up a park, but the class did it well. By the end of the day, it was beautiful, all traces of trash had disappeared and they had even managed to give some benches a new coat of paint.

Lila beamed and clapped as it was over, promising everyone a scoop of ice cream, as was tradition when she finished a big project. However, when they found a place that was selling ice cream, she realized she left her wallet in her room.

Apologizing profusely, she swore that she’d get them a treat some other time.

“This has never happened before; I’m so sorry everyone!”

Alya patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, girl. You already helped so much to heal that park; let us do something for you.”

“At least let me order for all of you.”

“If you want, girl, sure.”

“Okay, I’m usually really good at guessing people’s favorite ice cream flavors once I get to know them, so I should be good for most of you, but since Marinette and I haven’t been on such good terms lately, I’ll probably need to ask her. Where is she?”

“I dunno. Mari!” Alya called into the meager crowd of students. “Come on out, hun, we need to know your pick for ice cream!”

Adrien piped up from the back, where he was chatting with Rose. “I don’t think she’s here. She must not have come back from her walk.”

Alya felt her heart race with concern. “Lila, I know you want us to have ice cream, but there’s no way we can just leave Marinette in the forest.”

“Of course not, Alya.” She placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go look for her after I place our orders. I know these woods better than anybody; I’ll have her back in a jiff.”

“Okay, thanks Lila.” She let out a breath, leaning against Nino.

True to her word, Lila left soon after ordering for everyone, heading down the sidewalk to look for Marinette. Sure, she seemed to be going the wrong way, but it was probably a shortcut she forgot to mention.

—

The walk back to the hotel was lovely, with Alya and Adrien arguing over which picture of Ladybug should be the new header for her blog and Nino holding her hand the whole way.

It was only when she got back to the hotel and saw Lila lounging beside a cute boy, did she remember that her BFF was missing.

“Lila! Did you find her?”

Adrien jolted, mid-sentence and looked up at Lila with hopeful eyes. It seemed that he forgot about Marinette too.

Lila sat still for a moment, before a look of remorse crossed her face.

“I’m so sorry, Alya. I couldn’t find her. I scoured every path, but nothing.”

“I should probably check.” Adrien raised his hand. “After all, I’m her boyfriend.”

“That’s a great idea.” Lila stood and walked to clasp Adrien’s arm. “I’ll come too, so we don’t get lost like Marinette.”

An odd look crossed Adrien’s face, but he nodded nevertheless. They began walking to the exit.

“Ah!” Lila flinched, clutching her leg. “My leg! I must have sprained it while looking for Marinette.”

“Oh!” Alya rushed to Lila’s other side, helping Adrien hold her up. “Let’s get you to our room, maybe get some ice for that leg.”

“No, I know you and Nino probably wanted to spend some time together. Adrien can take me. After all, what are all of those fencing lessons for?” She nudged him with a teasing grin, which he shakily returned. Poor guy, probably so worried about Marinette.

“Okay, make sure you call me if you need anything.” She grabbed both of her shoulders. “Anything.”

“Of course.” She smiled and patted her arm before tugging Adrien to the stairs.

Alya turned to Nino with a beam. “Soo, wanna hang out?”

He rolled his eyes, slipping his headphones back around his neck. “Of course, it’s not like we’ve talked about it since we found out about the trip.”

She leaned into his side, pressing a kiss on his jaw. “I’ve looked up a map, and I’m ready to show you all the sights.”

“Hi!” An unfamiliar voice surprised them; it was chirpy like Rose, but not quite as high. They turned in unison and saw a willowy girl with a long ponytail trailing down her back. An odd headband was woven into the deep purple locks.

“Sorry to eavesdrop, but I heard you two were looking for a place to hang out? Might I suggest…” her eyes landed on Alya’s face before brightening up again. “The aquarium? In the evening like this, the lights turn on and everything seems to glow an incredible blue.”

“Really?” She glanced at Nino with a grin. “That sounds like an incredible thing to put on my blog! Come on, Nino, let’s go!”

“Okay.” He chuckled and allowed himself to be pulled down a random hallway.

“Just take a right, then a left. It should be two doors down!”

They both giggled like kindergartners as they ran down the halls. Nino stopped and cocked a brow when she continued pulling him past the door the girl mentioned.

“Let’s play a game.” She whispered. “We both get lost and try to meet back here. Video chat so we know we don’t cheat.”

He pulled out his phone and called her in response.

Once they had gotten thoroughly lost, Alya set a timer and began dashing back to the aquarium.

It took her three minutes. (she may have cheated a little bit, but it wasn’t her fault! Nino is really cute when he gets winded from running!) She stumbled into the room, listening to Nino complain about how much she was making him run.

It was incredible. The latent orange from the sunset and the blues from the aquarium blended in a perfect contrast that she almost dropped her phone.

“Whereisshe...”

“You say something babe?” She glanced down at her phone. It was blank; no service.

Oh well, Nino would tell her what he said when he got here. Meanwhile, she raised her camera app to capture the stunning sight before her.

“She’snothere...”

A flicker at the corner of her screen. She lowered her phone, but nothing was there. It was slipped into her pocket as she turned to the larger aquarium. The fish seemed to be missing, except for one bright orange angel fish.

“She’snothere...”

The fish swam in hypnotizing figure eights. Alya stared at it, entranced. It felt like with every figure eight, the fish was stealing a little bit of breath from her.

“She’snothere.”

The fish moved faster and faster, until the swift motions combined with her shortness of breath made it look almost like it was forming a circle.

“She’snothere.”

No, not a circle.... a face. A face with thick rimmed glasses and a mole just above her eye. A face that looked like hers, but not.

“She’snothere. She’snothere. She’s. Not. HERE.”

A body erupted from the water, and Alya flinched from the waved, but they didn’t even spray her with a mist. Almost like they weren’t there.

A girl stood before her, hair in knots, staring at Alya. She was in a fancy blue dress that looked like it should be poofy, if not for the water dripping from the hem.

Alya stood stock-still, chest heaving. “Who are you?”

“Where is she?” A voice hissed from nowhere.

The girl looked at her with hollow eyes. “She’s not here.”

“Who are you walking about? What was that voice?”

The figure jolted, like a glitching video. Suddenly, her hair was neat and styled. Her dress was dry and fanned out around her.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Where is she?” The bodiless voice asked again, this time in a tone so sickly sweet, Alya felt like retching.

Her mirror image grinned at the ceiling, walking closer to the empty aquarium. She put her hand on it, like she was about to push open a door.

“She’s right here.”

Spectral waves rushed from the glass, assaulting and surrounding Alya. Her breaths became more and more shallow, it felt like her throat was closing up.

Like she was drowning.

—

When Nino came in, panting and just barely biting his tongue from cussing, Alya was curled in a ball on the floor, wheezing.

“Als!” He fell to his knees beside her, taking in her vitals like he learned in the akuma relief seminar. “You okay? It looks like you had either an allergic reaction or a panic attack. What was in that ice cream you ate?”

“Don’t...know... Lila ordered.” She gripped his hand tightly and pulled herself up, pulling out her phone and dialing Lila’s number.

“Alya!” She could hear the smile in her voice. “Adrien, come on over, it’s Alya.”

“Hey Alya.”

“What... was in the ice cream?”

“The ice cream I ordered? I can’t remember... hazelnuts, I think?”

She glanced at Nino with wide eyes. She was allergic to hazelnuts. Not enough to do anything serious, but enough that she had a little trouble breathing afterwards. That must also explain that weird stuff she saw too; oxygen deprivation.

Nino grabbed her arm, fully intent on taking her to her room to recuperate for the rest of the night. She allowed him to, still a little shaken.

—

A sleek fox sat in front of a broken-eyed ghost. So?

“She’s not here.” Anya replied, glaring at the ceiling. She looked back down, her defiant eyes turning sad. “She’s not here.”

Not true. She’s here, and she’s safe and sound in her room.

Her broken eyes lit up and she floated purposefully towards the best room in the home.

Not yet you don’t! Finny hovered in front of the ghost. She’s sleeping and you won’t bother her!

The ghost nodded forlornly and dissipated.

That settles it, doesn’t it? Grace asked once the ghost was gone

Yep, Allegra moved forwards. These students are helping them pass on. Once they impart their knowledge, and scare them straight, they get their free will back, to haunt or help who they choose.

It’s weird though, isn’t it? Finny mused. How just one word could have changed everything? If Anny had just lied to her, none of this will be happening.

But she didn’t. Allegra reminded him softly. None of them did, and this is the price they pay.

Yeah... Finny flew low. Hey Allegra?

Yeah, Fin?

She’s here. Giddiness oozed from his voice.

Yeah, Allegra stared at the hallway leading to the girl that gave their lives purpose again, she is.

………

The rest

………

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plaidbooks · 4 years

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A/N: Hey, remember that made-up fic title game where I made this up and then an anon asked for it and I said I was already kinda working on it? No? Me either. But here’s a fic about Rafael being kidnapped. I’ve always wanted to write a darker fic where reader gets to go ham, so I did! I also love the idea of shooting someone while they’re posturing, and hate that it doesn’t happen in shows/movies. Lemme know if you want a part 2 or not!

Edit: I forgot to mention that this is dedicated to @prurientpuddlejumper, who wanted so bad for me to stab Rafi

Tags: kidnapping, murder/death, guns, whump (but not really until the end?), allusions to torture by knife/stabbings

Words: 3890

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“Rafi, what the hell is this?” you asked, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed. You were inside his office at One Hogan Place—what was a happy surprise was slowly turning into something more—glaring at the desk. Everything was in its place, undisturbed, except for an open letter laying innocently on the wood. You couldn’t see the handwritten words, but you could make out the crest that acted as a signature—the emblem of the BX9 gang. You had seen it multiple times in your career as detective in Manhattan’s homicide department, usually spray painted at a crime scene, or tattooed on a member. Or carved into someone skin with a dull knife in more extreme cases.

Rafael came up behind you, glancing over your shoulder at his desk. He sighed. “Just a thinly veiled threat, hermosa. Nothing to worry about—”

“Nothing to worry about?” you spat. “BX9 is threatening you and there’s nothing to worry about?”

He grimaced at your tone. “Cariño, they’ve been threatening me since I became an ADA—it’s background noise at this point.” He kissed your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I promise you; it’s fine.”

You melted against his solid chest, but you didn’t uncross your arms. “It doesn’t feel fine, Raf…what if something happens? What are they even threatening you about?”

His lips moved to your neck, kissing the soft skin just below your ear. “Remember that conviction I got last week on Alfonse Romero? Well, he was a high-ranking member of the BX9…. They want him released,” he explained.

“That’s…a serious threat, Raf,” you murmured back. You moved your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck as your body started to relax under his touch. “Do I need to have unis watching you?”

Rafael bit down on your neck and you let out a whimper. “No, and I don’t want to talk about this right now. Right now, I just want you,” he whispered, kissing and sucking at you. He was impossible to resist, and you let him push you towards his desk, his hands groping at you.

******************

Ever since you learned your husband was coming under threats, you started wearing your vest everywhere under your shirt, just in case. BX9 were ruthless, and it wouldn’t surprise you if they went after you to hurt Rafael, whether you were a detective or not—they didn’t have qualms about killing cops. You wanted Rafael to wear a vest under his suits as well, but he refused, thinking it ridiculous. Even so, you snagged one that was his size from the department, and headed home, intending to force it on him. You’d rather him safe, if uncomfortable, than dead; fuck his pride. It was the weekend, so he was off, relaxing on the couch last you saw him that morning.

The elevator doors dinged open and you walk towards your shared loft but stop short. Even from here, you could see that the door is slightly open, the wood in the frame splintered. Your heart in your throat, you hurry to the door, unholstering your gun as you go. You push the door open, aiming you gun inside.

“Rafael?” you called out, taking a few steps in. The coatrack by the door has been knocked over, and there’s flecks of red on the carpet. Blood. Rage and fear coursed through you, and it’s with shaky hands that you step over it, moving through the quiet loft, searching every room. But there’s no sign of anyone there. Holstering your gun, you looked for something, anything, that could be a clue as to where they took him. There was no doubt in your mind as to who took him, and you closed your eyes, sending a silent prayer that he was still alive, fear and nausea overtaking you for just a moment before you shoved it down.

There was a piece of paper on the coffee table in the living room, and you could see the familiar crest of BX9. You glanced over it, your eyes scanning it quickly as you read it once, twice, your breath coming in sharper as you absorbed the words.

“Release our Captain Romero to us by 9am tomorrow morning, and we’ll trade back the lawyer. Fail to give us Romero, and you’ll find the lawyer’s corpse. -BX9”

You clenched your hands into fists. The good news was that Rafael was alive. The bad news was there was absolutely no way you could get Romero released, especially by 9am…it was already 1pm—you had less than 24 hours. There was an address at the end of the note; the meeting place for the exchange. You snapped a picture of it on your phone, then left the loft. You had some favors to call in, but one thought kept coming back to you; if there was so much as a scratch on Rafael Barba, you were going to kill everyone involved.

*********************

“BX9 owns this warehouse,” one of your informants, Johnny, relayed to you. “I’ve seen a couple guys going in and out recently.”

You nodded. “But you didn’t see the ADA?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “But I did find a back door that seemed unguarded.”

That caught your attention. “Show me.”

It was 10pm, and your resolve had only hardened with the passing time. You had less than 12 hours to find your husband. After going to the meeting place and finding it deserted, you had sent out every druggie and rat that owed you a favor to track down BX9 hubs. You had then busied yourself with gearing up—making sure your vest was on tight, your ammo in your handgun full, an extra clip on your hip. You also grabbed your trusty pocketknife, and finished your ensemble with a fully-loaded, pump-action shotgun strapped to your back. You didn’t plan on taking hostages—BX9 would extend the same curtesy to you. It was all about who could pull the trigger faster. And you didn’t plan on losing.

Olivia Benson, head of Manhattan’s SVU, who Rafael worked with constantly and considered a friend, had tried to contact you after finding your home broken into, but you had ignored her calls. No distractions. You were going to find Rafael, and there was going to be hell to pay. There was a good chance you were going to lose your shield for this, but you didn’t care. You just didn’t want to drag anyone else into this. If you lost your job protecting your husband, then so be it. You didn’t need the self-righteous Lieutenant, nor her loyal lapdogs, holding you back.

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The warehouse seemed dark, abandoned…except for the one or two men in black, trying to look nondescript. They were doing inconspicuous laps around the place, or would lean against the front of the building, smoking. It made sense why the back door was unguarded, though—the warehouse was on the harbor, the back of the building against the water. You’d have to swim to get there. Not a problem.

“Thank you, Johnny,” you murmured. “Keep your eyes open for other hotspots, in case he’s not here.” He nodded, and you waved your hand, dismissing him. You were on a separate pier, gazing across the black waters to the warehouse that most likely held Rafael. As Johnny left, you looked around, trying to see if there was an easier solution than swimming; it was already 40 degrees outside, and the cool breeze would chill you to the bone if you were wet. Plus, you had your gun and a shotgun slung across your back that wouldn’t work if waterlogged.

Luckily, you found a small, rubber raft attached to a boat, oars laying on the deck next to it. You grabbed an oar, gently tossing it down to the raft below, then climbed down the ladder. One foot in the raft and taking out your pocketknife, you quickly cut through the ropes that tied the raft to the boat, then fully sat down inside. Silently, you paddled against the light current, heading towards the back of the warehouse. The two men never thought to check the water, their vigil consisting of only the front doors. It was an almost 30-minute fight across such a small expanse of water, your arms burning as you made it to the other side, but you felt none of it, your anger fueling you.

You carefully climbed up the ladder onto the pier, heading to the back door on silent feet. The door was locked, and you squatted by the locking mechanism. You popped open your pocketknife, shoving it into the keyhole. You fiddled with it, jerking it this way and that, trying to brute force your way in—you didn’t have anything else to pick the lock…besides the shotgun on your back. But that wasn’t really silent.

With a satisfying click, the keyhole turned. You tried the doorknob, and it turned, opening the door as the blade of your knife snapped inside the keyhole. Glancing at your broken pocketknife, you closed it, tucking it back into your pocket before entering the warehouse. A broken knife is still a sharp object, and the blade was still good for cutting ropes or tape.

It was silent inside as you crept along, gun held at the ready. You weren’t nervous, you weren’t sad. All you felt was a cold, simmering rage that was barely being contained within you…and the smallest kernel of fear that Rafael may be severely injured or worse. If he was truly dead, then—no, you wouldn’t finish that thought. He couldn’t be dead. You weren’t quite sure what you’d do if he was, and that scared you more than anything. But you took that fear and shoved it deep within yourself, letting anger and instinct take over. There’d be plenty of time for fear and stress later.

Gun drawn, you made your way down a hallway of open doors, the rooms small and empty, when you heard a muffled groan from behind a closed door. You holstered your gun, taking out the shotgun—if this room was like the others you had passed, it was small enough for the shotgun.

Holding the shotgun at the ready, you made your way to the door, then knocked harshly, taking a step back and aiming. As the door opened, you looked a member of the BX9 in the face before you pulled the trigger, blasting him backwards.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled from inside the room. You kicked the door open, and it bounced off the dead man’s leg. You wedged your foot against the bottom of it, propping it open, and shoved the barrel of the shotgun towards the other man standing there. He jumped back in shock and fear, putting his hands up, a bloody knife falling from his hand and clattering to the floor. Between you was a man strapped to a chair, his back to you. But one look told you it wasn’t Rafael—he had blonde hair and his shoulders weren’t as broad. The man in the chair let out another groan, but you didn’t look away from the other BX9 member.

“Where’s Rafael Barba being held?” you asked, voice dangerous.

“Yo, he’s the one we tradin’ for Romero, right?” The man asked, voice shaky.

You gripped the shotgun tighter. “You have until the count of three to give me a location. One—”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t part o’ that hit! I was here, with—”

“Two—”

“I…I can find out! Lemme just text Jose—”

“Three.” You pulled the trigger, the shotgun blast deafening in the small room and silencing the man, splattering his blood on the wall behind him. You moved into the room, squatting down and reaching into the second dead man’s pocket, pulling out his cell. It was an old flip phone—a burner cell—so you didn’t need him to unlock it for you. You thumbed through the contacts until you found Jose, shooting him a text, asking for Rafael’s location. As you went to leave the room, you glanced at the poor man slumped in the chair, whimpering and groaning in pain. Using the burner cell, you called 911, requesting an ambulance, before leaving the warehouse. If Rafael was in the same shape as that man…you were already clenching your fists in rage.

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Jose didn’t text you back until almost 6am. Needless to say, you were furious, waiting for information, checking other BX9 hotspots, but finding no hint of Rafael there. At least he gave you an address instead of wondering why you were asking questions. So, with less than 3 hours remaining, you made your way to the destination, shotgun on your back and handgun on your hip. You felt no exhaustion from the sleepless night, having kept busy searching the city for your husband, your anger fueling you like gas to a flame.

You were across the street from where Jose had told you; it was an empty lot, a chain-link fence surrounding it, a rusted-out shipping container in the far end. Either Jose had completely fucked you, or they were in that shipping container. The only problem with the second option was that if you shot your gun—either one—inside there, you’d probably burst everyone’s eardrums, including your own…and Rafael’s, if he was indeed in there. But how to lure them out?

You made your way through the gate, your eyes never leaving the shipping crate. The opening was facing you; even though you could only see darkness inside with the barely rising sun casting shadows, you were sure they could see you just fine.

“I got your Captain out here,” you lied, your voice echoing along the buildings. “Show me the counselor.”

You heard scuffling inside, and a low voice saying, “go check,” before a man stepped out into the light.

“Where’s Romero?” he asked gruffly, coming to stand in front of you.

“Safe. Where’s Rafael?” you shot back, flexing your hands. The man had a gun in his waistband, but you knew you could draw faster.

“Safe,” he parroted back. “Show me Romero, and I’ll show you the lawyer.”

You stared at each other for a long time, sizing each other up. His hand twitched and you drew your gun, shooting him once in the chest. He had only made it halfway to his waistband before he was falling to the ground. You heard a scrambling inside the crate, and you aimed at the opening, waiting.

“Show me the ADA,” you called. “Or you all die.” You didn’t know how many there were, but you were following your own rationale—they wouldn’t fire a gun inside the container. Though there was still the option of stabbing Rafael…and you were praying they wouldn’t give up a chance at getting Romero back that easily by killing him.

A burly looking man came lumbering into the open, but you paid him no attention, your eyes instead locked on the man he was half-dragging with him. Rafael looked barely conscious, blood leaking from his temple and nose, his polo shirt torn and splattered with red. It looked like he had multiple stab wounds and cuts, and his legs were shaky beneath him. You clenched your teeth, your heart in your throat, but you didn’t lower your arm, gun still aimed at the man. You were seeing red as your eyes went to the gun pressed against the side of Rafael’s lolling head, then back to the man holding him up.

“Drop your gun, or he dies,” the man commanded.

A rush of adrenaline pumped through you, but you willed yourself to stay calm, unblinking as you stared the man down, unmoving. “I’m only going to say this once; let my husband go, or I’ll make you let him go,” you muttered, voice barely audible.

The man laughed. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do—” He was cut off as you pulled the trigger, hitting him between the eyes. As he fell backwards, Rafael stumbled forward, his legs buckling beneath him. You rushed forward, dropping your gun and catching him as he fell to his knees.

“Babe, look at me, are you okay? We gotta get you to a hospital,” you murmured, all the anger and rage that had filled you for the past day instantly leaving you. All you felt now was concern for your husband, and a profound relief that he was alive…plus an all-encompassing exhaustion that quickly filled in where the anger had left. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you through fluttering eyelids.

“…[y/n]? Wh-what happened?... I’m so tired…” Rafael mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open.

“Stay with me, baby,” you replied, suddenly afraid that he may not survive. You pulled out your phone with one hand, calling 911 for an ambulance, while lifting his shirt with your other hand, checking his injuries. He had various cuts and stabs on his torso, but they all seemed old, the blood dried. You grit your teeth as fleeting anger washed through you once more, wishing you left the bastards alive so that you could shoot them again.

Helping Rafael to his feet, you half-walked, half-dragged him out of the lot, laying him on the cool concrete. You murmured encouragement to him while waiting for the ambulance, trying to keep him conscious, your heart straining. The police showed up first—someone must’ve called in the gunshots. You flashed your badge, telling them that the two dead were with BX9 and were killed in self-defense. Not a full lie, but you also weren’t telling them the full truth, either. They didn’t ask too many questions, and you surrendered the shotgun instantly, your handgun laying in the lot still.

The ambulance finally came just as Rafael lost consciousness. You waved the paramedics over, watching with bated breath as they loaded him onto a gurney.

“I’m riding with him,” you said, climbing into the ambulance with your husband, clutching his hand.

***************

Rafael slowly awoke a few hours after being admitted to the hospital, his hand still clutched in yours. You had yet to contact SVU—or IAB, for that matter—wanting to let Rafael and yourself relax before being subjected to all the visitors, all the questions. The various cuts and stab wounds were shallow, and only a few needed stitches. Thankfully, he didn’t have anything too serious done to him physically—probably because they were afraid that they wouldn’t get Romero back if they fucked Rafael up too much.

“Hey, honey. How’re you feeling?” you asked, voice soft.

He blinked groggily, eyes slightly unfocused. “Like I was hit repeatedly by a car,” he groaned, trying to sit up.

“Relax, dear. Don’t strain yourself,” you said, but he didn’t stop. So, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, you helped him sit up.

Once up, you poured him some water, then helped him lift the cup to his mouth. “What happened? I…I remember getting attacked from behind at home. They knocked me out…and then I woke up in a metal room…” he trailed off, and you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I found you in a storage container in an empty lot—they wanted to trade you for Romero,” you explained, eyes hard. You both fell to silence for a moment before you said quietly, “if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. You know I won’t judge you.”

Rafael was silent for a long time, eyes downcast. He wasn’t one to talk freely about his emotions or thoughts—something that you learned to live with—but he was getting better about it with you. “When he stabbed me the first time, all I could think about was you…about how I was never going to see you again. I was sure I was going to die in that box….” Tears clouded his vision, and your heart shattered. “They didn’t tell me why I was there, why they took me. I…I didn’t know what was happening—”

“It’s okay, baby; you’re safe now,” you muttered, squeezing his hand. “I got you.”

Rafael sniffled. “I…should’ve listened to you about the threats. You were right—I should’ve had protection—”

“It’s in the past, Rafi. We can’t change it now.” It broke your heart to see Rafael like this, so shaken up. “Besides, I don’t think the BX9 are going to come anywhere near you anytime soon.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Why not? You didn’t give them Romero, did you?”

“Of course not. But….” You weren’t positive how to tell him, but you also couldn’t lie to him. “I was so…enraged when I found you were taken…. In the process of tracking you down, I may have…taken out some members….”

Rafael blinked at you. “You…you killed people?”

“Technically, yes, I did. But—”

“Are you crazy? How have you not been arrested yet? What’s going to happen—”

“Calm down, Raf. They were all done in self-defense. I won’t be arrested…though, I may lose my shield for it,” you explained.

Rafael fell back into silence as he thought about this. You were a little embarrassed about it, guilty because you knew how he felt about murder. But you wouldn’t feel bad about protecting your husband, and that’s what you had been doing. You weren’t sure how IAB would come at you, though, but you also weren’t too worried about it; you were a decorated detective with a clean record. Plus, there were no witnesses to what happened…except that one man in the warehouse. There would definitely be questions about why you left him strapped to a chair, bleeding out. And you didn’t think it would go to trial, but you were already wondering if “not guilty by mental defect” applied, since you were out of your mind with worry and rage at Rafael being abducted.

You shook yourself, pushing all that from your mind. “I do still want to have some protection put on you…just for a little, okay?”

Rafael nodded vaguely, gaze not quite meeting your eyes. “How long am I stuck here for?”

“I’m…not sure, but it shouldn’t be too much longer. They were waiting for you to wake up, but your injuries aren’t severe…. Speaking of, did you want me to find a—a therapist—”

“Absolutely not. I’m fine,” Rafael cut you off. You figured as much; he’d never admit something wrong with his mind, even when he had tough cases wearing him down for weeks, months. He just powers through it; that was his way. But you were afraid that this time may be different…for both of you.

You squeezed his hand once more, and his eyes softened as he looked at you. “Okay, love. Let me go find your nurse, see if I can take you home. I’m making you your favorite dinner tonight, and then we are sleeping in.”

Rafael gave you a soft smile, bringing your hand up, his lips brushing your knuckles lightly. “Thank you, mi amor. Te amo.”

“Te amo, Guapo,” you replied, standing and making your way out the door, reluctant to leave him alone, to take your eyes off him, even for a second. But Rafael was safe…for now…as safe as he could be.

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