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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Late happy birthday Chloe! 🎂

For the celebration: 🍪

About me: INTJ female, fluent in sarcasm and irony, a little harsh around the edges but generally kind and helpful. Perhaps a bit to reserved and impartial at times which makes me look uninterested in people. Always trying to keep my cool and with tendency to overanalyze everything. Perfect mix of a daydreamer and night thinker. Imagination and planning are my greatest assets. On the dark side, I can be passive and indifferent, and I'm very self conscious when it comes to my look. And I got my walls high.

Thank you so much for the bday wishes! <3 And thank you for requesting (adding the marvel and dc fandoms)! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you enjoy the matchup! <3333

Marvel;

Bucky Barnes:

🐺 You were part of the Avengers when Bucky joined (pretending Civil War never happened), a lot of the Avengers took a long time to warm up to Bucky, and it was the same for you too, but you grew to like him a bit, he was pretty handsome and all

🐺 You felt like Bucky was a bit like you in the regards of being a bit reserved and indifferent, you wanted Bucky to feel safe in the tower, so you gained the courage to talk to him; it took a while, after over-thinking a bit and even backing out a few times, you made you way over to him

🐺 Bucky was a bit defensive and wary of you, and it took him a while to actually reply to you when you awkwardly welcomed him to the team

🐺 The two of you didn't talk to each other at all after that, not even when passing by each other or making coffee in the kitchen; but slowly, very slowly, did both your walls come down when you realized that the other wasn't a threat

🐺 It started off pretty slow, making coffee for Bucky when he woke up or Bucky would save you a seat at the table during breakfast, lunch, or dinner

🐺 Before long, you began to grow feelings for Bucky, becoming a bit overwhelmed at the realization as you began to overthink everything again; what you didn't know was Bucky was feeling the same

🐺 Steve had noticed this, cause he is so in tuned with his best friend, and talked to Bucky about his feelings for you since they were obvious to ol' Stevie, in which Bucky first tried to ignore, until Steve really spoke to him about it, telling him to ask you out on a nice date or just confess his feelings to you already

🐺 Easier said than done, was all Bucky could say to himself, his own insecurities getting the best of him

🐺 When Bucky did confess to you, it was nerve-racking and anxiety-attack central, but when he did tell you, his voice quiet yet deep, you were overjoyed firstly; though you began to question why he would like you, Bucky helped you stop your worrying, taking your hands in his, telling you that he was in fact in love with you

🐺 You really couldn't be happier, being with the man of your dreams, someone you day dreamed about and thought about at night when you couldn't sleep, you were so happy he returned your feelings and you couldn't wait for the future

DC;

Richard Grayson:

🐦 You were a pretty recent addition to the Teen Titans, having an amazing power that you had to join them, as Batman didn't really say, he was more serious about it, and he really didn't call your powers 'awesome' but you thought maybe he did like them enough to let you join the group

🐦 When you joined, it was pretty awkward, having no super friends and everyone just staring at you when you first started there, it was like being a transfer student in those terrible teen movies, having to stand in front of the class and tell everyone about yourself

🐦 Well, minus really talking about yourself, most of the team was a bit apprehensive of you, and you were the same with them, not fully really trusting them yet either; you knew it was going to take a while for you to warm up to them individually

🐦 And it did take a while, a good couple of months for each person, but that last person you befriended was Wonder Boy, also known as Dick Grayson; well, you didn't have the pleasure to call him Dick yet, still on Richard which was slightly odd when everyone else called him Dick

🐦 Dick was very dull and meh when he was around you, you being still sort of a new person and part of the team, he still didn't know what to make of you, and sort of didn't trust you, but if his dad, Bruce, thought you were good enough to join, and trustworthy enough, then you must be a good person

🐦 You thought Dick was pretty rude, especially to you during missions as the Teen Titans, which you didn't really care for, and you could only deal with for so long, it wasn't long until you broke and told him to stop being so mean; he was shocked nonetheless, and from then on, hadn't been so disrespectful to you and actually treated you as a member of the team

🐦 Over time, Dick began to grow fond of you, getting that giddy feeling he hadn't felt since Amy, which shocked him, making him sort of avoid you slightly; you noticed this and wanted to know what was up, but you didn't really say anything, but you did stay up thinking about Dick, realizing that you were doing that a lot lately, and slowly realizing yourself that you liked the bird vigilante (you even knew that he hated pineapple on pizza, you were in love)

🐦 It then took another long while until either of you fessed up, the rest of the team realizing something was up by all the awkward and shy glances the two of you were sharing often, so Starfire was going to do something about these untold feelings

🐦 She did her job and succeeded, making the two of you "meet her" at the roof of their headquarters, only for you and Dick to be there by yourselves, and to say it was awkward... It was awkward; it took some anxiety-filled small talk to get Dick to just blurt out that he likes you

🐦 You couldn't help but smile, staring down at the world below as you kicked your legs as they hung off the building, slowly, you confessed your feelings for the young man too, as slowly, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours

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bookinit02 · 1 year ago

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HI im so sorry i just finished reading the e4 script and i am just . fuckign speechless i cant articulate at all lol it was soo amazing when i finished i needed to stare at a wall for like three minutes straight just to process hang on one sec hang on a minute let me uh let me jsut two seconds here hangn on HDSHHSDCHSCSCVGSCVGDVGSCDCGSXCGXSCXSCGSGSCGCGHCXGHCGXHCHXHXFFHCHXD#DFFDCEFHDFSNCNKSDCNJDSTHFH3489FDJNHJFVDSHJFDHSDFDHVHGSDCVDGHC489FHJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i am literally SO OBSESSED you are such a talented writer and im so sorry once again for dumping all my thoughts in ur askbox especially when most are just incoherent but i have so many of them 😭 and this has been on my mind like all day lmao chewing on drywall actually<3333

okay first of all i LOVE HOW EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER IT'S SO INTERESTING all the little plotlines feed into the bigger ones,,,,,, th hive mind isn't toxic plot which means SHITT vecna isnt trying to kill them he's trying to do something Else WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT PLOT TWISTS AAAAAAA and the back-and-forth between dustin and robin, the reveal that vecna was trying to force someone out ("where's will?")CHILLS. THE CHILLS. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD it was so cool omgg omgomgomg. also max's storyline is literally INSANE i am SO INVESTED and i love how you've handled it so far i can't wait to see where you're gonna go with it!! <3 like. LIGHT. run the other way run to the light,,,, and the whole thing with TERRY is so genius it all makes so much sense but i never saw it coming and it was just SOOO SICK to see play out on the script i was on the edge of my damn seat the whole time you are literally SO TALENTED i am yelling sosososo loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

kind of continuing on from that i love all the references to past seasons :D the heart motif with lumax and byler has me in a chokehold btw grnjfrgnjfdjknnfjdgvknjkgfdjnkhehe!!!!!!! and the "you can leave, it's---" the rain is DEAFENING. will FLINCHES. THE RAIN SCENE??? also HELLOOOOOOO EMOTIONAL RAIN SCENE i think i can speak for all of us when i say im FLOOORED!!!!! gahhhhhh I CANT I ACTUALLY CANNOT YOURE AMAZING AND SO IS YOUR WRITING!!! plus the curiosity voyage WHO CHEERED :)

the. the byler quarry scene i. the lead up to it was INCREDIBLE and the gut punch sliding down walls head in hands heartwrenching 1000year brainrot is REAL because it has been my resting state since i read it when it dropped!!!!!! <3 basically my quick review is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and woag the slightly less quick review is also AAAAAokay no im kidding dont worry i have soo many thoughts head FULL girl i am so unwell over it "stay" THE CHEEK TOUCH THE HAND OVER HEART THE "i cant" and then it's TOO LATE.throwing up!!!!!THROWING UP and the jump and the running start and the rainstorm as a whole i am . I AM !!!!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOqhjwhjsdhjjhdjhdsjwjsdjhhjdhjehjwejhogufdoudfgjgdfjjwhdjhd dyinf a thousand deaths passing away rn

ANYWAYYY looking back on this i realize how long it is I AM SO SORRY JESUS😭😭😭 but yeah thats my roundabout way of letting you know that this rewrite and the s5 plot and scripts and fic and shoutout to the characterization which you NAILED it's absolutely EVERYTHINGGGG okay i promise im done now im so sorry like i said this got Way Unreasonably Long but thank you sosososo much for sharing this with us i hope you have a great rest of your day!! :D

this is the comment that made me cry at work btw so please never apologize for it being long😭😭 this was soooooo nice of you and it makes me so happy to know that all the work i put into these scripts is being recognized!!

one of the biggest challenges of this script has definitely been all the intersecting plot lines. i’ve never really attempted anything this expansive or complicated before, so there’s definitely a learning curve to it! i’m glad you’re enjoying it so far. & while i don’t think this plot twist is one of my best by any means, and honestly i wasn’t even thinking about it as a plot twist, i’m still glad you liked it! i really adore writing plot twists, and i love the feeling you get when reading something that has been so cleverly executed. it’s really the same feeling that i strive to emulate in all my fics!

i just said this in another ask, but i am SO psyched about max’s plot. i was really stuck on what to do with her, but i didn’t want to sideline her. pairing her up with terry was something that i never considered, but i literally had a revelation one night and was like oh my god that’s PERFECT!! & i haven’t seen anyone else do anything even moderately close, so i’m very excited to try something new.

i love a good reference!! parallels make my heart so happy. or so sad. depending on the circumstance. the rain fight one was a little bit evil, i’ll admit. the curiosity voyage was a lot more fun!

i was also unwell over the quarry scene. i literally cried writing it. i had to take multiple breaks. just ask suni i was SO unwell oh my god😭 so i’m right there with you.

again, please don’t apologize!!! this was incredibly kind of you, and it makes me so unbelievably happy to get comments on my script. this is an episode that i was insanely proud of, and i’m really happy that everyone has enjoyed it so much. thank you so much for all your kind words!!💗🫂

#script comments #asks #god this is so sweet what if i cried #again

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sohmiya · 1 year ago

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Omg, omg, happy birthday!! I think I’m late because of timezones, so I’m super sorry, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to send you a fun birthday related ask.

I hope you've been having/had the bestest day because you are an angel and you deserve only good things in the world — like hugs and smooches and ice cream — so l'm virtually sending you all of those <33

A is definitely giving you a bouquet of flowers 💐 and they'll happily split their food with you, they'll even crack a smile — multiple smiles. Ooo, I expect B to get you a record player and a vinyl of your favourite album, and because they lysm they’ll definitely have a cute gold necklace with an 'N' on it that they'll wear for the day. K would wholeheartedly ditch their regular attire and aesthetic and go for something stylish with a pop of colour like olive green, and they'll be all sweet and take you out and end up pulling you into a music store on the way. P would be a whole load of handwritten love notes, a picnic date, and a late night drive — one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping your thigh — you know, good shit. Shiloh and L are totally fighting for your attention all day, but Mei will always win in the end <3

I love you so much, Nikka <3 I created this tumblr and ifs in general just to write and share stuff, but the best thing by far of this whole experience has been creating and having a friendship with you, and I'm soo grateful for it <3

CRYING i just woke up and this is the first thing i see!!! thank you so much mila 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 and it’s okay omg don’t apologize

it is peak me energy to abuse my birthday powers and make a giggle as often as possible 🤭 and i’d tuck a tiny flower on their ear while we share a slice of cheesecake <3333 and PLEASEEEE i would 🥺 my way into getting b to recreate the necklace scene in chapter 9 with me 😭😭😭 also k in olive green….. 🫦 shdhsjsnsskksj but also k and i walking into a music store and they take a look at one of the guitars and i ask them to play something and they play a song they wrote for me 🥲 cries in single 💔 ALSO i just found out that june 23 is national pink day (so on brand for me lmao) so um….. is there any way i can get k to wear a pink sweater? 🫢 BUT GODJFHDKDKS P’S HAND ON MY THIGH WHILE THEY DRIVE SHEJDJWSJW THEY’RE FUCKING INSANE I JUST KNOW THEY’RE DOING THUMB RUBS TOO THEY’RE SO HOT i need p so baaaaad 😣😣 shiloh and l ehsjejskdjsksjsk but also me being a little shit and forcing them to work together in the kitchen with shiloh cooking for me and l baking me a cake and every few minutes i hear them grumbling and bickering 😭😭😭😭 but yesss you’re so right mei always wins. my best girl 🥰

MILA these hcs were so fun thank you again for making my day. i’m so grateful for our friendship too and i’m so so happy i met you 🥹 if community can be so toxic and draining sometimes but you’re one of the people that make it better. i love you so so much thank you again. i hope you’re sleeping now and that you wake up to an amazing weekend 🩷

#thank you for letting me have my y/n moments 😭#mila ✨#nikka answers

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jjenjoysthings · 10 months ago

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I WAS GIGGLING AND SMILING SO HARD READING THIS IT'S TOO CUTE

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings

oooo I love singing grams

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.” The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes,

is she just a friend?? (they're soulmates they just don't know it yet) him being embarrassed is so cute

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

AHHH THE BETS I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE, I gotta know every bet that has ever been made about these two and who usually wins

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip.

But you two are just friends. Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer. Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

THIS IS SO FUCKING RELATABLE the denial is strong i fear

Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable.

you could even say the hold she has on you is pure madness hehe

He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

this made me think of the song come inside of my heart by IV of spades

"I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!"

“Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?” You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to. In short, he’s fucked. "I always notice you."

AHHHH THE FEELS she's so relatable like hating valentines day and wishing you had what everyone else has omg she's just like me frfr, also the only person he'll surrender to???? oh he for sure is sooo fucked

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

this whole ending scene IS SOOO ROMANTIC AND SWEET the song choice, little will with his light powers UGH MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT, trouble being luke's Achilles hill is soooooo just perfect because they're soulmates duh but also ofc the person who makes you surrender before you even knew there was a fight is gonna be your weakness

thank you for feeding us with another amazing work as always jo mwah <3333

crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

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“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!”

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long.

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother.

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated?

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

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Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual.

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head.

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime.

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection.

Devotion.

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away.

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not.

But you two are just friends.

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin.

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience.

Fucking hustlers.

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The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin.

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.”

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.�� You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

“Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart.

“Thank you.”

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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taro-666 · 2 years ago

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Secret Santa Here 👋

Hey. I hope all is well, and thank you for your kind words from my last ask. Also, congratulations! I'm really happy to hear that you passed your exams. 🥰

I'm almost finished with your prompt and I've made a nice mood-board too. Well, three mood-boards actually. I need to choose one haha. I'm so excited for you to read what I've written, and truthfully, I'm a little nervous too as I want to capture exactly what you're looking for. I can only hope I have done that for you <3

(I'm really tempted to send you another ask with a little snippet 😏)

Anyways, since I'm almost finished with the story, I started laying out the post and saved it to my drafts, ready to upload on the 23rd (I got the dates wrong last time, lol.) However, I typed your blog name into said post and it wasn't coming up for me. :(

Would mind if I shoot you a direct message on the day and let you know that it's posted? I'll still tag you of course, but the tag may not come through, my love.

Thank you! ❤️

HELLO AGAIN MY FRIEND<3333

WAIT A MOOD BOARD TOO!??!? FOR ME??!!?? ASHSHFLSJFJ you are spoiling me 🥹🥹🥹 honestly I’m sure it’s going to be super AMAZING! Also yes of course you’re free to message me (:

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devilish-mirage · 2 years ago

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Summertime sadness

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockey x Fem!Reader

Tags; fluff, dorks in love, mutual pining, f/m/m/m, established relationship, major character death, angst, pregnancy, babies, still very much in love with each other

Summary; It's a lovely evening and Marc decided to reminisce about the past with you.

Word count; 3k

A/n; thank you beloved for the Spanish sentences <3333 @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

This fic is inspired by Lana's song with the same title.

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"Good evening, baby."

Marc put the flowers down next to you, smiling brightly as he basked in the sunlight.

"Just so you know, I've picked them up on my way here."

He laughed at his own sentence, taking his seat right next to you.

He took a deep breath, staring dreamily at you smiling figure, suddenly he opened his mouth to voice the passing thought, "Do you remember when we first met?"

He said, looking down at you with a soft smile. He could still see how bright your smiles are that day, the very first day he met you.

"You were saying?"

Your voice rang through the empty parking lot, Marc blinked his eyes in confusion as he stared at you.

A girl in her mid 20s, with those beautiful and charming eyes that were boring to his.

"What?"

"Hmm, I really thought that you're asking me out for another date. Was I wrong?"

He panicked, gulping down his saliva, "Marc! Marc! Bloody hell- Marc!" he flickered his eyes looking straight to the reflection on the car door where Steven was frantically trying to grab his attention.

"Finally," his alter breathe, his expression changed into a soft one, "ask her out." he said.

Marc was conflicted, he knew this girl, he also maybe have a slight crush on her but openly flirting isn't really his forte, one might think that he's the confident and ladies man of the two but boy oh boy were they wrong.

"I, uh,"

You waited patiently for him, smiling sweetly as he stuttered his words to you.

"Can I take you out again?"

He looked up, his chocolate colored eyes bored into yours with such nervousness pooled in them, you bit your lower lip in attempt to conceal the smile that's forming on your face.

He's adorable, he really is. You couldn't wrapped your head around why he's so attractive to you but you're not one to complain for a good time so you've accepted it.

Than that thing leads to another row of dates where Marc and Steven tried to woo you to their best abilities, it was amazing, those dates were best time you've ever had in your life.

With just you and him- well, his alter too of course but you didn't knew that yet.

Until one day, you saw your boyfriend at a local bar, sitting alone with his back slumped and he's wearing a combination of outfit that you've never seen he wore before.

Why is he unironically dressed like a taxi driver on their day off?

So you decided to approach him but to your surprise he's not your boyfriend, he's not your Steven.

And sure enough, your relationship has been a bumpy ride since then, imagined just figuring out that your boyfriend of 3 months has a DID and he didn't even bother to tell you?

But the longer you tried with every tear, every skipped heartbeat, the passion and the pain, it's all worth it. They are all worth it. You eventually grew to love each of them equally as the time pass by.

"Are you guys sure I look good?"

"You look handsome, hermano." (Brother)

"We look the same but yes, you look good, Marc."

"I don't need your sassy tone right now, Steven"

Marc threw a glare at his alter before fixing the tie that was wrapped on his neck once again, no matter how many times he had undo it, it doesn't look that good in his eyes, he wanted everything to look perfect for this special evening. He had planned this for years, he couldn't mess this up, no.

Steven softly smiled at Marc,"It's alright," he's also nervous but Marc looked worse than him, "you'll do well, I'm sure." he said, mainly to calm down Marc but he did try to craved those words into his own mind so that he would also calm down a little.

"estoy seguro que lo haremos bien, ahora levanta tu trasero." (I'm sure we'll all do great, now get your ass up.)

Jake's voice snapped Marc out of his trance. Yes, of course, he could do this.

Marc nodded his head, looking at the jewelry box before he opened them, there it was, the diamond ring he had been put to the side because he wasn't sure when is the right moment but he couldn't wait anymore, he have to do this, he wanted to.

He took a deep breath and opened the door and was immediately greeted by you, you were wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, he's sure it's like that because you're the one who wore it but still, "you took longer than I do." The teasing in your smile and voice is evident that he couldn't help but laughed softly, "I'm sorry, let's go?" You nodded, making your way to him and linked your arms around his. "Let's go, baby."

You sigh, walking in front of him with his suit wrapped around your body. You smiled at the stars above, they were shining so bright, even brighter than they usually do and is it just you or the moon also looked closer tonight?

Marc gulped, he nervously gripped the ring box inside his pocket, he took a deep breath. He could do this right? He practice way too hard for this, he could do it, yeah. Of course he could.

He kept repeating the sentence inside his mind, he make his way towards you slowly, you were still so focused on staring at the sky to notice that he's on his knees for you.

"Why are you kneeling down?"

The moon god suddenly said, looming at his avatar's figure before his avatar glared at him. "Move." The moon god didn't budge. Khonshu didn't understood the concept of his avatar kneeling down to anyone except him.

Marc could feel the vein popping in annoyance, "Khonshu, I swear-"

"Marc?"

He was startled when you crouched and met his height, looking at him with those innocent eyes and a smile plastered on your face before you look down to the ground.

"What? Did you found a treasure down there or something?"

Suddenly the deity infront of him didn't matter, only you, him and the lone box inside his pocket.

"Hm?"

You looked up and met his eyes, those same very eyes that you grew to love and can't life without.

"Do you know that I love you?"

You raised one of your eyebrow at him, smiling at the question, "it's pretty obvious really, you're smitten."

He nodded his head, laughing slightly at your answer before pulling the box from his pocket, you tilted your head in response.

He softly smiled at your reaction when you suddenly looked up and that panicked expression painted your face.

You couldn't believe it, is this truly happening right now? You pinched yourself on your cheeks, hard. You winched at the pain it caused, Marc only stared at you, drinking your expression with a soft smile before he was forced out by someone.

"te casarías conmigo?" (Marry me?)

Jake's voice rang clear, breaking the silence that resided between you and Marc earlier.

Marc and Steven stared at their alter from the car's reflection in disbelief, "Traitor! You fucking-!"

"Jake! We were supposed to go in order!"

You were speechless, you've imagined this scenario over and over in your head and you didn't knew that it'll come so soon.

You couldn't even trusted your own voice, you only nodded your head eagerly at the man in front of you with a wide smile, you didn't even realized that the tears has fallen from your eyes.

A hand wiped your tears away, frowning slightly as he stare at your face, you tried to laughed it out but it just wouldn't stop. You couldn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, love."

You gripped his hand, nodding your head and smiled the tears still falling from your eyes, "I love you, I love you so much. I love you more than my Egyptian books that I have pilled up-"

You laughed, sniffing as you close the distance and kissed his lips messily.

You pulled back and planted your foreheads together, he softly whispered the words he's been practicing hard to you, "May I have the honor of being your husband?"

You hummed, leaning to kiss him again. "Yes," a kiss, "you," another kiss, "may." and another soon followed, he giggled at your response, kissing you lovingly before opening his eyes once more.

You knew that stare, you knew who's eyes are those, you stare at him lovingly, "you asked me if I've found a treasure earlier, right?"

You sniffed, "Y-yeah." letting your boyfriend wiped the remaining tears yet again from your face.

He smiled softly at you, "I'm looking at it right now," leaning closer as his eyes gazed lovingly into your own, "you're our treasure, y/n." He continued with a soft whisper.

"I don't know what I'll do without you and I don't even want to imagined that, so... " your breath hitched as he opened the jewelry box, it was the most beautiful diamond ring you've ever set your eyes upon. "Marry me," feeling the tears welled once up again, "Marry me and never leave my side.

I promise I'll make you the happiest woman alive if you give me the chance."

"Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!"

You bawled your eyes again not knowing that Steven and Jake were scolding Marc in their shared headspace.

"Now, look at what you did, Marc!"

"Mierda, Marc!" (shit)

You blankly stare at the plastic in front of you, biting your lips hard as you waited for the results to appear.

Once it showed, you quickly stumbled outside, accidentally slamming the bathroom door, making your husbands came running straight at you.

"Mi cielo!" (My heaven)

"What happened?!"

"Are you alright?!"

They kept fronting back and forth and it's honestly quite funny on how they all have different expressions and accents.

You shook your head and showed them the test pact results, smiling brightly.

They froze, looking at the double strips in silence, you tilted your head, you couldn't see their expression and you could felt the anxiety seeping through your bones with each passing seconds, did you read them wrong? Did they not want a child? Did they regret it? What are they-

Suddenly you were swept off your feet and they spin you around, laughing loudly.

"I'm gonna be a father!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Well, now you're not gonna be the only one who calls me Daddy, huh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, the smile was evident on both of your faces.

Screams and shouts were the only thing that was heard from the operating room, your voice was the loudest compared to them all, your hand gripped your husband's tightly, clawing them as you tried to push the baby out of you.

Marc winced, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. The pain didn't bother him but the way your voice and pained expression did, it made him felt horrible.

He silently and desperately prayed, prayed for your and your baby safety. He felt you held his hand tighter, "it's alright, baby. You're doing an amazing job, you're wonderful." Marc said, smiling softly as you closed your eyes before pushing again.

You tried your hardest and he knew, he could felt his heartbeat quickened with every push that you made.

It pains him to see you like this, he doesn't want you to go through this. If he could he'll gladly took the pain away, he'd rather suffer and take all the pain away rather than for you to experience this.

"Hey, love. You'll be just fine."

Steven frontend, brushing your hair out of your face softly, he softly smiled at you in attempt to reassure you.

"Breath, I'm here, we're here with you."

You nodded your head at him, taking another deep breath as you tried to push again. You can do it, you have too. You said to yourself.

"You're almost there, keep going!"

The doctor shout and that has given you a newfound motivation, you felt the grip on your hand became tighter.

Jake frontend next, the doctors in the room already said that your baby head is already out but you've already looked so worned out.

"You're doing great, mi ceilo." (My heaven)

You gasped, feeling yourself being spilt in two. You screamed in agony, you don't think- you couldn't, no, you couldn't give up now, you flickered your eyes to your husband, you can't even recognized who's fronting right now but the pain in his eyes and your lower half is too much for you to handle by yourself.

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay strong for all of you but he knew deep down his nightmare would came true.

"no te haré pasar por esto otra vez, lo siento." (I'm not putting you through this again, I'm sorry)

And then you both heard it, the obnoxiously loud sound of a baby crying. You sighed in bliss and let yourself sink into the mattress, you felt like shit, you felt sticky and you could barely opened your eyes but you did managed to caught a glimpse of your baby before the doctors handed them to your husband.

Steven smiled proudly, looking at his daughter in awe, "she's perfect," he said just barely above whispers as if he's afraid that the little bundle of joy in his arms would be frightened.

"She looked exactly like you."

"I'm sure she'll be a trouble maker."

"She'll also be a heart breaker, look at her. As pretty as an angel."

You let out a weak laugh at their banter, taking another deep breath as you felt like the room is moving, your visions starting to get blurry.

"Can I please hold her?"

Your husband nodded his head, smiling softly as he carefully place your daughter in your arms.

"Hey, little girl. You're so pretty."

You whispered at her, you used your finger to poke and caress her small cheeks and she smiled in response.

You felt your heart melt and Marc's too as he stare at the sight.

He's so blessed.

You looked up at him and tried to scoot over to make room, you tilted your head to the side, silently asking him to lay next to you.

He looked around, the doctors were already out and they did say he could spend some alone time with you.

He giddily smile and lay down, carefully placing your head on his chest as he cradle you closer and looked down at your baby.

"I love you,"

"I love you more, baby."

He thanked the God above for giving him this chance, a chance to be happy with you and his alters but now he have one more bundle of joy to take care off.

But the smile on his face left as soon as it came once he realized the light in your eyes started to dim down.

He quickly leaned closer and kissed your forehead, murmuring the words into your skin.

"Hey, hey, just- just stay awake for me?"

He leaned back, staring at your calm and contempt face in panic, he could felt your heartbeat getting slower and weaker.

No, no, no! Please, please don't do this to him. Not you, anything but you!

He felt the cold touch of your hand on his cheek, smiling weakly at him, "You should smile, they suit you better."

He gripped your arm, desperately trying to held the tears from falling down his face.

"Nothing could suit me more than you do, love."

You laughed at Steven's word, winching as you felt the pain coming through.

"I-is that a promise?"

Jake nodded his head, "Es una promesa, mi amor." (It's a promise, my love)

You sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Can I sleep for a bit? I'm so sleepy." you could felt he tightened his grip on your body as the words left your mouth, his breath hitched.

"Yes, yes, you can."

"Right, I'll see you in a bit."

He choked a sob, he couldn't keep it in anymore, the tears are already falling from his eyes, wetting his cheeks.

"I'll see you in a bit, baby."

And with that you closed your eyes, Jake couldn't take it anymore so he broke down, holding the baby closed to his heart. He made a vow that day, to make sure that his angel would be safe and sound and he wouldn't let the world hurt her, whatever it takes.

"Daddy?"

He blinked his eyes and flickered his gaze to the girl in front of him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking on how beautiful mommy looked right now,"

He quickly wiped his tears away, laughing slightly to hide them.

"The wind is really naughty, they blew dust into daddy's eyes!"

The girl smiled brighly at him, those were the same smile as yours. They're identical. He softly smiled, handing her his phone, where it showed your picture.

She gasped, "She really is beautiful, daddy!" giggling, looking at the pictures and him back to back.

"Wow, I look like her!"

Marc nodded his head, brushing his daughter's hair behind her ears.

"You really do."

"Does that means I'm as pretty as mommy!"

"You're as pretty as mommy, maybe even prettier." She gasped, giggling loudly as she hugged her father.

Steven frontend for a moment and hugged their daughter tight, he missed hugging you, they all missed you.

He flickered his gaze to your grave with a small smile.

"I think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky." he said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fell as he stared at your tombstone with you daughter wrapped tightly in his arms.

His breath are shaky as he tried to tear his eyes away from your picture on his phone, he took another glance at your tombstone before forcing himself to stood up.

"We have to go now," Jake said, the words were heavy on his chest, your daughter nodded her head and held his hand tightly as they walked away but then she ran back to your grave, putting a single flower that she picked down and smile brightly.

"I miss mommy too but don't worry, I'll protect daddy!"

He almost broke down at the sight, "we're so lucky to have you." he said as he kissed your daughter's forehead.

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 2 years ago

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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY @zu-is-here!!!!

i can't believe i missed your b-day again!! i had to make you something this year and so why not draw the bean the legend, the sweetest baby ever as a gift!!! >:Dc

thank you so much for all of your sweet words and making your blog one of the most comforting places to be at!! hope you're having an amazing day<3333

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Brrrrr

HELI ANON REPORTING TO- duty-?

H i i ii i

I may or may not be addicted to your writing and its on yu 😤

Down to business 👹

Crocman's wife walking into the living room to see what the father son duo is up to bc it was too quiet

She walked in to see a crocodile who fell asleep holding their son who was fully awake while also holding a storybook

W e l l his son was doodling on his father's face like an artist 😌

I like it picasso 💪

And then much later when reader returned with a camera,

Their son was asleep holding uncapped marker pen with some smudges on his face

After reader left them be, when she passed by again

She saw crocodile awake and obliviously drawing on their sons face unaware of the doodles on his own face

So precious 🥺

you can add much more or yes like usual

Enjoy your day officer 💪💪💪💪

hello my dear helicopter anon! you dont understand how excited i get when you request, literally my favorite writings to do ngl. AND BRO THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD! literally my sister and i were just adoring this idea the moment you sent it! thank you so much for making this series my thing on this account and bro, if you have any baby names for croc's son, let me know because i cant think lol. thanks so much!!! <3333

Croc as a father part 5!!!

Pairing - Crocodile x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 649

Notes - (image below not mine) thank you so much again! i seriously love all of your ideas, you are so creative and amazing! i hope you have a super day and enjoy this as much as i do!!! stay hydrated helicopter anon!! <3

And don’t forget REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! So, if you want to request any writing, don’t hesitate to ask. Please read my pinned post before requesting though. Have a good day/night and please stay hydrated!! <333

“Darling,” you began flipping through some mail, finding quite a few letters addressed to your husband. “You have a couple letters in the mail. Did you want me to put them on your-”

You paused as you stepped into the living room to find your husband fast asleep and your son wide awake on his lap. Usually, you would think nothing of this but a wholesome moment. What really made you pause were the drawings on Crocodile’s face that were made by your son. There was a drawing of Mihawk and Buggy, a drawing of you, and a drawing of one of the banana gators. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You knew you should be getting onto your son, but you just couldn't help it.

“Mamma!” Your child giggled and put his arms up for a hug.

You walked over trying not to giggle at the picture book open on your husband’s large chest, and hugged your son. “Shush baby,” you whispered, placing a kiss onto his forehead. “Daddy’s sleeping.”

Your son giggled and crawled back onto his father’s chest, handing you the picture book that he didn't need anymore.

“Are you gonna stay with daddy, bubba?” You put the book back in its proper cubby and he nodded, laying on his dad’s chest.

“Mhm. Daddy’s warm when he sleeps.” He sleepily lifted up the marker in his hand and drew a small smiley face on Crocodile’s face. You decided it would be best to leave them be for now so you could get some work done around the house.

It wasn't long before your chores led you to the living room where you found your son now fast asleep on his father. His face was pressed to Crocodile’s big chest while Crocodile softly snored, his son drooling on his bare chest.

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You looked around the house, satisfied with your work.

Damn you were good.

The house was squeaky clean and there wasn't a child up and running about to mess it up. You definitely deserved a treat after that.

You grabbed yourself the nearest chocolate bar and realized that it had been a while since you checked up on the boys.

You went to step into the living room, but quickly stepped out, peeking back in to find Crocodile giggling to himself and drawing all over his son’s face with the washable marker that your son had used prior to draw on Crocodile’s face.

You giggled and stepped in the room, eating away at your chocolate bar. “Good morning, darling.” You pressed a kiss onto Crocodile’s lips and he chuckled, pointing at the smiley face he drew on his son’s face.

“Morning. I just saw this marker and it seems to be safe on skin, so I thought it would be funny.”

You laughed and sat on the floor next to the couch. “I would hope it's safe for skin. You should see your face, dear.”

Crocodile froze. “What?”

You giggled and ran out of the room to the bathroom where you found a handheld mirror. You ran back to the living room and showed your husband his face and he couldn't help but burst into laughter, startling your son awake in the process.

Your son just giggled and hit Crocodile’s big chest, making a soft boom sound. “Dada! You woke me up!”

“Sorry buddy.” Crocodile placed a small kiss on his son’s forehead. “Let's go wash this marker off, huh?”

“Yeah dada! You look funny.” Your son giggled and Crocodile stood up, helping you off of the floor as well.

“You look funny too, kiddo.”

You showed your son the mirror and he burst out laughing just like his dad. You slicked back his jet black hair. There was no mistaking that that was Crocodile’s son.

The two of them giggled all the way to the bathroom leaving you smiling and satisfied with your day.

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walkiingcandle · 2 years ago

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Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)

YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U

I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭

ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!

Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader

🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯

Otis Driftwood 🍂

Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!

He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !

he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)

He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!

He makes you spooky theme art!

The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all

that's until you have a heatstroke

he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.

you and him will makes costumes together :)

10/10

Baby Firefly 🍁

Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)

Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!

she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!

you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)

now for the outfits,,

she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)

defo more concerned than otis

the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3

11/10 love her fr

Bubba Sawyer 🎃

sweet boy

I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum

so when you came along?

and you loved Halloween?

bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(

he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)

he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!

he l o v e s helping you bake treats

his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))

he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!

will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!

10/10 love him sm

Thomas Hewitt 🔪

Another supportive slasher!!

he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!

The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!

Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)

he is happy if you're happy

loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts

loves making you things in general

in his free time he helps you bake

his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3

he loves watching old Halloween films with you

would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat

water and cool rag on hand 24/!

12/10 I love love love love love him<3333

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)

but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)

definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around

I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(

he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!

he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!

his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!

Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!

he wears the same thing like sigh

if it doesn't

he may get worried

even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄

9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)

Bo Sinclair 🕸

he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do

it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it

would not help you make decor or sweets

would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)

his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!

he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station

he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo

he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him

7/10 for not making treats and decor:(

Tiffany Valentine 🕷

she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.

will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!

she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage

her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)

she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !

she dont really care about the fall clothes !

it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!

11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3

I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰

#bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #slasher community #slashers #vincent sinclair #slasher #slasher imagines #thomas hewitt #tiffany valentine #chucky #horror #bubba sawyer #otis driftwood #baby firefly #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #Vincent sinclair

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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Hiii, could i have a request for how the gang members would react to meeting a historian or explorer in the wild?? thank you! I love your blogs sm!!

anon ily <3333 i went wayy overboard with these but i regret nothing bc this was soo cute and fun to write. I hope u enjoy and i made it gn for everyone. I only did the VDL boys for this but if enough ppl like it i might do the girls with something similar idk yet?

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch first laid eyes on you when you were hanging off the edge of a cliff after slipping when you got too close to the edge. He immediately ran over to you, helping you off the cliff and getting you settled back on your feet.

He seemed genuinely concerned and agreed to help you safely record the rock carving that was on the side of the cliff face, keeping you from falling.

You were a historian and had been studying these mysterious rock carvings after meeting an equally mysterious man, Francis Sinclair.

You didn’t see much of Dutch Van Der Linde after that until you ran into him again in Saint Denis in the saloon. He remembered who you were instantly and started up a conversation about your work where you chatted away for hours.

You became very close after that and he often accompanied you to Museums and fancy fundraisers that you were invited to.

He’d always get dressed up and complimented your finer outfits which was such a difference to the field gear you’d have on. You’d spend all night chatting away over nice champagne and dancing together before actually engaging with other guests but you didn’t have a care in the world with Dutch in your life.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur finds you standing in the middle of a field, flipping over rocks and staring numbly at what appeared to be a map in your hands.

When he approached you he soon learnt you were a young amateur explorer about to get your big break with a treasure hunt but you couldn’t find the gold bars for the life of you.

Arthur gave you a heart warming smile and held up a gold bar after retrieving it from his satchel having felt a little bad that he’d discovered it not a week before you.

The two of you laughed about it, calling yourself a fool for trying to find it for so long when it was clearly missing— the thought that someone took it clearly never crossed your mind.

Arthur was always a gentleman however and promised to make it up to you. After taking you to dinner and getting to know him better, you spent the next few days camping out and finding a new treasure together.

You travelled through caves and through valleys of flowers to find this treasure. Sometimes it was so beautiful that the two of you just stopped by a stream to let your horses rest and enjoy the scenery.

When you finally found the treasure you gave Arthur a big hug in excitement which caught him by surprised but he happily returned. He let you keep the treasure and wished you luck with more exploring but of course that wasn’t the last time you saw Arthur again.

Charles Smith

Charles meets you one day while you’re out surveying wildlife. You specialised in conservation, wanting to study and protect animal species.

Fresh out of the university from Saint Denis you’d been dying to get out of the confining city and explore the heartlands. That’s where a kind gentleman named Charles Smith had offered to protect you and show you around the herds of bison you’d taken to studying.

You spent days together riding the over the hills and following the herd as they travelled. While you were Charles told you all about his family and the respect and love they have for the beautiful creatures.

It was amazing the array of knowledge Charles knew about bison and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he told you about the characteristics of the bison. You rushed to take notes in your journal, knowing that all that he told you would help you study and protect these animals.

“Do you think it’ll actually do any good? The work you’re doing?”

“One can only hope Mr.Smith but I will do everything in my ability to protect such beautiful creatures.”

Even when you had to return to the city for study you constantly wrote to Charles, staying in touch and keeping him updated with all your work. It was hard to say goodbye to someone you’d grown close to but you made regular visits to each other long after that.

John Marston

You first found John in the saloon after a long day at work, in desperate need of a drink. Being a zoologist you instantly noticed the scars on his face and would’ve guessed a wolf was the animal that caused the damage.

The two of you instantly started up a conversation and shared all kinds of stories. He told you about being up on the mountain while you showed him the scar on your arm from your run in with a cougar.

You were collecting a compendium of all the animals across the heartlands and during the months you worked on it, you ran into John more than once.

He was always curious about your work and you often spent time together in the afternoon sun, showing him the animals you’d found so far.

“What about the stray dogs in town or do you only deal with cougars and wolves?”

“Well they’re animals too aren’t they not?”

Even though you couldn’t see John all the time, he often came along with you to see the wildlife and covered you when you were around particularly dangerous animals and you enjoyed every second you had with him.

Micah Bell

When Micah met you he had absolutely no idea what you were on about. In his mind the whole idea of a palaeontologist is ridiculous and made up, much less the fact that you chose to read books and study in your spare time.

At first he doesn’t do anything but mock your work but after running into you time and time again he finally started to come around.

He grew more and more curious when he saw the drawings in your sketch books of dinosaurs and even more so when he laid eyes on the fossils. But knowing Micah, he’s still incredibly stubborn.

“Ain’t no way that thing is real.”

“One needs an open mind to comprehend what’s prehistoric Mr.Bell. It requires a certain practice.”

Every so often on your work you’d run into Micah who’d be riding around on his horse, just passing by. By now you’d consider him a friend and your face lit up as he pulled a small ammonite fossil from his bag.

It wasn’t really your area of expertise but you could tell he wanted to impress you and seemed almost nervous as you examined the fossil. Nonetheless you could tell it was real and you let him keep the small fossil as a reminder of you until the next time you saw him.

Javier Escuella

Javier meets you when you’re down my the docks, trying to capture the sunlight and noticed him fishing.

Not wanting to disturb him you kept out of his hair until you heard him cheer loudly at a catch he managed to pull in. In your particular interest in animals, you couldn’t help but ask if you could take a photo of the fish he’d caught.

From then on the two of you became friends, often running into each other as you tried to capture landscapes and wildlife.

You’d always spend the day together and you’d show him how to use a camera while he showed you how to fish and play the guitar.

When you spent time apart you’d often write to each other to fill the gap. You’d always send pictures with little writing on the back of them while he sent you poems and songs that he wrote for you, promising to play them for you next time you’d meet.

In your personal journal you have the first picture you ever took of Javier, kept safe between the pages. He’s standing along the docks, facing the away from the water as he holds up a large sturgeon and a large smile.

You and Javier always stay in touch and after he told you of his chaotic and dangerous time in guarma he made light of it by telling you about all the different wildlife he saw while he was there.

Bill Williamson

Bill stumbles upon you in the wild by accident. He’s out scouting a lead when he ended up getting lost through the shrubbery and found you examining flowers closely.

When you told him you were a botanist he looked as if you’d just spoken a different language to him because he didn’t have a clue as to what that meant. Bill always made you laugh fondly at the confused look when you told him all the scientific names of flowers.

In Bill’s mind, a flower was a flower. There was purple flowers and blue flowers and even red ones but they didn’t have their own names.

The next time Bill ran into you he brought you what he thought was a bouquet of white flowers. Instead they were actually a species of weed that was poisonous when eaten but it didn’t stop you from smiling and hugging him which was the intended purpose.

In light of that incident Bill was actually curious about some plants, trying to learn about them more. When Bill went exploring with you he pointed out some of his favourites and you picked a few to put them in the brim of his hat for him to take him back to camp.

When you run into him again Bill tries to give you another flower, this time actually understanding the plant he’d picked was a Vanilla Flower Orchid or the Vanilla planifolia but he never learnt how to pronounce it unlike you.

With a high blush Bill placed the flower behind your ear and you pulled him into a hug, being careful not to crush the beautiful flower.

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