#he will always be the best character of all time to me.

[inseobts]

oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.

Could you write about them as baby dads?

🫵 Made Him a Dad

after the pregnancy and labor let's see they’re doing as newly dads?

a/n: tried to not be repetitive but it was hard lmao

also a special thanks and credits to @katsukis-foxie6 for giving me some ideas, espcially for sanji's ❤︎❤︎❤︎

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The Straw Hat crew was anchored at a small island, taking a rare break after a long stretch of adventures. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the ship as you cradled your baby girl, Dawn, in your arms. She was only a few months old, but her presence already seemed to brighten every corner of the Thousand Sunny. Her tiny hands wrapped around your finger, and the sound of her soft giggles filled the air.

Luffy, his usual exuberance toned down just a bit, sat across from you, his eyes locked on Dawn with a mixture of pride and awe.

“She’s so cute, y/n,” Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth “Look at her! She’s already so strong! I bet she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Luffy’s enthusiasm “She’s barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe let’s wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.”

Luffy’s face lit up “Oh, at her age I already wanted to be the king of pirates!" He turns to look at you and your serious face kinda scares him "...Y-yeah, we should let her grow a little first! But she’s gonna be the best, I just know it! I’ll teach her everything I know!”

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the shore, and you looked up to see none other than your grandfather-in-law, Garp, strolling toward the ship with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Luffy!” Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him “I heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!”

Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement “Grandpa! You’re here!” He grabbed Dawn from your arms before you could even protest, holding her in front of Garp with the same proud grin he always wore “Look! This is my daughter!”

You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garp’s reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffy’s arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.

“She’s tiny,” Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness “I didn’t think Luffy could make something this cute.”

Luffy puffed out his chest with pride “She’s gonna grow strong, just like me! And she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

Garp grunted, crossing his arms “A pirate, huh? You’ve got a long way to go if you’re gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.”

Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing “I’ll make sure she’s ready! Right, Dawn?” He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawn’s tiny fingers grasped at Luffy’s hand, and it seemed like the whole world stopped for a second.

Garp let out a low chuckle, his usual gruff demeanor melting a bit as he saw the deep love in Luffy’s eyes “Well, kid, looks like you’re serious about being a dad. I can’t believe it, but I guess you’ve really grown up. She’s got your stupid grin, that’s for sure.”

Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement “Grandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter “She has your smile, alright” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawn’s face.

Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garp’s approval “I’m gonna teach her all kinds of stuff! How to eat a ton, how to never give up on your dreams, and how to make sure the meat’s always cooked perfectly! She’s gonna be awesome!”

Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk “Well, she’s not gonna be a pirate, that’s for sure.”

Luffy blinked in confusion “Huh? What do you mean? She’s gonna be the greatest pirate ever!”

Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously “No way. I’ve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. She’s gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.”

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief “What?! No way! She’s gonna be a pirate! You can’t stop that!”

Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffy’s reaction “Oh, I can see it now: ‘Little Dawn, future Marine Admiral!’ No pirates for her! She’ll be the one taking you down one day.”

Luffy’s face scrunched up in determination “No! You’ll see! She’ll be a pirate! And she’s gonna be the best one there is!”

You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffy’s hair and then glanced down at Dawn.

“She’s got a strong spirit, though,” Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little “I can tell she’ll be a handful, just like her old man. But I’ll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.”

Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream “I’ll make sure she’s ready to punch things too—pirate things!”

Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh “Well, kid, you’ve got a good one here. Just don’t be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.”

Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly “We’ll see about that.”

As the sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, you felt the promise of a new journey unfolding, one with your family at the heart of it all. With Luffy by your side and Garp giving his usual advice, there was no doubt that little Dawn would grow up surrounded by love, adventure, and laughter, her own future as bright as the sun setting before you.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

Your daughter, barely a few months old, has her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, her grip firm, almost unrelenting. Zoro raises an eyebrow as he tries to gently pull away, but she refuses to let go, her tiny face scrunching up in determination.

“Damn,” he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused “She’s strong.”

You laugh softly, leaning against his arm “Like her dad.”

Zoro doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches your daughter with an unreadable expression, his free hand absentmindedly running over her soft, wispy hair. The moment lingers, quiet, thoughtful, before he finally speaks again.

“No,” he says, voice low “Like her mom.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. When you look up at him, you see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch slightly against your daughter’s back. He’s thinking about something serious. Something deep.

Zoro’s gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be “That day…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “And not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Your chest tightens. Zoro isn’t one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.

“I couldn’t do anything at all,” he admits, still staring at your daughter’s tiny hand around his finger “I just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight I’ve ever been in, no injury I’ve ever had... it’s nothing compared to that.” He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw “You’re stronger than me, y/n, believe me.”

You feel your breath catch.

It’s not just the words, it’s also the way he says them, with complete sincerity. Zoro, who has trained his entire life to be the strongest swordsman, means it. He believes it.

You squeeze his arm gently, your voice soft “Zoro…”

He huffs, shaking his head as if the thought still overwhelms him. Then, his expression softens just a little as he looks down at your daughter again. She’s still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Zoro smirks faintly “She’s lucky to have you as her mom” he mutters.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest “She’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you catch the way his grip on your daughter shifts slightly, gentler, but still firm. Protective. Always.

She might have his strength, but Zoro knows exactly where it comes from.

And he’ll never forget it.

Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.

He’s that type of super stressed dads who keeps running around following every single thing she does so that he can catch her if needed. All this with always a big blush on his face.

But it’s not that bad that he controls her bec, in fact, right now, your one-year-old daughter is standing in the middle of the deck, holding onto Luffy’s index fingers as he swings her back and forth like a human jump rope. Every time he lifts her up, she squeals in delight, kicking her little legs mid-air before landing on the deck.

“Again! Again!” she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffy’s fingers with ridiculous strength.

Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls “Oi. Don’t drop her.”

Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide “Don’t worry! I won’t!”

You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh “She’s fine, Zoro. Look at her, she’s having fun.”

Zoro doesn’t budge, arms still crossed “She’s one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.”

Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes “You wanna fly?!”

“Luffy, NO.” you and Zoro shout at the same time.

Kazuki claps her hands “Fly!”

“NO,” Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy “You are not throwing my kid.”

Luffy pouts “But she’s got a strong grip! She wouldn’t even let go—”

“Luffy,” you say, rubbing your temples “let’s not test her durability today, please.”

Luffy sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesn’t wobble off.

Zoro mutters under his breath but doesn’t stop it. At least Luffy’s holding onto her.

Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki “There’s my little princess,” he coos, hands in his pockets “You hungry, sweetheart?”

Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams “Yummy?”

Sanji grins “The yummiest. I made you something special.”

Zoro immediately frowns “What did you make her?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Relax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.”

Zoro doesn’t move “You sure there’s nothing weird in it?”

Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face “Weird? She’s a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think I’d put in her food?”

You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting “Okay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll stay with her.”

“I’m good, I’ll go later… don’t worry” he says softly but still watches like a hawk as Sanji hands Kazuki a tiny rice ball. She immediately grabs it with both hands and shoves it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Good?” Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.

Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams “Good!”

You smile and ruffle her hair “Say ‘thank you,’ Kazu.”

Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice “Fanku.”

Sanji clutches his chest like he’s been shot “Ohh, my sweet little angel, you’re so polite—”

Zoro scoffs “Don’t act like you raised her.”

Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares “Dada’s idiot.”

Silence.

Then the crew loses it.

Luffy collapses onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Nami has to lean against a barrel, wiping tears from her eyes. Sanji turns away, shoulders shaking with laughter. Even Robin chuckles from where she’s reading in her chair.

Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.

You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her “Sweetheart, don’t call your daddy an idiot.”

Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and says—

“Dada’s big idiot.”

Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.

Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.

You bite your lip, but it’s no use, you’re laughing too.

Zoro glares at all of you “I blame all of you for this... y/n, stop it”

Kazuki, sensing she’s won, lifts her arms up to Zoro. He sighs, scooping her up, resting her against his chest. She immediately nuzzles into his shoulder, letting out a happy little hum.

“Dada” she murmurs.

Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm “You love her” you tease.

Zoro scoffs “Obviously… unlike you, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

You go and leave a quick peck on his lips “You’re my lovely big big idiot”.

He blushes like crazy.

Kazuki looks up, sleepy “Dada?”

“Hm?”

She grins “Dada’s big big idiot.”

The crew howls with laughter.

Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.

She’s happy, safe, and in his arms. That’s all that matters.

That afternoon, you find them sleeping adorably together, in the same napping position. Smiling, you take a blanket and gently cover them both. Zoro stirs awake, thinking the baby has moved, something that makes you smile even more, knowing how hard it usually is to wake him. When he sees it’s you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji is soft with her.

Softer than you ever thought possible.

You watch from the doorway as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, cradling your daughter so delicately, like she’s made of glass. His thumb gently strokes over her tiny fingers, his breath slow, steady, controlled. But his eyes hold something else.

Something hesitant.

Something uncertain.

Your heart tightens.

“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, stepping closer “You don’t have to be so tense.”

Sanji barely glances up “I know.”

But he doesn’t relax. Not even a little.

Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, she’ll change into something unfamiliar, something he won’t know how to handle.

You sit beside him, curling close, resting your head against his shoulder. One arm wraps around his waist, the other reaching out to trace the soft fabric of the onesie your daughter is bundled in. She shifts slightly, making a tiny sound, and Sanji freezes.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes. The way his fingers twitch, just barely, as if bracing himself.

And suddenly, you understand.

“Sanji.” You keep your voice gentle “What’s wrong?”

He exhales slowly through his nose “Nothing.”

You don’t let that slide. Not with him. Not when he’s never been able to lie to you.

You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face “You’re scared.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit “Of course I am,” he murmurs “I’ve never done this before.”

You shake your head “No, I know it's not just that.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he won’t say out loud.

So you say them for him... “You’re scared of being like him.”

Sanji flinches.

It’s barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.

“I’m not,” he starts, but his voice falters “I mean—I would never—”

“I know,” you cut in softly “And she’ll know too.”

His breath shudders “But what if—”

“She won’t be like them, Sanji.” You rest your hand over his, where he’s still holding her so, so carefully “And even if she was, she’d still be ours.”

Sanji swallows hard “I don’t want her to be cold,” he whispers “I don’t want her to feel like she has to earn love. I don’t want her to think—” He stops, jaw clenching “Like I did.”

Your chest tightens.

You knew. Of course you knew. You knew how deep his scars ran, how much he still carried, no matter how much love he poured into everyone else.

You squeeze his hand “She won’t.”

Sanji shakes his head “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you insist, voice steady “Because you are her father.”

That makes him pause.

“She’s going to grow up knowing love, Sanji. Because you give it so easily, so naturally. Because you would rather die than see her cry. Because when she wakes up at night, you hold her before I can even sit up. Because you—” Your voice wavers, but you press on “Because you are already the best father she could ever have.”

Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.

“She’s so small” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smile, leaning into him again “Yeah. But she’s yours.”

That does something to him.

You feel the tension in his body shift, melting just a little. He looks down at your daughter again, something lighter in his expression now. Something less like fear and more like wonder.

“She’s beautiful” he breathes.

You kiss his shoulder “Like her dad.”

Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice “I hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.”

You nudge him playfully “She has a father who will love her unconditionally.”

Sanji doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Yeah, she has that.”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t say anything, just slide your arms around him, tucking yourself against his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Sanji rests his chin lightly atop your head. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.

Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, “I was easy to love. My father was just really bad.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not something he’s ever said before, not so plainly, not so simply.

But now, with his daughter sleeping in his arms, with you curled up beside him, with love so clear and so real around him, he finally believes it.

The fears won’t vanish overnight. The scars won’t disappear. But right here, right now, in the quiet of your room, with your daughter safe in his arms Sanji finally lets himself believe it.

He is more than enough.

And he always will be.

The next morning you wake up to chaos.

“Oi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!” Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight “Luffy, she’s not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!”

“She likes it, though!” Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms “Right, mini-cook?”

His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesn’t immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, “If you drop her, Luffy, so help me—”

“Oh, come on, love-cook,” Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing “You’re acting like she’s made of glass.”

Sanji whirls around to glare at him “You grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swear—”

“Oh no,” Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk “We’ve lost him.”

Usopp nods dramatically “RIP Sanji. He used to be cool.”

Franky wipes an imaginary tear “Another victim of dad syndrome.”

Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.

“LUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THE—”

You snort. Loudly.

And just like that, Sanji freezes.

His brain short-circuits because—oh.

You’re laughing.

Not a little chuckle, not a polite giggle. Full-on, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

Sanji forgets about murdering Luffy, forgets about all the dumbasses around him, because you’re happy.

His shoulders drop. His fists loosen.

Then, as if sensing his shift, his daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him.

Sanji immediately swoops in, taking her from Luffy and holding her close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “That’s enough flying for today, sweetheart.”

Nami smirks “Aww, the overprotective dad act is over already?”

Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way you’re still wiping laughter from your eyes, and—

God.

If this is what family feels like, if this is what love feels like, then he never, ever wants anything else in the whole world.

[demigod-shenanigans]

It’s also interesting because BoO even actively brings up how Jason just assumes he’s going to be the one to die. Nor for a second does he even consider Leo dying an option. And that’s very much out of love—Jason stating he likes to be alive but also could never live with himself of he let any harm come to Leo and of course Leo’s life is more important than his.

Jason was raised to be a hero since he’s been three years old. His life has always been worth less than the greater good.

Leo though? For the first several years of his life he had a mom who actively tried to shield him from that. Hera appeared to try and train him and Esperanza said no, not yet, he’s too young.

There’s nothing Esperanza fears more than for her son to grow up into a hero. Not because she doesn’t think he’s qualified, but because heroes don’t live happy lives. Heroes always, always end up dead.

Beryl doesn’t care about that. She only sees Jason’s worth once he grows up to be a great warrior.

Leo takes that role that’s been meant for his best friend and decides that, no, he’s not letting Jason do the dumb hero shit. He’s doing the dumb hero shit, thank you very much. (Both Jason and Leo in their heads justify this with “my life is worth less than yours so it should be me”, which makes me feel absolutely ill actually)

And in my head Leo very much frames it as “I was supposed to be the funny sidekick who dies in act two to motivate the real hero and I couldn’t even get that right” after ToA

I think a lot of my beef with ToA in general (which is a massive problem with Leo but unfortunately not just with him) is that because everyone’s page count is so limited, the only one who gets explored properly is Apollo. Everyone is just kind of there and going through a bunch of awful shit and then we never talk about it!! We never talk about how Leo sacrificed himself outside of the fucking punch line joke! He brings up he slept under a bridge for a month and that basically gets brushed off as a one-off joke! We never properly get to see Leo or Thalia or Reyna grieve properly for Jason because the books don’t have time for that, no matter how important it is for their characters. Frank tries to sacrifice himself to avenge Jason and we barely talk about that either!! And I just find it so frustrating because I care so much about these kids but they all get reduced down to one specific plot point that Riordan felt like he needed to sort out and a lot of the complexities that made these characters interesting just kind of get lost in the larger plot because it doesn’t have time for them.

Also, I’m a little worried about the Hephaestus kids, ngl. Like both times their leaders actually got to be heroes (Beckendorf and Leo), that ended with them sacrificing themselves. You can be more than just the person who provides the tools is good but I hope the rest of them also realizes this doesn’t have to mean fiery death in the process :/

Hands down one of the funniest things about tlh Valgrace is how badly Leo wants them to be in some sort of imbalanced rivalry/prince and stablehand situation but Jason just. Being way too nice for it to work?

Leo: I am worse than you in every way imaginable. I hate your stupid good looks and the fact that you’re this perfect hero and I will never measure up to you.

Jason: Incorrect! Actually you’re incredible and better than me in so many ways and I wish I could do half the stuff you do! You’re so cool! I’m so lucky to know you and love that we’re best friends :D

Leo: …what the hell is happening

[itsriabby]

Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 1)

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Warnings: slight slut shaming (Steve is kind of an asshole at first).

Hi!! I thought about trying something new and this came up. I don’t really know if I should continue it so let me know if you like it! Thank youuuu!!!

Part 1 | Part 2

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“What do you mean she’s not coming?”

Steve was mad. Actually, no, Steve was furious. Angela had been working with him for the first two seasons of the show he was in, and frankly, she’s one of the only people he doesn’t hate in there.

Everyone treats him like this stuck up marionette, either not even looking at him because they’re scared of him, or kissing the ground he walks on, doing things for him like he’s a dummy, as if he can’t take a simple direction. It’s honestly insufferable.

The rest of the cast are nice and all, but he doesn’t really spend much time with them out of character. The only time he felt he could be himself and disconnect for a while was in that chair in the makeup trailer, with that middle-aged woman that treated him like her own son, and who’s now, apparently, getting fired.

“Steve, listen, I get that you’re angry, but she’s not getting the results we were hoping for. This season is filled with gruesome scenes that need some vfx makeup that she’s, quite frankly, not qualified for.” Sam, the showrunner, exhaled, like explaining the situation was a waste of his time.

“How do you know that though? You haven’t even seen-“

“We have. We’ve done a test run on a lot of the looks and even she said herself that it wasn’t “her thing”.” Sam sighed, pinching between his eyes. “Look, she’s been in the business for more than 20 years, and she’s tired of having to learn new advanced techniques to do everything we ask her, she just wants to do the usual screen-ready skin and that’s it.”

“But-“

Sam grabs Steve’s shoulder, softening his expression. “I know you bonded with her. And trust me, I get it, it sucks.” He shrugs nonchalantly “But her job wasn’t to be your friend, it was to do makeup, and it’s not up to par, so she’s out, end of story. Now please do me a favor and go change, the new makeup girl is waiting for you in the trailer.” Sam leaves immediately, leaving Steve to dwell on this unwanted situation.

Not only does he have to come to terms with the fact that Angela won’t be here anymore, he has to deal with the new hire.

He doesn’t want to meet her.

If Angela’s not enough for this, then who did they get to replace her? If 20 years worth of work isn’t good enough, the new “girl” has to be old enough to be her grandma. And he bets she’s one of those stuck up mua’s that stay quiet for two hours and look at you like a project, like you’re a canvas, not a human being. God he really didn’t want to meet her.

No one can compare to Angela. She was real to him, she treated him like he was normal. Plus, he really did see her as a parental figure, and God knows he doesn’t have much of those. But well, as it’s been shown time and time again, everyone leaves him, so what’s one more?

Actually no, that’s not true. Robin’s there, as always. She now has the title “manager” added to “best friend” but honestly, nothing’s changed. She’s always wanted the best for him and held him accountable at the same time, so he couldn’t have imagined someone better for the job.

The kids, Nancy and Jonathan are there too, but he hasn’t really seen them in a long time, and they call as much as they can but it’s not that much. Not that he blames them, they all have their own lives.

He thought making friends in Hollywood would be easier, a fresh start, but its the absolute worst. Not only are the friendships fake and shallow, they have a shelf life of 2 months tops. They adore you and tell you what you wanna hear, and the minute they find their next new shiny friend, you’re out. So he has to admit, he feels pretty lonely.

“Goddamit Steve, I’m not your nanny!” Robin marches into his trailer, walking up to him and yanking him up so he stands up “You were supposed to be in the makeup trailer 30 minutes ago! And that tiny short-tempered producer has been blowing up my ear for 10 minutes straight, so you either go out there or I’ll have to kick his minuscule ass and you’ll face the consequences cause-“

“Ok!ok! I’ll go!” Steve raises his hands, trying to calm her down “i didn’t notice I’d been here so long, I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders slump down and she sighs “It’s ok dingus, I’m sure you’re stressed with all your start-of-the-season shit. Go do your magic and we’ll order takeout tonight, alright?” She gives him a soft smile.

They’ve been roommates for years. It’s been a long time since they’ve passed the point of affording their own place, but L.A. is lonely, so having company at the end of the day is nice.

“Ok. Although I’m not sure if you need that more than I do.” Steve laughs and raises his eyebrows playfully.

“Sure, sure, whatever. Go get your makeup done princess” she ushers him away, pushing him out of his own trailer and shutting the door on his face.

…

When Robin said he was late to makeup, she really wasn’t lying. The trailer was almost empty at that point. A girl was sitting in one of the chairs, but apart from her, completely empty.

He’d never seen that girl before but he’d been told there were new characters this season, so she must be one of them. She’s pretty and around his age, maybe a love interest. She’s also on her phone so she must be waiting for this new makeup artist too.

Who’s nowhere to be seen apparently.

“Not very professional is she?” He jokes, sitting a couple chairs away from her and taking off his jacket.

She jumps a little, obviously not expecting him. Immediately she turns off her phone and tucks it in her jean pocket, looking at him very confused “Sorry?”

He points behind them, where no one is “The new makeup girl, or woman, I guess. Not very professional to be absent on her first day.”

She frowns “Actually-“

“But what do I know? The big guys hired her. She’s probably sucking up to them, figuratively or literally, cause she must be sleeping with one of them to make them fire Angela. She was the best, really, if you’d met her you’d love her. But she’s gone, so we’ll make do with whoever this is, if she shows up that is.” He shrugs, getting comfortable on the chair.

“Unbelievable.” she scoffs.

“Right?” Steve smiles. At last, someone who gets his indignation. It doesn’t hurt that she’s hot, but really, he needed a friend here.

Maybe this is the subject they relate to, and because of this mutual annoyance they end up with a beautiful friendship. Or something more. He hasn’t had action in a while.

You know what they say, nothing brings people closer than a common enemy.

He glimpses through the mirror the new plaque on the wall behind him, reading it out loud. “Wow, even her name sounds pretentious.” He looks at her with a smirk “I’m Steve by the way, what’s your name?”

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Frankie, the older black woman who introduced herself earlier as the hair magician, shouts your name before opening the door to the trailer “Hi honey, I don’t wanna rush you but he has to be ready in 5 minutes.” She nods to Steve.

“It’s alright, tell Erik I’ll be quick.” You pick up your face palette and start mixing shades to get Steve’s color.

Steve fucking Harrington. Who with a quick glance, you can see is shocked to learn you’re the woman he’s been shit-talking about. What an asshole.

You were actually excited to work with him. He was your favorite character in the show and after watching some of the cast’s interviews, you kinda became his fan.

Not anymore.

“Wait. You’re-“ He frowns, trying to understand just how bad he’s fucked up.

“The slut who’s sucked off her way here? In the flesh” You give him a sarcastic smile, before dropping it completely and turning his chair around, facing you.

“I- I thought…”

You start applying light concealer on the reddening areas of his face, not including the blush he’s now sporting. “That I wasn’t her? No shit.”

You continue working under his eyes, making him avoid staring at you.

“You could’ve told me.” he mutters, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I tried, you were pretty passionate on the subject.”

You thank whoever made the schedule for filming a natural look today, because if you spend much more time with him alone, you can’t promise he’ll come out alive. And it’s not a good look for your first day of work.

He looks down apologetically, feeling guilty for his words in the heat of the moment “Look… I’m sorry for saying what I said, I’m having a really-“

“Shut up.” you cut him off.

He looks taken aback, frowning and looking up to stare at you “Excuse me?”

“Stop talking, I’m trying to do my job.” You mutter nonchalantly, giving him the last touches under his lower lip.

He’s still processing, a disoriented look taking over his face, cause there’s no way someone’s talked to him that way, not after he became who he is now at least.

You put all the makeup back in its place and turn around to face him one last time, “There you go Mona Lisa, you can leave now.” You clap his cheek a couple times without applying pressure, just to piss him off, and point to the door behind him.

He’s still speechless when he leaves the trailer, and when he finishes shooting, and even that night at home, with a slice of greasy pizza between his teeth, he can’t seem to shake off the way you acted, the way you talked to him. It’s like you couldn’t care less about him.

It infuriates him.

It infuriates him so much he spends all night tossing and turning, thinking about you. Cause if you want to play like this, then game on, you have no idea what you started.

[dippindaz]

hello! i really like the your writing🥰 i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if i could ask for some headcanons for Eddie, Billy and Steve with a reader who escaped from the lab with Eleven (maybe she is her older sister) and she has powers like Eleven. no pressure ofccc <333

I love this so much!!!! I love doing the main character type stuff in x readers, like the reader having powers and such. I think it’s so fun 🙈☺️

Eddie Munson

• Eddie is fascinated by your powers. He’s always asking you to demonstrate them, calling you things like “Dark Sorceress” because, to him, your abilities are the ultimate supernatural coolness.

• When Eddie finds out you and Eleven are sisters, his first reaction is pure disbelief. “Wait, wait, wait—you’re telling me Hawkins has not one, but two badass psychic girls? And they’re related? That’s insane.”

• He’s obsessed with the idea of you and El as some kind of mystical duo. He immediately starts calling you “the Psychic Sisters” and writes a whole D&D storyline inspired by the two of you.

• He gets so excited whenever you and Eleven interact with your powers. “Oh my god, you guys are actually doing telepathic sister stuff, aren’t you? That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

• He quickly becomes the fun uncle figure to Eleven. While you’re more protective and responsible, Eddie is the one sneaking her junk food and introducing her to metal when you’re not around.

• He’s incredibly soft with Eleven, though. He knows she’s been through hell, and seeing how much you care for her makes him even more gentle with her. He’d die before letting anything happen to her—or you.

• The first time he sees you and Eleven with matching nosebleeds after using your powers too much, he panics. He wipes the blood off both of your faces with his sleeve, all while muttering, “Jesus Christ, you guys need a cooldown period or something.”

• If you and Eleven ever get into a disagreement, Eddie takes neither of your sides—he just sits back and watches like it’s the best reality show ever. “Ooooh, psychic sibling drama. Should I grab popcorn, or is this a dangerous situation?”

• He fully believes that if the government ever comes after you again, the two of you could just throw their vans across the county. But still, he always has an escape plan ready. “Look, I’m just saying, if we need to make a run for it, I’ve got a van and an underground network of weirdos who’d totally help hide you.”

Billy Hargrove

• Billy doesn’t trust easily, and the idea of psychic powers freaks him out at first. He’s used to fighting with his fists, so the idea that you could just throw him across the room without touching him makes him defensive.

• And when he finds out about Eleven too? He’s a little more freaked out. One psychic weirdo was enough, but now there’s two?

• But once he sees that you’re fiercely protective of El, something about that clicks with him. He might be a mess, but he understands the instinct to look out for a little sibling.

• And once he realizes you’re not a threat (and definitely once he sees you use your powers to mess with people he doesn’t like), he starts to love it. He eggs you on—“Come on, princess, knock that asshole on his ass.”

• He doesn’t really get the whole lab backstory at first—he wasn’t there for all the Upside Down chaos—but the more he learns, the angrier he gets. The idea of people experimenting on defenseless kids makes his blood boil.

• He’s reckless, so he sometimes pushes you too far, daring you to use your abilities when you really shouldn’t. But if he ever sees you genuinely struggling—nosebleeds, passing out, the trauma of the lab catching up—he shuts up real fast

• Billy knows what it’s like to be controlled. Maybe not by the government, but by his father. When he realizes the lab tried to take away your agency, too, he understands. He won’t say it outright, but he lets you see that softer part of him when it’s just the two of you.

• You and Eleven sometimes team up to mess with him. One time, you made his cigarette float just out of reach while Eleven stole his beer. He was pisse

• He’d rather die than admit it, but knowing you’re watching out for him makes him feel safe for the first time in a long time.

Steve Harrington

• Steve goes through all five stages of grief when he realizes you have literal superpowers. He doesn’t doubt you, but it takes a second for him to wrap his head around it.

• The moment Steve finds out you’re Eleven’s sister, he immediately takes on an older brother role for both of you. He’s already protective of El, but realizing she has an older sister who also went through hell in the lab makes him even more determined to keep both of you safe.

• He often finds himself being the middleman in your sibling dynamic. If you and Eleven ever argue, he’s the one sighing, “Okay, let’s all take a deep breath before one of you flips a car over, yeah?”

• When you and El start developing your own inside jokes or ways of communicating without words, Steve is so left out. He gets all pouty, “Oh, great, now I have two psychic weirdos ganging up on me.” But he secretly loves that you guys are that close.

• But it’s not just about protection—Steve cares. He wants to know about you, not just your powers. Your favorite songs, the little things that make you happy, what you want for yourself beyond the lab.

• He hates seeing you overextend yourself. When you push too hard and get hurt, he freaks out. He doesn’t care how powerful you are—he’s carrying you out of danger whether you like it or not.

• If you and Eleven ever have synchronized nosebleeds after using too much power, Steve panics like crazy. “Okay, no more of that! I’m putting a ban on all psychic stuff for at least a week.” (Not that it works.)

• But the second anyone tries to exploit or hurt you? He’s throwing hands before you even have to use your powers.

• He absolutely tries to use your abilities for dumb things. “Hey, can you, like, float the remote over here? …No? Okay, cool, no, yeah, I’ll get up.”

• He’s not scared of you, even when you’re at your most dangerous. He’s just scared for you. He knows what happens when people get used to being seen as a weapon instead of a person, and he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you never feel like that.

Overall Dynamic

• Eddie, Billy, and Steve all have very different reactions to your powers, but in their own way, they each become part of your real family—the one you chose.

• Eddie wants to make you feel normal (while also hyping you up like a rockstar).

• Billy wants to make you feel powerful (but also secretly safe).

• Steve wants to make you feel loved (because he knows you need it).

• Any one of them or all three of them would burn Hawkins to the ground before they let anyone take you back to the lab.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Japan is here to save the slump

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2025 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 20 of 24 - Santa is really good at comedy, I gotta say. Wine is so cute 'cause he's so frank and earnest. It's adorable! (Inquiring minds would like to know if people in Thailand put perfume on their cheeks?) Lots of linguistic negotiation of pronouns in this episode so that made me really happy.

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 10 end - OMG they made them act and SING at the same time. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. (Raise your proverbial hand if you could actually hear me writhing in pain as that scene aired? Because my whole body was cringing so hard I swear I fractured my own cartilage.) I’m sorry but this show was doing really well for a Mame but that singing was sphincter-shrinking bad. And seemingly endless…

Okay the second half: The running of the gays, how very Japanese of you. So about 1/2 of the final ep was utterly unbearable, but the rest was fine.

Let's talk?

This show had an excellent premise about two fated mates, Cir & Phu, destined to be lovers in multiple parallel worlds. It is the curse of A Cir Who Knows Better to ensure that they manage to always end up together. This effectively explained all Cir’s weird creepy stalker behavior (pièce de résistance of a MAME seme) with the bonafide excuse of that tugging red thread. Turns out I forgive a lot for a strong premise, especially when combined with truly stellar chemistry. *But* there was also some bad chewing of the scenery and really terrible singing at key moments that screwed the landing (yes that too, but). The sex scenes were some of the best we’ve ever had, unfortunately even they weren’t good enough to mitigate that damn singing. 8/10

A solid showing from MAME, I was shocked, there was a point there when I thought this was gonna get a 9/10 from me! 

My Golden Blood (Weds YouTube iQIYI) Ep 1 of 12 - Trailer. GMMTV taking on Weds nights and midweek discourse (they hope) with this hotly anticipated vampire series. Is Thailand finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve? Just keep in mind us sh*theads don't deserve much.

And it looks like that's exactly what we are getting.

I'm sorry ya'll: I don't like it. But not in a "witty trash watch" kinda way. So it's going here instead: You ready?

Classic main character = orphan with a mysterious past and bad dreams plus people around are weird about his certain traits. I wonder the thing I always wonder, why not give him martial arts training if he has known enemies? I've done various forms for years and never once cut myself. Of course Joss has a shirtless coming out if a pool intro. I can hear the dev team... "Hear me out now, baywatch just... vampires." I see we have new competition in the Advanced Bravely school of muscled thirst. As it should be. Been a while since we’ve had anyone on the scene who could give Jason Xu a run for his money. Joss is just the man to flex it. Is it just me or does this pair have negative chemistry? Yes we can all tell this is directed GAY! but Joss + Gawin do not seem even the slightest bit gay. The camera on the other (em) hand...

I asked for gay twilight, I’m getting gay twilight. Same lack of chemistry, bad special effects, and everything.

(Theory: Mark was the one who killed/drained all of Tong's fam of their golden blood and that is how he got his healing power.)

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 8 or 10 - all I care about is the side couple. 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - I do like EarthMix. I just really wish this were a better show. I kinda feel bad for them. That said, l love the host club + live gay boys reaction. Snicker 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 - I continue to enjoy this a lot. I like how creepy and sinister pretty much everybody is (except for our puppy hero). Who is dog paddling through the filth of his crush's love triangle of past relationships. I like the fact that in the theater an unofficial pass was made. It was totally adorable. Every one is a mess and it's sustaining all of BL right now.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 6 of 8 - Baby boy do not flirt with a closet case! Have you learned nothing?

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 6 of 8 - didn't drop or I somehow missed it. Caught it! It was lovely, nice kiss, I like where the plot is going although... no singing please.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Our poor little gay boy is being v tested. And testing himself. Side couple = tiny idiots. In other news, one of them is wearing a shirt I actually own! I feel like peek BL stan. (Also I may shop too much in Taipei.) Does I qualify for the shared BL communal wardrobe?

The main trope to rule all BL tropes has returned= he is never asleep.

It's airing but......

Gelboys (Thai iQIYI) 7 eps - I’m giving this show a pass. It’s just too far out of my wheelhouse. I don’t have patience right now. Ends next week.

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) 8 eps - Has this ended? Anyone watch it?

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interst me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

In case you missed it:

CUTEST little JBL short drop on YT. No idea it's real title. About 2 students secretly dating trying to decide to come out. It's popular guy + nerd! Absolutely not sure how long this will last on YT but adorable and worth 17 minutes of your time. Do it ASAP! I don't want a repeat of everyone asking me for Wimpy Corporate Drone again. There seems to be a pervious installment in the series, but no subs.

Don't say I never bring you any prezzies.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming March 2025

3/19? Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) Ep 1 of 7 - Announced for 2023, adapted from a novel of the same name. Fifa just graduated high school and travels to a remote province to take care of his grandma, before starting uni. There he meets Chief Hem, a forest ranger.

3/20 Top Form (Thailand Thurs WeTV) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaptation of a Japanese manga starring Boom (Chains of Heart) opposite Smart (Don't Say No). Actor recognized as the "The Sexiest Man of the Year" has his first-place position usurped by newcomer. But while he sees them as rivals, turns out the new kid has other ideas. I'm super excited for this but hate watching on WeTV so gonna be a challenge.

3/21 Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Thailand Fri GMMTV & iQIYI) 12 eps - Trailer. Finally Mark is leading a BL! This one based on a Jittirain novel about a weird sunshine student dentist and his sugar-addicted patient, described as a romcom meets romantic therapy. Also, Jimmy is there, primarily to give me second lead syndrome. It looks silly but earnest, I'm looking forward to it actually.

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri ????) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of it's original year.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Drive by phone repair for the win. I love them both so much.

That is the jock saying it to the nerd. Yes our nerd is the top in this dynamic. When I tell you to watch a thing, I'm not joking around!

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

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WHAT THE SLASHERS SMELL LIKE

Except I get too realistic and carried away

Author’s Note: No seriously. I got carried away. Didn’t intend to write for this many slashers but the thoughts kept coming. If you all want a part 2, let me know!

Characters: Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Rufus “RJ” Firefly Jr., Baby Firefly, Otis B. Driftwood, Captain Spaulding, Pinhead, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Art the Clown, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Ash Williams (I know he’s not a slasher, shush), Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Mitch/The Ghost, The Driller Killer

Warnings/tags: Realistic takes on the body odor & hygiene of various horror characters, mention of sex on Freddy’s part (and alluded to in Otis’s part), gender neutral reader, not beta read

Word count: 1.7k

Jason Voorhees

Jason smells bad. Like really bad. He smells like mud, mildew, blood, and a rotting corpse that’s been soaking in lake water. It takes a long time to be in such close proximity to him. Personal hygiene isn’t his strong suit at all. But once you come along he’ll definitely try. His clothes can be changed and washed but Jason’s body stinks in a way that a shower and soap simply can’t fix (at least not fully). It’s possible to get the smell toned down to somewhat tolerable levels. But realistically I think he’ll always have a bit of a smell to him.

Bo Sinclair

Bo, for the most part, smells fine. He takes regular showers, washes his hair with a generic shampoo, brushes his teeth, etc. When he hasn’t been working, he’ll smell like cheap cologne and whatever scented soap you keep in the shower. But if he’s been working at the mechanic shop he’ll come home smelling like sweat, oil, and gasoline (and blood if he’s killed someone that day). There’s also always a faint smell of cigarettes. The smell seems to have seeped into his clothes permanently after many years of smoking. You don’t have to coax him to shower, he heads there without a fight. After a long day, a shower can make him feel better anyway.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn’t smell too bad but he doesn’t always smell great. He often smells like beeswax, which isn’t a bad smell. But he can get quite sweaty as well and doesn’t shower as frequently as Bo. So it’s not the best smell combo. I mean, he’s constantly working in a hot basement/workshop…in a sweater…in a mask…with long hair……in Louisiana. Yeah, sweating is a common occurrence. He’ll probably increase his amount of showers for you. He gets so caught up in sculpting that he forgets sometimes though.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is the worst Sinclair brother when it comes to smell and hygiene. When you first meet him smells like roadkill, sweat, and dirt. His hygiene isn’t great. He doesn’t shower often, nor brush his teeth often. But when you come along he definitely starts caring about his hygiene more. He’ll take showers and brush his teeth. Maybe he’ll wash his clothes more…maybe.

Rufus “RJ” Firefly Jr.

Rufus smells fine for the most part. He showers regularly and uses deodorant. By the end of the day though he might have a slight musky smell to him but nothing too bad usually. Sometimes he would stink after working on cars all day in the Texas heat. He’d come home smelling like sweat and oil and you might have to ask him to take a shower. Occasionally he’d have a faint smell of beer or whatever alcohol was lying around on his clothes.

Baby Firefly

Baby takes frequent showers and bubble baths (when she’s not on the run with the family). She likes soap with a fruity scent, often opting for something that smells of berries. Sometimes she’d smell like blood but usually, she’d smell rather good. She has a variety of different perfumes snagged from the luggage of different victims. Just like her soap, she often goes for things with more of a fruit scent.

Otis B. Driftwood

Otis doesn’t smell good often. In fact, a lot of the time he smells straight-up bad. Like corpses, blood, alcohol, and tobacco. Otis does take showers though so the smell is temporary. He doesn’t take them often though and sometimes you’ll have to ask him (or mildly threaten him) to shower. If he’s being stubborn and you really, really want him to shower then you can coax him by getting in the shower and asking him to join you. He’ll never say no to that offer.

Captain Spaulding

Captain Spaulding smells okay usually. He’s not the best smelling out of the Firefly family but he’s not that bad. He often smells like fried chicken from making it so often at his shop. There are some faint hints of alcohol, blood, and maybe even cigarettes. His dental hygiene isn’t great but he does take somewhat regular showers.

Pinhead

Pinhead smells like blood, leather, and metal. It’s not an overbearing smell like some of the other slashers but it’s there. You can smell it when you hug him close. I don’t think he gets very sweaty. Honestly, do Cenobites even sweat? He doesn’t shower, doesn’t brush his teeth. Hell, he barely even removes the leather he wears. He’s not human and he doesn’t care about human concepts of hygiene.

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal smells really, really good. He takes regular showers, wears deodorant, and brushes his teeth twice a day. He sometimes splurges on more expensive shampoos, soap, and cologne. He goes for colognes with woody scents. Sometimes there’s a small hint of vanilla thrown in. A majority of the time he smells really fresh. He doesn’t often smell like blood because he takes the cleanup process very seriously. Occasionally the smell of whatever he’s been cooking might linger on his clothes.

Will Graham

Will also smells good for the most part. He often smells like the outdoors and cheap cologne. He obviously has a big sweating problem so that can make him not smell as great. But he takes regular showers, especially when he’s been sweating a lot. He likes to smell good but he doesn’t give it much thought.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba often smells like sweat, meat, and a heavy dose of decomposing bodies. Showers are infrequent but not nonexistent. When he does shower he smells fine but that smell can quickly disappear in the Texas heat, especially if the Sawyers are dealing with unwanted visitors. He doesn’t really notice the smell unless it’s pointed out and he’ll shower and change clothes if needed.

Thomas Hewitt

Much like Bubba, there’s often a smell of sweat, meat, and blood. In fact, those smells are stronger on Thomas compared to Bubba. He’s a rather musky guy. He doesn’t shower frequently. It’s a rare occurrence. But when you’re in the picture he might do a little better hygiene-wise, especially after a heavy dose of scolding from Luda Mae. And he’ll smell better (probably never great though).

Art the Clown

Oh, don’t get me started. Probably one of the worst-smelling slashers out of the bunch. Art smells like shit. Literally. And blood. And not just a little blood. The smell can be so strong sometimes that you swear you can taste iron on your tongue. Sometimes he’ll have faint scents of gunpowder and oil but those smells are often overpowered by others. Surprisingly though, Art isn’t that opposed to showers. He does the absolute bare minimum though, just standing in the water and rinsing off the remnants of his victims. He doesn’t mind getting all of that off of him but he’s not doing it to smell better. If anything, he likes the smell.

Michael Myers

He smells bad. Whether we’re talking about the OG or the RZ version, I can’t imagine this man smelling good when you first come across him. He smells like a corpse. It overpowers any other smell there could be on him. He doesn’t shower, he’ll wear the same coveralls for years if they last him that long. Hygiene is the last of his priorities and he’s not easily convinced at all to bathe or wash his clothes. Maybe (and that’s a very strong MAYBE) you could entice him to do something about the smell. It’ll definitely be a trade-off. He won’t give in easily.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy doesn’t smell great. He smells like ash and burnt skin. He almost smells like a campfire but with the added smell of blood and death. The smell is always there. It’s kind of permanent. And no, he won’t be showering. Don’t even suggest it because he’ll laugh in your face. It’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t want to nor does he feel the need to. The only way he’ll get in the shower is to have shower sex and that’s it.

Ash Williams

Ash smells good 90% of the time. He smells like pine shampoo, aftershave, and whatever cologne he wears. It’s not expensive but it smells nice. The other 10% of the time (when he’s hacking away at deadites), he smells like a mixture of gasoline, oil, blood, and whatever hellish smells come out of deadites. It’s not great and he’s aware of it. The last thing he wants is to be covered in brains but it’s just another day in his life. He honestly can’t wait to shower it all off.

Brahms Heelshire

Upon first meeting him, Brahms didn’t smell good. He smelled like a combination of sweat, dust, mothballs, and mildew. A direct result of constantly staying in the walls and lack of showering. If the smell bothers you though, Brahms is more willing to bathe than most slashers. He can be stubborn sometimes but he rarely puts up a fight.

Billy Lenz

Much like Brahms, Billy has a strong odor of dust, mothballs, and whatever other lingering smells are in an attic. Old boxed-up books, cardboard, mildew, the faintest smell of cologne (not sure if it’s his or it's just rubbed off from some clothes in the attic). The smells have stuck to his clothes and he doesn’t wash that sweater. He won’t put up a fight if the smell bothers you though. He’ll happily take a shower for you.

Mitch/The Ghost

Mitch smells fine…usually. He showers regularly, wears deodorant, etc. He usually smells of whatever soap is in the shower. The only time that he ever really smells bad is after long nights of running the Haunt in October. On those nights he’ll smell strongly of blood, corpses, and whatever acid they use to dispose of all the unlucky haunt visitors. Other than that, he smells fine the rest of the year.

The Driller Killer

The Driller Killer smells like cigarettes, leather, and blood. He smokes often. It’s not like he’s going to get sick from them (not 100% he can even die). Sometimes when you hug him, you swear you can smell the faint scent of a woody cologne. Or maybe it’s his hair gel. You’re not fully sure. But there’s definitely something there.

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Doing Time 7

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You wade up to the surface of consciousness with a bubbling groan. Your skin tingles and your head swirls. You blink away the dregs as the world comes back into focus. A low drone tickles your ears.

You turn your head towards the voice. Steve's deep timbre sends a shiver through you. You bring your hand above the blankets and rub your forehead. His words are hard to decipher as he keeps his tone low and measured.

"Yeah," he comes down the hall and peeks in at you. He grins. "I'll let her know. Oh, yep. She's been working hard. Oh, ho, I'll make sure of that." He leans on the door frame as he watches you. You slowly sit up, perplexed as his hand frames one hip. "I'll talk to you later, Harriet. Yeah, can't wait to meet."

He pulls your phone away from his cheek and taps with his thumb. You furrow your brow and turn your legs over the edge of the bed, clinging to the blanket to keep yourself hidden.

"Was that--"

"Mom's doing well. She was checking in." He nears and puts your phone on the nightstand. "I didn't want to overstep, baby. In due time. But she kept calling and then I didn't want her to worry. She's already got one kid in trouble, huh?"

"You were talking to my mom?" You croak.

"Well, sweetheart, only a matter of time before I meet the family. Already got Vaughn off the list so...:" he shrugs casually. "She's doing well. Asked about you, I assured her, you're good." He turns and sits next to you. He grips your knee through the blanket. "Don't worry, I don't got much family. A good buddy but.. mom went a while ago. Strong lady but not physically."

"Oh, I'm..."

"Spilled milk," he waves away the condolences. "She said your brother called. Got in a fight or something. She said she couldn't understand him."

You grimace, "A fight?"

"Yeah, it's too bad, 'cause I had my guys looking out for him." He looks at the wall and clucks. "I told him to keep himself straight." He shakes his head and turns his focus to you. "You know what, sweetheart, he takes you for granted. They all do. I'm not stupid. I sat in the pen long enough and you were the only person kind enough to check on me. Your mom won't even come up for her own son, she sends you..." his expression hardens. "It's about time you start doing stuff for yourself."

"It's... complicated," you cross your arms over the blanket.

"Not anymore. You got me now. We're gonna do this together." He insists.

"It's fine, I'll call tonight. I'm sure she misheard," you assure him.

"We'll call," he counters.

You flinch. You stare at him. The lines around his eyes deepen. His age only adds to his stature.

"Okay," you agree. What else can you do?

"We're gonna go out," he proclaims. "I'm gonna buy you something nice."

"Steve, you don't-- I don't want to spend your money--"

"My money's mine to spend and you don't need to worry about it. I got more than enough." He stands and rolls his shoulders. "Got myself a suit delivered while you were resting too." He faces you and puffs out his chest. "I take care of mine and you're my girl so you deserve only the best."

You blink then make yourself smile. The sentiment is sweet, it's only him that's terrifying. At least you don't see the truly scary part of him. The part that saw him through prison.

"You wanna know something silly, baby?" He purrs as he tilts his head.

"Um, sure," you gulp as you shiver beneath the blanket.

"You know, the appeal was taking a while. I was getting impatient," he drawls. "That place will drive you mad but you got me through. I just kept thinking of you and I figured, they draw this thing out another year, maybe you could... arrange for a conjugal." He snickers. "I mean, I wouldn't wanna do it like that but you know how to torture a man with those sweet eyes."

He winks and bites his lip. You squirm as your brows lift. You don't know how to respond.

"The more I thought about it though. You wouldn't believe how worked up you had me." He scoffs again. "And now I got you right in front of me, I wanna do all those things I thought of but I don't wanna spoil it. I want it to be perfect. For both of us."

He crosses the room and lets out a deep breath. He stops before you and pets your cheek.

"So I'm gonna buy you something sexy and then we're gonna come back here and I'm gonna fuck you in it," he growls as he grabs your chin firmly. "And I don't know if I'll ever stop."

⛓️‍💥

"Nah, I don't think black's your colour," Steve takes the teddy out of your hands. It's the only thing in the shop that won't show everything. You suppose it doesn't matter but your instinct is to hide. "How about this?"

He pulls out a light purple bodice. It only goes halfway down the torso. It's embroidered with little flowers but otherwise transparent. It's not the choice you expect; of either of you.

"If that's what you like," you shift awkwardly.

You stick to basic cottons. You're not really a lingerie person. You never felt sexy enough and your track record hadn't given you many opportunities to dress up. Most of the time, you kept your shirt on.

"It's about what you like, sweetheart," he puts the hanger back. "I mean, I'll take you in nothing at all. You know that."

You look around. You're not the only customers in the store. He doesn't care at all.

"You got everything I like built right in," he steps closer and runs his hand down your side. "You got a nice shape, you know that? And those thighs--"

"Steve," you whisper as your eyes dart back and forth.

"I like that about you. You're shy. You wanna keep this between us. I respect it," he pulls away. "Well, let's see..." he turns back to the racks. "This?"

He pulls out the pink polka dot teddy with the open front. It's trimmed in black with a bow under the chest, and is long enough to keep your stomach mostly covered, except for that slit down the middle.

"Pair of pink panties..." he growls. "I mean, I'll ruin them but it'll be fun."

Your lips part. You nod. It's not so bad. Not like the bras with no cups and the thongs made of little more than strings.

"It's nice," you say, trying not to look too long at it.

He lowers the hanger. His eyes pierce you. You meet their stunning blue.

"You know you're gorgeous regardless of what you got on," he affirms. "You got me thinking of finding a restroom and just..." he chuckles. "A man in the pen is like man in the desert."

You fidget and distract yourself in a search for matching panties in your size. He stays close.

"Have I let you down so far?" He nudges you. "Think I've left you... purring."

"Steve, I just..." you grab panties and face him again. "It's... I'm still surprised, is all."

"Oh, well, you know I won't ever lie to you again. Not that that's what I did," he says, "I just wanted it to be... well, the look on your face was worth it."

You hold out the panties, "these go."

He takes them and arches a brow, "getting impatient, huh?"

You chew your lip and nod. Sure, that's what the tremor in your stomach is. It isn't fear. It's anticipation. Maybe if you can make yourself believe it, he will too.

⛓️‍💥

Your apartment is not your own anymore. Neither is your body. Or your life.

Steve has infected every part of it. Your home, your family, your very being. Your only reprieve is the short time he gives you to 'get ready'; ready for him to take what's left. 

You close yourself in the bathroom and stare at the teddy hanging on the back of the door. A shell of numbness spreads over you and yet your heart is hammering, shaking every part of you. There's a finality that pits in your stomach.

Soft music rises from the other side of the wall. He's ready. He's fearless. He's in control.

You won't waste any more of his time. Funny, how you feel guilty. After what he told you, about waiting on you, you feel like you're wasting his time. He spent enough behind bars for a crime, he claims, he didn't do. That the courts decided he didn't.

It's all so confusing. And scary.

You get up. You undress and change into the skimpy panties and the teddy. You feel exposed. You are. There's nothing left between you and him.

You rinse your face and do your best to tidy up your hair. You don't know why you're trying. The hollowness makes you clumsy.

You face the door. You make yourself leave that room. You're not brave, you're just used to doing what needs to be done. It'll keep Vaughn safe. Your mom too, now he knows about her.

You peek into the bedroom. The walls flicker with the candlelight, a tinge of red in the air as a scarf hangs over the lamp. There are petals all over the floor. The bed has been remade in red silk. He did all this. For you?

"Sweetheart," he startles you as he turns away from the curtains.

He wears only a pair of white boxers, his thick thighs exposed, his muscular middle clenching with tension. You shift your weight and hug your chest. He bites his lip as he comes up to the bed.

Choked to silence, you near the other side. You stare at him and he stares back. His eyes reflect the small flames lit around the space. The music glosses through the air and raises bumps on your skin.

"Come here," he puts a knee up on the bed and reaches across. 

You take his large hand and let him pull you onto the mattress. He's deceptively gentle as he guides you down onto your back. He reclines with you, snaking his arm beneath you. He holds you as he traces your jawline and admires you. You look away shyly.

"You really are the most beautiful creature," he growls.

Your cheeks pinch and you look at him. You press your hand softly to his chest. You push your fingertips into him, feeling the firmness, the strength. You remind yourself that if he wants to, he can hurt you. He hasn't so you'll go along.

His fingers flutter down your neck. You shiver. He purrs and leans in. He kisses you. His warmth seeps through the shell frozen around you. Your hand slips up to his shoulder.

He feels along your chest and squeezes you through the thin cup of the lingerie. He swirls around your nipple as he dips his tongue through your lips. You moan as his touch stirs inside you. Your fear mingles with the fire lit by his diligent tending. He growls into you, hooking his leg around yours.

"You really do fill this out perfect," he runs his hand down the sheer fabric of the teddy, the knuckle of his thumb grazing your stomach. He pulls your leg away from the other with his. "All of you is... made for me."

Your lip trembles. You don't want him to know how afraid you really are. He has enough power.

You slide your hand up behind his head and pull him down. You kiss him, desperately. Desperate to hide, to forget, to survive. Grasping at whatever control you can have over this.

His fingers trail along the edge of the panties; across the top then along the creases of your thighs. He spreads a hand over your thigh and kneads the flesh. You quiver and gasp into his mouth. 

His breath plumes out hotly as he drags his fingertips along the narrow crotch of the panties. He rubs you through them. He pushes along your clit, the friction hot against the lace. You moan again, your mouth slipping from his as you loop your arm around his neck.

You squeeze your thighs around his hand as he teases you. He buries his face in your neck and nips you as he slowly builds his tempo. Twisting your nerves around his touch until you're writhing and whining. You his and clasp onto his bulging bicep. He snarls and puffs into the crook of your neck.

You cum in a series of spasming waves. You soak through panties as he hums and chuckles along your throat. He pushes beneath the fabric and starts again, unwinding you as he flicks up and down.

The second orgasm has you clutching at the pillow. You dig your heel into the mattress and arch your pelvis, quaking as you ride out the thrill. His fingers slip through your juices and he pokes at your entrance.

He lifts his head, his silvery blonde hair drooping forward. His blue eyes bore into you as yours roll back. He growls as he prods at you.

"Look at me, sweetheart,"

You gasp. He drags his finger across your entrance.

"What'd I tell you?" His voice turns gritty.

You bat your lashes and look at him. His pupils are large and dark. They swallow you up as he pushes two fingers against you, slowly parting your cunt around their breadth. Your lips form and O and you gasp again. You clasp onto his wrist as he delves down to his bottom knuckles.

"Gotta get you ready for me," he leans in to nuzzle your cheek. "Once I'm on ya, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

[mehwmidklpe]

Hey if you mind can you do a part two of 'a demi-what now?!' post of percy jackson x reader where reader is now targeted by monsters without percy knowing when he is away then one day he does find out but that only when reader ends up in the hospital with near death wounds

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 2

Percy Jackson x Mortal!Gf

A DEMI-WHAT NOW?? PART 1

Percy had been happier lately.

No monster.

No wars.

No secrets.

You, his amazing girlfriend knew about his godly side. And of course you were freaked out at first. Of coursre you couldn't possibly believe him.

But eventually you were there for him trough every up and down.

And he was greatful for that, cause there was no one who understood him like you did.

You weren't even a demigod and you still understood him better than all the campers!

Anyways, right now, Percy was sitting at camp with the seven– well actually the six, cause Jason is dead! –

(oh and let's not forget Percy's best friend Grover who was also with them right now)

but his mind was only on you.

That's unil he felt someone nudge his arm. "Hey, what got you so happy lately Seaweedbrain?" Leo Valdez grinned. "Nothing, just glad there are no monster and wars at the moment." Percy excused himself. "Okay, okay." But the grin never left the latino's lips.

Percy thought he had fooled everyone, but the look Piper gave him made him feel exposed. It was as if she could sense Percy's love for you.

Luckily Piper's intimitating look got snapped away from Percy once they heard a loud voice.

Only Leo's face lit up as he recognized the voice and turned around on his chair. "Connor!" He smiled at the sight of his good friend running. "He's probably running away from some kids after pranking them, nothing important." Annabeth assured the rest.

But that wasn't the case.

"I don't know.. It seems pretty serious." Grover said with a concered frown on his forehead. "Yeah, I agree." Frank states, trying to get a better look at the running boy.

"Yo! Someone get Chiron!" Connor exclaimed, running towards the group.

Being the son of Hermes, he was fast. And judging on the look on his face, he had a message to deliver.

Like father like son.

His (half)brother, Chris Rodriguez, who was origanally planning on going to see Clarisse train in the arena, quickly made his way towards the big house.

Leo jumped up from his chair, followed by Hazel. The rest followed. "Come on kelp head." Annabeth encouraged him.

By the time Percy got there, Chiron was already approaching with Chris on his back. "My child. Tell me what happened." He said to Connor.

"Alecto is at Halfblood Hill. She said she wouldn't do any harm in exchange for a converastion with Perseus Jackson." Connor informed them.

"Oh come on! Why is it always me? Screw main character aura." Percy cursed out.

As he arrived at the hill with his friends and mentor, Allecto was already waiting for him. "Ah.. Perseus Jackson. Long time no see." "Yeah, and I was happy with that long time." Percy said, a bit annoyed at her appearence.

Alecto only chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt anyone. I just thought you would like to know that Hades is savouring a nice spot in the underworld, so you don't have to worry."

The sea-color eyed boy had to frown. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just that you might want to visit the hospital before your little girlfriend joins your friends in elysium."

Percy completely froze at the mention of you.

"Wha-what did you just say?" He question in shock. "Girlfriend?" He heard one of his friends ask, but he was to caught up in his thoughts to even register who's voice it was.

Percy was scared, anxious, concerned, but most of all, furious

Grover felt all of it.

The group felt the ground beneat them shaking. Poseidon was the earthshaker after all, so why couldn't his son do it too?

"Percy.." Hazel warned him, but he didn't care. It only became worse, Frank's gaze landed on the small lake nearby. "Percy." He repeated once the water started rising.

Piper saw the expression Percy wore, and it scared her a bit. "Perseus, think about what you're doing." Chrion warned him.

Allectro wore a smirk on her gross lips. "Whatever you're planning on doing, it isn't gonna bring your girlfriend back."

"NO!"

With that, Percy launched a gian wave of water at the furie, some of his friends falling down.

"PERCY!"

But he wasn't done. "What is he doing?" Chris wondered as he saw the hateful look on Percy's face and the motions he made with his hands. "B-bloodbending." The daughter of Athena responded.

When Chiron heard that, he couldn't believe it.

"That's enough!" He stopped the boy. Alecto took that as her chance to fly away.

"Perseus Jackson, what were you thinking?"

Percy's eyes flickered around, as if trying to process everything. "I need to go. Now." He responded, ignoring the centaur's question. "What?" "To the hospital. She's dying!" He panicked.

"You're girlfriend.. she's mortal, isn't she?" Annabeth realized.

Percy's silence spoke sentences. "And you told her about us?" Chiron asked in disbelief.

"I didn't have a choice! We were getting attacked, and she saved me, and how else do you explain a monster barging into your room?" The son of Poseidon defended himself.

"Percy–" "Please. I need to see her." He begged. The mentor shook his head. "There's no way you'll get there in time."

"I can take him."

The whole group turned around, their gazes landing on Connor Stoll.

"My dad is the god of travelers and time. I can get Percy to the hospital before he can even blink." He explained.

Percy's head shot up, rushing over to the boy's side. "Yes! Yes Connor please do! You'd do that?" "Of course. We're buddies, aren't we?"

Connor nudged him, and Percy had never been happier to be friends with a Stoll than he was now.

Chiron sighed deeply. "I really don't think it's a good idea to–" Percy cut Chiron off.

"Now."

Apperently, Connor liked listening to his friend way more than listening to Chiron, cause before evryone could blink– like he had said –the two boy's were gone.

"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to visit her without a legal adult. Considering you only turn 18 after a few weeks, you can't go inside." The woman behind the counter aplogized.

Percy couldn't believe it. "No, no, she's my girlfriend, I need to see her." The woman shook her head. "I'm very sorry but–"

"I'm an adult."

Percy turned to lok at Connor. "Here, check it out, I turned 18 recently." He said, handing the woman his ID.

The son of Poseidon had to frown.

Connor was so silly that it never occured Perc that he was a few months older than himself.

The woman smiled in satisfiction, handing it back. "Very well then. You can go to room 8 at floor 4." She instructed.

Connor grinned. "Come on." Percy quickly followed.

In the elevator, Connor noticed how worried Percy was. "Hey, don't worry, your girl will be okay."

Percy nodded quickly before pulling his friend into a hug. "Thank you so much. For bringing me here and.. suprisingly being a few months older than me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

As he pulled away, Connor patted his shoulder. "No worries. You saved camp, this is the least I can do."

Eventually, when the elevator opened, the boys rushed towards room 8.

Only Percy froze, scared to open the door, scared of what he might see. "Hey.. You'll be fine." Connor assured him, tone soft.

One thing he knew about Connor– expect for that he's very silly, causes lots of trouble, cracks a lot of jokes and likes pulling pranks and stealinf –is that he was very understanding and actually really good at this stuff.

He figured that when he felt bad for Silena when he found out Beckendorf had die–

Percy sighed and opened the door.

He saw you on the bed. You were awake, but not in a good state at all. He could clearly see your beautiful face. And his heart broke when he saw your condintion.

Percy stood completly frozen in the doorway, not daring to move forward.

Connor, on the other hand, pushed Percy aside and rushed over to you.

What the Hermes?

"Y/n??"

"Connor..."

Percy couldn't believe what he was seeing. Connor was knelt next to the bed, his hands cupping your face, inspecting if you were okay. "Wh-How-Why?"

That's when Percy spoke up. "You two know each other?" Connor didn't even look at him. "Yeah, she helped me escape when I got chased for stealing. We kept in touch after, became best friends." He explained to your boyfriend.

"You're the best friend??"

"You're the boyfriend?"

"You're a demigod...?"

Your weak voice got both boy's their attention.

Connor gulped. "Yeah. Son of Hermes." A weak smile grew on your lips. "Makes so much sense." You breath out.

Percy quickly got to your side. "Y/n.. how.. I-" "Some monsters attacked." You tried to get out. "What do you mean? They just randomly decided to attack you?" The boy asked, panick all over his face.

"They know I'm your girlfriend.. they've been coming at me for a while now, trying to get to you trough me." You explained, eyes only half open.

Your boyfriend's breath hitched. "Why-why didn't you tell me?" You tried to catch your breath. "Didn't want you.. worried.. finally had rest." "I don't care if I finally had rest. You're hurt Y/n!" He said, voice full of pain.

A knock was heard from the door and a nurse walked in. "Can I talk to an adult, please?" She asked at which Connor stood up and walked over to the older woman, closing the door behind him, but not without one last look at you.

"Connor's an adult?" You questioned. Percy nodded. "I know, suprising. He turned 18 recently. But that's not the point, I don't want you hurt anymore."

"I don't care about being hurt as long as you're safe." You protested, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

"Same goes for me. I can't watch you lying in a hospital all the time. You shouldn't be involved in this, you're not a demigod, you didn't figth in the wars, you didn't do anything wrong."

"And you did?"

"I'm the son of Poseidon."

"That doesn't mean you have to risk your life to save everyone." You snap at him.

"You lost so much. You gave so much. You're risking so much... You're mother sits at home, worrying sick about you, wondering if you're still alive or not. And so do I. I can't help but think about what might happen to you if I just look away for once.. I know I don't understand, I know I'm not a demigod. But I love you, and I can't just go around, giving you more trouble than you already have. So yes, I didn't tell you."

Percy gulped, trying to blink away tears that threatned to fall. "You're so dam stubborn." "So are you." You state. "But you're just so amazing." He finished, his lips finally finding yours.

You were to weak to even let your hand rest on his cheek, but he made sure to be gentle with you.

Only the moment was ruined when Connor walked in on it. Percy pulled away, clearing his troath. "Oh uhm.. Sory.." But his brows furrowed when he saw that Connor's eyes were red, as if trying to fight the urge to cry.

"Connor?"

Connor couldn't fight the urge to 'deliver his message'. No matter how heartbreaking it might be.

"The nurse said she might not make it."

That was the moment Percy's world fell appart. Not when he fought in his first war, not when he got stuck in Tartarus, no, when he found out you could die.

"No. No, no, no. She's fine, you looks fine. See, she just spoke full sentences and-" "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." Connor states, pain in his tone.

"But..no.. Y/n." He turned to look at you, and he noticed to tired expression on your face. "You can't leave me. You can't die on me." Percy was basically begging at this point.

"I told you I'd do that for you." You remind him. "I thought it was metaphorically." He protests. "Was it metaphorically when you said it?"

He stayed silent before turning to look at Connor again. "Teleport to camp. You can get some nectar or embrosia. She'll be fine before we know it."

Connor sniffed. "She's human. She wouldn't be able to take it."

"Percy.." Your fingers intertwined with his. "I'm so sorry to do this to you again." "No. Y/n. You don't have any reason to apoligize. And she said you might not make it. It's not a 100% sure." He tried but you shook your head.

"I actually feel like I'm dying Percy.."

A sob could be heard from the other side of the room. "Sorry." Connor apoligized. "I just.. don't leave.. please." He begged you.

Percy wondered how long you and Connor had known each other for him to get this emotional over you.

"4 years ago. Winter break when you were on that quest to find Artemis." You informed as if you could read his mind.

That long??

That was before you even started dating.

Percy gulped. "But- he never mentioned you." "I did. I think you might have been to caught up with other things.. that's okay.." The curly haired boy said, standing by your side.

A soft sigh left your lips. "You okay?" Both demigods instantly asked you. "I just wanna sleep.." You say as if that was supposed to reassure them.

"What if you don't wake up?" Connor asked you, scared of the thought. "Well.. Than steal a nice boquette of flowers for my grave. Oh and Percy, I liked that moonlace you got from... 'Calypso'."

They both had to gulp at the thought. "I'll boy you flowers when you wake up. I'll take you on a proper date. No monster, no quests. That's a promise." Percy states at which you had to smile.

"You're making the urge to never close my eyes again so irresistable." You smiled. "Good." He decided. "BUt I need to close them.. just for a bit.." You breath out, eyes already beginning o flutter shut.

"Wake up for me?" You squeezed his hand. "I'll try."

The son of Hermes looked at you with big eyes before looking back at Percy, and Percy knew what he wanted, so he gave him a nod in approval.

Connor placed a soft, platonic kiss on your forehead, earning a smile of yours. Percy then placed one onto your soft lips. "I love you." He wishpered. "Love you more.." And with that, your eyes closed.

For the gods know how long.

Idk what this is, I don't like it tho

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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“Shh, Shh. Daddy’s gotchu’” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows as she yawned as she sat up in bed. “Daddy’s here.” Josh’s hushed voice crackled through the baby monitor. Kiyana didn’t even know he was coming home early.  

“Yeah, you happy to see me huh?” Josh chuckled “I miss you too pumpkin.” There was another little wail that made Josh chuckle softly. “And you too princess.” Kiyana couldn’t help but smile as she heard the pure adoration in Josh’s voice. 

“Y’all haven’t been giving Mommy a hard time, right? I know your brothers have.” He laughed. “o'u teine ​​aulelei” Kiyana heard him shift around before she heard the rocking chair start to creak. “I don’t think y’all know how much I needed y’all - how much mommy needed y’all” 

Kiyana shuffled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and quietly made her way down the hall to the nursery. The door was cracked and the rocking chair was facing the door, but Josh was too preoccupied with their newborns to even notice her. 

If someone had told Kiyana that she would be remarried to Josh a couple of months ago, she would have laughed in their face. But, this time around was so different and filled with love. 

They had kept up their therapy sessions with Dr.Anderson. And true to his word, whenever Josh felt away about something he didn’t bottle it up anymore and same with Kiyana. In addition, they also restarted their weekly date nights, just the two of them, no kids, no distractions. 

Josh looked up when he heard the floor boards creak. ‘Damn,” He whispered. “I think I woke up Mommy.”

Kiyana chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. She crossed her arms over her chest, her smile widening as she watched Josh, his attention entirely focused on their little ones. The soft glow of the nursery nightlight cast a peaceful hue on his face, highlighting the tenderness in his expression. It was a side of him that Kiyana hadn't always seen, but now it was the version of him she cherished the most.

"You didn’t wake me up," she whispered, stepping into the room. "I’ve just been laying there, listening to you talk to them."

Josh's eyes softened as he looked at her. He reached out with one arm, motioning for her to come closer. As she stepped closer he puckered his lips for a kiss to which she gladly obliged. 

Kiyana’s heart fluttered as she pulled back just slightly, her eyes meeting his. “I missed you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Josh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I missed you, baby.” 

“This is crazy, right?” She whispered, looking down at her two girls in Josh’s arms. She had a small smile on her face as she gazed at the two of them, their tiny faces peaceful in sleep.

Josh looked down at their daughters, the corners of his lips curling up into a soft smile. “Nah, I knew it would always be us in the end. I may have messed up but... this was always the way it was supposed to be.” Kiyana felt her heart flutter in her chest as Josh looked up at her. There was nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. The kind of love that had taken time to grow, been nurtured through trials, and now felt unshakable. It made her heart ache in the best possible way.

“You really think that?” she asked softly, stepping a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch the side of his face.

Josh nodded, his hand gently brushing the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. “I do. I’ve messed up, Ki. I’ve made mistakes. But you, me, our kids… I knew, deep down, that it was always going to be this way. It was always supposed to be us.” 

Kiyana let out a watery laugh and looked at the nightstand at the clock. “You got me crying at 4 in the morning.” 

 Josh laughed too and let out a yawn. 

“C’mon let's get you to bed.” She said as she stood up from the arm of the chair.  Josh wiggled his eyebrows making Kiyana laugh loudly, startling their youngest twin Jaylani. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” She cooed, grabbing her out of Josh’s arms. “Daddy thinkin’ he getting some of mommy cookie was funny.” She said, eyes twinkling as she rocked Jaylani back to sleep. “But he doesn’t know the bakery is closed” 

“Yeah alright,” Josh smirked and rolled his eyes as he stood from the rocking chair with their other twin Jaliyah. He kissed her on her forehead before setting her down in her crib. He turned and watched Kiyana do the same with Jaylani before she turned the humidifier back on. Kiyana walked over to Josh and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the twins' nursery and towards their bedroom. 

As they entered their bedroom, Kiyana walked over to the bed while Josh walked into their closet, most likely getting undressed and ready for a shower. Kiyana crawled into bed, her body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the sheets. The soft scent of Josh's cologne still lingered in the room, and she couldn't help but smile at how everything felt so... right. Even though their journey had been rocky, there was a sense of peace now that she hadn't realized they were both craving.

The sound of water running in the bathroom filled the quiet space, and Kiyana lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. She thought about everything that had led them to this point. The struggles, the heartache, the therapy sessions, and now, the love that was finally blooming again.

As Josh emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing from the door, Kiyana turned her head to watch him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his shirtless frame made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just his physical appearance—it was the man he had become. More open. More vulnerable. More loving.

Kiyana bit her lip as Josh turned his gaze onto her. He smirked and dropped his towel before walking closer to the bed. 

“You sure daddy can’t get no cookie?” He whispered and he climbed onto the bed. Kiyana let out a moan as their lips touched. 

"Maybe just a taste," Kiyana whispered against his lips, her resolve melting away as his hands traced the curve of her waist. 

Josh's lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her arch against him. "Thought you said the bakery was closed," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"I may let it slide, for my favorite customer," she teased, running her fingers through his damp hair. He chuckled and helped her sit up, pulling her nightie over her head. Kiyana reached for him, pulling him down so his body was flushed against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a soft moan as the tip of his dick brushed agaisnt her clit. 

Josh groaned, feeling how slick she was. “Bakery is closed my ass…” he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple, before capturing it in his mouth. 

Kiyana moaned, “Shut up and fuck me.” 

His eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up, pausing to gaze into her eyes with a mischievous grin. "Say please."

“Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in desperation. He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around him. She cried out, the sound vibrating through his body. “Shit” she groaned. 

Josh thrust slowly, deeply, igniting a fire inside her. “You feel too damn good,” he breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kiyana’s fingers dug into his back, urging him faster, but Josh maintained his slow pace. “I love you baby.” 

“I love you too-o” She let out a choked moan as he finally picked up his pace. She felt Josh grin into her neck before he started to place open-mouth kisses. 

Josh felt her tighten around him as her orgasm hit. “That’s it baby,” he groaned, thrusting harder as her whole body arched. Her cries were muffled against his shoulder, and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling her pulse around him. The sensation was almost too much. He fought to keep his control, but each thrust sent him closer to the edge. Kiyana’s nails raked down his back, and she gasped his name over and over like a prayer.

Josh’s rhythm faltered, and with one last deep thrust, he followed her into bliss. He collapsed against her as waves of pleasure crashed through him, stealing his breath. “Goddamn” he gasped out as she continuted to milk him for everything he had. He gently pulled out, and placed a sweet and soft kiss on her lips. He stood from the bed and grabbed her a shirt and himself some briefs so they wouldn’t be indecent when their kids burst in, in the morning. She thanked him and pulled the shirt over her head. Josh laid down in bed and cuddled up with his wife, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. 

Kiyana let out a content sigh as she felt herself start to fall asleep. When all of a sudden she heard the pitter patter of feet making their way towards their bedroom. She heard Josh let out a groan before the bedroom door was thrown open and their three boys stood there. 

“DAD!” They all yelled at once before jumping on the bed. Kiyana laughed as she watched their boys try to get comfortable, as tired as she was… she wouldn’t trade her life for anything. 

This is it guys. We made it to the end of Josh and Kiyana's story. I just wanna thank each and every one of y'all. Fr... like before I posted All Falls Down I was going to delete my profile but the amount of love y'all have shown me on that story and this one is... crazy! No like deadasss. I love y'all! ❤️

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[yourbasicqueerie]

I had a lovely litlle anon ask me to make more Lilia head a on a about 3 months ago, and though I can't seem to find them, I have indeed made more headcanons just for them!! Here u go my loveeee

Lilia Calderu headcanons pt. 2:

(ignoring character deaths like it is my job btw, EVERYONES ALIVE IDGAF)

- she makes the best homemade tea blends in the whole state of new jersey. Lovessss a little cinnamon blend.

- LOUSY drunk, she sings, sits on laps and overall gets very red cheeks and bosoms. the whole coven was caught staring one eventful evening.

- she isn't a necessarily messy person, but very spacious nonetheless. i think everyone has found something of lilia's together with their stuff more than once by the time they reach one month post road.

- by the way, they did eventually all mov run close together, or at the same house. this isn’t even a  headcanon it’s my reality.

- when they got out of the road, lilia grabbed whatever was left of jen’s dress and tailored it again for her. it has become the baldies fave dress.

- after coming back, lilia was sheepish regarding blades. you can call it bad flashbacks or trauma, but in any case she obliged teen to help her out in the kitchen by cutting up little herbs or skinning chickens, it became their thing and now every saturday they meet up and make lunch together, all while gossiping.

- surprisingly keen to math, not so keen on paying rent on time.

- taking about time, that’s a fenômenos she has yet to get a full grasp on, even as a kid her mentor always scolded her for being late.

- will drink rose as if it’s a day job

- she crocheted senor scratchy a hat he insisted on chewing on.

- i said this before but ill say it again. contrary to popular opinion, her favorite color is not yellow, but orange.

- loves to indulge in different perfumes, she and jen bonded on about that even though lilia’s much more of a woodsy citrusy woman and jen likes floral and fresh.

- lilia has tried to read all of the covens fortunes more than once. she eventually gave up on rio because every single time she pulled the first card, no matter the question, it was death who came first.

- polyglot lilia calderu you are so dearly important to me!!!!!! it’s a necessity for me that you all understand just how many languages that woman speaks.

- she has mastered english, italian, sicilian, arabic and french through her walks in life.

- she is a judging whore when it comes to popular today music. i just KNOW she hums to ornella vanoni and gaelic hymns under her breath at all times.

- loves to spend all her money on pretty flowers down at the flower market. they all dye within 2 to 3 business days though. 

- she CANNOT drive to save a soul. its passenger princess life or no life for her.

[cowboy-robooty]

Nobody understands me when i say that Japan's character growth in his quest for love is that he needs to learn to appreciate and feel grateful for the relationships and love he already has and through that learn to be satisfied with the Best Friend love he has with America. THEY ALWAYS THINK THAT THIS IS A BAD ENDING FOR JAPAN OR SOME SORT OF PUNISHMENT..... NO THE FUCK? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

I actually really love Japan hes one of my favorite characters and because i love him so much im acutely aware of how hes lowkey a bad person LOL. His entire shtick is that he's polite and sidesteps any sort of conflict and acts very Japanese of course, but in his head he has ruthless thoughts about others that he wouldn't dare to say outloud. it has been shown that although japan would never admit it because it's a very uncomfortable thing to face, he is in essence looking down on everyone internally. Because refusing to be honest with others out of politeness is always going to be partially because "you aren't worth the potential conflict involved with stepping closer to me". He also has a tendency to build up ideas of people in his head and then desire that idea rather than the actual person. Like how he thought highly of italy before their first meeting and his fantasies of being bros with mf switzerland wwwww. Once he actually knows these people his idea is broken and he becomes disillusioned until he either A) goes his separate way or B) slowly grows to like them as the person they are. And because of this trait he is totally the type who keeps thinking that the grass is greener on the other side. Bro is the type of guy who spends too much time mulling over all the hang ups he has with the people close to him and get attached to the idea of a perfect person who wouldn't have all these annoying bad traits. I think Japan also has a more traditional mindset about relationships as in hes not the type who has ever really thought about every form of love people experience is inherently unique. He probably subscribes to the social norm of thinking that romantic love is the "final form" of love and thats why hes on his quest to date somebody because it's a mix of thinking that he needs that in his life to complete it and also just wanting somebody to fuck without being a whore in his head. Thats why he always fucking fails because hell never be able to secure a proper relationship cuz people cant read his mind and he doesn't realize that you cant be close to somebody unless you let them know what you really think even if you disagree. I think Italy is his strongest romantic crush ever by a large margin because italy is one of the few people who he met and went omg what the fuck *ranks italy down to dislike*. But over time because they're in the same gang he was forced to keep interacting and learned to love the person italy is in a more genuine sense because he was already aware and acknowledged the flaws he has. I think this is also why America is Japans absolute best friend ever. Because even stronger than italy japan straight up fucking hated this bitch and was like PLEASE GOD JUST LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE. and now theyre super tight bros because japan learned to love americas virtues as well of course but their relationship is special because japan would only ever be fully ruthless and transparent in his thoughts to america. he would only ever tell america "DONT YOU WANT TO STOP BEING SUCH A FATASS ALL THE TIME?" only with america would he be honest and go "no. i dont want to eat this disgusting cotton candy fruitti tootie ice cream flavor what is wrong with you why would you ever chose that when you KNOW you'll be sharing this ice cream with another person" if anybody else did this hed be like "ah.. ermm.... uh.... maybe.. we'd like to choose something else-" *cut to him paying for a 5 gallon tub of cotton candy fruitti tootie ice cream*. But anyways America is asexual in my truth and isn't interested in romantic love but for him being best friends is the highest form of platonic love for him and perfectly fulfilling. I think Japan also feels the highest form of platonic love for America and can be fulfilled by this but it's only his own inability to appreciate what he has in front of him that holds him back. Because he thinks well thats just my best friends its not the same thing as a BOYFRIEND that he thinks it isn't enough even though it really is.

I also think that Japan had a crush on America but it got shot down IMMEDIATELY and thats why his biggest crush is on italy because italy prefers to pretend he doesn't know (cuz he likes japan paying for all his meals) and just lets japan continue to grow his fantasy LOL WHAT A CRUEL GUY!! I don't think japans crush on america is a big deal either because americas response was like "WHOA DUDE... IM MAD FLATTERED BUT UH.. WELL.... YOU'RE A LITTLE TOO LACKING IN THIS DEPARTMENT FOR MY TASTES BROSKI *taps Japan's chest* WE STILL DOWN FOR FORTNITE LATER?". But yes, does this make more sense now? It's not a punishment that japan isn't mean to find what hes seeking because really even if he found romantic love hed just become disillusioned again. hes in love with the idea of dating somebody not actually dating them and is happiest when he learns through the power of best broship that he already has a sincere genuine connection right there with him.

As for the sexual dysfunction part. that is his actual eternal curse. Sorry I couldn't mention it before because people would see that keyword and disregard everything else i was explaining. Emotional relationship wise he is fine but i do believe in his past life he was the meteor that killed the dinosaurs or maybe had isekai crimes or some shit that has made it so in his current life he is cursed to never seme. It is the price he pays for his past sins. But its ok tho because japan is a freaky ass hentai guy and tbh he does not care much about emotional attachment in regards to sex like thats two different things for him ok he's my gooning god and will always be crying and screaming because nobody will wear a sailor uniform with cat ears and let him seme. uke as a result of negative karma

[leggerefiore]

Could you perhaps do some HCs for if you cooked a meal for the anti gravity hair trio (and anyone else you fancy including)?

cw: fluff, making food for your partner

characters: Lear, Grimsley, Volo, N

👑Lear💎

🪙 The prince was a difficult man to please with gifts. He was raised on the finest of things with no regard for lower quality goods. It was doubtless that it was rare his mouth consumed things not made by the most talented of talented chess. Of which, you were painfully aware that you were not. Yet, still, a desire consumed you to make something for him. Food was a form of love that was subtle but powerful. Making something for someone you loved… You struggled with your confidence as you worked away in the villa's kitchen. It was a bit more laborious than you had expected – though you had put in extra effort for Lear.

🪙 In the end, you asked for a cart and a cover to push your meal back to your quarters with Lear. The staff had stared at you for a moment, likely a bit offended that you had cooked all by yourself rather than letting them do it for you. You were to be a noble at this point, so it was no doubt shocking. In the privacy of your room, you prepared a low table with plates and drinks and called for Lear from his office. He walked into the room, seemingly curious as to why you had been gone for long. His eyes went to the table. Your explanation about making him lunch had him blink. You were asked to clarify if you had a chef prepare lunch for you both. A shake of your head had him blink again.

🪙 He took a seat, carefully eyeing the not properly set table and reached a hand to grab a utensil he found most appropriate. Pasta was swirled around a fork as he gathered some sauce with it. Your eyes watched closely. The food was eaten by him. For a moment, it was completely silent. Your heart raced with anticipation. Had you upset him? Perhaps it was not to his taste… This effort likely had all been in vain. Though… He went in for more and nodded. One of his usual grins split his face. “Hmph,” he placed his fork down after he had finished eating, “That was wonderful. You truly prepared that by yourself? I am utterly impressed. I may ask for you to cook for me again.” He then let out a cry when you tackled him into a hug, far too overwhelmed with joy.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler… He was quite an oddity. High-class food was often something he sought out, yet it was not always necessarily something that he could afford. You knew Grimsley would not put himself above fast food places, but it was not rather clear what he actually liked. He was a difficult read at the best of times, and he never seemed overly interested in letting you too far in. This failed to deter you as you stood in the kitchen, debating intensely. He may not even come home this evening despite you asking him to. You shook off your hesitation.

♡ The scent of searing meat ruminated across the apartment alongside the spice mix you had figured Grimsley would enjoy. His reputation as a vampire had given you an idea. The meat caramelised before your eyes from the raw tinge to a fair brown. The sear marks were plainly present as you sat it on a plate and measured the internal temperature. Perfectly ready. You made yours in the style that you preferred. Just as you finished preparing the table, light footsteps trailed in from the entrance hall. There he stood, eyeing the food on the table curiously. You informed him that you had made dinner for him as a surprise. His reply was to pull back a chair and sit down. You imitated him.

◇ He cut into the steak and watched as some red mixed into the juices that flowed from the flesh. He flashed his sharp teeth as he brought the meat to his mouth to consume. It was obvious that he enjoyed it ‐ Or, at least, was putting in a clear effort to show how much he enjoyed it. Nervousness ate at your mind. What if he hated it? Your decisions had been made based on food you had seen him eat out on dates. Swallowing, you watched him rest his head on his hand. “Darling,” he spoke in his usual cadence of something close to a tease, “I genuinely like it. You know I like it at this rarity. I'm impressed you even used seasonings I like. Stop looking so nervous.” You somehow found yourself kissing him when you both had finished your meal. Another compliment left his lips, making you sigh. Grimsley was probably easier to please than you would think.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant was not of this era. It was clear from his attire and obvious dissonance with this modern world. While he worked quickly to mask these weaknesses and blend in with the world, you could see through him. It was far too easy with the knowledge that you held of him. The relationship that you had with the blond in the past was not something you could ever forget. Volo clearly had felt much the same as he approached you on Pasio, often without warning. You paced around your lodging's kitchen in deep thought. What would he enjoy? While he had a few candies in the village but in Hisui, meals in the wilds were mostly whatever one could get their hands on. You sighed as you stared at the stove.

⭐️ Spring was here, so you felt oddly inspired to make something akin to available things in Hisui. Canola blossoms were easy enough to obtain at a market, and a white stock was just as easy to purchase pre-made. You had a rich, earthy smell ruminating in your home as you heated the stock while mixing in some traditional mustard and ground sesame. It was more of a side dish, but you planned to make a more filling dish alongside it. Everything came together as you finished up the main dish of a similar constitution. More canola blossoms came together with bamboo shoots, tofu, and spam to create an amalgamation. Volo showing up just as you finished setting the table was little surprise – you had invited him after all. A simple question of what this was from him was met by your simple explanation of a meal. He seemed to sit at the table with a little bit of scepticism. You joined him.

⭐️ He began with the side dish, naturally. The greens entered his mouth as he closed his eyes. Something like a hum left him. You pondered if he actually liked it. There was nothing so dissimilar to anything available in Hisui. He moved onto the main dish, easily imitated his previous actions. The spam, heated and given a healthier coating than its original tone, made him raise a brow. The tofu and bamboo shoots were otherwise fine. Your heart raced. Really… You had no idea why you wanted to cook for him. You should hate him. “… I must say that this was delicious,” his grey eye met your own, “You're quite capable in a kitchen, aren't you? I usually held little regard for what I ate…” You nodded but were got off-guard when he approached you and caught your chin in his hand. “Why don't I show you my appreciation?” Anticipation suddenly knotted in your stomach.

🌿N👑

🟢 The green-haired man was a difficult read sometimes. Not that he meant to be, but he was simply quite hard to understand. Though, he did try for you. A lot. You sighed. Meat was a no-go for N. Wanting to cook something for him was haunting your mind… His gentle smile. You groaned. Something like a stew or soup seemed best. There was still a bit of remaining cold from the changing seasons. You sighed as you gazed at the pot again. He would likely enjoy anything you made for him, but you wanted it to be to his tastes. Your heart raced at the thought of getting a genuine smile out of him. You stood up tall and grabbed various things out from around the kitchen.

🟢 Chilli. A nice, simple, familiar dish. N would like it. The cold of the evening could be fought off by the spiced dish. You mixed in a tomato base with a few chillis and various other ingredients. A bell pepper for some texture alongside beans and diced tomatoes. A quick spice mix brought an aromatic scent into the air and made you sigh. He would like this. You reassured yourself as you mixed everything together and let it simmer. Just as it finished, N seemed to reemerge from wherever he had gone off to today. He announced his return with his soft voice was you filled two bowls. He blinked at your offering. A simple explanation of making dinner led to a sweet smile from him.

🟢 Easily, he sat at the table with you and began to eat the stew. You felt it was quite good, but you worried that even the mild spice you kept it at might be too much for N. Though, he seemed unbothered as he ate it. You let out a relieved breath. He quickly even finished the bowl. Shock coursed through you. Why had you panicked so much? N would never be harsh… His softness and gentleness are what attracted you to him. He gave a loving smile as you finished your own bowl. “… You used the peppers that I grew for you,” he noted, “I'm glad… This was delicious. Thank you for cooking for me.” Your heart was filled with too much love. You rushed over to hug him. He returned the affection just as well.

[ametistacollinsworld]

Can I request something like... Astro x reader in a romantic sense, where reader has extremely bright eyes at night and in dark places?✨

Thanks for the resquets! Hope u like ittt! <33

It was already very late at night, you didn't really know what time it was, all you knew was that you were awake in your bed, unable to fall asleep.

You lay in your bed for a while longer, just staring at the ceiling until you decide to get out of bed, throwing the blanket aside and putting on your slippers, heading to your bedroom door.

Today, the whole of Gardenview seemed very dark, thank goodness you could easily illuminate your front with your eyes, not that meant you had night vision… unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

You walked slowly around aimlessly for a while until you decided to go to the lobby to rest.

Once there, you were greeted by a somewhat surprising sight.

Astro was awake. Awake, outside his room, not sleeping and lying on the lobby floor at dawn!

You don't know how long you stared at him in surprise, but the next thing that happened took you out of your thoughts.

"(Y/n)! Why are you standing there watching me like a character in a horror movie?? You almost gave me a heart attack. If I have any heart to say…" Astro exclaimed, whispering the last part to himself, taking small breaths, trying to calm himself down and sitting down on the floor.

"Oh… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you… that's Connie's job—" You began to speak softly with an apologetic tone, sitting down next to him.

"I just couldn't sleep and decided to walk around, and then I found you here and was surprised that you were still awake too. Do you forgive me?" You finished speaking, giving him your best puppy dog ​​eyes, resting your head a little on his shoulder, which made him give you a small giggle.

"Okay, okay. I forgive you. Just try not to do that again, the other toons might have thrown something at you if they didn't know it was you." Astro spoke in a soft, amusing tone, taking one of his hands out of the blanket to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Scraps would do that 100%… Not that it's ever happened or anything." You said with a small giggle, to which he just gave you an amused look, continuing to look at you with a look of admiration.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You asked with confusion, running one of your hands against your cheek.

"It's your eyes, darling. I've never really stopped to admire them this close before." Astro spoke with a tone of admiration and affection, using his other hand to hold your chin, making you look up at him now with slightly flushed cheeks.

"Now that I'm really seeing them up close… they're like two little stars that shine in the night, releasing their charming and beautiful little glow for few to see." Astro spoke once again with a tone of admiration, but now he seemed more than ever to look at you deeply, giving you a small, almost seductive smile.

"And I have the privilege of being one of the beings to see such beauty up close. Totally divine." Astro seemed to finish his thought, leaving you with your cheeks completely flushed by the beautiful words.

But you weren't going to let this go. Putting your arms around his shoulders, you brought him even closer to you, starting a slow and passionate kiss, which surprised him, but he soon began to reciprocate, putting two of his arms around your waist.

You two stayed like this for a few minutes until you both separated due to lack of air, where you rested your foreheads against each other, staring at each other while you tried to catch your breath.

"You're kind of ugly up close, I'm not going to lie." You said with a playful smile, making Astro snort, rolling his eyes while you covered your mouth trying not to laugh.

"Why do you always have to ruin the mood when I try to be romantic?!" Astro exclaimed with an amused tone, pulling your face away from his, watching as you tried to contain your laughter.

"Sorry, sorry." You said with a playful smile, burying your face in his shoulder, feeling him start to affectionately caress your head.

"I love you, (Y/n)." Astro said softly, kissing your forehead, making you smile.

"I love you too, Astro." You said back, giving him a tight hug.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I maaaayy just overthink this, but I feel that Draken and Mitsuya seem a bit distant in the final timeline. I couldn't recall they had any interaction, not even in the background.

Do you have any headcanon about what happened?

Or if you don't seem to think so, can you share any headcanon about them in the final timeline?

Thank you, Jojo! Love you and your blog a bunch!!!

I actually don't think they are, we didn't really get to see a lot of the final timeline so it's hard to say with certainty. But they've always struck me as the kind of friends which don't always need to be together all the time, like they can go for a few days with no talking and then comfortably talk the next time they see each other, they're just kind of chill like that. They also weren't really the focus in the final timeline, as in they didn't need any character development and their relationship has always been fine, so it made sense to prioritise others over them. They do seem to be running together though towards the final fight, even though they weren't standing next to each other in the talk beforehand. So it kinda seems like they maybe purposely or instinctively moved towards each other? But anyway here are a few hc of them in the final timeline!

Draken frequently visits Mitsuya whenever he has free days from work, they always look forward to these days.

Whenever they think about each other they normally touch their tattoos, especially if they haven't seen each other for awhile.

Mitsuya was Draken's best man at his wedding

Draken texts Mitsuya a lot to remind him to eat and drink, especially if Mitsuya is working on a big project (Draken knows it can sometimes slip his mind when he's busy).

They like to meet up and drive their old bikes together sometimes.

One day Mitsuya went back and re painted the dragon from when they first met, making sure it didn't fade too much.

Mitsuya is one of the main people Draken trusts, he's also the main one he goes to when he needs advice.

They end up teaming up for the first part of the final fight but eventually separate.

Although Mitsuya can't attend every race, he does come to the big ones to support both Mikey and Draken's work. 

And finally, although rare and not usually to each other, they still refer to each other as "sworn brothers".

[cdyssey]

FJSJFJSJSJJD, ive missed my asshole family. quick highlights:

WALTON GOGGINS, MY GOD. baby billy truly is one of the most characters of all time. I can’t believe we’ve seen his dick not once but twice now.

lmfao, everything about the three dumbasses trying to use the jet packs, especially at the first dress rehearsal. it’s so stupidly extravagant, which makes it SO them. I like that they threaded in that Jesse was the worst of the three at hovering from the start.

jesse, judy, and kelvin all dressed up in matching sailor-inspired fits to go get their “Datty” in Florida, and WELL, everything else about the retrieval scene, really—down to these grown ass adults repeatedly calling their father a 🐱 to get him to come to their shameless telethon.

but also, sincerely, my kudos to righteous gemstones for continually letting the family’s grief about Aimee-Leigh be the undercurrent through each and every season.

none of them can let go. the grief comes out in so many different ways. here, the kids can’t stand the idea of eli moving on. the thought alone brings tears to Judy’s eyes. Eli is adrift without her—physically, mentally, and spiritually. But really, aren’t the kids the very same?

and yeah, the telethon is a greedy cash grab, but it’s also a loud and stark reminder that Aimee-Leigh is the ghost who haunts their every room. I love how unabashedly tender this plot line has always been and continues to be.

MY BEAUTIFUL FAIL GIRL HAS COME HOME TO ME. Judy calling it her “clitty cat” is the funniest fucking thing.

BJ POLE DANCING. Kudos to Tim Baltz for apparently doing all of that himself, omfg!!!!!!

And god, wasn’t Megan Mullally such a treat? Lori was so warm and inviting, and like the best TRG guest stars, felt like she fit right in to the wacky and vibrant mythology of the world. holy fuck!!! I did not know she could sing like that! And she had really great chemistry with John Goodman. Even though we just met her this episode, it was absolutely believable that he’s already fallen for her.

from my point of view, season 4 is already killing it between that gorgeous premiere and now this follow up. Glad that they’re going out on a high

[elainsgirl]

I've seen many people saying that as casual readers they always thought Elriel was endgame and I'd like to add my own experience to this.

I read the books bc my best friend really liked them and we like the same things. I trusted her and went in blind, I just knew it was about a human girl being "kidnapped" by a fae and that my bsf's favorite character was a guy named Rhysand.

We were living together at the time, so we'd often talk about my thoughts while reading. I didn't interact with the fandom to avoid spoilers and I'd ask her if I wanted to see some fanarts of certain characters. But even while she was reading the books before I ever did, she would sometimes use metaphors to describe certain situation so that it wouldn't be a spoiler for me but she would still have someone to talk about it.

And one thing she said was that at a certain point there would be a sort of "love square" instead of a triangle and I was interested ngl. You don't see that every day. I kept that in mind as I read the series, but then I finished ACOSF (shipping elriel, read the BC) and I was really confused bc obviously three of the four people were Elain, Az, and Lucien but I couldn't figure out who was the fourth one. I asked her about it and she was like "oh it's Gwyn, some people ship her with Az, not sure why🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️" (but she doesn't particularly care about elriel or elain and az as characters bc we haven't seen enough of them yet and she's more of a casual reader)

Anyway, all this to say, even after being told about a "love square", I still didn't realize it was Gwyn because there wasn't enough to support it in the books (and this comes from someone who ships people easily). And I mean, there's nothing wrong with shipping Gwynriel, I'm not actually against it. I can see the potential there. But it's the claiming the ship is canon and endgame part that bothers me. Idk why they need it so badly. I ship everyone with everyone else, but it doesn't mean I expect it to be canon and to actually happen in the next book. And tbh? That's the fun part of it

Thanks for sharing your experience anon, ik a lot of people can relate with being confused by this “love square”. A love square can typically acts in 4 ways:

2 people love the same person yet that person loves someone else -> doesnt apply

you have two established couples & one person from each couple wants each other. Again doesnt apply

connection through unreciprocated love. Only applies very loosely to Lucien who wants Elain but she doesn’t want him back. If Gwyn canonically wanted Azriel but he ofc wants elain, it would have also applied to her but again, there is nothing in ACOSF to suggest Gwyn is crushing on Az and wants him romantically

3 people loving the same person - doesn’t apply.

the acotar love square doesn’t fit any of these dyanmics. Gwyn is forcefully being pushed into the established love triangle between Az/Lucien/Elain. Gwyn doesnt want anyone romantically and none of the characters want Gwyn. She’s just there. Her stans are trying to convince themselves gwynriel want each other or at least acosf showed some romantic interest from Gwyns side - but none of that is true. As you mentioned, there’s not a lot (literally nothing) to support it in the books. One thing about Mass, is before the couples’ book - she comfirms they are mutually attracted to each other.

I dont think many people have an issue with others shipping gwynriel: crack ships make up a lot of the fandom and its fun shipping two random characters together and exploring their dynamic/concept but you also have to understand that just bcs YOU like the idea of two characters together, it doesn’t mean they’re set up to be canon within the books. I think the annoying part is Gwynriels expecting everyone else to take their ship seriously and act as though its a ship thats in the same league as elucien/elriel, when its not. And to make their ship seem better, they have to disprove elriel and oftentimes it makes them look ridiculous bcs their arguements are flawed. They need gwynriel so badly as it solves two major “issues” for them. 1) Take Az away from Elain and she will have no choice but to eventually accept her mate and eluciens have convinced themselves this is the only way Lucien can be happy 2) They dont want Az to be with someone like elain, who they’ve deemed boring, useless, plain. They want him with a sassy, badass warrior-> which Gwyn is meant to be.