#i once ranted to my mother in the car about how much i loved “him” and i get “him” like no one else does

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

mafia boss special | lhs.

pairings: lee heeseung x reader

synopsis: first time meeting mafia boss, heeseung.

word count: 3k

warnings: curses, foul and offensive words.

note: here you go! replies and reblogs are well encouraged. please send me asks, i love reading it. ily and stay safe!

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Heeseung heaved a heavy sigh after reading the recent text from his Mother. He clicked his phone shut then rests it over his lap, throwing his head back over the couch.

“What’s with the heavy sighs, hyung?” Jay asks, chuckling while holding the cue stick. He’s waiting for his turn.

Jake glances over his hyung before taking his shot. The clicking of the balls echoes and one easily shoots earning a subtle cheer from Sunoo. They’re currently playing pool and they’ve notice their eldest friend being in distress.

“Something wrong?” Jungwon steps closer, taking the vacant seat near Heeseung.

Heeseung opens his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. “My Mom’s been bugging me about this date with the youngest daughter Choi clan.”

Sunghoon chuckles before accepting the cue stick from Jay. It’s his turn now.

“I guess Auntie’s really eager to find you a future wife, huh?” he teasingly stated before positioning himself in a much comfortable stance to take his shot.

“Its because Hyung doesn’t seem like interested on finding someone to date.” Sunoo smirks.

“My Mom doesn’t set me on dates.” Jay looked clueless as he said those words.

His friends eyed him like he just said the most hilarious thing.

“Maybe because she knew pretty well you already have enough, dude. You need to be stopped.” Jake even playfully swat him using the cue stick making them laugh.

“Hyung all you even think of is dating! Auntie is probably done with you.” Ni-ki interrupts as the mentioned boy frowned at their comments about him.

“Hey, its not my fault that girls likes me.” he even shrugs his shoulder before showing a smug smile.

The other boys groaned at him and even shower him with side comments. Heeseung smirks watching them bicker with each other. They may be from families of mafia, but Heeseung always love the way they act around one another. One reason why he loves hanging out with them, because he feels more like himself.

“Anyways, I think you should go hyung. I mean Auntie won’t stop until you obey her for once. You know they won’t force you if you said you don’t like her.” Sunoo says.

The boys agreed, nodding their heads to the eldest. He eyed him and ends up agreeing. Well, they are practically right. He knows his Mom and her capability of being passionate on things like this.

He informed her that he agrees on meeting her which brought her joy. She sets the date and told Heeseung to meet the girl this coming Saturday in one of the fancy restaurants around the city.

“Please be nice, son. Make sure to listen to her and also try to smile more, okay?” his Mom follows closely behind him as she guides him towards the car that will drive him towards the place.

She’s been doing this for a while. Reminding him to play nice and all. Giving advices on how to woo a girl. His Mom is a little worried how he may scare any potential girls around him. He’s always been a bit nonchalant and she knows some girls cannot handle that. It’s hard to harvest emotions from him. He’s pretty good on keeping his thoughts and emotions to himself.

“I will, Mom. Stop worrying, okay?” he gently assured her and dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. She smiles warmly and caress his cheeks gently, admiring him.

“I just really want you to get to know other people. I think its time for you to develop some feelings and experience love. It’s a good thing, you know?” she sounds even more eager this time that he pulls away and ready to ride his car.

He doesn’t want to hear his Mom’s rants about being in love and affectionate towards somebody. He just couldn’t imagine himself on that state. It feels like it doesn’t suit him or nobody is capable enough to make him feel those type of emotions.

As they arrive at the place, one of their men opens the door for him and he walks out confidently.

Heeseung doesn’t really have a goal for this date. He just wants to give his Mom a chance and so she can stop from bothering her about this. A few hours sitting and talking with a girl around his age won’t probably hurt, right?

The staff by the front desk doesn’t even need to ask who he is, but instead he saw how a few of them even hurry their way to assist him towards their table.

A slight irritation occupies him when he saw that it was vacant and obviously, his date is late. He’s not a very patient person and so this is not cool for him.

Instead of saying anything, he settles down and looked over the big glass window beside him. The busy street full of cars and big buildings greets him. As the night deepens, the more lights slowly appears making it look more scenery.

“Uhh,” his eyes slowly drifted towards the newly arrived and he saw this elegant girl in a pink dress. Her hair is perfectly curled and her cheekbones are highlighted in a pink tint color.

She saw how her eyes flickers amusement, lips pursing and hands starting to fix her hair and dress. He remained emotionless and just wait for what she’s about to say next.

“Hi H-Heeseung,” she greets using her sweet voice.

He stood up making their height difference evident. She cranes her neck slightly, following his eyes.

“Stella, right?” he asks that she only answered with a quick nod.

Heeseung almost snickered a chuckle while watching the pure admiration to her eyes. It was so obvious how she’s very much excited to see him. He sighs and gently pulled the chair in front of his so she can sit down. Her ears turned red, being totally affected by his gentleman gesture.

“You’re late.” he stated.

Her face flashes embarrasment, “I’m sorry! Its because of traffic.” she quickly reasons out.

He’s not being rude. Its just happen that Heeseung’s always been straightforward. He grew up being open about his opinions and thoughts and so he’s not afraid of making comments like this. Its often mistaken as being rude and aggressive, but he care less.

He just nods and kept his stares to her eyes. His face didn’t reflect any amusement or reaction for her. He admit that she’s beautiful. Model like body and her dress probably costs so much, but he’s used to these type of girls.

She gulped and quickly roamed her eyes, feeling shy because of how intense his gaze for her.

Right on time, someone walks near his table. Heeseung's pretty sure that its one of the waiters of the restaurant.

“Goodevening, Sir and Madam.”

Heeseung's eyes automatically trailed towards the girl and his brows twitched, furrowing at the sight of you. His fingers halts from tapping at the table, mouth slightly gapping.

He noticed how you’re smiling brightly towards Stella before you turned your attention at him. He pursed his lips and kept his stare.

He expects the normal reaction he usually gets from girls, but after flashing him a beautiful smile you bowed your head like how you do for Stella. He was caught off-guard.

“I’m y/n and I will assist you for tonight.” and again you smile again.

You looked so professional and not slightly brothered about him. He almost let out a laugh. Did he just got humbled? He couldn’t believe it at all.

“We like to order.” Stella clears her throat and even switches her eyes from you then to Heeseung whose eyes still fixed at you.

“Heeseung?” she tries to call him.

He kept his eyes glued at you for a few more seconds before he finally teared it away to look at Stella. She seems a bit disappointed, but he ignores and starts to scan the menu you just placed at the table.

He kept running his gaze to the menu, mind silently reading the foods but he well damn know his attention weren’t on any of them.

Because for the very first time, someone— a girl, a very beautiful one too, just caught the attention of the snobby young heir of the Lee Clan.

“I want to reserve that table.” he lazily points the last one he occupied the other day.

The receptionist looked thrilled to see him today as she slightly spaced out in astonishing handsome face of Lee Heeseung. His expression remained placid despite his eyes scanning the whole place from time to time, hoping to take a glimpse of the person he wants to see.

“F-For tonight, Sir?” she asks, couldn’t help but to stumble through her words.

He raised his other hand and gestures one of his men over. Her eyes drifted towards the tall suited man and watch as he placed a briefcase on the desk then opened it. He heard light gasps from the staffs from a distant after seeing it filled with cash.

“For as long as it covers.” Heeseung says in a monotone before sliding his hands inside his pocket.

“S-Sir?” she seems confused. This is the very first time this happened and so she’s taken aback.

“Then let me know if it over so I can reserve it again.” he added before walking towards the table.

Staffs hurries to assist him while he silently watch the view beneath him. The city lights once again slowly putting life into the busy streets.

His head whips over to the waiter who approaches.

“Menu, Sir?”

“I just want a lemonade.”

“O-Okay.” and he bows his head, about to exit himself only to be stopped by Heeseung.

“Is Miss y/n not around tonight?”

The waiter looked confused for a while before he finally answered him.

“Its almost her shift, Sir. I’m sure she will be arriving soon.”

He nods, he can feel the unfamiliar emotion taking over his system. He can feel his blood rushing, hands wanting to fidget.

‘Is he excited?’ he wonders and he wants to smirk.

“I want her to assist me tonight.” he sounded firm.

What do you expect from the youngest son of a well known mafia family? Of course he knows his power and control over the situations like this. He’s never been this happy over the influence his family holds.

Despite the surprise to the waiter's face, there's no disagreement can be seen over him. He flashes a big smile and nods his head then informa him that you will soon assist him once you’ve arrived.

On the other hand, you just stepped inside the building. Multiple curses repeated on loop inside your mind because you’re fifteen minutes late due to traffic.

“y/n!” you jolted a bit after hearing your Manager’s voice calling out your name. You just punched your biometrics over your system to log in to work.

“I’m sorry for being late! I swear its traffic and—” her grip over you comes with eagerness and delightness.

“Thank God you are here! Quick, change to your uniform!” she smiles widely and even pat your back as she guides you over to the lockers area.

Your eyes looked totally confused as to why she didn’t scold you for running late and look so happy seeing you. Your friend by the side gave you this suspicious half smile as she waves and accept a new order she’s about to serve to the customer.

“U-Uhm,” you can’t even compose a sentence when she instructs everyone to give you time to prepare yourself.

It was a complete odd behavior but you just ignored it and decided to change into your uniforms. Its actually a good thing that she didn’t got mad, that’s what matters.

After finally fixing yourself, you stepped outside and a few staffs along with your manager waits patiently outside. You looked confuse once again. Its a totally weird scenario.

“Go to table 15. You have to assist that customer all night. Make sure to give him everything he needs or want to eat. Be kind to him!” she continuously mumbled.

“W-Wait, just table 15?” because usually you are assigned with three tables.

You are thankful for having less tables to attend to, its just odd for you. Like something’s happening and you are completely not aware of it. It makes you slightly anxious.

“Yes! Go!” she pushed you gently giving you no time to react or ask anything else.

With head slightly tilted to the side you started heading towards the said table after grabbing a menu. While walking near, you noticed a familiar figure.

You can’t be wrong. That’s the same person from the other day. Who wouldn’t know him? His family is very influential. Magazines that features big and powerful clan always covers them. Specially him. Lee Heeseung, the youngest and future heir of their clan.

Even before you can approach, he cranes his neck to face you. It caught you off-guard, but you tried to keep your cool. You are trained to do that anyway. This restaurant often have famous people so you are asked to be professional and not gagged over them.

Now this. He’s totally on another level. This is not the celebrity popular type. He’s part of a mafia clan. Mafia. Very dangerous people. They are not just feared but also very well respected. Multiple rumors about them messing up people’s life after getting on their bad side circulates the whole town making it more nervewrecking for you.

You bowed with a small smile and placed the menu in front of him. His eyes didn’t even spare it a glance, instead he kept it darted at you.

‘God, he is breathtaking.’ you mutter silently inside your head. You've seen his face over magazines and pictures, but the other day you realized none of them did justice to him. He’s even more handsome in person.

“Sir? Would you like to order now?” you asked, trying not to stutter after being attacked by his godly visuals.

He tilts his head, “What took you so long?”

Your brows narrowed, “I’m sorry?”

“Your manager said that you’re running a little late that’s why you can’t assist me yet.”

“A-Ah,” you gulped and cleared your throat. “Yes, Sir. I got caught on traffic.”

He kept silent for a while. “Sit down.” he uses his chin to point the vacant seat in front of him.

“I can’t, Sir. I’m currently working.”

He raised one of his brows, amused at how quick you just declined him.

“You’re assigned to assist only me, right?”

You nodded.

“Then I want you to sit down.”

His tone sounded so stern and a bit demanding. It irritated you a little. You’ve encountered a lot of type of people. One of them are arrogant rich ones and you will be honest, you hate them the most.

“Its not part of our work duties to sit down with our customers, Sir. If you’re not yet ready to order, I will exit myself and you can call me once—”

“I want everything.” he interrupts abruptly that pisses you a bit more.

Even before you can stop yourself, your eyebrows raised a little and jaw clenching a little. You heaved a sigh and started writing his order down. You have no idea how he will finish all of it, but its his problem.

“All right, Sir. Some of the dishes will be served a few minutes since it will need time to be prepared.”

He didn’t react or even nods.

Rich spoiled kids.

You’re about to turn around when he spoke.

“I said sit down.”

“Sir, I already—”

“Just do it while I’m still being nice.” and his piercing gaze instantly sent chills over your spine.

After feeling your chest pumping so hard out of fear, you realized that you probably fucked up so bad because of how you just behaved. Panic occured you, starting to imagine the many ways he can end your life.

With slightly shakey legs, you sat down at the chair in front of him. You stayed silent and hands placed over your lap.

Heeseung almost went crazy on the spot. He liked it when you talked back to him from a while ago, but he thinks he likes you this way even more. Obedient and pretty.

“Let’s date, y/n. I like you.” he dropped like a bomb that almost made your mouth drop to the cold floor of the restaurant.

You thought the young mafia was just playing tricks on you. Like a toy he randomly finds and trying to kill his boredom, but he was true to his words.

He kept showing up to the restaurant. Sometimes he does his work there or just read some books. Most of the times he spent his night watching you work. At first it was super uncomfortable, but eventually you got used to it.

He was also making you assist him, but just ends up asking you to sit down and talk to him. You find it totally unfair so you told him that you need to work.

“You are working. And I am paying the restaurant quite well.” he brags.

One thing about him is that he’s very straightforward. He won’t hesitate to say what’s inside his mind that you completely find amazing.

You groaned, “Mr. Lee—”

“How many times do I have to say it? Just call me Heeseung.”

You want to deny it. Even how many times your friends told you that you got the handsome mafia wrapped around your fingers, you’re denial. But now, you’re starting to see it. And you’re worried. Not because he’s a very dangerous man, but because you’re starting to like it.

“Heeseung,”

His eyes flickers excitement after hearing you say his name. For the past months he’s been after you, this is the very first time you called him by his name.

He pursed his lips, trying to fight back the smile that’s about to spread across his face.

“I need to work. It will make me feel bad that I keep sitting around and my co-workers are working hard.”

His face became relaxed, “So its not because you hate me?”

Your brows narrowed. “I don’t hate you.”

Now, a smile made its way to his lips. He could not stop it anymore.

“Okay, fine. You can do your work while I wait for you.” he says in a calm tone.

You nodded, already used to the routine.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you baby.” he casually said that made you blush so hard.

You glanced away and quickly starts doing your job. It became like that ever since. There are days that he can’t go there due to personal business, but its fine. At least thats what you want to convince yourself to feel.

You got used to his presence already that you just found yourself longing for him. Looking for him all the time.

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” you panic and starts to assist the customer after spilling the drink over him. It slips off your hand because you are spacing out by thinking of Lee Heeseung too much.

“What the hell?” the anger through his eyes are evident. The people around whips their heads to watch what’s going on.

The man stood up and darted his angry eyes towards you. Some of the staff walks near to help, but it was too late. He's so mad.

“Why does this luxury restaurant hires stupid people? Do you know who I am?” he hissed at you and you’re really scared.

“I-I’m s—”

“Sorry?! Do you fucking know how much this suit cost? It probably worth than—” his hand that was about to touch you was abruptly stopped.

Your eyes widen and the place fell silent after the newly arrived person steps in front of you, covering you from that man’s wrath. His tall figure and wide back looked protective.

“Watch your fucking tone when you talk to my woman.” and there he is, Lee Heeseung. Officially claiming you for the very first time.

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SPARKS FLY💜✨ - STEVE HARRINGTON PLEASE

sparks fly (steve's version)

warnings: mentions of issues at home for steve, talk of fear in the future

wc: 2k+

a/n: i need steve harrington to just show up to my house and kiss me please please please

Steve Harrington was tired of pretending.

He was tired of pretending his parents weren’t goddamn strangers on their worst days and roommates on their best ones, he was tired of pretending that it didn’t affect him that everyone seemed to believe he had peaked in high school of all times, he was tired of pretending like he wanted the picket fence life set out for him by the adults that had groomed him into their own vision since his youth. But most of all, he was tired of pretending he wasn’t head over heels in love with you.

It was a fight with his parents that triggered it. Another rejection letter had come through from another college, and his dad had resorted to only kicking him while he was down. The one time he had the misfortune of both parents being home, and it was only being used for them to express all their disappointment in him. His father’s tasteless yelling, his mother’s crocodile tears, everything he tried to say back being ignored – he couldn’t fucking take it. He’d left the house with no destination in mind, just jumping into his driver’s seat and knowing he needed to get as far from that godforsaken house as he could.

Distance. He needed distance. And apparently, in his mind, the one place that could take him farther from a house that would never be a home was you. 

His tires had squealed during several of the turns taken until he was flying down your street. It’s storming, a nasty and unforgiving rain coming down in sheets. He should really be driving more carefully, but he can’t. His head and heart alike are racing, and every single nerve ending is just screaming for you.

You, with kind and nonjudgmental eyes, who had always supported him. You, who had never paid much mind to all that he once was when he bore the title of King Steve. You, who had somehow captivated him and had been filling this hole within his chest, one shovel-full at a time. With your laughter, with soft bumps of your shoulder when his mind took him too far from you, with patient ears during every single one of his raging rants about his parents. 

He wasn’t parking in your driveway this late at night to trouble you with another rant. 

His knuckles turn ghostly white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. This is a bad idea. A terrible one, his worst one to date, but he can’t. He doesn’t have any choice in all the other pretending; he could never get through to his parents, to anyone who had these preconceived notions and expectations of him. Tonight had proven that much. But with you…. With you, a change was possible. He didn’t have to keep biting his tongue when it came to you. Every time he’d look at you when you two hung out during dusk and the golden hour painted your every feature the prettiest shades he’d ever been witness to, he didn’t have to choke back down that pathetic confession of adoration. Every time your hand brushed his while walking to the local diner, he didn’t have to pull it away rather than weave your fingers together. He didn’t have to keep denying himself all these simple pleasures – interrupting kisses he’d fantasized about and holding each other on stormy nights just like this one that he had only dreamt of. 

But if he tells you, if he fucks it all up, he loses you. And Steve Harrington doesn’t know if he could handle that.

“Just do it,” he mumbles, trying to privately hype himself up, “Just get out of the car, just go knock on the front door, just-” 

He’s nearly hyperventilating. There’s only two endings to his night. He either returns back to his house, crawls into bed and licks at the wounds left by your rejection, or he doesn’t. Either he kisses you, and you pull him in from the storm raging on or you don’t. 

Two options. It’s only two options, two possible paths. The world doesn’t end, regardless of which one he’s forced to take tonight. 

Were all of his longing glances not returned? Had he not caught you staring in his direction more times than he could count on one hand? 

His fists drop from the wheel, landing on the door handle and throwing it open before he could freeze up again. 

Had you not whispered to him how he was your best friend, your favorite person, even more times than he had caught you staring? Over phone lines, in private corners of busy parties, sitting on his bed and doing nothing more than enjoying each other’s presence while his parents were out of town. 

The rain soaks him immediately. Down to the bone, he’s drenched, the unforgiving winds whipping around him only making him shiver. He can’t even feel the discomfort of his jeans turning to plaster as he takes the long strides up to your front door. 

Had he imagined that time you’d kissed his cheek at the county fair? When he’d won you that obnoxiously large teddy bear, almost too big for you to carry and adorning the most ridiculous sailor’s outfit either of you had ever seen, and you’d so affectionately nicknamed it after Steve’s place of employment – Scoops the Bear, Captain of Flavor. And had you not called the sailor’s outfit cute the moment Steve made the comparison to his own uniform? 

He knocks hard enough that his knuckles sting, and he doesn’t care. The sting doesn’t reach him, his mind only flashing over a reel of memories with you. All he can feel is that ghost of an ache that always haunts his cheeks when he’s around you, the way his chest feels just a little bit lighter and he feels a little more himself when in your presence. You bring out the best in him – you make him want to be a better man, all while never making him feel as if he isn’t good enough. All he ever feels around you is wanted.

Had your eyes not shined as you looked up at him, all the colorful carnival lights and stars reflected in them as Steve tried to (and failed) to hide his vibrant blush? Had you not smiled soft enough to send sparks flying through his chest, threatening to catch fire at any given moment? 

He hadn’t imagined it all – he couldn’t have imagined it all. You’d looked at him like he was the only boy in the world. You’d looked at him as if you could have spent the rest of your night there, feet planted in the grass and a bear nicknamed after him being crushed in your arms. It had been as if you could have stood by his side for the rest of your days, the rest of the world continuing to move on and the two of you left there to decay hand in hand, and it would have been a life well wasted. For both of you.

“Steve?” 

Your front door swings open, and there you are. Still looking adorable while dressed in your most comfortable pajamas for the night. Even beneath the confused and worried first glance, that look from the fair is still there. Your eyes still shine without the lights. 

“What’s wron-” 

You can’t finish your question – before either of you can process what’s happening, Steve’s lips are on yours. He’s overeager and nowhere near graceful with it, his nose nearly taking out your eye as he throws himself against you at full force. Everything from the night, the last few months, poured into that kiss. You nearly fall backwards from the force, and his hands are quick to catch onto your hips and tug you back into his orbit. But it only changes the trajectory of your stumble; both of you are suddenly outside your door, the rain now soaking you as well as Steve. 

When he pulls back from the kiss, he can’t breathe. He did it. The taste of your lips are still burning his, and he can’t open his eyes to wager your reaction. He doesn’t think you kissed back, it wasn’t much of a kiss beyond him just needing his lips on yours right that second, but he’s not sure. He isn’t fucking sure. He can’t open his eyes – he can’t risk watching himself lose you in real time.

“Steve,” your palm is warm on his frigid cheek. He jumps at the sudden contact, eyes pinching shut harsher, “Please look at me.”

When you ask him in that soft voice, please with that gentle tone that wraps him up in such comfort, he can’t deny you. 

He opens his eyes. He can’t read your face. 

It’s surprised, surely. Mouth still slightly parted and drops of water running down your cheeks. Your lashes flutter as your eyes dart down to his lips, and he swears to every God that has ever existed that you are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Something so precious, so warm, so home. 

“What-” you start, but Steve is on a roll of interrupting you tonight.

This time, it’s his voice and not his lips as he sputters out, “Everything’s wrong. Every fucking thing is just wrong – my parents, my life, my decisions. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing with myself. I’m lost, I-I’m so goddamn lost. Because everything is… wrong and bad and… and just… it’s wrong. Except you,” he takes his first big breath since the ramble began, eyes stinging and he tells himself it’s just from the rain leaking into them, “You are the only right thing in my life right now. You’re… Fuck. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, because I know I’m fucking it all up right now. I’m finally letting the one right thing in my life go wrong, because I just can’t do it anymore. I am so fucking in love with you, and I’m tired of pretending I’m no-”

Your turn to interrupt. You surge forward, wrap your hands around the back of his neck and kiss him even more forcefully than he had you. The taste of the rain and your toothpaste mingle as your body collides with him. He almost forgets to react, so caught up in the fire finally erupting so freely in his chest.

And then you bite at his bottom lip, and he feels that beautiful smile, and he finally remembers to do something. His hands find purchase on your lower back and he tries not to laugh in glee as he hungrily kisses you back, lips moving in tangent and perfect synchronicity. 

“We’re gonna drown out here,” you laugh against his lips, finally breaking off and resting your forehead against his. 

“No, we’re not,” he insists with a cheesy grin, “I used to be a swimmer, remember?” 

Another kiss and more laughter, and Steve can’t even hear the thunder in the distance anymore. It becomes clear which path he will be taking tonight. 

“Let’s go inside and dry off, yeah?” you offer, taking a step back out of the torrential downpour, “I’m getting cold.” 

He’s still starstruck as he looks down at you, nodding dumbly, still all consumed by those embers. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.” 

You take his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his just as he has yearned for. You pull shyly, continuing to walk backwards until you step back into the threshold of your house before stopping. The rain no longer pelts down on Steve’s shoulders, the ones infinitely lighter now as your grin is directed at him and he knows he’s home. 

“Oh, and Steve?” you question, and he hums, eager to hear whatever it is you have to say. He’ll always want to listen to you. For the rest of tonight, for the rest of the week, for the rest of his life, “In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m in love with you, you idiot.” 

He can’t help it – he pulls you in for another kiss, kicking the front door shut behind him. Steve supposes he should have seen that one coming. He’s never really had to pretend with you, anyways. 

"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain."

[wordsbyrian]

Babysitting - Alexia Putellas x Reader

A/N: Multiple people requested a sequel to Good with Kids. Then yesterday I told @wosobot that I would post in exchange for a place on her panini team.

Summary: R and Alexia spend the day babysitting R's niece (but bffr they're practically married so it's Alexia's niece too)

It doesn’t matter what you do for work, everyone looks forward to having days off.

Unfortunately for you, your job as a professional footballer means that for you, actual days off are few and far between. Even on days when you don’t have practice or a game, you find yourself being dragged by your agent from photoshoot to interview and back again.

And yet somehow, today on your day off, you find yourself on babysitting duty, having been suckered into taking your niece to see Barcelona’s men's team play.

Not the worst thing in the world, much better than photoshoots, but you would much rather stay here in bed all day.

Unfortunately, that plan is ruined by your girlfriend’s need to open the blinds and let light into your shared bedroom.

Groaning, you roll over, attempting to bury yourself further under the covers and away from the offending light. You’re stopped when the blanket is tugged from your grasp, exposing your body to the cold morning air.

“No, amor, por favor,” you whine, blindly reaching for the blanket.

“It’s time to get up,” she says, not giving in to your pleas.

“It’s my day off.”

“Si, and you promised to pick Valeria up at 11. It’s already 9:30.”

“That’s plenty of time,” you respond, rolling over to look at her and once again making grabby hands for the blanket. “Give it back please.”

Alexia just raises an eyebrow at you before dropping the offending item to the ground and leaving the room.

“Mujer malvada,” you mutter under your breath before climbing out of bed.

Making your way to the kitchen, you’re unsurprised to see Ale already sitting at the counter holding a cup of coffee and scrolling through her phone.

“What do you want to eat,” you ask, already beginning to search through the fridge to see what you could put together.

“I don’t really have time, Josep is going to be here in 10 minutes,” she tells you.

“I can have a breakfast burrito in your hand in 8,” you say, already beginning to pull out the necessary supplies.

Exactly 8 minutes later, just as you promised, you're handing her a burrito wrapped in foil, and almost simultaneously her phone rings, presumably Josep telling her he’s outside.

Rolling your eyes, you reach behind you and grab a second burrito, similarly wrapped.

“That’s for Josep,” you tell her, handing it over, “Text me when you're finished, Vali and I will come to get you so we can eat before going to the game.”

“Thank you,” Alexia says, leaning over to kiss you. “ Te amo, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you too.” An hour later, you're rushing out of your apartment, phone pressed to your ear as you try to lock the door.

“Yes, Chimo, I know what time I said I was going to be there,” you say, interrupting yourself with a slight a-ha of success as you get the door locked. “But I also know that no one expects me to be on time for anything.”

You roll your eyes as your brother begins his rant about how you’ll need to grow up eventually.

“I’ll become responsible when I stop playing a kid's games for money,” you tell him. “I’ll be there in 10. Make sure my kid is ready to go.”

“Pretty sure Valeria is my child, not yours.”

“Not today. You can have her back at the end of the game.”

“Y/N,” he says, in a warning tone.

“Joaquim,” you mock.

“Please feed my daughter something other than junk food today.”

“Not your daughter today. See you in a bit.”

You’re at Chimo’s mother-in-law’s house at exactly the, new, time you said you would be.

Within 5 minutes, you begin to realize precisely what you’ve gotten yourself into.

By the time you're waiting in a parking lot for Alexia, you’ve made a million and one stops, spending money at just about every one.

So now, leaning against the car while Vali takes a nap in the backseat, it feels like you can finally catch your breath.

Your sense of serenity is broken, but instantly regained, by the sound of someone familiar calling your name.

Looking up you're unsurprised to see your girlfriend walking towards you.

“Hola, mi reina. How was your day,” you ask when she gets close enough.

You get an eye roll in response before Alexia answers with words.

“Waste of time,” she says. “What’d you two get up to?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure we emptied my bank account,” you tell her, earning a laugh. “Vali wants to tell you about it at lunch.”

“Well, she’s a better storyteller than you are anyway,” she says, stepping away from you to make her way to the passenger seat.

“Rude,” you respond, watching her, “I like your pants by the way.”

“You like the sight of my butt in these pants you mean.”

“That too.”

The ride to the restaurant isn’t a very long one but it feels even shorter with the way it’s easy for you to focus on the sound of Alexia’s voice and Valeria’s soft snores in the backseat.

The second you park the car a couple of blocks away from the restaurant it's like the kindergartener had never been asleep at all. She practically jumps out of the car before tugging you and Ale down the street while talking a mile a minute.

Once seated she recounts your day out.

“First, Tia was late picking me up,” Vali explains, earning you a glare from your girlfriend. “But she bought me an ice cream to make up for it.”

“Oh really, ice cream before lunch? Does your papa know?”

“No, but Tia said that when he asks I’m supposed to remind him, he's not the boss of her.”

Another hard stare from Alecia but you don’t do anything but shrug in response, smirking a little when she sighs and shakes her head at you.

Turning her attention back to Valeria, Alexia speaks again, “I wouldn’t listen to your tia this time, nenita, it might get you in trouble.”

“Si?”

“Si. Now, why don’t you tell me about all the other places you went to.”

Valeria instantly perks up before launching into her spiel.

“After we got ice cream, we went to the Lego store in the mall and we got soooo many legos,” she says, practically vibrating in her seat. “We even made figurines that look like all of us! Then we had  to go into a couple of boring clothes stores because that was one of the reasons my mom let me come out today.”

“Hey,” you say, interrupting her, “Your mama isn’t in charge of me either.”

“Are you sure,” your niece asks, “Because we did everything she said we had to do.”

“That’s a coincidence,” you respond while rubbing the back of your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alexia attempting to hold back her laughter from her place seated next to Valeria, the little girl struggling to hold back her own giggles.

Taking offense to this, you glare at both of them before continuing to speak.

“Just be quiet and eat your food. Both of you.”

That obviously does nothing to get them to stop laughing at you, so you take your own instructions and turn your attention back to the plate in front of you.

By the time you leave the restaurant, it seems like your niece has more energy than ever while you feel the need to take a serious nap. 

After a quick stop at the car to let Vali change into her Barça jersey and grab the jacket that she will definitely need by the end of the night, the three of you begin the walk to Camp Nou. 

The walk to the stadium is quick, so you're fine with letting Valeria run, skip, and jump ahead of you and Ale, occasionally calling her back when she begins to get too far.

Unfortunately, the short walk isn't as peaceful as it could be because you and Alexia find yourselves being approached multiple times by fans asking for photos and autographs. 

You do take a few but eventually, you make your way inside and to the box where some of your teammates and club officials are mingling while waiting for kick-off.

You do your best to greet and talk to everyone but it's a little difficult with Valeria attached to your leg (and eventually in your arms once you give in to her whining) the child is suddenly more shy than you've ever seen her. 

The clinginess lasts for a while and you’re unsurprised when she plops directly into your lap once you’ve taken your seat. 

You don't mind too much, using the opportunity to calmly explain the action of the game to her in a way that's easy for her to understand. 

It goes smoothly for the first 30 minutes but then Patri and Pina begin ‘sneaking’ her candy and treats when they think you aren’t paying attention. So you are then stuck with a squirmy little kid on your lap. 

By half-time, you need a snack of your own and your legs need a break so you make her stand up so that you could get to your own feet. 

Motioning for her to sit back down you begin to walk off only to feel a tug on the back of your shirt. 

“What's up pulguita,” you ask, turning around and leaning down.

“Where are you going,” she questions, pouting up at you.

“Gonna take a walk and find a good snack, I was gonna ask what you wanted but you’ve just had a team of people trying to fill you up on candy.”

“You’re gonna leave me here?”

“Do you need to use the restroom?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll be alright, Vali.”

That apparently isn’t very reassuring to the young girl because she continues staring at you but now her lower lip is quivering.

Rolling your eyes and sighing deeply, you pick Vali up under her arms and carry her the few steps to where Alexia is sitting (Patri and Pina had forced her to switch seats for their candy plot).

Standing in front of your girlfriend, you carefully place the child in her lap and take a step back.

When you receive a questioning look you sigh once again and say, “I need 5 minutes to move without her attached to my leg.”

That gets a few laughs from your teammates who are close enough to hear but Alexia just nods giving you the go-ahead, readjusting your niece on her lap.

Exactly 5 minutes later you’re walking back to your seat only to see Mapi in it. Scanning the row, you spot the empty one by Alexia, which you immediately plop yourself into.

“Sup,” you say only to be immediately shushed as she motions to Valeria who is sleeping soundly despite the noise of the crowd.

“How,” you begin to ask only to be shushed again.

Rolling your eyes, you settle more fully into the seat while letting one of your arms wrap around her shoulders, prepared to watch the second health of the game.

It’s a boring one, with neither team scoring and the score remaining nil-nil through 90 minutes.

When it’s all said and done, you're hit with the realization that you're going to have to carry 40 pounds of dead weight back to the car as your niece shows no signs of stirring.

For what must be the hundredth time today, you sigh before bending over and taking Valeria into your arms.

Once you have her settled, you reach out your free hand for Alexia to hold as the two of you say your goodbyes before making your way out of the stadium and to your parked car.

Throughout the entirety of the walk, you’re acutely aware of the fans taking photos of you all but you pay them no real attention this time, only briefly letting go of your girlfriend’s hand so you can cover Valeria’s head more fully with the hood of her jacket.

There’s no need for her face to be plastered all over the internet, she didn’t sign up for this.

Once you’re all in the car, you’re not surprised when ALe pulls out her phone and begins to scroll casually running her fingers across the knuckles of the head you have placed on her thigh.

“Amor,” she says suddenly.

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen this?”

“I think my phone’s dead,” you say, quickly glancing over at her. “Que pasa?”

“They’ve already started posting pictures of us at the game.”

“Vale.”

“Vale?”

“Si, vale.”

“That’s all you have to say,” she asks.

“Do you want me to say something else?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” you say seriously, “Are they good pictures? How does my hair look?”

“Y/N/N.”

“Amor, it’s not like people don’t know that we’re dating,” you tell her calmly. “They also know that pulguita comes with me sometimes, it’s all okay, everything’s okay.”

“So it’s fine then.”

“Yup,” you respond, making the turn into your brother’s neighborhood. “The only thing left to do is carry Vali and all her stuff to her room”

“I’ll take the bags.”

“How did I know you were going to say that?”

“Because you’re not as dumb as you look,” Alexia says affectionately.

[ac3-76]

Kai Smith Headcannons

warnings: none😊

General

Idc what anyone says he can cook

like him and Nya were on their own for most of their childhood and bc Kai is the oldest he insisted on cooking

also because he grew up poor he gets really creative in the kitchen

his body temperature is constantly at 102° Fahrenheit

he does well in colder climates and doesn't struggle with feeling cold or freezing, but in hotter climates he gets heat exhaustion fast

He pretty much refuses on taking rest days

like he has to work out every single day or else he gets really insecure

He has the largest social media following out of all the ninjas(if you don't include Lloyd's graffiti account that no one knows he runs)

his body insecurity stems from growing up skinny and underweight

He LOVES Supernatural and sees a lot of himself in Dean Winchester

He has 3 tiktok accounts, one for fashion, one for thirst traps, and one where he just talks, rants, or does vlogs

he also has a YouTube channel that does really well, it's mostly vlogs, pranking the ninjas, doing challenges, trying things

his YouTube channel is kind of a mix of Jake Webbers channel, Kalogeras sisters, and the Sturniolo Triplets

He only has 1 Instagram and he mostly posts pictures of him and the other ninjas hanging out and having fun

He has a public and a private Twitter

the only thing he posts on his public account is i❤️my partner type stuff and dates for things

He definitely did a tweet about how exited he was for A Good Girls Guide To Murder TV show to be released

His private account has tweets for literally everything he does and thinks

"ate a fire cookie🔥🔥"

"just took a narly nap"

"you guys"(with absolutely no rhyme or reason, everyone was responding to that one really confused)

"just watched Teen Wolf, Chris Argent is such a dilf"

The crazy thing is his private account has over 4 million followers, he accepts literally everyone that requests to follow it

He's extremely good at math, put any math problem in front of him and he can solve it in his head in 15 seconds

He's also very financially literate, he's got all of his money related things in order and is a millionaire by season 10 bc he got into investing and stocks

No one knows abt him being a millionaire tho bc he doesn't buy things that look expensive and he doesn't flex his money

He totally buys expensive things tho

it's mostly high end clothing

he has a huge shoe collection that costs at least $2,813

He's an absolute fiend for cosmic brownies

He's a huge car guy

His favorite car brand is Koenigsegg and he owns a black Jesko Attack

He also owns 2 motorcycles

Dating

He's hispanic and fluent in Spanish

If his S/O doesn't speak spanish he'll tell them things in Spanish and won't tell them what if means

He does this all the time

It's bc Spanish is his first language and it's easier for him to say things in his mother tounge

(Yk in Modern Family when Gloria says that no one knows how smart she is in spanish, yea Kai totally feels that)

(he's also a chronic Modern family watcher and he relates to Gloria and Hailey so hard)

If his s/o speaks Spanish he prefers talking to them in Spanish

(he also loves if they speak it bc its also Nya's first language which means they can talk to Nya better)

He absolutely adores physical touch and cuddling

Hugs from behind.

Neck kisses.

he loves his hair being played with

if his S/O wants their hair braided, he can do it

French, Dutch, typical 3 strand, box, godess, cornrows, triangle box, twist, micro braids, fulani, Havana

whatever you want and whatever ur hairtype, he can do it

He can also do any hairstyle on any hair type like it's the easiest thing ever

He def does a soft launch at first

once your relationship is public, he post you all. the. time.

he just loves showing off his lover

However, he makes sure that while ur relationship is known, it's private

he's not gonna post any fights or issues that you 2 have, he works those out in private

he let's you steal any of his clothes(as long as you give them back)

He's the right amount of jealous and possesive

if someone else if flirting with you he'll just walk up and put his arm around ur shoulders or waist

he pretty much never introduces himself when someone else if flirting with you, he let's you do that

He's very secure in his relationship, he wouldn't cheat on you and he knows you wouldn't cheat on him

BUT, as mentioned above he struggles a lot with body insecurity so you'll have to reasure him that you love his body

He's been cutting meat for people his whole life(first Nya then Lloyd) so if you don't wanna cut your meat he'll totally cut it for you

He's so they fell first, he fell harder coded

also unexpected love trope, but it's unexpected for you two, everyone else knew the second you guys met that you were gonna be together

Nya and Lloyd had a bet on how long it would take for you two to get together(Nya won)

[thatsdemko]

fake it? part two - p.gavi

part one series masterlist

masterlist

warnings: teasing + sarcasm

face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

a/n: to check out pairings please check part one!

it had been a whole week since the red carpet fiasco. your name was stuck on all social media for hours after the event, following into the next morning. your eyes were glued to your phone you barely got any sleep.

somehow having drifted off to sleep you were woken by a phone call from your mother. she must’ve seen the news by now you thought to yourself before quickly picking up, “hola, mama how are you?”

“gavi? the eighteen year old. gavi?” she repeated the question multiple times before allowing you to finally share your words and how things went down. she laughed once you finished your story, the public was going to have a field day if she chose to comment on the relationship.

“I don’t believe you. the boy has to be in love with you! I saw the way he looked at you on that carpet.” she gushed over pablo and his traits, your attention was lost on the pictures of you both that showed up on your twitter feed of the two of you. you zoomed in on the picture your mother must’ve been ranting about. you saw how he positioned himself in front of you to adjust your dress, you saw where his hand was placed, and where his eyes were looking. you couldn’t help yourself, but allow yourself to feel something for the younger boy.

“are you listening to me? I asked when can we meet him!” your mothers voice booming through the speaker of your phone pulled you away from twitter and tapping back to the conversation.

“I don’t know, mom. it’s not even a real relationship? why would you want to meet him?”

“just in case you fall in love with him.”

—

to make your mother happy, he agreed to dinner with just your mother. there was no way you could go home with pablo gavi to your father, and then try to explain your situation. it would be near impossible for him to listen without trying to strangle the young man.

“just remember to hold my hand, I’m sure there will be paps somewhere.” his eyes scanned the surroundings in the car trying to figure out if the coast was clear. your mother picked a spot far off the grid that you were sure no man with a camera would want to go and chase you down, but you were sure there was somebody out there.

“yeah I know.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance before you both got out of the car and he took your hand in his making your way into the restaurant where your mother was already sat waiting.

once you got inside, both of your hands slipped back to your sides and you guided him to your mothers table in the back of the restaurant. you passed a few elder couples on the way there, you were sure none of them kept up with fc Barcelona players dating lives, but they did recognize the midfielder.

“ah, my favorite fake couple.” your mother rose from her chair immediately wrapping you in her embrace. it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen each other last week, but to Pablo it looked like you hadn’t seen each other in months.

“Pablo, this is my mom.” you gestured to her and before he could stick his hand out your mother was wrapping him in her arms. she was not one to shake hands.

“I don’t do handshakes, gavi.” she pinched the skin on his arm before returning back to her seat and you all sat down for dinner. you were thankful for the privacy of the back of the restaurant so nobody had to hear your mother spilling the details you filled her in on.

“so my daughter is only good enough to fake date? you don’t like her that much?” you watched his cheeks flush red stuttering to find words. he was lucky your mother started laughing which gave him a sense of relief.

“she’s just joking with you. don’t take her too seriously.”

“I’m just as serious as your relationship with my daughter, gavi.” your mom chuckled at her words allowing the young boy to feel safe in her presence. he smiled as well watching you both move on to a side conversation.

“so she knows?” Pablo looked between the two of you. he didn’t want too many people outside of the little circle of you, him, and pedri to know. he knew he could trust the older woman who sat across from him, and allowed him to possibly toy your emotions. she knew one of you was bound to fall in love.

“I know that what you’re doing is only going to make one of you fall in love. and I have my bets on you.” her index finger pointed right at him seeing his skin turn pale and his eyes to open bigger.

“now let’s order, I’m hungry!”

enews

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enews who is the new Barcelona wag that appeared on Pablo Gavi’s arm? her name is y/n y/l/n and we got all the dets on her! click the link in our bio to find out more!

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pedri @ yourusername 😃😃

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usern1 no gavi is taken :(

user2 she didn’t even look happy to be next to him on the red carpet

usern3 not him going for someone older

usern4 she’s so pretty like what?? 😭😭 already a big fan of her @ pablogavi

[t-lostinworlds]

hi lovely t!! congrats on ur lovely lil celly <3 how about “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” with stevie? i think you’d make it super cute! lots of love 🫶🏼

A/N: hi bby!! and thank u 🥺💗 i'm sorry this took a lil longer but i hope you like it @stevestummy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | dustin's a menace & dorky/shy steve has a crush <3 | prompt in bold!

"This is borderline stalking."

"It's not stalking."

"Uh, borderline, it is," Dustin continued. "No normal or sane person goes to the same café two times a day, six times a week just to get a glimpse of some girl—"

"She's not some girl!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Dustin gasped exaggeratedly, hand on his chest. "The girl you pathetically have an obvious crush on since this café opened—which would make that three weeks of stalking, by the way—and who you've been daydreaming to be your wife and the mother of your kids even though you haven't had a conversation apart from you telling her your same boring coffee order because you can't even ask her number let alone ask her out!"

"My coffee order is not boring," Steve grumbled, cheeks hot because Dustin's rant was still filled with truth…unfortunately.

All because of you.

You who made his heart race and his legs feel like jelly the first time you locked eyes. You who made his brain a jumbled mess, any coherent words lodged in his throat that he was only able to stutter out the first coffee order that came to mind—on more than one occasion that made you believe it was his usual—or else he would've made an even bigger fool of himself by simply staring at you.

Now, Steve wasn't a believer in love at first sight, but this sure did feel close enough.

"What happened to your game King Steve?"

He groaned, head thumping against the steering wheel. "Jesus, man, I get it—"

"Do you really think she's dumb enough to buy your excuses that you're just showing your friends the new café by bringing a different person, mostly kids not your age, every single time you come here?" Dustin babbled on. "You're so obvious about it already! So just ask her out!"

"What do you think I'm doing here!"

"Stalking!" Dustin argued which earned him a glare. "What? You're in your car, waiting for her to clock in because you want her to be the one to take your order instead of sitting inside like a normal person because you don't want to make it obvious that you are waiting for her only as if parking your car in front of the establishment for the past ten minutes without getting out isn't a giant red flag!"

Steve blinked. "What did I ever do to you?"

Dustin took a few deep breaths before smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry, man, I haven't eaten lunch and I can smell their croissants every time the door opens."

Steve sighed, checking his watch.

"Come on. She should be here any minute now."

He internally cringed.

Maybe it did seem like he was stalking you when he even knew when you usually clocked in at certain times of the week.

In his defense, he'd been here plenty of times and it took some trial and error. Once he figured out roughly what your schedule was, it simply became a routine. He didn't go out of his way to steal your timetable and memorized it like some serial killer.

"Yeah, that's not creepy," Dustin grimaced. "Not creepy at all."

"I'll buy you anything you want if you don't embarrass me once we're inside," Steve gritted as he got out of the car. "If not, you're paying for yourself."

Dustin grinned toothily. "Deal."

•••

Steve's fingers were tapping on the wooden countertop as his eyes flickered between the menu and the 'employees only' door.

Your co-worker was behind the counter but didn't make an effort to go over to where they sat on the stools, much to Dustin's dismay. It was almost as if she knew that Steve wanted it to be you who'd take his order. 

His face warmed at the thought.

One that was definitely proven right when she shot him a knowing wink as she disappeared into the back and announced the end of her shift, his palms sweating as he watched the closed door in anticipation

Steve's heart jumped out of his chest and landed on the palm of your hand when you walked in.

Your eyes immediately found his, your irises twinkling and oh so fucking beautiful, smile sweet and warm that turned his brain to mush and all he could think about was: pretty pretty pretty.

Steve struggled to pick his jaw off the floor as he tried to return your grin without looking too much like a lovesick fool.

He knew he failed miserably at that.

Painfully and so downright obvious when he gawked at you, adoration filling his bones at the way you listened attentively to Dustin as he listed all the pastries he wanted to try like they were free—well, Steve supposed since he offered to pay for it all, it kind of was.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted cheerily, beaming. "The usual?"

"H-Hi! and yeah–yes…please," he said, smiling timidly, cheeks flushed, heart skipping when you giggled. It took Dustin kicking his foot to stop him from staring at you for a couple of minutes more. Gathering his sanity, his courage, his breath, his everything, he cleared his throat, "So, uh, do you wanna—uhm…burger? Maybe fries? Milkshakes too!"

"Steve, we don't serve those here," you chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in your eyes, tone teasing. "I thought you knew that already? Being a regular and all."

"No, no, no, it's uh, I meant—" Steve took a deep breath, and he swore he was having a fever because of how hot his body felt. "Wanna, like—I mean, if you’re not busy…We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?"

"Well, I think I've had enough of coffee," you said, face scrunching in the most adorable of ways as you waved around you, the smell of freshly roasted beans strong in the air. "And it's way past lunch already."

Steve's heart fell into his stomach.

"Oh."

This was it. You were letting him down gently. You probably realized just how fucking creepy he'd been acting coming here all the time and—

"How about dinner this Friday night?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, his face burning red. He saw Dustin bury his face in his hands, muttering about how painful this was to watch. Steve ignored him as he turned back to you. "I mean, yeah, I'm free Friday…any time—for you, yeah."

"Cool," you giggled, and Steve swore if he'd hear that angelic sound one more time, he was going to ask you to marry him. You scribbled something on your notepad, your smile shy yet bright as you ripped the paper and handed it to him. "Here's my number. You can pick me up at seven."

"O-Okay," he choked out, cheeks hot and hurting as his grin grew wider. "I will."

Then, you leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek and Steve swore his heart stopped beating, brown eyes wide, jaw hanging, awestruck and dazed as you took his breath away. 

"It's a date," you whispered, fingers resting under his chin to close his mouth, winking before you made your way toward the door. He tried to fight off his frown when he immediately missed your touch, craving more. "I'll be back. I promised Dustin over here to get him one of the freshly baked croissants in the oven."

"Thanks, Y/N!" Dustin chuckled, waving excitedly.

"Fucking slap me," Steve breathed out once you were out of earshot, flinching when a palm hit the back of his head. He glared at his friend. "It was rhetorical!"

"I can't believe that worked," Dustin groaned. "That was so fucking bad."

Steve rolled his eyes, grinning smugly as he waved the paper you gave him. "I still got her number, didn't I?

"Technically, she gave it to you, idiot. You didn't do shit but ask for burgers and fries in a place that serves coffee and pastries. You've got nothing to be smug about."

Steve couldn't even find himself to be embarrassed about it. He was too high on life, his cheek still tingling from where your lips had touched his skin, your sweet scent still lingering in the air that nothing could ever bring him back down.

"I'm still getting the girl."

"Yeah, with your serial killer stalker strategy"

"Shut up."

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[pineappleciders]

one of our ferrets died today. i wasn't close with him and didn't get to bond with him much in recent years, but i still have so many memories of avicii and how mischievous he was. nobody knows how old he is as he was a rescue but it's rather clear he passed of old age. he stopped eating, has been slowing down and getting skinnier. though he was still just as curious through his last days. him and the two other ferrets belong to my brother. originally it was avicii and (what was assumed to be his brother), and the other ferret passed in my brothers arms. i had never seen him cry before that. i don't have a great relationship with my brother but it felt so viscerally uncomfortable and painful to watch someone wallow in the sorrow of losing their pet. tomorrow him and his friends will come over and we will have a funeral.

death feels like something that creeps up into your life slowly. i have never lost anyone close to me, only relatives and animals, so i don't know the pain of it but i have seen it . my baby cousin died very young and i wasn't around to see her but i can see the pain in my parent's eyes when they mention her. i could hear the cries over the phone when my sisters puppy died. my grandmother, who stayed solemnly gentle and kind as she handed me her mother's wallet that she wanted me to have, and all the people that sobbed at her funeral while i stood awkwardly with tears, mourning a person i remember meeting once

the worst experience with death i had was when our rabbits all had babies over a short period of time. so many baby bunnies died and i remember waking up to my brother and his girlfriend crying as they put daisy's body in my hands. she was so tiny, and had a disability that made her head essentially stuck looking upwards. she would trip and fall everywhere but she was just as hoppy and curious as the other buns. i remember burying every single one of the babies and most of their names

and it aches me to think of those who have it worse. i am so lucky to have little grief in my life, to think of my moms tumor, my dads shingles, my sisters car accidents and how many terrible things we avoided to be standing here alive today. but right now there are so many people dying, losing their parents and children and siblings and lovers and pets and homes

so today, i'm grateful i have privilege others don't. i'm grateful i have a house with a family and don't have to worry about running out of food or water. i'm grateful i have internet and the free speech to post whatever i want. i regret not spending more time with avicii, that seems to be a common theme in grief is regret. although in his last days, my dad would bring him around the house to get pets and love and to sniff. so i'm happy he got extra care in his last days, and hopefully he's with his brother now

just wanted to rant a bit ab death since it's such a foreign concept to me still and i can't properly express the strangeness that comes with the feeling of grief. it feels empty, and you see things in black and white, and you want to cry but you just can't??

anywho i hope my brother and parents can cope with this, i know they are a lot closer to avicii than i was. thx for reading

[lovecanbesostrange]

A quick weekly Grey's rant:

Very good fall finale vibes, I already hate waiting for the conclusion to everything. But at the same time I'm not that worried... or worked up about it.

Sure, it does look like Lucas might be shot, but my money is on the robber actually. (It would be interesting if the shot was a through-'n'-through for Lucas and both got hit. While watching I expected Gladys to get it though, so it was already a surprise she lived. Such restraint, Grey's! Really loved that Lucas mentioned how his grandfather died and also that Amelia and Derek were both there. They can remember things! Look, even if Lucas is fine, Amelia just hearing this story -- somebody hold her. Which is also why I think her patient will pull through. She has to. Amelia Shepherd doesn't get much wins in her personal lives, but she is good at what she does and the show lets her have that. (Kinda wished when she talked to the mother she had shown her full optimistic confidence level, a la "there is only one neuro-surgeon better than me, and that was my brother, but he is dead", but I guess two mentions would have been too much). Speaking of remembering things though... I for one do remember two things about Jo Wilson. a) She owned a gun for a long, long time (which is weird, she owned that while with Paul, so hey at least she didn't kill him and clearly never wanted to fire it), so in a way I hoped a little bit she could grab that damn thing when it fell to the floor. Of course I understand that she hid away, especially because oops complications (is she pregnant with twins just so she can lose one for the drama? How diabolical). Anyway, the b) thing though, Jo helped a guy rob a convenience store once. This would have been a nice time that she could clarify she drove the (probably stolen) getaway car. Jo Wilson could have ended up in prison, she is so fucking lucky she didn't.

Yasuda... MIKA YASUDA!!! Leaving too soon. Oh, my heart broke for her. The trauma those hospital walls have seen. Remember when Cristina was allowed her absolute breakdown after the shooting? Yeah, took long enough for somebody else to say "I can't go back". I'm very sorry to see her go, but I find the reason very believable. Grief is such a bastard and they managed to make it worse with her story about being the one who named Chloe, how her favorite sister that meant so much to her died in this place... Also really liked Simone and Bailey talking to her, about what they feel (about their moms). I get why Jules was angry and lashed out, I think Bailey can take that in stride. She was right in what she said. And for Mika to trust herself on this. Could have thrown in that Bailey could offer at least a few calls, if Yasua returns to her family, they might be a hospital nearby or something. A few recommendations. And then Jules and Mika................. I will live with "help me feel normal" for a long, long time. ;_____;

Breaking News: Owen is an ass. I would want him as my trauma surgeon. Even would want him as a teacher or mentor. But damn stay away from this man on a personal level. Weirdly his relationship with Amelia was the one that made the most sense for a long time. Come on, we all expect him to cheat again, right? That little touch in the elevator sure was very unfortunate, but he runs right out to offer another woman a car ride (while everybody in the hospital is busy). The one thing I have to say though, we knew from the start that he is not suited for romantic relationships, when he ended things with his fiancée via super short e-mail and didn't even tell her that he had returned. His shittyness is consistent (it just gets worse when his anger issues flare up; which doesn't include his PTSD that led to choking Cristina, that was a separate issue I do not hold against him). But i guess Owen is vital for the Grey's ecosystem. Makes other people's mistakes look less shitty (I don't consider him evil, he doesn't even enjoy his bad decisions).

Don't know what to think of the Blue and Molly thing. I love the very, very dramatic story they have. Feel bad for her partner now.

[neptoons1998]

Swimming Lessons

Part 1/3

A/N: Soo I did it thanks to @mal-urameshi for the idea.

Summary; Okoye puts Riri in swimming lessons. Okoye meets er daughter's swimming coach Attuma. Okoye isn't going to do anything except look at him that's all.

Tag gang: @mal-urameshi @pantherheart @somethingcleaverandwhitty

Okoye would say she is a pretty okay mom. The greatest but enough that her daughter wouldn't die by her negligence. And like any helicopter parent Okoye put her three-year-old in swimming lessons. As much as she loved her daughter, Riri was a menace in a loving way. Riri couldn't sit still when she gets her hair done or sitting her car seat. So what does any parent do when they have an active child putting in classes.

Okoye had her daughter in ballet, karate, and piano lessons. The young mother was doing everything to keep miss.busybody from being too busy in her room. Plus on some mommy blog it said it was important for Riri’s age group to socialize with their peers. And her daughter was a genius but she just read the room incorrectly sometimes.

“Oh Riri,” Aneka greeted as she wrapped her arms around the young girl. Aneka took her job as the fun auntie very seriously always trying out for her niece.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you,” Aneka commented as she glared at her sister,” It’s almost like someone is keeping you away from me.”

"She needs to run this energy," Okoye reasoned to Aneka as she rolled her eyes. Her sister squahed down to Riri's height as she gave her a piece of candy.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Riri shouted as she hug her aunt. Okoye rolled her eyes, "That's why she is in so many classes."

Aneka scoffed at the insult, "Hey she's needs some fun in her life. And it's not like you and Ayo are going to do it?"

"She's needs structure-“ Okoye started.

"in her life. This is the foundation she needs and going to rely on when she gets older, I know I know," Aneka finished her sister's statement.

"It's good to know you listen to me every once and while," Okoye responded. Aneka waved her hand not taking what her sister was saying to her seriously, "So what's the next class that my Riri have to go to now? How to detonate a bomb?"

Okoye rolled her eyes before she can tell her sister about her daughter's next class. Riri jumped up and down, "I'm going to learn how to swim!"

Aneka's lighten up around her niece, "Really? That sounds like fun."

Riri nodded, "Yeah and I'm learning how to swim like swordfish because they swim really fast."

"Really where did you learn about that?" Aneka asked Riri puffed her chest loving the special attention that her aunt was giving her, "Mama and me went to the library today."

"Can you show me the book you got from the library?" Aneka asked Okoye inwardly groaning knowing her sister was going to give her unneeded advice from the peanut gallery. Aneka stood back up to her normal height, "I'm just saying I find it funny how you're the only one entertaining and taking care of her while you know who isn’t doing his share of the work.”

Okoye could only pressed her lips together as she waited for her sister to finish with rant with her good for nothing ex-husband. From Okoye’s view they went into marriage too fast and were pressured by their parents and traditions that their relationship just frizzed out.

“I mean the only good thing that happened from that relationship was having Riri,” Aneka commented as she was finally getting to the end of her rant. Okoye just nodded along letting her sister finish her ranting about her ex-husband. Okoye's eyes followed her daughter's movements between her bouncing on her toes while reading.

"Thanks for your unneeded advice," Okoye said as she moved closer to take her daughter's hand quickly leaving her sister's apartment.

"Are you ready for your swimming lesson?" Okoye asked her pebble as she buckled her in. Riri nodded, "Yeah, I can't wait to tell VIv and Miles about it."

Okoye went to the driver's seat. She looked through the reflection mirror at Riri, "Let's go, swordfish."

[fanfic-fairyy]

Asheiji fanfic recs pt. 2

Pt. 1 and 3 , 4

In His Eyes by peachcitt(2k)

“This is how you see me?”

“Yes.” Pause. And then: “This is how you deserve to be seen.”

-

or: eiji uses up expensive photo paper while ash gets a little more comfortable with touch

Like Sea Glass by nightscrawls(6k)

In this regard, Eiji never asks, only takes what's given.

But because the ground is so much further from them now, because these aren't tides he can reel in, because this scene was never written in the script, "Do you think -" Legs tremble over the rough rope, the penultimate before he falls or flies. "Do you think he would have approved of me?"

Mourning is the undertow that tugs them to the seaside each year.

somewhere in dinky by selfetish(6k)

“I like being with you.” No holds barred. “You’re my buddy. You’re my pal. You deserve to hear it sometimes.” Eiji lolled his head to AJ's side, resting on his shoulder. “I feel like myself when I’m with you. I mean, who else will listen to me rant about the snooty dog piles I see on Architectural Digest?”

“That all I am to you? You goon.” He playfully pushed Eiji’s head off of him. He unfurled from his shelled position and melted into the cushions, staring up with a grin on his face. He laughed as he stared at their reflections on the disco ball. “Look at us. Two young stallions, rambunctious rapscallions, lonely on Valentine’s Day and pouring their hearts out to each other. Damn. It’s sad.”

“There’s gotta be some kinda subtext I’m not picking up on.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

He blinked slowly. “So, anything you’d like to confess to me, AJ?”

Friendship expressed through vellum drafts and sales pitches.

Work Experience by awesomecookies(41k)

Aslan J. Callenreese, CEO of Lynx Corp. Philanthropist, one of Forbes' top 100 richest entrepreneurs in the world, Time Magazine's cover in last month's issue, leading the protest in climate change and development of sustainable and green engineering/architecture, head of many environmental organizations, and apparently one of the most brilliant and influential minds of the 21st century.

To Eiji Okumura, he was Ash Lynx (as nicknamed by everyone in his office). Angry, tired, and was often kind of a bitch actually.

-

or alternatively titled: "What to do when your boss is a hot blond American with the craziest attitude and an even crazier mind)

I want to spend my life with you by orphan_account(1k)

Childhood friends AU. Just little moments here and there with two soft boys in love.

A New York State of Mind by hatakelynx, JadedLynx(26k)

Famed author Ash Lynx is struck down by writer’s block and has never felt less inspired. International student Eiji Okumura is desperate for a good grade on his assignment. Inspiration isn’t the only thing that blossoms when these two lonely souls cross paths.

A mixed Ash/Eiji POV fic that ticks every box (and then some) for wholesome AshEiji fluff.

Color my Skin by SuperChorifly(68k)

Okumura Eiji, his mother decided, would be greatly loved throughout his life. Time seemed to prove her right, since as he grew up; Eiji would grow colorful rings on his wrists as if he was collecting them.

Aslan’s father had once told him -a cheap beer bottle in hand and eyes trained on the TV- that he didn't come into this world to be loved.

Or: Soulmate AU where the first time you and your soulmate touch, a colored line shows up in your skin

Summer of Cicadas by suffragettecity(43k)

Ash comes home for summer vacation, working his way through university payments by fixing up old cars. Eiji visits a family friend in Cape Cod, tending to his failed athletic career by lifeguarding the locals.

The buzzing of a once dormant youth.

Smile, Ash! by tailoredlillies(3k)

Ash's days have been interrupted by recurring tooth pain. A trip to the dentist reveals that his wisdom teeth need to come out ASAP.

And he is not looking forward to it.

Of Pancakes and Pumpkins by Blueskylover(12k)

In the fifth avenue apartment, Eiji befriends some housewives, makes terrible pancakes, buys lots of pumpkins, and has some realizations about Ash.

uplifted by postingpebbles(3k)

Then Ash exhales, willing his pulse to slow. He’s still strangely aware of himself for a dream, and as he mulls over that thought, Ash takes in the sight of this person—this man—and is struck by the sense of looking into a mirror.

They have the same battle-hardened green eyes (though the other man’s are… softer, somehow, behind the wire-framed glasses), the same blond hair, the same efficient grace in their movements. It’s what makes Ash lower his guard slightly and say, “You’re… me, aren’t you.”

--

(or: ash dreams of a future with eiji and fights for that happy ending he absolutely deserves.)

Born from the Ashes by Kamikama(57k)

Ash and Eiji were just investigating Banana Fish. They never expected to go back with a baby in their arms.

In Which Ash Can't Spell Eiji's Name by mangra(7k)

“Hello, welcome to the Banana Fish café, how can….hngg.”

Ash felt like someone punched him in the gut. Hell, his whole being was disintegrating at that very moment and was swept away by the wind. Standing before him was the most gorgeous man he’d ever laid eyes on. Handsomely cute in one package.

Ash wants to go on a date with that man. Eiji just wants his name spelled right on the cup for once.

Dude I think he just caught ligma by equinoctial(1k)

“I-” Ash seemed chill, but Shorter could tell-- by the way his eyes ever subtly darted at him, the way he was blinking something furious-- that his genius brain was shutting down at the presence of The Eiji Okumura. The Big Crush. The Him.

And only Shorter Wong could salvage the situation.

“Ask. Him. Out.” He tried to physically convey the message, hand movements wild behind the boy of Ash’s dreams. Ash at least seemed to process his movements, giving his crush a soft smile, and then-

“Ducks are quacking. Eiji. Walk fast.”

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Shorter wanted to pull out his own hair whenever Ash disastrously failed to ask his crush out.

He’s already bald dammit.

Burn baby burn by Royaltae(2k)

Ash is starving and can't cook for the love of god.

And so,he sets his kitchen on fire.

Or

That one AU where A sucks at cooking and sets off the smoke alarm and B the neighbour comes to the rescue and oh shit he's cute and now I'm the one on fire.

[Pls read the tags before reading the fic<3]

[justablah56]

Since discord sucks with character limits

So we're starting with this.

We start with the exact relation that Zhao and Jodie hold. Their souls are bound together, however they're separate people who lived their own lives in the Close timeline. In the Foster timeline however, their souls shared a body (Jodie's) because of the timeline shift.

Next. We have Jodie's family life. He's not an only child, but is the second youngest, only having a younger sister. He has an older sister (who cut all ties to the family) and an older brother (who is second oldest). Jodie's father and brother are both cops and also why Jodie became one (to make his family proud of him.) (He doesn't enjoy the job all that much, he likes how he feels because he feels in control of things for once. But it's a lot of just sitting and watching cars as a highway cop.)

His family is the nuclear family type. Mom stays at home and cleans and cooks. Dad works. His sisters were taught how to become good housewives for when they got married. Of course this is also why his older sister (and oldest child) cut ties from the family. However before she did, she and Jodie got along when Jodie had his little "rebel" phase (also when I headcanon when he meets Morgan, who was also having a rebel phase). Of course as Jodie gets older past his younger teens years, he stops this and starts becoming serious. He starts doing things that'll help him go into the career path the rest of the men in his family have done.

Of course this causes a lot of issues for him because he kind of doesn't feel like he has an identity besides just being Officer Foster, one of many. He does like the structure though, his ADHD (and his autism that I hc him with because he's so me fr.)

Now in the Close timeline, he starts to just have a routine of getting up everyday and doing his job, going hoke. Showering and then eating. Then sleeps. Repeat. However in the Foster timeline, he meets Morgan, and they fall in love. So instead his schedule also includes his family in there.

Back to his family however. Him and his father have a strained relationship. When Jodie was younger (in his young teen years), they fought all the time. Mostly about how Jodie wasn't going to become another Officer Foster like every other man in the family. :(

And his relationship with his mother isn't the best as well. He loves and adores his mom, but in the foster household, after one of the boys turns 14, they're kinda just ignored by their mother.

Poor meow meow

Moving to the Close timeline. After Zhao is finally let out of being kinda trapped, Jodie and Zhao go to hell with Nick and Dee (obviously). Jodie never expected to get any sort of acceptance into Dee family, or the demon term (pack). So when he was accepted, it was shocking to him. And now he sees Dee as his mama (not mom, as he can't just forget his mom). But being accepted as one of Dee's kits (and now one of 3, as Dee accepts Glenn as her kit too) [dee went from 1 kit to 3 kits]. Also kit is the demon term for kid/child <3 (I have a lot of demon hcs that I will be sharing during this whole thing)

Zhao and Dee also help Jodie with demon stuff. Like how to keep horns and wings and tails in proper condition. And also how to use Zhao's weapons properly. (Though not without a few burns and scars from practice.)

chewing on this ask SO aggressively I love you , kissing you on the face abt this , I love hearing character rants they're literally everything to me actually <33 BUT absolutely OBSESSED w the idea that Morgan started going out with Jodie during his rebellious phase as a teenager ,,, love that so much actually , but god jodies family makes me so 🥺😭 aNd HIM CALLING DEE MAMA BCS HE CANT FORGET HIS MOM F U C K love all of this sm , folding this ask into an origami swan and holding it gently in my hands btw <3 ty for sending me this I shall cherish it forever <3333

[bingwriterxo]

My dear bing!! I have taken the liberty of writing this long analysis to you in hope you find it entertaining. I advise you to buckle up because it will be long. First of reader and Tara driving in the car and Tara’s nervous rambling upon just seeing endless road made it a great introductory! It was so intimate and domestic! I was hoping you would have some sort of party where Tara is introduced to readers life I should say. Who she grew up with, the environment and such. The way you described readers house was such a perfect painting in words! I don’t believe it could have been better. I love how upon reader and Tara’s entrance everyone just turned 😂 of course our dear girl tara would think it was a cult. I will say it again..never change tara. I will say after reading so many anons from you and 🇬🇧 I was eager and very ecstatic to meet readers young brothers! As always you do not disappoint! The interaction between Eddie and Nate and Tara made my day! You wrote them exactly how I pictured them! With major differences! Nate has my heart, he is my favorite (don’t mention that to Edmund I don’t want him to think badly of me) reader being her usual self and telling Tara if she needed some breathing room to go to her room and then she preceded to give her directions 😂love our girl! I will say the gif had taken me by surprise and I was a bit worried but as always you come through bing. Tara meeting readers mother was wonderful! Already calling her mother😂 I just adore that! And baby Cordelia! Definitely took me by a wild surprise but it was greatly welcomed!  And Tara getting baby fever was the cherry on the cake for me. Readers father is such a vivacious and charming man! I’m a book girl myself so I very much love readers family. ‘Call me dad’ readers dad precede to light up! Now as for connor, or as I call him the scum on the bottom of my shoes. I have nothing nice to say about him, and I take the saying if you have nothing to say that’s polite do not say it. So I shall hold my tongue.  What broke me the most was Tara having to use her inhaler. My poor love must have been crying very much for it to trigger her asthma. Readers mother comforting her was such a great idea! And I had a hunch reader was engaged! From the minute you forshadowed it with Connor saying he was no stranger to readers family parties! Reader being the absolute gem to Tara and explaining everything…why can’t everyone be like that!! I will say I hope Connor gets a taste of his own medicine someday! He made me filled with rage! As someone who is not as tall it’s not very much rage but it is still rage nonetheless!! Hope you enjoyed this rant of mine! Your writing was too good I had to write this!I cannot wait for this AU to continue to grow! It has quickly taken over my heart. There is something so uniquely special about reader and Tara. There is no other AU quite like this. As ever bing wishing you a good weekend 🫶🫡- houseofwindsor77

YASSS ANALYSIS

i worked wrote and rewrote the intro 5 times before publishing what i did. it was tricky for me. i didn’t wanna seem too info-dumpy but i also didnt wanna throw them right in. i also had trouble with the imagery b/c, tbh, it is NOT my strong suit

im glad u liked the boys!! there will be much more of them! i just wanted tara to meet them quickly, and, yes! baby cordelia! i kept her a secret till now. i just thought she’d be a fun addition

both of R’s parents were extremely fun to write! there will be more of them as well! i thought having R’s mom comfort tara first before R has the chance to would open up the room for a great relationship between them!

connor is such a little poo head and i hate him! im not sure if he’ll be back. maybe he’ll pop in every once in a while to spice things up? but we’ll see

i love ur analyses always 🫶 i look forward to them after ever chapter!

[future-dregs]

For fic wip asks:

Cut Off Your Left Arm

It's An Angry Summer

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You, and You, and Me

(if they haven't been done already 🫡)

Cut Off Your Left Arm

"You said you would be my general, Gintoki!"

"…you were my general."

"And then you left me all alone." 

"I don't know 'Zura', anymore. He's lost underneath Katsura!"

Back straight, palms pressed flat against the shingles, as if he could push his way through to the ground, Gin sits on the eave of a quiet house. It's occupants are gone for the day, and the wind tangles his hair ever more so, as he waits for the words to stop repeating themselves.

Guilt. It pricks uneasily at him.

'Zura had been angry today, his rantings and beseechments personal. When he kept his spiels at the recruitment stage, then Gin could blow him off and ignore him, perhaps aggravate him out the door, or mindlessly pick his nose until 'Zura either gave up and left, or gave up and threw himself down beside him on the couch, snatching away his Jump on the way down.

A wrinkled and thieved Jump was a small price to pay for 'Zura shutting up about Joui for awhile, though complete silence was too much to ask from someone who read as…interactively, as 'Zura did.

But when he was as he was today…that was a different matter entirely.

When he brought up their pasts, dragged forward the soldiers that 'Zura never could bear to leave behind, and his anger, both righteous and hurt, came boiling out, directed in its vehemence directly at Gin…

Those where the days when he simply left.

He let 'Zura follow him around the house, waving his arms and crying out to him, and then he just walked right out the door, as if no one else was even there.

The clay tiles crack, and Gin's eyes snap back into focus. He's surprised, 'Zura had never followed before. Never all the way to his secret places.

Wordlessly, 'Zura seats himself beside him, and leans his shoulder into Gin's.

Gin has half a mind to complain about how boney it is, but his fingers have already found 'Zura's wrist by this point, and the window of opportunity is gone.

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This is a Gintama fic about Gin and Katsura's time in the war, and the complicated relationship they have after it. Katsura being hurt and angry, feeling abandoned, but still not totally giving up on Gin or on the hope he has that they could be a duo again. And Gin feeling guilt for leaving Katsura and his men, but still standing by his decision, even though he misses how he and Katsura used to be too.

It's An Angry Summer

Ah.

John grins. He knows what this is. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Though he is a little bit surprised that it's so soon for Sam.

He cuffs Sam's ear and slides an arm across his son's thin shoulders, giving him a good natured hearty shake.

"Your time will come, Sammy. Grow a bit and keep fighting with your brother, put that muscle on, girls'll like you too, the way they like Dean."

Sam rolls his eyes. Not his primary concern here!

Yeah, he'd love to be taller than Dean, make him climb on a kitchen chair and jump for schoolbooks for once, but his issue isnt that, or even all the girls that crowd around Dean at school or watch him show off on the high dive or play with his necklace, mimicking TV and their mothers in an adolescent attempt at seduction that nobody likes, even Dean, who'll chuckle uncomfortably and partially cover it with his hand. Sam notices when he does this and rewards him with half of his candy bar. He'd give him a whole, but that would make Dean suspicious, and Sam's pavlovian experiment won't work if Dean cottons on to it.

No, it's none of those things. Sam can deal with those.

It's Tim fucking Werther.

Since when does Dean have friends?! Much less friends who bring him car magazines, and magazines with girls in them, and who Dean's always hanging out with in the park or at the pool or that weird abandoned lot that Sam is sure must be haunted but he and Dean took the meter around and turned nothing up, because Dean doesn't want to take him back to the motel. Is embarrassed about the water stains and the stale cigarettes and the double bed that he and Sam have to share now that their Dad is around.

Dean doesn't get embarrassed! He gets pissed!

He knocks kids teeth out and bends the wheels on their bikes and sends them home with cuts and bruises and bloody noses if they ever say anything about his brother or his house or his dad.

He keeps a tight lip around adults. They both know the fear of CPS, but he doesn't let some fucking Tim make him feel embarrassed!

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This one is BRAND new. I worked it up this morning.

This is weechesters fic wherein Dean gets a friend and Sam hates it (and the boy). Could be seen as wincest, but I'm writing it with platonic jealousy in mind. Sam doesn't have friends, he only has Dean, so why does Dean get to have a friend? Especially one that sucks and is way worse than Sam? I really really love jealous or possessive child/teenage Sam, so this idea is really fun for me. Also Sam is spending the summer trying out various psychological tricks on Dean. Who among us hasn't got hold of an old book and tried it out on our siblings? Dean is 14 and Sam is 10 and embarrassed for him.

The title is a work in progress. I may or may not end up keeping it.

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Sam had sewed up the hole in his back.

Even though it didn't matter anymore, after a lifetime, and oh, had it turned into someone's lifetime, of tending to his brother, there was no way he could leave him like that, even if only to the pyre.

So he carried him to the car, the backseat holding him like a stillborn.

He washed his body. Clothes stripped and set aside, a washcloth dipped and lowered, slid and repeated until Dean was as cold and clean and still as marble.

And Sam held him.

He couldn't help it, and he didn't try not to.

He laid in the bed he'd laid Dean out in, and buried his face into the now unyielding column of his neck, and he tucked up against Dean, scared as a child.

He kissed the back of his neck, and his left ear. He got up, and kissed the closed marbles that had once been eyes and and the mouth that he wished more than anything would be pink again.

He crushed himself against the front of Dean's body, as if his own desperate heat could make him warm once again, undoing this last, worst, time. But Dean's hands didn't come up to card through Sam's hair, ruffling playfully and squeezing his neck. His fingers had become so stiff, that Sam couldn't thread the two of theirs together anymore.

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Again, could be a wincest, but isnt SPECIFICALLY written that way.

I became obsessed with the thought of Sam laying out Dean's body after he died in the finale, what preparations would look like done at home and by someone who is absolutely Not Going To Be Normal About It. So this just an examination of that. Walking through a missing scene and pulling apart Sam's thoughts and emotions now that he's left alone. To be honest I really want to wallow in his grief and misery. Really drag it out and feel it.

You, and You, and Me

"The boss has never been kissed? Well I can take care of that."

Hawks saunters over to the couch where Shigaraki is sitting, swings himself over his legs so he's sitting in his lap, places a hand on chest and says, "Don't disintegrate me, m'kay?"

Then he kisses him.

He kisses him slowly, delicately. When he pulls away, it's just enough so that he can speak.

"There y'go."

His breath puffs gently against Shigaraki's skin.

Shigaraki just stares at him with wide eyes, and doesn't say anything. When Hawks tries to get up and leave, his hand stops him, but he still doesn't speak.

Hawks bends his neck and peers up at him. "I think I broke him."

"Oh please."

Dabi sounds categorically unimpressed.

"Your kisses aren't so great, you just shocked him. There's a difference."

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There's not much to say about this one. It's an old, VERY indulgent ShigaDabiHawks fic from My Hero Academia, and basically Hawks and Dabi makeout with Shigaraki in really competitive way to one up each other and become Shigaraki's new favorite 😔 this is one of those "its totally out of character but I don't care" fics.

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[sammywammybits]

(Long rant/vent) I’m so much like my mother. They comment how much I look like her especially when I put my glasses on. They say I sound like her when I yell…

I yell I yell I yell cuz she yells she gets mad I get mad she forgets I forget. But I’m always in the wrong. I’m always in the wrong. She’s only really apologized once for assuming I took something which I didn’t. No matter what I do good or bad we all get punished cuz we are family. Then my mom turns to us and say “get mad with *siblings name” not me” like… what are you doing you’re the one punishing us for their actions. Do you want us to fight with eachother do you want us to shout and fight do you like yelling at us. Do you really want to slap me like you say you would. Yeah I’m mouthy. I have ODD what do you expect. And no im not taking more drugs to deal with it when I can probably do it… I don’t do pills cuz you say it’s expensive so I feel guilty and don’t take them even if they help. They don’t I just don’t crave food anymore. I turn into a picky eater I couldn’t even eat popcorn cuz it seemed gross I love popcorn but every day I wanted to take the pills hoping that I’d lose weight. But I take after you. I take after you I take after you I take after you I take after you I take after you. My throat is closing up. I want to sob but you taught me to shut it or you’ll give me something to cry about. I haven’t had a proper hug in 3-4 years after my dad died. I want to hang out with you but due to everything you have to focus on the younger twins. And sometimes I feel like you care about the dog more then us… more then me. I failed in life I’m held back cuz of you. You never encouraged me to drive. I’m scared of cars and of driving. You never showed me or allowed me to get a job. You never helped me. I’m a failure. I’ve already failed life and it’s not even close to being finished. I can’t even love cuz of you. I fear people. I fear of some men cuz of the guys you have been with after my father… abusive guy who is still in our life… it’s not the twins fault. I love them… then that other ex who would take us out to the side of the high way in the cold of winter cuz he was hiding that he was rolling his own cigarettes. He would smoke in his car with a fucking pod cast while me and my two siblings would stand outside and knock on the window asking when he was done. I told you a little bit ago that he had done that when we was kids but you didn’t really believe me… that same ex made me eat food that I didn’t like or made me eat food that was from the floor… he swept it up and put it in my mouth as I cried. Or how he was laughing at us cuz he was “giving out electronics a bath”. Or how he hit my little sisters bare ass multiple times. I can’t even remember why. But he was not our father he had no right to do that. That night I woke up a he was crying for you to help him. I’m glad you told him to leave… cuz those years I Remembered. Glad you have a good boyfriend tho you guys sometimes have problems… I don’t want what you had. I am afraid of love to the point I can’t feel it other then a strong friendly type of love. And no I don’t go to you when I have a problem cuz all you’ll say is “what do you want me to do about it” like i don’t know I’m just stuck…. I want to talk to you about my problems but I don’t want to feel ashamed after you say that you can’t help me or say I’m attention seeking. Yes I’m attention seeking cuz I don’t get enough and I want help but I’m to ashamed… and yeah I know you’re depressed aswell. I feel guilty for how I feel. Im not even a kid anymore. Im grown but still act like a child… was I supposed to guide myself to adulthood? Do parents help you with that or are you supposed to find that path? I’m lost… I love my mom but she kinda fucked me up… or I’m just stupid and overreacting of this… is this even normal…. And yeah I get it. I’m the second Oldest so I should have sucked it up. I’m sorry… I know. Shouldn’t have bugged you a lot with useless stuff so that’s why I’m writing it here so you can’t find it. Im so sorry mom.

[sphinx-myth]

"Mothers yell because they are stressed"

WHAT, EVEN AT 6AM? EVEN AT 3 20 PM? EVEN AT 5PM - 1AM?? SOMETIMES 3AM? EVERYSECOND? OF EVERY DAY? IF KIDS STRESS YOU OUT. DONT. HAVE.FUCKING.KIDS.

Yes ur a bad parent. You said this one of the MULTIPLE times you broke off with dad. You said it when you had a fight with dad. You said it when you had a fight with brad. You said over text when u send me to spy on dad. You tell me 24/7. And you know what. YEA YOU ARE FUCK OFF AND STOP VENTING TO ME, GO TO FUCKING THERAPY OR MAYBE TAKE YOUR MEDS. WHILE DADS NOT TOO GOOD HIMSELF HES BETTER THAN YOU AND THAT SAYS ALOT

I SHOULDNT FEEL LIKE CRYING EVERYTIME I DO SOMETHING LIKE SAY NO TO WATCHING A MOVIE WITH MY OWN FATHER BECAUSE IM SO UNCOMFORTABLE WITH BEING ALONE WITH HIM WATCHING SOMETHING BECAUSE IT REMINDS ME WHEN HES DRUNK. I SHOULD NOT HAVE DREAMS OF YOU YELLING JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. STOP SENDING THOES TIKTOKS YOUR A CUNT LEAVE ME ALONE.

15 YEARS OF BULL SHIT AND IT TOOK ME NEARLY A YEAR TO LEARN TO BE ANGRY AFTER DOING EVERYTHING I CAN FOR YOU. I ACTUALLY LOVE CLEANING. I LOVE SINGING. ID BE SO MUCH BETTER IF MAYBE YOU DIDNT RIDICULE ME EVERY FUCKING DAY. WHY DO I GET MASSIVE BACKLASH EVERYTIME I GET A CHANCE TO BE UPSET. YOU MAKE IT WORSE IM ANGRY EVERYTIME IM AROUND YOU GUYS BECAUSE YOU MAKE IT WORSE. LET ME FEEL FUCKING EMOTIONS FOR ONCE. WHY ARE THERE PHOTOS OF ME SLIGHTLY CRYING BECAUSE YOU FORCED US TO SIT THERE IN A DARK ROOM WITH BLUE LED LIGHTS AND USED THE FLASH EVEN THO I BEGGED U NOT TOO. I HATE BRIGHT LIGHTS. AND YOU PROCCEED TO INSTALL WHITE BRIGHT LIGHTS ALL DOWNSTAIRS AND YELL AT ME WHEN I DONT WANNA BE IN THERE?

I can rant about her for hours honestly.

A motto i learned at like age 10 that i even taught my brothers "prepare for the car." BECAUSE THATS WERE YELLING ALWAYS HAPPENS WHEN WE DO SOMETHING SLIGHTLY WRONG. Brads response to it all is anger, jamies is anger of tears, mine is just to try space out or ignore you, tommys is to freeze and im trying my damn hardest to teach AN NEARLY 12 MAYBE AUDHD YEAR OLD HOW TO PROCESS IT BETTER THAN FREEZING.

Years i spent trying to help you, but your the villain your so afraid of it. You know it, like you know that theres good chance i have arfid and autism. THE DOCTORS TOLD U I HAVE AN ED. Tommy has autism and adhd, brad has may hpd, adhd and anger issues. YOU KNOW THIS AND YOU REFUSE TO GET US HELP? Fuck you. I cant even feel safe to write in a book or on my phone because of you.

[wafflesandd1ck]

Okay, long rant. Let's go!

Coming from the real world perspective of the child of recovering alcoholic mother.

Violet has every right to be pissed at her mom for how she grew up.

are her outlets healthy? No.

Did she have the right to humiliate her mother in front of thousands on her podcast? Absolutely not, that was a dick move.

Christy has canonically:

Drove drunk with her kids in the car.

Dealt drugs to pay her bills and invited addicts into her house, around her children.

Neglected her children to the point that Violet had to cook all of her little brothers meals, help him with homework, and showed up to parent teacher conferences to keep track of his grades. She was barely 15 and was raising her brother because Christy was too loaded to lift a finger.

Violet had to help nurse Christy through her drunk/hangover multiple times and would have to listen to her mom trauma dump in between puking.

Watched Christy divorce roscoes dad, Baxter, because she was too drunk to work on their marriage. Baxter would then trauma dump about the divorce to violet.

Countless times mentioned in the series where Violet talks about selling her stuff to bail Christy out of jail.

SHe lies to violet for years about who her father is and reveals in anger that no only is he abusive, but he's also dead. (He is not dead. Christy lied to make Violet stop looking for him)

Christy got so drunk that she forgot to pay rent on their apartment and had to make her kids help her "midnight dash" to skip paying the back due amount.

CONSTANTLY plays the high and mighty, "I'm better than you" card against violets decisions.

CONSTANTLY puts her AA friends on a much higher priority than her own kids!!

When the series starts, Violet is 16, and Christy has only been sober for 6 months to a year.

She's trying really hard to step back into that mom roll with violet, but violet has been playing mom and head of the house for almost 5 years at this point.

Speaking from my experience, I have gone through all of this. Raising your siblings and being the stand in adult because your parent just dosent want to be a parent, then suddenly one day says "okay I'm ready to parent now and you will listen to me and respect me and forget all of the trauma I WILLINGLY put you through because talking about it MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE. "

Knee jerk reaction is gonna be the biggest, fattest "FUCK. YOU."

You don't get to just step in and talk down to me when I've been doing YOUR jobs for years and RAISING your child.

You chose the alcohol. You chose to neglect us. You chose to be miserable and drink. You chose this. I didn't choose to pick up your slack. I had to step into that roll..and now you're telling me, "You're too young to talk back to me!"

So which is it?

I'm too young to talk back BUT old enough to bail you out of jail?

Either way, you're a shit selfish parent that traumatized me, directly and secondhand, because you just refused to be a damn parent and handle your shit.

Violet has EVERY right to be angry. Violet has ever right to go no contact with Christy. Violet has every right to talk about her experience with an addict parent and being forced to grow up to fast.

Violet has every right because SHE WAS A CHILD.

I don't understand this weird hatred twoards violet. She's a traumatized teenager with no sense of safety or security with the adults in her life.

Violet spirals for a long time:

Drugs and drinking every night

Cheating

Teenage pregnancy

Dating men waayy over her age limit. (19 and 30 if memory serves, she was sleeping with her college professor)

Clinging to any kind of affection or attention that men show her.

Suicidal ideation

Starting fights over nothing with the people she loves (in earlier seasons, she was doing this once per episode)

Moving in and out and in and out of her moms house, panicking at the first sign of conflict and running.

A lot of these traits can closely, if not directly, be tied to PTSD symptoms, and they don't stop, with violet character, until she goes NC with Christy and Bonnie.

Christy is shocked that violet wants nothing to do with her because "that was so long ago. I'm better now."

Ok and? The tree remembers what the axe forgets.

Christy feels entitled to violet forgiveness and wants to make her move on for HER OWN closure. Not because she actually cares about the damage she did to violet psyche.

Why should Violet thank Christy for giving her space? That's just honoring boundaries.

As for Bonnie. Christy is a massive hypocrite. She CONSTANTLY digs at Bonnie's shit parenting and how Bonnie's addictions ruined her life.

Constantly talks about Bonnie's massive parenting fuck ups for pity when she makes mistakes, the gambling arc for example, where christy literally gambles away the diamond earrings less then 24 hours after her friends and Bonnie, scrimped saved and fought to get for her?

Buuuttt.. When Violet does it, she's a stuck-up brat?

When Violet does it, she's just being dramatic and needs to move on?

Am I the only who’s so so fucking pissed at Violet for treating her mother like shit for things Christy did in the past and regrets it now? Christy tried so hard to make amends with Violet, even respecting Violet’s wishes and giving her space for a YEAR.

And how does Violet thank her? By making a podcast that humiliates Christy and brings up crap that happened in the past. Violet needs to move the fuck on and grow up, Christy is trying her best to change herself and grow.

It also pisses me off That Bonnie did nothing to defend Christy or tell Violet the past is the past and she needs to let it go. I know it’s a good thing she values her positive role in Violet’s life but she should use that position to talk to Violet about forgiving Christy and letting go of the toxic anger she hangs onto for ammo.