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oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.
Could you write about them as baby dads?
𫵠Made Him a Dad
after the pregnancy and labor let's see theyâre 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 â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
characters: luffy, zoro, sanji
words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
ââ .⌠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.
âSheâs so cute, y/n,â Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth âLook at her! Sheâs already so strong! I bet sheâs gonna be a great pirate!â
You couldnât help but laugh softly at Luffyâs enthusiasm âSheâs barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe letâs wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.â
Luffyâs face lit up âOh, 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 sheâs gonna be the best, I just know it! Iâll teach her everything I know!â
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.
âOi, Luffy!â Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him âI heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!â
Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement âGrandpa! Youâre here!â 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 âLook! This is my daughter!â
You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garpâs reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffyâs arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.
âSheâs tiny,â Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness âI didnât think Luffy could make something this cute.â
Luffy puffed out his chest with pride âSheâs gonna grow strong, just like me! And sheâs gonna be a great pirate!â
Garp grunted, crossing his arms âA pirate, huh? Youâve got a long way to go if youâre gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.â
Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing âIâll make sure sheâs ready! Right, Dawn?â He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawnâs tiny fingers grasped at Luffyâs 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 Luffyâs eyes âWell, kid, looks like youâre serious about being a dad. I canât believe it, but I guess youâve really grown up. Sheâs got your stupid grin, thatâs for sure.â
Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement âGrandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!â
You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter âShe has your smile, alrightâ you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawnâs face.
Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garpâs approval âIâm 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 meatâs always cooked perfectly! Sheâs gonna be awesome!â
Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk âWell, sheâs not gonna be a pirate, thatâs for sure.â
Luffy blinked in confusion âHuh? What do you mean? Sheâs gonna be the greatest pirate ever!â
Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously âNo way. Iâve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. Sheâs gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.â
Luffyâs eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief âWhat?! No way! Sheâs gonna be a pirate! You canât stop that!â
Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffyâs reaction âOh, I can see it now: âLittle Dawn, future Marine Admiral!â No pirates for her! Sheâll be the one taking you down one day.â
Luffyâs face scrunched up in determination âNo! Youâll see! Sheâll be a pirate! And sheâs gonna be the best one there is!â
You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffyâs hair and then glanced down at Dawn.
âSheâs got a strong spirit, though,â Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little âI can tell sheâll be a handful, just like her old man. But Iâll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.â
Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream âIâll make sure sheâs ready to punch things tooâpirate things!â
Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh âWell, kid, youâve got a good one here. Just donât be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.â
Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly âWeâll see about that.â
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.
ââ .⌠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.
âDamn,â he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused âSheâs strong.â
You laugh softly, leaning against his arm âLike her dad.â
Zoro doesnât 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.
âNo,â he says, voice low âLike her mom.â
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 daughterâs back. Heâs thinking about something serious. Something deep.
Zoroâs gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be âThat dayâŚâ He exhales sharply through his nose. âAnd not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didnât. Not really.â
Your chest tightens. Zoro isnât one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.
âI couldnât do anything at all,â he admits, still staring at your daughterâs tiny hand around his finger âI just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight Iâve ever been in, no injury Iâve ever had... itâs nothing compared to that.â He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw âYouâre stronger than me, y/n, believe me.â
You feel your breath catch.
Itâs not just the words, itâs 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 âZoroâŚâ
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. Sheâs still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.
Zoro smirks faintly âSheâs lucky to have you as her momâ he mutters.
You smile, warmth blooming in your chest âSheâs lucky to have you as her dad.â
He doesnât 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 heâll never forget it.
Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.
Heâs 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 itâs 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 Luffyâs 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.
âAgain! Again!â she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffyâs fingers with ridiculous strength.
Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls âOi. Donât drop her.â
Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide âDonât worry! I wonât!â
You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh âSheâs fine, Zoro. Look at her, sheâs having fun.â
Zoro doesnât budge, arms still crossed âSheâs one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.â
Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes âYou wanna fly?!â
âLuffy, NO.â you and Zoro shout at the same time.
Kazuki claps her hands âFly!â
âNO,â Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy âYou are not throwing my kid.â
Luffy pouts âBut sheâs got a strong grip! She wouldnât even let goââ
âLuffy,â you say, rubbing your temples âletâs not test her durability today, please.â
Luffy sighs dramatically but doesnât argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesnât wobble off.
Zoro mutters under his breath but doesnât stop it. At least Luffyâs holding onto her.
Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki âThereâs my little princess,â he coos, hands in his pockets âYou hungry, sweetheart?â
Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams âYummy?â
Sanji grins âThe yummiest. I made you something special.â
Zoro immediately frowns âWhat did you make her?â
Sanji raises an eyebrow âRelax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.â
Zoro doesnât move âYou sure thereâs nothing weird in it?â
Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face âWeird? Sheâs a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think Iâd put in her food?â
You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting âOkay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why donât you go take a nap? Iâll stay with her.â
âIâm good, Iâll go later⌠donât worryâ 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.
âGood?â Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.
Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams âGood!â
You smile and ruffle her hair âSay âthank you,â Kazu.â
Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice âFanku.â
Sanji clutches his chest like heâs been shot âOhh, my sweet little angel, youâre so politeââ
Zoro scoffs âDonât act like you raised her.â
Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares âDadaâs idiot.â
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 sheâs reading in her chair.
Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.
You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her âSweetheart, donât call your daddy an idiot.â
Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and saysâ
âDadaâs big idiot.â
Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.
Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.
You bite your lip, but itâs no use, youâre laughing too.
Zoro glares at all of you âI blame all of you for this... y/n, stop itâ
Kazuki, sensing sheâs 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.
âDadaâ she murmurs.
Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, âYeah, yeah. Youâre lucky I like you, brat.â
You step closer, resting a hand on his arm âYou love herâ you tease.
Zoro scoffs âObviously⌠unlike you, she doesnât know what sheâs sayingâ
You go and leave a quick peck on his lips âYouâre my lovely big big idiotâ.
He blushes like crazy.
Kazuki looks up, sleepy âDada?â
âHm?â
She grins âDadaâs big big idiot.â
The crew howls with laughter.
Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.
Sheâs happy, safe, and in his arms. Thatâs 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 itâs you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.
ââ .⌠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 sheâs 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.
âSheâs sleeping,â you whisper, stepping closer âYou donât have to be so tense.â
Sanji barely glances up âI know.â
But he doesnât relax. Not even a little.
Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, sheâll change into something unfamiliar, something he wonât 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.
âSanji.â You keep your voice gentle âWhatâs wrong?â
He exhales slowly through his nose âNothing.â
You donât let that slide. Not with him. Not when heâs never been able to lie to you.
You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face âYouâre scared.â
His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit âOf course I am,â he murmurs âIâve never done this before.â
You shake your head âNo, I know it's not just that.â
He doesnât answer, but he doesnât have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he wonât say out loud.
So you say them for him... âYouâre scared of being like him.â
Sanji flinches.
Itâs barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.
âIâm not,â he starts, but his voice falters âI meanâI would neverââ
âI know,â you cut in softly âAnd sheâll know too.â
His breath shudders âBut what ifââ
âShe wonât be like them, Sanji.â You rest your hand over his, where heâs still holding her so, so carefully âAnd even if she was, sheâd still be ours.â
Sanji swallows hard âI donât want her to be cold,â he whispers âI donât want her to feel like she has to earn love. I donât want her to thinkââ He stops, jaw clenching âLike I did.â
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 âShe wonât.â
Sanji shakes his head âYou donât know that.â
âYes, I do,â you insist, voice steady âBecause you are her father.â
That makes him pause.
âSheâs 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 youââ Your voice wavers, but you press on âBecause you are already the best father she could ever have.â
Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.
âSheâs so smallâ he murmurs, almost to himself.
You smile, leaning into him again âYeah. But sheâs yours.â
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.
âSheâs beautifulâ he breathes.
You kiss his shoulder âLike her dad.â
Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice âI hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.â
You nudge him playfully âShe has a father who will love her unconditionally.â
Sanji doesnât answer right away.
Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, itâs barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.
âYeah, she has that.â
Your throat tightens.
You donât 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. Heâs quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.
Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, âI was easy to love. My father was just really bad.â
Your breath catches.
Itâs not something heâs 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 wonât vanish overnight. The scars wonât 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.
âOi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!â Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight âLuffy, sheâs not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!â
âShe likes it, though!â Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms âRight, mini-cook?â
His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesnât immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, âIf you drop her, Luffy, so help meââ
âOh, come on, love-cook,â Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing âYouâre acting like sheâs made of glass.â
Sanji whirls around to glare at him âYou grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swearââ
âOh no,â Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk âWeâve lost him.â
Usopp nods dramatically âRIP Sanji. He used to be cool.â
Franky wipes an imaginary tear âAnother victim of dad syndrome.â
Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.
âLUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THEââ
You snort. Loudly.
And just like that, Sanji freezes.
His brain short-circuits becauseâoh.
Youâre 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 youâre 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 âThatâs enough flying for today, sweetheart.â
Nami smirks âAww, the overprotective dad act is over already?â
Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way youâre still wiping laughter from your eyes, andâ
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.
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Itâs also interesting because BoO even actively brings up how Jason just assumes heâs going to be the one to die. Nor for a second does he even consider Leo dying an option. And thatâs very much out of loveâJason stating he likes to be alive but also could never live with himself of he let any harm come to Leo and of course Leoâs life is more important than his.
Jason was raised to be a hero since heâs 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, heâs too young.
Thereâs nothing Esperanza fears more than for her son to grow up into a hero. Not because she doesnât think heâs qualified, but because heroes donât live happy lives. Heroes always, always end up dead.
Beryl doesnât care about that. She only sees Jasonâs worth once he grows up to be a great warrior.
Leo takes that role thatâs been meant for his best friend and decides that, no, heâs not letting Jason do the dumb hero shit. Heâs doing the dumb hero shit, thank you very much. (Both Jason and Leo in their heads justify this with âmy life is worth less than yours so it should be meâ, which makes me feel absolutely ill actually)
And in my head Leo very much frames it as âI was supposed to be the funny sidekick who dies in act two to motivate the real hero and I couldnât even get that rightâ 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 everyoneâs 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 donât 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 doesnât have time for them.
Also, Iâm 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 doesnât 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 youâre this perfect hero and I will never measure up to you.
Jason: Incorrect! Actually youâre incredible and better than me in so many ways and I wish I could do half the stuff you do! Youâre so cool! Iâm so lucky to know you and love that weâre best friends :D
Leo: âŚwhat the hell is happening
#ToA was good for Apollo and bad for pretty much everyone else and I stand by this#the only cameos that worked for me were percy and solangelo because they were aware this wasnât their story#and therefore didnât try to rush through any arcs
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Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 1)
actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artistâs replacement, he swears itâs 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 donât 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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âWhat do you mean sheâs not coming?â
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, sheâs one of the only people he doesnât hate in there.
Everyone treats him like this stuck up marionette, either not even looking at him because theyâre scared of him, or kissing the ground he walks on, doing things for him like heâs a dummy, as if he canât take a simple direction. Itâs honestly insufferable.
The rest of the cast are nice and all, but he doesnât 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 whoâs now, apparently, getting fired.
âSteve, listen, I get that youâre angry, but sheâs not getting the results we were hoping for. This season is filled with gruesome scenes that need some vfx makeup that sheâs, quite frankly, not qualified for.â Sam, the showrunner, exhaled, like explaining the situation was a waste of his time.
âHow do you know that though? You havenât even seen-â
âWe have. Weâve done a test run on a lot of the looks and even she said herself that it wasnât âher thingâ.â Sam sighed, pinching between his eyes. âLook, sheâs been in the business for more than 20 years, and sheâs 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 thatâs it.â
âBut-â
Sam grabs Steveâs shoulder, softening his expression. âI know you bonded with her. And trust me, I get it, it sucks.â He shrugs nonchalantly âBut her job wasnât to be your friend, it was to do makeup, and itâs not up to par, so sheâs out, end of story. Now please do me a favor and go change, the new makeup girl is waiting for you in the trailer.â 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 wonât be here anymore, he has to deal with the new hire.
He doesnât want to meet her.
If Angelaâs not enough for this, then who did they get to replace her? If 20 years worth of work isnât good enough, the new âgirlâ has to be old enough to be her grandma. And he bets sheâs one of those stuck up muaâs that stay quiet for two hours and look at you like a project, like youâre a canvas, not a human being. God he really didnât 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 doesnât have much of those. But well, as itâs been shown time and time again, everyone leaves him, so whatâs one more?
Actually no, thatâs not true. Robinâs there, as always. She now has the title âmanagerâ added to âbest friendâ but honestly, nothingâs changed. Sheâs always wanted the best for him and held him accountable at the same time, so he couldnât have imagined someone better for the job.
The kids, Nancy and Jonathan are there too, but he hasnât really seen them in a long time, and they call as much as they can but itâs 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, youâre out. So he has to admit, he feels pretty lonely.
âGoddamit Steve, Iâm not your nanny!â Robin marches into his trailer, walking up to him and yanking him up so he stands up âYou 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 Iâll have to kick his minuscule ass and youâll face the consequences cause-â
âOk!ok! Iâll go!â Steve raises his hands, trying to calm her down âi didnât notice Iâd been here so long, Iâm sorry.â
Her shoulders slump down and she sighs âItâs ok dingus, Iâm sure youâre stressed with all your start-of-the-season shit. Go do your magic and weâll order takeout tonight, alright?â She gives him a soft smile.
Theyâve been roommates for years. Itâs been a long time since theyâve passed the point of affording their own place, but L.A. is lonely, so having company at the end of the day is nice.
âOk. Although Iâm not sure if you need that more than I do.â Steve laughs and raises his eyebrows playfully.
âSure, sure, whatever. Go get your makeup done princessâ she ushers him away, pushing him out of his own trailer and shutting the door on his face.
âŚ
When Robin said he was late to makeup, she really wasnât lying. The trailer was almost empty at that point. A girl was sitting in one of the chairs, but apart from her, completely empty.
Heâd never seen that girl before but heâd been told there were new characters this season, so she must be one of them. Sheâs pretty and around his age, maybe a love interest. Sheâs also on her phone so she must be waiting for this new makeup artist too.
Whoâs nowhere to be seen apparently.
âNot very professional is she?â 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 âSorry?â
He points behind them, where no one is âThe new makeup girl, or woman, I guess. Not very professional to be absent on her first day.â
She frowns âActually-â
âBut what do I know? The big guys hired her. Sheâs 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 youâd met her youâd love her. But sheâs gone, so weâll make do with whoever this is, if she shows up that is.â He shrugs, getting comfortable on the chair.
âUnbelievable.â she scoffs.
âRight?â Steve smiles. At last, someone who gets his indignation. It doesnât hurt that sheâs 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 hasnât 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. âWow, even her name sounds pretentious.â He looks at her with a smirk âIâm Steve by the way, whatâs your name?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Frankie, the older black woman who introduced herself earlier as the hair magician, shouts your name before opening the door to the trailer âHi honey, I donât wanna rush you but he has to be ready in 5 minutes.â She nods to Steve.
âItâs alright, tell Erik Iâll be quick.â You pick up your face palette and start mixing shades to get Steveâs color.
Steve fucking Harrington. Who with a quick glance, you can see is shocked to learn youâre the woman heâs 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 castâs interviews, you kinda became his fan.
Not anymore.
âWait. Youâre-â He frowns, trying to understand just how bad heâs fucked up.
âThe slut whoâs sucked off her way here? In the fleshâ You give him a sarcastic smile, before dropping it completely and turning his chair around, facing you.
âI- I thoughtâŚâ
You start applying light concealer on the reddening areas of his face, not including the blush heâs now sporting. âThat I wasnât her? No shit.â
You continue working under his eyes, making him avoid staring at you.
âYou couldâve told me.â he mutters, trying to hide his embarrassment.
âI tried, you were pretty passionate on the subject.â
You thank whoever made the schedule for filming a natural look today, because if you spend much more time with him alone, you canât promise heâll come out alive. And itâs 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 âLook⌠Iâm sorry for saying what I said, Iâm having a really-â
âShut up.â you cut him off.
He looks taken aback, frowning and looking up to stare at you âExcuse me?â
âStop talking, Iâm trying to do my job.â You mutter nonchalantly, giving him the last touches under his lower lip.
Heâs still processing, a disoriented look taking over his face, cause thereâs no way someoneâs 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, âThere you go Mona Lisa, you can leave now.â You clap his cheek a couple times without applying pressure, just to piss him off, and point to the door behind him.
Heâs 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 canât seem to shake off the way you acted, the way you talked to him. Itâs like you couldnât 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.
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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 itâs so fun đâşď¸
Eddie Munson
⢠Eddie is fascinated by your powers. Heâs always asking you to demonstrate them, calling you things like âDark Sorceressâ 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. âWait, wait, waitâyouâre telling me Hawkins has not one, but two badass psychic girls? And theyâre related? Thatâs insane.â
⢠Heâs obsessed with the idea of you and El as some kind of mystical duo. He immediately starts calling you âthe Psychic Sistersâ 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. âOh my god, you guys are actually doing telepathic sister stuff, arenât you? Thatâs the coolest thing Iâve ever seen.â
⢠He quickly becomes the fun uncle figure to Eleven. While youâre more protective and responsible, Eddie is the one sneaking her junk food and introducing her to metal when youâre not around.
⢠Heâs incredibly soft with Eleven, though. He knows sheâs been through hell, and seeing how much you care for her makes him even more gentle with her. Heâd die before letting anything happen to herâor 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, âJesus Christ, you guys need a cooldown period or something.â
⢠If you and Eleven ever get into a disagreement, Eddie takes neither of your sidesâhe just sits back and watches like itâs the best reality show ever. âOoooh, psychic sibling drama. Should I grab popcorn, or is this a dangerous situation?â
⢠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. âLook, Iâm just saying, if we need to make a run for it, Iâve got a van and an underground network of weirdos whoâd totally help hide you.â
Billy Hargrove

⢠Billy doesnât trust easily, and the idea of psychic powers freaks him out at first. Heâs 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? Heâs a little more freaked out. One psychic weirdo was enough, but now thereâs two?
⢠But once he sees that youâre 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 youâre not a threat (and definitely once he sees you use your powers to mess with people he doesnât like), he starts to love it. He eggs you onââCome on, princess, knock that asshole on his ass.â
⢠He doesnât really get the whole lab backstory at firstâhe wasnât there for all the Upside Down chaosâbut the more he learns, the angrier he gets. The idea of people experimenting on defenseless kids makes his blood boil.
⢠Heâs reckless, so he sometimes pushes you too far, daring you to use your abilities when you really shouldnât. But if he ever sees you genuinely strugglingânosebleeds, passing out, the trauma of the lab catching upâhe shuts up real fast
⢠Billy knows what itâs 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 wonât say it outright, but he lets you see that softer part of him when itâs 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
⢠Heâd rather die than admit it, but knowing youâre 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 doesnât doubt you, but it takes a second for him to wrap his head around it.
⢠The moment Steve finds out youâre Elevenâs sister, he immediately takes on an older brother role for both of you. Heâs 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, heâs the one sighing, âOkay, letâs all take a deep breath before one of you flips a car over, yeah?â
⢠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, âOh, great, now I have two psychic weirdos ganging up on me.â But he secretly loves that you guys are that close.
⢠But itâs not just about protectionâSteve 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 doesnât care how powerful you areâheâs 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. âOkay, no more of that! Iâm putting a ban on all psychic stuff for at least a week.â (Not that it works.)
⢠But the second anyone tries to exploit or hurt you? Heâs throwing hands before you even have to use your powers.
⢠He absolutely tries to use your abilities for dumb things. âHey, can you, like, float the remote over here? âŚNo? Okay, cool, no, yeah, Iâll get up.â
⢠Heâs not scared of you, even when youâre at your most dangerous. Heâs just scared for you. He knows what happens when people get used to being seen as a weapon instead of a person, and heâll 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 familyâthe 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.
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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.) Iâm sorry but this show was doing really well for a Mame but that singing was sphincter-shrinking bad. And seemingly endlessâŚ

Okay the second half:Â 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 Cirâs weird creepy stalker behavior (pièce de rĂŠsistance 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 weâve ever had, unfortunately even they werenât 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!Â
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 weâve 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, Iâm 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 10Â - all I care about is the side couple.Â
Ossanâs 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. SnickerÂ
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 - Iâm giving this show a pass. Itâs just too far out of my wheelhouse. I donât 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 WEEKâS 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)
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WHAT THE SLASHERS SMELL LIKE
Except I get too realistic and carried away
Authorâs Note: No seriously. I got carried away. Didnât 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 âRJâ 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 heâs 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 Freddyâs part (and alluded to in Otisâs 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 thatâs been soaking in lake water. It takes a long time to be in such close proximity to him. Personal hygiene isnât his strong suit at all. But once you come along heâll definitely try. His clothes can be changed and washed but Jasonâs body stinks in a way that a shower and soap simply canât fix (at least not fully). Itâs possible to get the smell toned down to somewhat tolerable levels. But realistically I think heâll 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 hasnât been working, heâll smell like cheap cologne and whatever scented soap you keep in the shower. But if heâs been working at the mechanic shop heâll come home smelling like sweat, oil, and gasoline (and blood if heâs killed someone that day). Thereâs also always a faint smell of cigarettes. The smell seems to have seeped into his clothes permanently after many years of smoking. You donât 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 doesnât smell too bad but he doesnât always smell great. He often smells like beeswax, which isnât a bad smell. But he can get quite sweaty as well and doesnât shower as frequently as Bo. So itâs not the best smell combo. I mean, heâs constantly working in a hot basement/workshopâŚin a sweaterâŚin a maskâŚwith long hairâŚâŚin Louisiana. Yeah, sweating is a common occurrence. Heâll 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 isnât great. He doesnât shower often, nor brush his teeth often. But when you come along he definitely starts caring about his hygiene more. Heâll take showers and brush his teeth. Maybe heâll wash his clothes moreâŚmaybe.
Rufus âRJâ 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. Heâd come home smelling like sweat and oil and you might have to ask him to take a shower. Occasionally heâd 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 sheâs not on the run with the family). She likes soap with a fruity scent, often opting for something that smells of berries. Sometimes sheâd smell like blood but usually, sheâd 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 doesnât 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 doesnât take them often though and sometimes youâll have to ask him (or mildly threaten him) to shower. If heâs 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. Heâll never say no to that offer.
Captain Spaulding
Captain Spaulding smells okay usually. Heâs not the best smelling out of the Firefly family but heâs 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 isnât great but he does take somewhat regular showers.
Pinhead
Pinhead smells like blood, leather, and metal. Itâs not an overbearing smell like some of the other slashers but itâs there. You can smell it when you hug him close. I donât think he gets very sweaty. Honestly, do Cenobites even sweat? He doesnât shower, doesnât brush his teeth. Hell, he barely even removes the leather he wears. Heâs not human and he doesnât 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 thereâs a small hint of vanilla thrown in. A majority of the time he smells really fresh. He doesnât often smell like blood because he takes the cleanup process very seriously. Occasionally the smell of whatever heâs 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 heâs been sweating a lot. He likes to smell good but he doesnât 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 doesnât really notice the smell unless itâs pointed out and heâll shower and change clothes if needed.
Thomas Hewitt
Much like Bubba, thereâs often a smell of sweat, meat, and blood. In fact, those smells are stronger on Thomas compared to Bubba. Heâs a rather musky guy. He doesnât shower frequently. Itâs a rare occurrence. But when youâre in the picture he might do a little better hygiene-wise, especially after a heavy dose of scolding from Luda Mae. And heâll smell better (probably never great though).
Art the Clown
Oh, donât 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 heâll have faint scents of gunpowder and oil but those smells are often overpowered by others. Surprisingly though, Art isnât 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 doesnât mind getting all of that off of him but heâs not doing it to smell better. If anything, he likes the smell.
Michael Myers
He smells bad. Whether weâre talking about the OG or the RZ version, I canât 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 doesnât shower, heâll wear the same coveralls for years if they last him that long. Hygiene is the last of his priorities and heâs not easily convinced at all to bathe or wash his clothes. Maybe (and thatâs a very strong MAYBE) you could entice him to do something about the smell. Itâll definitely be a trade-off. He wonât give in easily.
Freddy Krueger
Freddy doesnât 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. Itâs kind of permanent. And no, he wonât be showering. Donât even suggest it because heâll laugh in your face. Itâs not that heâs against it, he just doesnât want to nor does he feel the need to. The only way heâll get in the shower is to have shower sex and thatâs it.
Ash Williams
Ash smells good 90% of the time. He smells like pine shampoo, aftershave, and whatever cologne he wears. Itâs not expensive but it smells nice. The other 10% of the time (when heâs hacking away at deadites), he smells like a mixture of gasoline, oil, blood, and whatever hellish smells come out of deadites. Itâs not great and heâs aware of it. The last thing he wants is to be covered in brains but itâs just another day in his life. He honestly canât wait to shower it all off.
Brahms Heelshire
Upon first meeting him, Brahms didnât 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 itâs his or it's just rubbed off from some clothes in the attic). The smells have stuck to his clothes and he doesnât wash that sweater. He wonât put up a fight if the smell bothers you though. Heâll happily take a shower for you.
Mitch/The Ghost
Mitch smells fineâŚusually. 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 heâll 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. Itâs not like heâs 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 itâs his hair gel. Youâre not fully sure. But thereâs definitely something there.
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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 17 ~ THE FINALE
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âShh, Shh. Daddyâs gotchuââ Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows as she yawned as she sat up in bed. âDaddyâs here.â Joshâs hushed voice crackled through the baby monitor. Kiyana didnât even know he was coming home early. Â
âYeah, you happy to see me huh?â Josh chuckled âI miss you too pumpkin.â There was another little wail that made Josh chuckle softly. âAnd you too princess.â Kiyana couldnât help but smile as she heard the pure adoration in Joshâs voice.Â
âYâall havenât been giving Mommy a hard time, right? I know your brothers have.â He laughed. âo'u teine ââauleleiâ Kiyana heard him shift around before she heard the rocking chair start to creak. âI donât think yâall know how much I needed yâall - how much mommy needed yâallâÂ
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.Â
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.Â
They had kept up their therapy sessions with Dr.Anderson. And true to his word, whenever Josh felt away about something he didnât 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.Â
Josh looked up when he heard the floor boards creak. âDamn,â He whispered. âI think I woke up Mommy.â
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 didnât wake me up," she whispered, stepping into the room. "Iâve 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.Â
Kiyanaâs heart fluttered as she pulled back just slightly, her eyes meeting his. âI missed you,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Josh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. âI missed you, baby.âÂ
âThis is crazy, right?â She whispered, looking down at her two girls in Joshâs 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. âNah, 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.â 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.
âYou really think that?â 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. âI do. Iâve messed up, Ki. Iâve 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.âÂ
Kiyana let out a watery laugh and looked at the nightstand at the clock. âYou got me crying at 4 in the morning.âÂ
 Josh laughed too and let out a yawn.Â
âCâmon let's get you to bed.â 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. âOh, Iâm sorry baby.â She cooed, grabbing her out of Joshâs arms. âDaddy thinkinâ he getting some of mommy cookie was funny.â She said, eyes twinkling as she rocked Jaylani back to sleep. âBut he doesnât know the bakery is closedâÂ
âYeah alright,â 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.Â
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 wasnât just his physical appearanceâit 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.Â
âYou sure daddy canât get no cookie?â He whispered and he climbed onto the bed. Kiyana let out a moan as their lips touched.Â
"Maybe just a taste," Kiyana whispered against his lips, her resolve melting away as his hands traced the curve of her waist.Â
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.Â
Josh groaned, feeling how slick she was. âBakery is closed my assâŚâ he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple, before capturing it in his mouth.Â
Kiyana moaned, âShut up and fuck me.âÂ
His eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up, pausing to gaze into her eyes with a mischievous grin. "Say please."
âPlease,â 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. âShitâ she groaned.Â
Josh thrust slowly, deeply, igniting a fire inside her. âYou feel too damn good,â he breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kiyanaâs fingers dug into his back, urging him faster, but Josh maintained his slow pace. âI love you baby.âÂ
âI love you too-oâ 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.Â
Josh felt her tighten around him as her orgasm hit. âThatâs it baby,â 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. Kiyanaâs nails raked down his back, and she gasped his name over and over like a prayer.
Joshâs 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. âGoddamnâ 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 wouldnât 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.Â
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.Â
âDAD!â 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 wouldnât trade her life for anything.Â
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! â¤ď¸
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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 sevenâ well actually the six, cause Jason is dead! â
(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.
"Percyâ" "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 toâ" Percy cut Chiron off.
"Now."
Apperently, Connor liked listening to his friend way more than listening to Chiron, cause before evryone could blinkâ like he had said âthe 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 butâ"
"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 Connorâ expect for that he's very silly, causes lots of trouble, cracks a lot of jokes and likes pulling pranks and stealinf âis 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 dieâ
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

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On Good Behaviour 5
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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.
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Summary: after release, you try to get on the right track but your new boss isnât much help. (ex-con reader)
Characters: Loki
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As the day winds down to close, you steel yourself for the inevitable. It doesnât come. Laufeyson remains in his office as you pack up your bag. Your lunch is untouched. Youâll have that for dinner, though your appetite is fleeting.Â
You shut down the computer and check that everything is tidy. You get up and approach the door. You linger there until five minutes after the hour. You go but cannot leave the dread behind.Â
You get home and leave your bag at the door. You step out of the creaky heels and go to the couch which makes up the bulk of your furnishing. You sit in silence. Just like those days in your cell. The air crackles in your ears, buzzing through your skull.Â
Youâve done worse for less. Itâs more bitter now because you thought those days were behind you. No, you hoped they were. Whatever optimism youâd clung to is gone. Youâre back where you started even if youâre on the other side of the walls.Â
Your phone rings. You get up and dig it out of your bag. Itâs Dina. You better answer.Â
âHello,â you stand by the door, an arm across your churning stomach.Â
âWell, hello,â she trills in her pretentious way, âIâve only had a rather long conversation with your employer.âÂ
You falter and uncurl your arm, placing your hand flat to the wall. You lean as your legs shake. After all that. You shouldâve known better than to trust a snake like him.Â
âHe gave a shining review of your work,â she says. Your ears ring and you shake your head. You donât believe it. You can hardly understand. âPunctual, attentive, thorough. Iâm only just sending in your monthly report. The board will be happy.âÂ
âOh,â you utter. âRight.âÂ
âThey will be inclined to review your conditions. Granted you stay within them,â the edge returns to her churlish voice. âAnd who wouldn't be good for a man like that.âÂ
You frown.Â
âThank you,â you sniff.Â
âOh no, you be sure to thank Mr. Laufeyson. Had you another disappointing report, I think there may have been a bit of reversion. I hear the ankle monitors are not very comfortable,â she warns. You were lucky to avoid that at least.Â
âYes, Dina.âÂ
âDonât lose sight of the end goal. We both know the rates. Iâd hate to see you back in orange,â she chides.Â
She hangs up. Youâre happy she does before you can respond. Your lip curls as the grey humiliation blazes to white hot rage. You black the phone and drop it on top of your bag. It falls to the floor. You donât give a fuck.Â
You strip off your clothes as you head for the boxy bathroom. Thereâs not enough room for a tub, only a shower. All your time in lock up and you looked forward to that final soak. There was so much you wanted when you got out. As usual, youâre wrong.Â
You stand under the stream of hot water until it turns cold. You donât notice the difference. You get out and dry off. You pull on your green swears and a black shirt. You unfold the couch, the frame squeaking beneath the thin mattress. Itâs as stiff as a bunk but bigger.Â
Your phone goes off again. You want to scream. You want to break every single thing in this place, not that thereâs much. Â
You retrieve your phone from the floor. Itâs him. Laufeyson. You hesitate but answer. You left without saying goodbye. Would he be unhappy? Hardly concerned. You wonât fool yourself.Â
âYouâre welcome, darling,â he begins the conversation as you put the phone to your ear. âNow, donât think I canât hear you huffing like some rabid dog. Speak.âÂ
You inhale and cross the apartment. You stand by the window. âThank you, Mr. Laufeyson.âÂ
âI am not in the habit of lying. Especially for felons,â he slithers.Â
âI understand, sir. I am... grateful.âÂ
âAre you? Because you sound rather angry.âÂ
âNo, sir,â you counter.Â
He snickers. You huff. Â
âOh, do not fear. I will assist you in refraining from your worst instincts. I have no doubt I will break you of those unseemly habits,â he tuts. âI will make a lady of you. Or a facsimile of one.âÂ
You grit your teeth. âYes, Mr. Laufeyson. Thank you.âÂ
He laughs again.Â
âI shall allow you to get your reprieve for surely you will need your energy tomorrow,â he taunts.Â
âYes, sir.â You mutter. Â
He only finds it amusing as he chuckles. âGood night, darling.âÂ
The line clicks. You squeeze the phone and spin. You hurl it at the wall and it pings off the corner. Fuck it all.Â
You stomp to the mattress and fall onto your stomach. The frame jars you through the narrow cushion. You bury your face in your arms and growl.Â
Youâre a fuck up. You always have been, you always will be. You hear your motherâs voice; I told you so.Â
đź
You walk into the office. You wouldnât say youâre ready. Youâre resigned. Itâs a familiar feeling. Itâs how you got through those years. Alone.Â
Mr. Laufeyson sits at your desk, leaning back, one long leg crossed over the other, arms bent behind his head. His nonchalance is a bit too performative. You put the cortado before him.Â
âAh, like a well-trained dog,â he smirks. âLet us see what else youâve learned.âÂ
Heâs completely prepared and you are anything but. You put your hand on your bag and dig your nails into it. Your anger aches in your knuckles.Â
âLet us see,â his eyes flick down, âdid you attend to your work attire?âÂ
You stare at him. You slip your bag from your shoulder and place it next to your feet. You didnât change anything. You were too paralysed to do much more than hate yourself. Itâs better to do nothing than to fuck yourself any more than you already have.Â
You pull up your skirt. He sighs.Â
âOff,â he commands.Â
You let the skirt fall slightly as you reach under it. He clicks his tongue.Â
âPull it up and take them off,â he orders.Â
You swallow your disgusts. You roll the skirt above your waists and clutch it with one hand. With your other, you tug down each side of your panties. You step out of them. You ball them up and near him, holding out.Â
He pinches the seam and pulls them free of your grasp. He unfurls them and turns them around. He runs his thumbs along the back of the panties.Â
âThis. None of that. You will not show up again unprepared. I havenât the time for you to waste,â he reproaches.Â
You drop your skirt. His green eyes flash but he says nothing. He tosses the panties in the bin and pushes himself out of the chair.Â
âI pay you well, you will meet the standards I set,â he sneers.Â
âYes, Mr. Laufeyson. Thank you.âÂ
He comes close and stares you down. Heâs not as intimidating as Jenny who used to steal your shampoo. Not scary, but a problem nonetheless. Â
âIâve been told that employee appreciation is... important. Youâve made it this far so why donât you book us in somewhere for lunch and I will show my...â his eyes skim up and down you. âAppreciation.âÂ
âMr. Laufeyson.âÂ
He rolls his eyes and swipes up his coffee. He leaves you. You grab your bag and round the desk. You sit and tuck it beneath. You leave your cracked phone inside. Best not to get distracted.Â
You login and get started. You go into the deleted folder and search out anything you can find. You donât know many places for lunch that arenât selling burgers for two bucks or pizza and wing combos. You donât expect heâll be pleased with that.Â
Thereâs nothing in the inbox. You revert to the shared drive and review the receipts and cost reports. Several business lunches later. Thereâs a place heâs been to several times and written off. Well, that seems a safe choice.Â
You donât think youâre passing his test but youâre doing enough. Youâll never be good enough. Heâs made that clear. Itâs what he gets off on.Â
As if you havenât been through that before. He thinks that heâs the big bad. Youâve dealt with assholes your whole life. You just wanted to try not to become one.Â
You make the reservation online under his name. That will feed the ego. You forward him the confirmation. No response. Thatâs perfect.Â
You get to work. The stuff in your job description. Emails, filing, all that boring, safe stuff. Â
Your Teams bings. Heâll have some gripe about the booking. You click on the chat. Itâs a hyperlink. You click without thinking.Â
The image of the lingerie surprises you. It shouldnât, really. Heâs not very subtle.Â
Itâs not really your style. You donât have much of that. You wear whatâs expected. Years of the same uniform every day made you less concerned about clothing. Coming out, you just tried to match what was normal. You could laugh at the teenage rebel in her band shirts and striped leggings.Â
The style is much too refined. Too elegant. That ever-present sense of inadequacy grows suffocating. Heâs winning.Â
Youâre not a lady. Youâre never going to be like him. Youâll always be another cog in the machine. Just doing what needs to be done. Even after your through your probation, youâll have that stain for life.Â
You send a thumbs up. What else can you do or say? Youâll look for something like that. The thought of walking into a lingerie shop makes you shrink further. If itâs anything like the boutique, youâll be lucky not to be chased out by security.Â
Thereâs always online.Â
Sigh. Back to work. Think of anything but that. But him. Not so easy when everything around here is stamped with his condescending touch.Â
đź
Laufeyson struts out as he checks his watch. He clears his throat and youâre on your feet. He waves you ahead of him.Â
âI would guess you havenât a car?â He wonders as he locks the door.Â
âNo, Mr. Laufeyson.âÂ
âNo, you wouldnât,â he sniffs.Â
Youâre patient and placid. You count up to ten and back down in your head. Let him say whatever he likes. Reacting is what got you into this.Â
He strides ahead of you. You follow him outside and to his car. A sleek silver luxury sedan. You only get it as he buckles his seat belt. You will not presume. Especially with him.Â
He turns the engine as you click the seat belt in. He checks his blind spots before he pulls out. He exhales heavily.Â
He joins traffic and stretches his arm over to tap along the headrest behind you. His touch crawls along your hair and he extends his finger across your skull.
âIt is a mess today,â he drones. âCome, letâs pass the time.âÂ
He wrenches you away from the seat. Your neck pangs with his strength. You grip the edge of the seat as you resist throwing a punch.Â
You hold air in your chest and bend awkward between the seats. He shoves your head over his lap as you push the top of the seat belt behind you. You brace his leg as you twist awkwardly.Â
You pick at his fly as your vision hazes. Heâs already hard. You canât help the shudder as it rolls through you. You take him out and stroke his length. Your jaw locks up and you take several breaths to loosen it.Â
âYou must sing for your supper,â he teases.Â
You put your lips to his tip. Slowly, you open and slide down his length. You close your eyes and recede into yourself. Like you did when Shanna bashed your head into the top bunk. Everything after that was black.Â
Itâs not much different than that. Reality shifts and time whirs by. It all comes back in a sickening tide.
You choke as Laufeyson spurts down your throat and you pull off him with a cough, covering your mouth to catch the mess. Your spit is smeared down him and across your palm. Your face is wet with it, your tongue salty with his cum.Â
You blink and look around. You donât recognise this area. Itâs far from the office. Youâre shaken by the blip.Â
âDarling,â he pets your head and lets you sit up. You gag as his cum gathers behind your tongue.Â
You reach for the door and open it. You spit out onto the tarmac. There's a car right beside you, and to the other side of the car. Youâre in a parking lot. The restaurant marquee greets you as you sit up.Â
âMm,â he tugs his pocket square free and wipes himself clean. You swallow down the dregs and drag your hand across your mouth. You check yourself in the side mirror.Â
Youâre silent as he gets out. You follow. You can only mirror him as the shock slakes away piece by piece.Â
You enter the restaurant behind him. The hostess takes his name. Itâs all a blur.Â
As youâre led into the dining room, a squeal cuts through the din.Â
âLoki!â A womanâs shrill cry stills your feet. Laufeyson stops and grumbles as you nearly hit his back. âOh, what a surprise!âÂ
#loki#dark loki#dark!loki#loki x reader#series#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#on good behaviour#mcu#marvel#thor#avengers
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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.
ďťżďťż- LOUSY drunk, she sings, sits on laps and overall gets very red cheeks and bosoms. the whole coven was caught staring one eventful evening.
ďťżďťż- 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 isnât even a headcanon itâs my reality.
- when they got out of the road, lilia grabbed whatever was left of jenâs 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, thatâs a fenĂ´menos 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 itâs 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 liliaâs 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!!!!!! itâs 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.Â
- she CANNOT drive to save a soul. its passenger princess life or no life for her.
#your basic queerie#patti lupone#agatha all along#lilia calderu#agatha harkness#agatha x rio#rio vidal#kathryn hahn#alice wu gulliver#sasheer zamata#ali ahn#aubrey plaza#jac schaeffer#billy maximoff#jennifer kale#lilia calderu x jennifer kale
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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
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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
đLearđ
đŞ 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 â though you had put in extra effort for Lear.
đŞ 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.
đŞ 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. âHmph,â he placed his fork down after he had finished eating, âThat was wonderful. You truly prepared that by yourself? I am utterly impressed. I may ask for you to cook for me again.â He then let out a cry when you tackled him into a hug, far too overwhelmed with joy.
â ď¸Grimsleyâ¤ď¸
⤠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.
â 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 â 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. âDarling,â he spoke in his usual cadence of something close to a tease, âI genuinely like it. You know I like it at this rarity. I'm impressed you even used seasonings I like. Stop looking so nervous.â 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.
đŤVolođ
âď¸ 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.
âď¸ 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 â 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.
âď¸ 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. â⌠I must say that this was delicious,â his grey eye met your own, âYou're quite capable in a kitchen, aren't you? I usually held little regard for what I ateâŚâ You nodded but were got off-guard when he approached you and caught your chin in his hand. âWhy don't I show you my appreciation?â Anticipation suddenly knotted in your stomach.
đżNđ
đ˘ 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.
đ˘ 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.
đ˘ 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. â⌠You used the peppers that I grew for you,â he noted, âI'm glad⌠This was delicious. Thank you for cooking for me.â Your heart was filled with too much love. You rushed over to hug him. He returned the affection just as well.
#pokemon x reader#lear x reader#grimsley x reader#volo x reader#n x reader#pokemon/reader#pokemon lear x reader#pokemon grimsley x reader#pokemon volo x reader#pokemon n x reader#lear/reader#grimsley/reader#volo/reader#n/reader
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Can I request something like... Astro x reader in a romantic sense, where reader has extremely bright eyes at night and in dark places?â¨
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 sayâŚ" 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 jobâ" 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 ââeyes, 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.
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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 canât believe weâve 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. itâs 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 âDattyâ in Florida, and WELL, everything else about the retrieval scene, reallyâdown to these grown ass adults repeatedly calling their father a đą to get him to come to their shameless telethon.
but also, sincerely, my kudos to righteous gemstones for continually letting the familyâs 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 canât stand the idea of eli moving on. the thought alone brings tears to Judyâs eyes. Eli is adrift without herâphysically, mentally, and spiritually. But really, arenât the kids the very same?
and yeah, the telethon is a greedy cash grab, but itâs 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 âclitty catâ is the funniest fucking thing.
BJ POLE DANCING. Kudos to Tim Baltz for apparently doing all of that himself, omfg!!!!!!
And god, wasnât 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 heâs 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 theyâre going out on a high
#Maggie blogs#the righteous gemstones#s: the righteous gemstones#the righteous gemstones spoilers#righteous gemstone spoilers#I have missed Judy soooooo soooo much
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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.Â
And finally, although rare and not usually to each other, they still refer to each other as "sworn brothers".
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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 whyđ¤ˇââď¸đ¤ˇââď¸" (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 âlove squareâ. 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 doesnât 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 - doesnât apply.
the acotar love square doesnât 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. Sheâs 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, thereâs not a lot (literally nothing) to support it in the books. One thing about Mass, is before the couplesâ 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 doesnât mean theyâre 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 âissuesâ 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 theyâve deemed boring, useless, plain. They want him with a sassy, badass warrior-> which Gwyn is meant to be.
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