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A promise softly sung
Astarion x f!Reader/Tav
Summary: before the battle that will decide his fate, Astarion is terrified of losing you to Cazador. you comfort him after a nightmare. (set at the beginning of act 3)
Tags: hurt/comfort, BIG angst and some fluff, poor boy doesn't believe he's deserving of love :( let's hold him until he changes his mind
Warnings: mentions of trauma, self-deprecating thoughts, memories of past abuse and torture, c*zador, being unable to move (briefly), tadpoles mention (idk if that's a trigger)
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: hiiiiiiiii my darlings <33 soo this is something else from what i usually write but i finished bg3 recently and i LOVED IT but i'm on a trip rn so in the absence of my pc i found some inner inspiration to write something again. honestly i missed writing very much but i had the biggest block for almost a year now but maybe it'll get better now that my classes are starting again and i'll be needing a distraction lmao. anyway comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and don't be shy to send in a request! and as always, happy reading!!! <3
He was there again.
Astarion loathed those hard, stone walls as much as he feared them. It was here that he once spent an entire night, having infernal script meticulously carved into his skin. It was here that he was punished every time he disappointed his master, every time he didnât do well enough on his mission. It was here that he was reminded time and time again how worthless, pathetic and meaningless his existence was. It was here he returned in almost all of his nightmares.
But now you were here, too.
Astarion couldnât believe this, but no matter how much he blinked or willed himself to wake up, the view before his eyes didnât change. It was you, chained by the wrists to the ceiling where he was hanging so many times before, your toes just barely scraping the ground that was already splattered with your blood. Your clothes were ripped to shreds and cuts and bruises covered almost every inch of your skin. Astarion wanted to run up to you, to get you somewhere safe and far away from this place, but he found that he was unable to move. It wasnât shock seizing up his limbs, but magical paralysis which he had experienced a couple of times during combat. Even though he knew it was a spell that was holding him in place, he still fought against it with all the strength he could muster â but to no avail.
Your eyes, full of tears and fear, met his briefly before you looked past him at someone else.
âAh, my sweet, insolent boy,â whispered a voice straight from Astarionâs deepest, darkest nightmares, causing him to tense up in terror. A hand â pale, all too familiar in its deceptive tenderness â brushed his jaw from behind before grabbing his hair roughly. The vampire spawn could do nothing but watch as his head was tilted back and he came face to face with his master.
No, it canât be⌠How was Cazador here? How were you here?!
âYouâve been a very bad boy, Astarion,â Cazador tutted, shaking his head. âRunning away like that, not returning home for months⌠Itâs no way to treat family, isnât it?â Astarion felt a sharp sting of his masterâs quarterstaff at his back, digging into the scars made by the same hand, but he couldnât move, couldnât even scream. âBut Iâll forgive you⌠eventually. After all, you brought me this delectable treatâŚâ
Both him and Cazador looked up at you when Astarion realized what â or rather, who â that bastard was talking about. He tried shaking his head, tried begging for him not to hurt you, but he still couldnât move, his voice was still stuck past his throat and no word or sound came out. In the meantime, Cazador stood up, walking around his spawn to stand in front of you.
âHis own survival was always the most important thing to him,â Cazador said almost pitifully, and only after a moment Astarion realized that this time, he was speaking to you. âHeâs a selfish, contemptuous creature, after all. Say, did he tell you he loved you before he lured you here like so many others before you? Did he lie, swearing how much you mean to him?â
âYes, he⌠he did.â
Astarion prayed to any higher being that it was just the power of another spell compelling you to say that, and not what you were really thinking. He tried to struggle against his own magical restraints, but whatever scroll or verbal command was used, it was far too powerful for the vampire to beat it with sheer willpower alone. He was helpless again â but worse than that, he was forced to watch you being at Cazadorâs mercy, too, all while he couldnât do anything to save you.
âI honestly didnât think poor Astarion had it in him,â Cazador continued calmly, gliding gracefully around you and disappearing behind your back. Your own eyes, now full of hurt and betrayal, were trained on Astarionâs. He couldnât turn away, but in the corner of his vision the elf saw a flash of a blade against your bare skin. âTo give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like him⌠But Iâm so very proud of you, sweetling.â Cazador looked at him over your shoulder and licked his lips, so, so dangerously close to your neck. âYouâll live to serve me for centuries to come, and you can watch your lover take your place in my ritual⌠You did well, Astarion.â
No, Astarion cried in the prison of his own body, unable to reach you or to even stop Cazador from spilling lies into your ears. Not her, no, no, pleaseâ
âNo!â
Cazador smiled widely and sank his teeth into your fragile neck, and you screamed, still looking at Astarion with this horrible hatred in your eyesâŚ
âNo, no, please! Take me, please, just donâtââ
âMy love, itâs alright, youâre safeâŚâ
âStop! Please, justâ!â
His body suddenly jerked painfully and his eyes shot open, darting around in confusion and trying to figure out where he was. Astarion wasnât feeling the cold frigid air of the kennels anymore â instead his skin was almost hot, and damp from sweat, but there was something smooth and soft under his back⌠the sheets. He was in a bed, at an inn. Still panting heavily, he looked around, noting the details in his surroundings: the crooked chandelier, a little window with curtains drawn shut, his shirt hung neatly over the back of the chair⌠and your shoes right next to it.
At the memory of your battered and tortured body in Cazadorâs dungeon, Astarion shot up with a belated sob, almost knocking you over in the process. Only when your warm hand left his cheek did he notice your presence. You were kneeling next to him on the mattress, expression worried and sorrowful, with the last traces of sleep just leaving the edge of your vision. His red eyes scanned your body, but there were no bruises, no cuts made by Cazadorâs wretched blade, no burns on your wrists from the manacles he saw you in mere moments ago.
And there was no hatred in your gaze. Only love and care he didnât deserve.
Astarionâs eyes filled with tears, but before he could run out of the room or hide under the bed, you opened your arms, gently offering him the solace within. And he, being the selfish, contemptuous creature that he was, didnât deny himself what he wasnât worthy of.
âItâs okay,â you whispered, petting his hair softly, while the other hand was â as always â mindful of the scars on his back. âIt was a dream, my love. Youâre safe here with us.â
His body shook with quiet sobs as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin and your blood singing to him just beneath. He saw again before his eyes the way Cazador looked at him before he bit you, right in this place he was now so close toâŚ
To give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like himâŚ
âIâm sorry,â Astarion choked out, finding his voice at last, which made you pause in your ministrations. âIâm so sorry f-for not doing anything⌠HeâŚâ
You were quiet for a couple of seconds, but then Astarion felt the most tender touch of your lips on the crown of his head, and he buried his face more into your chest.
âIâm here, darling,â you whispered. âWhatever you saw, it wasnât real.â
He didnât answer, instead lifting his arm and tentatively brushing his fingers just underneath your shirt. He didnât feel any scars mirroring his own, but could still see the blood flowing from your back and down your legs, could still hear your painful scream⌠It brought fresh tears to his eyes again.
âI⌠I swear, I would never do that,â he attempted to explain himself, but his words came out in a pathetic sob, and he shook his head again, curling in on himself. âHeâ he was lying. Iâd neverâŚâ
A fresh wave of tears wetted your shirt, but you didnât seem to mind as you gently rocked him back and forth, cradling him safe in your arms. Old Astarion would probably scoff at the condescending action of being treated like an infant, but he knew better now. He still found it difficult, but with you at his side he was learning what true care and affection looked like, and how to accept it. You were always so patient with him, so gentle, never rushing or angry when he couldnât give you the closeness and intimacy you deserved. Astarion loved that about you â even if he wasnât ready to say it out loud just yet.
âMy starâŚâ you hesitated, but ultimately asked, âwhat did you dream about?â
The vampire took a shaky breath, unable to open his eyes or speak about what he saw. Instead, he called on the tadpole in his brain and nudged your mind with it, wordlessly asking for permission, which you immediately granted. There was at least one thing the tadpole was good for, he thought as you lived through the nightmare his weak, broken mind had conjured. If by the godsâ grace all of them managed to get rid of the tadpoles and survive this whole ordeal⌠and if by some miracle you still wanted to stay with him after all was done⌠Astarion knew he would have to learn how to communicate his feelings on his own. But not tonight. Not tonight.
You didnât say anything for a long while, only continuing to hold him close to your chest. In this position he could hear the soothing beat of your heart, proving that he didnât lead you to Cazador, that he didnât turn you into a monster like himâŚ
âWeâre gonna kill him,â you finally said with your throat tight from emotions. âI promise you, as soon as we get to the Baldurâs Gate, weâll find him and end him for good.â
Astarion knew what he should say â he should agree, or maybe jest that this is the most romantic thing youâve ever said, or even argue that itâs not going to be that easy.
But all he could do right now was to continue clinging to you like a child, too afraid to face you.
âIâd never give you away,â he breathed, so quietly that he wasnât sure you heard it, but he didnât care. âEven if I had to suffer another two hundred years. Iâd neverââ
âI know, my darling,â you whispered back, and Astarion felt your own tears disappearing in his white locks. He still couldnât believe why someone like you would waste your tears on him of all people, and it caused a new kind of pain to bloom in his chest. âAnd youâre not those things he told you. Youâre⌠youâre everything to me, Astarion. Everything.â
Astarion wondered if heâd ever believe that. You proved to him time and time again that you can make anything possible, even change the worldview of someone like him⌠but with Cazadorâs threat still looming, he didnât have it in him to try and convince himself of your words.
Maybe after the bastard's dead, he concluded. Maybe then itâll get easier and he can finally start becoming someone deserving of you.
You stirred slightly, breaking him out of his musings. Astarion hugged you tighter, sharply stopping you from moving away.
âPlease. Donât go.â
You just leaned back on the pillow and kissed his head gently again. Astarion felt the tension in his body melting away just a little, but the tears welled up again in his eyes.
âI wonât. Promise.â
And you kept your promise. Astarion didnât fall asleep again, but your constant heartbeat under his cheek brought him some semblance of peace as he waited for the sun to rise. It didnât feel right to let you care for him so much, to gift and envelop him with your love that he didnât deserve⌠But itâd be even more wrong to take that choice away from you. He knew all about that, after all, and he'll be damned if he ever treats you the way he was treated.
So Astarion decided that he will let you love him and he will love you in return, for as long as you allow it.
Because, truth be told, he was nothing if not a selfish, contemptuous creature.
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uhm so am i allowed to request again (i donât wanna spam) đđđ
and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (iâm totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)
so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and itâs a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself âwhy did i have to fall inlove with someone that wonât ever choose meâ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says âbecause your the one i really wantâ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests đź)
thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!
hi guys! iâm so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and iâve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT
i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why iâve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. iâve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. iâve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. iâm currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things iâve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!
in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^
âI donât think I could stand to be where you donât see me.â
If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks heâll go insane.
Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. Youâre his best friend, his partner in crime, his-
Never mind.
Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and itâs driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.
âI give up! All boys are dumb, I donât need them!â You lament, resting your chin in your hands. Itâs the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesnât know. Heâd be a classical lover, heâd never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.
Gross. Thatâs his best friend, whyâd he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac heâs turning out to be.
He shakes his head.
âYou do know Iâm still a boy, right?â He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again heâd pull you out of this, and again heâd watch you fall in love.
He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you werenât in love with being in love. Youâre too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. Youâre not anything like that.
âI know, I know, but youâre the only good one!â You point, words self-assured. âI donât need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!â
Ouch. Thanks a lot, thatâs exactly what he needed to hear right now. Heâs not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, heâll wait until heâs home. Then he can- he doesnât know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.
âSo Iâm back-up-boyfriend?â He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.
âEh, maybe,â you snicker, âyouâd definitely be cute if you werenât my friend.â
He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isnât all heâs been doing.
âItâs getting late, after this problem I should get going.â He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.
âUgh, I wish you didnât have to go!â You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.
âIâd have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?â He knows youâd never let him, and he sees it immediately.
Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. Youâre so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldnât worry about someone like him, itâs bad for your health.
âWould you like me to walk home with you?!â You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he shouldâve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! Heâs not a helpless young girl! Heâs just as manly as those boys who you long for, heâs not a puppy to be walked!
God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. Heâs absolutely not letting you walk him home, itâd be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.
âIâm fine, I donât want you out late by yourself either,â he assures, looking at you in haste.
âAh. You have a point.â
âI always do.â He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what heâs talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes
He needs to stop. He shouldnât think about you like that. Itâs lecherous.
You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.
He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.
âBe safeââs and âSee you laterââs are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. Thatâs how he feels about you, he decides. Youâre the sun, and heâs the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. Thatâs what these feelings are. Weeds.
He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.
He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but heâs just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, heâs just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.
He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesnât do anybody any good to be so flowery. Heâs too girly- too weak. Maybe thatâs why you donât like him. If youâre willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean heâs on a completely new level, huh?
Thatâs what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.
He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that heâs hungry-
His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.
Heâs about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!
He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.
He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.
Weirdo: RUII
Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u donât have dance time right??
Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP
Me: Iâm awake, sorry!
Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty
Weirdo: wanna get a snack? iâm simply starvedâŚ
Me: When?
Weirdo: an hr maybeâŚ
Me: Okay :) Iâll tell you when I leave.
Weirdo: kay!!
He really doesnât feel like being social today, but heâd never pass up an opportunity to see you. Heâs an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. Itâs mortifyingly pathetic.
He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. Itâs getting colder outside recently, and heâs always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesnât want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.
The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. Heâs feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and heâs reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. Itâs nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.
He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?
Turns out it will, you look really good today.
You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. Youâre a good friend to him, heâs lucky to have you.
âRui!â You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.
âHey.â He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you donât notice, itâs embarrassing.
âHey!â You reply, pulling away. âBig things planned, Rui!â
âWhat big things?â He asks, amused. âBig thingsâ for you were junk food and shopping.
âBig things! Itâs a surprise!â You put your shoes on, and he canât help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.
You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.
Nah, not possible. Youâre too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.
He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.
âWarm me up, will ya?â You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. Itâs weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. Itâs normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.
âShouldâve worn a jacket,â he chides, âwouldnât be cold, yâknow?â His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.
âGotta look good. Iâm on the hunt, obviously,â you joke. It isnât funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.
âYouâre hopeless.â
You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.
âThis it?â The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.
âMhm!â You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasnât even that cute. At least, thatâs what Rui kept telling himself.
âDonât worry about it, than. I got you guys,â he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. âIf I can get your number.â Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.
âThank you! Youâre the sweetest!!â You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. âWhat a weirdo! Like Iâd call him over what, 1000 yen?! I donât even know him, yuck!â
So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.
âWhich one do you want? I got your favorite!!â You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His âfavoriteâ isnât actually his favorite, but heâd never tell you that.
The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didnât like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, youâve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. Heâll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.
âRed, duh.â He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesnât really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.
You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.
âYâknow, this isnât bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.â God, donât make him think of the âcrack browniesâ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.
âDonât complain. Remember the egg roll incident?â He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.
âUgh, I havenât thought about that in a while! Iâm never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,â you gag.
Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like heâs known you forever. He canât even remember a moment where he hasnât loved you.
âWhereâre we going now, commander?â He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.
âWhere ever the wind blows us, kind sir!â You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone donât go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.
âWhoâre you texting? Donât tell me itâs that guy.â He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.
ââM not a total idiot, Iâll have you know!â You huff, holding your phone to your chest. âItâs just somebody we went to school with a while back, âm seeing if I can pull the moves.â
âDo I know him?â
âDunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didnât have together?â
âAh.â
You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you donât walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.
âRui, look! Look!â You shake him, pointing to the back of somebodyâs head inconspicuously. âWait donât yet- Okay, now! Heâs turning around! Thatâs the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?â
Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. Heâs the one who would trip him during passing periods, heâs the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and itâs like all of his growth left his body. Heâs just the same freak from middle school, heâs still thirteen.
He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows whatâs about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.
Damnit, this is the first time he doesnât think he can act like itâs okay.
âOh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, eheâŚâ You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. Itâs painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.
âMust be.â He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didnât go to highschool with you guys.
He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. Heâs quickly stopped.
âWhoâs this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhereâŚâ He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. âHave we met before?â
âThis is Kamishiro Rui, heâs my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?â You happily answer for him.
Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? Heâs a little hurt, to be honest.
He feels bitter, itâs unbecoming- God, he doesnât care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, itâs not like you belong to him. Heâs such a freak, getting attached to you like this.
He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. Itâs something heâs gotten good at recently.
He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what itâs like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he canât even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.
But this doesnât last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. Heâs lucky to be your friend. Youâre a great friend, youâre an amazing person, youâre the sun, the sun, the sun.
Heâs the pavement, he has to remember.
âIâm- Iâll leave you to it, yâknow? Fabric store.â He stutters, choking on his voice. You donât even notice, waving him off.
You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded âOkay, Rui, bye,â and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after heâs walked away. He deserves it after the trouble heâs reliving.
When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didnât need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he canât help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.
âLeast he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. Heâs so ridiculous.
Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, somethingâs missing.
Oh, your best friend.
But where had he gone? Youâre sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.
âOh, I better go get my friend now. I donât like walking home when itâs late. Was nice seeinâ you, letâs hang out soon, âkay?â You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, youâre so cute.
He rolls his eyes, and youâre hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, heâs not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-
âLeave âim. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethinâ, total nutcase.â His voice sounds so casual, like itâs not the douchiest thing youâve heard all day.
You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But youâre not about to stand here and insult Rui. Heâs the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isnât cruel. Heâs so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. Heâs so unusual, and thatâs what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. Heâs the one constant in your life.
Youâve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and itâs been a battle getting him to eat real food. Youâre not blind, you see the way heâs been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought heâd been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, heâs just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, heâs not anything like those other boys you talk to. Heâd never insult someone like that. Heâs not just a guy, heâs like your person.
Yeah, heâs definitely your person.
Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something youâve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.
Oh.
âI,â you begin, backing away. âYeah, Iâm sorry but Iâll really be going now-â
âWhat? Câmon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friendâs kinda weird.â He rolls his eyes.
âYeah whatever, Iâll call you back,â you say dismissively.
Youâre totally lying, you laugh, youâre not calling him back.
He didnât seem to like that.
âDamn, canât even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.â The change in tone amuses you.
Yeah, good riddance, pal.
You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.
Heâs a funny one.
You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that itâs probably to ask him if itâs cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.
âRui! Rui! Hey câmon, letâs go home, yeah?â You smile, face feeling warm. Itâs a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.
âWhere is he, huh?â He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? Youâre a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.
âDonât worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.â You explain, poking his shoulder. âHey,â you start, âletâs just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.â The idea makes you feel dizzy, but youâll have to illustrate your feelings one day.
You can leave out the âI think Iâm in love with youâ part, you think.
The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, youâre so perfect. Even if heâs frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesnât know why, he wanted to ask) - even if heâs ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks youâre the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.
âYouâre like the sun-â He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didnât mean to say that, God, heâs so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that heâs always so jealous of-
Oh. Itâs for him.
He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.
âWhat does that mean?â
He sputters, stepping away. âN-no itâs nothing- It was stupid anyway so-â
âNo, tell me!â You urge, laughing a little harder. âWhat if it was something bad, ând you were making fun of me? Thatâs not nice, Rui!â
âI- Hey-â His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. âThatâs not-â
âThen tell me.â
âItâs just,â he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like heâs hopelessly possessed by love for you? âI just- youâre so amazing,â he starts, âI thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, yâknow? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-â He rambles, covering his face in anguish.
Nobodyâs ever put that much thought into you. Sure, youâve received a few âYouâre so gorgeousââs, where youâve had to wonder where they learnt such a âbig wordâ, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. Heâs just⌠so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that youâd begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.
âI think youâre the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!â You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.
âI.. I donât-â
You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. âHey, Rui, I,â you look at him assuringly, âI wanna say something, and you canât laugh okay?â
He holds his breath, so do you.
Fuck it, just tell him.
âI think Iâm in love with you, Rui.â You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.
âI donât-â He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. âIâm not- Iâm not going to- You canât just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldnât be nice to- You donât love me-â
âRui,â you beg, grabbing his arm again, âholding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these arenât-â You breath, âIâve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isnât the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!â You monologue, saying whateverâs on your mind. Youâre the rambling one now.
âI found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dudeâs Iâm always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-â
His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. âThat was- you-â He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like youâll disappear. âYou shouldnât, youâre wrong.â He sobs, âIâm- the way I love you is- You donât understand, the way I feel isnât normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-â He shakes, you rub his back. âYou are so perfect compared to me, Iâd never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyoneâs supposed to at our age-â
âRui, hey Rui please donât cry.â You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. âI donât- I donât agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but Iâm sure you wonât believe me. Youâre not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui thatâs what I love about you.â
âStop- stop saying my name like that. Itâs too hard to-â
âRui, I love you. You donât need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-â
âI love you, too,â his voice cracks, âthatâs why Iâm so scared. I donât want to ruin a friendship thatâs all I have, if this is just- Iâm scared Iâd lose you in any way, and I canât live in a world where you donât see me. I wonât. Itâs sounds horrible but-â He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.
âCâmon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, weâll always see each other. That way you donât need to worry anymore, yâknow? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.â
Just like when you two were little.
He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
âI see you.â
âI see you, too.â
You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. Itâs slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. Heâs your moon, your earth, youâre his sun, his stars.
Heâs suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a âRui!â
âI-â he pants, wiping his mouth. âHm?â
âweâre in the middle of a park!â
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May I please ask for headcanons Aoba Johsai with a manager whose skilled with archery and sharpshooting please
Yes of course! Sorry for the wait I was working on a Rindou piece and my physics exam. Itâs like 3Am right now, but I still want to finish this for you boo. Thanks again For requesting Anon, if you like this, donât forget to like and ask if you have any other ideas. Also, you didnât specify which you wanted, so this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Status: unedited
warnings: crackfic, bad grammar, cursing, violence, oikawa exists, oikawa slander, color coded characters, reader is a whole ass menace, mentions of vaping
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As a Team (platonic)
Oikawa, Iwazumi, Kunimi, Kiyotani, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, you
My first thought when I looked at this post was simple. How many times and we hit oikawa in the head. Everything else kinda spiraled from there. Just imagine being able to do that shit with pinpoint accuracy, and when he turns around to see who did it, be like the gremlin chick from hotel transilivania and be like ,â I didnât do thatâ. And then he proceeds to blame Iwa, and pure unrefined chaos erupts from there. *clears throat and sips matcha* good shit
But on a more serious note, these boys are completely ready to take full advantage of your skills. Remember when oikawa sprained his ankle? Guess who had to replicate his serves instead so they could practice receives. Thatâs right, you. And your aim is a little too good sometimes (Kindiachi has been hit in the face) but they honestly donât care, they just looking to get practice in, and maybe a few tips here and there for aiming.
But thatâs just during their practice. During your archery or other practice. Oh my god. Imagine having like 12 annoying older brothers. Like both Archery and Sharpshooting are pretty quiet sports. But with these mfs at your practice? Oh dear lord. These gon be the most obnoxiously loud humans to walk the planet (3rd only to Fukurodani and Kurasuno). Imagine with me. Itâs so silent you can hear a pin drop. Youâre trying to concentrate before youâre pulling back your string. You take a deep breath and just as youâre about to let go- âWOOOOOOOO THATS MY LIL SISSSSSS/BROOOO!!!â âSHUT UP SHITTY KAWA!THEY NEED TO FOCAS!â âHOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IWA!?â âYOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN DUMBASS!â âIF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL SHUT YOU UP MYSELFâ yeah theyâre THAT kind of sports parents. They got kicked out last time :)
I just know yall have made oikawa put an apple on his head and see if you can hit his head. Ofc you can, but itâs funnier hitting him with the Velcro arrows and watching him rip his hair out, and ruining it for the day (his fangirls hated you for that lol.)
I just KNOW that the other teams got some crazy ass conspiracies about you. They call you the Seijo Assassin, and that you kill the best players of the opposing team, and they never find the bodies. And tbh it was probably oikawa who started it, to get back at you for getting Velcro stuck in his hair. So while youâre just as hot as kiyoko, everyone is terrified of you, and are only referring to you as L/n-sama (even though youâre only a second year.). I swear to fuck hinata pissed himself when tsukki told the team about you.
also yall know the sharpshooter shaving cream balloon prank thingy? I know damn well the whole team is having a competition for who can do it best. Like itâs literally so funny, especially when someone not on the team gets hit. Like I know oikawa has accidentally hit the coach with one of those. Do with this information what you will.
Individuals: Could be romantic or platonic, either way fits (though both are seriously on crack.)
Somehow or someway, Oikawa will convince you to be his bodyguard. And not even like paying you money. Just like a, â YoU wOnT wALk yOuR pOor dEfEnSLeSS FRiEnD tO cLAss? WhAt iF my FAnGirlS Kidnap MeEEEEE?!â âyep.â âDo you even Love Meeeeeee!?â âNope.â ââŚIâll pay you~â âpay me what?â âFood~â âDONE!â *throws chair out window* yeah yâallâs relationship is pretty much just blitz and stolas in the loo loo land episode. Like when Stolas was just walking while Blitz is pretending to be Batman, lurking in the shadows and pointing a gun at anything with a pulse? Yeah thatâs you two walking around the school, except with a nerf gun instead.
oh and you know the team jackets? He bought you yours. But not just any jacket oh no. Yours is special. He payed extra to have it say, âThe Seijo Assasin; Oikawaâs bobyguard.â He also might have gotten it in 4xl because he doesnât know your size, but still wants it to be way to big on you so he can make fun of you. Heâs an ass.
Iwazumi is much nicer on the other hand. He (regardless of if itâs platonic or romantic,) is all about helping you carry your stuff. He doesnât even ask either, he just kinda picks it up and does it. He says it isnât a big deal, and that youâre carrying enough with your archery equipment anyway, and that he needs the weight training anyway. Def the kinda guy to use your backpack as a dumbbell and use it to lift while yâall in the hall.
I know y'all have a running competition on who can hit oikawa in the head the most. Body shots are one point, head shots are worth 2, and the groin is worth 3, especially if heâs being creepy to someone. The score is currently 34-31, slightly in your favor. Whoever hits him the least by the end of the month has to buy the winner ramen. Oikawa doesnât approve of this game, and ends up attempting to bump everything back your way. But on the bright side, itâs a good way to scare off his fangirls :).
Kunimi just kinda vibes with you. Like he doesnât really acknowledge much of what you do, just kinda goes like, â oh so thatâs why you were so good at that. I just thought you hated oikawa. Anyway can I have your Chez-its?â Yeah my boy donât care enough, but he cute so yeah.
also I just know this mf, plays Fortnite and vapes blue raspberry burst. Do with that what you will. ( to be clear, I wouldnât ever vape, i just know he does, and honestly had to look up what flavors there are.
The honesty biggest thing you do that impresses him is the whole good aim card slicey thingy. Idk man, he just seems like he would be good at that, and would try to fight you on it.
Despite everything, Kyotani is actually relatively nice to you? Or at least as nice as he can be. His version of nice is avoiding you like the plague, cause heâs scared youâll be scared of him. He actually really likes you and wants an excuse to talk to you. So what does he do? Asks you to help him aim while spiking, so that he can use his strength more efficiently. He actually is pretty patient with your teaching, and genuinely respects you enough to take your advice. ( tell him to shower pls, I can smell him through the screen, luv him though)
He also uses a whole bottle of axe body spray every time he walks out of the house . Be careful not to get too close to him. Please find someone strong, or stupid enough to bully him out of it, for the sake of the teams lungsđ
Kindaichi is probably the only person on the team who still calls you Y/n- senpai. Heâs way too precious. That being said, he still did give you a twenty if you hit kageyama with a vollyball during warmups. He may be nice, but he mad petty. And $20 is $20 man
Matsukawa is definitely a COD type of guy. He knows a lot about guns. Bond over that (then give me his number pls)
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Thanks for reading, sorry the last part was rushed, I am just not feeling it rn. If yâall liked this make sure to follow, Like, and request something of your own. I literally have nothing else to do. Love yâall sm, peace
-joden
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Crying on your birthday
Summary: Youâve been best friends with the triplets since you were born and your boyfriend of 2 years broke up with you on your birthday and chris confesses his love to you in an interesting way;)
Warnings: Smut!! P in V, Dom!Chris, Sub!reader, choking, hair pulling, use of Y/N, unprotected sex (wrap ur snickers), Oral (fem reviving), fingering, cursing, alcohol consumption, cream pie, cursing, lowkey possessive chris?, (lemme know if i forget anything)
A/N: not requested but i had this idea cookin in my head for a WHILE!! this is a long one so be prepared!!
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iâve known the triplets since i was born. our moms were best friends since they were 9, Marylou and My mom went to college together and even had me at the same time Marylou was pregnant with the boys. iâve thought nothing more then the triplets as my brothers, but chris⌠Christopher owen.. that boy has his ways with me about ever since we hit puberty together and learned we didnât have the same body parts, now we never showed each other we liked each other so i never knew he liked me back. marylou always told me sheâd seen me with either matt or chris. once matt started dating i KNEW i was never his type.. not in the slightest. nick and i were always just besties, once he came out it made more sense why he never attempted to âflirtâ with me, so we were strictly just best friends or siblings. but chris? oh no he was a huge player, he treated me like a sibling but there was something about the way he âjokedâ with me i knew it was something more, but none of us ever talked about it so i ignored it, and just assumed thatâs his way of joking. iâve been dating my boyfriend, Cooper, for 2 years now, things were amazing, the triplets and their parents, were super supportive of me and him considering how we were raised as siblings. my mom liked him but i knew she never loved him.
today was my 21st birthday, i was actually about to have my âfirst drinkâ. at least to my parents knowledge. the boys and i would always sneak alcohol behind mine and their parents back all the time from the ages of 15-19, that was till they got themselves a house in boston, and i got an apartment close by in boston as well.
i spent about an hour and a half getting ready. i wore a black tight dress with little pink bows connecting to my middle breast, pushing my breast up and against each other making them look nice. with the dress i put on some thigh high leather boots with a slight heel on them.
cooper had finally texted me saying he was at my apartment to drive us to my venue i had booked for about 300 people. i knew my 21st had to be huge. i walk
down my stairs of the building leading to coopers car, but as iâm walking to him iâm expecting his usual flirty compliments such as, âhey sexy u come here oftenâ, âcanât wait to rip that off you tonightâ, âgimme a twirl lemme see that assâ, but strangely, itâs like i was a ghost to him, i ignore it thinking he just had a bad day at work or something.
âHey coop! you readyâ i say getting in the car closing the door smiling.
âhm? oh yeah iâm readyâ he shoots me a fake smile before flipping his phone over face down and under his thigh slowly backing out to drive to the venue.
heâs never done that before? why did he hide his phone like that? why under his leg? i wonder so many things in my head but im not gonna let it get in the way of my birthday.. not happening, been waiting on this day for YEARS, today was about me!
the drive was silent and lifeless, never in the 2 years weâve been together had our drives ever been less then filled with laughter and jokes, or blasting music and singing along to our shared playlist together. i plug my phone up to the aux cord and start playing our shared playlist thinking maybe i could lighten the mood but that doesnât work. hes distant and itâs irking me, but again i brush it off cause its my birthday of all days.
i text chris a simple text telling him i was close to the venue hoping heâd be there and not take his princess ass his sweet time. as we pulled up to the venue iâm all smiles and giggles and as im walking towards cooper to hold his hand as im walking into the place he drops my hand, ive officially had enough of this i stop in my tracks.
ânu uh what the fuck is ur issue, first u hide ur phone, next ur completely silent, and now u drop my hand?â i slightly yell trying not to cause a ruckus infront of the venue
âjust not feeling the party mood Y/Nâ he says almost uninterested in my feelings
âcooper marshall?? not in a party mood?? i donât believe it.. not for a second, u literally have âparty monsterâ tatted on your thigh.. you NEVER turn down a pary, specially for your GIRLFRIEND of 2 YEARS, might i mentionâ i yell pretty sternly at this point not caring who hears
âyeah Y/N iâm not in a party mood, itâs not that hard to believe.. plus ur too clingy sometimes expecally when you canât take a hint when someoneâs upset youâre still fucking attached to me at the hip, iâm not always feeling youâ again uninterested in how i feel
âCooper what the fuck? iâm too âclingyâ where is this coming from?â using air quotes to emphasize my words.
cooper rolls his eyes âY/N youâre causing a scene at your party you so desperately wanted to have, letâs just goâ he attempts to grab my hand to drag me inside.
i drop his hand âno, your not just gonna ignore whatever issue you have with me, ESPECIALLY on my fucking birthday cooperâ
again he rolls his eyes âiâm not doing this Y/Nâ
my eyes widen âdoing what exactly? the party? me? what?â
he sighs before running his fingers through his hair âeverything Y/N.. just leave me alone, donât text me, donât call me, just donât worry about me and have fun at your pitty partyâ
my jaw dropped, if my jaw could break, my jaw would be in hell for how low my jaw hung. âyour seriously breaking up with me?â
he presses his lips together and nods âyeah i guess i am i would say im sorry but im not.. bye sav-â he stops abruptly before trying to fix his mistake of calling me the wrong name âbye Y/Nâ
tears start forming in my eyes âyou were cheating on me? now ur breaking up with me on my fucking birthday? i truly thought better of you..â
he turns around âitâs not like you probably arenât fucking chris behind my back anyway, itâs only fairâ he shrugs
tears streaming down my face trying to comprehend what he just said.
âfuck off cooperâ i storm inside the venue and as i walk in im greeted by the three same face people i grew up with.
âi uh- we uh-â matt starts
âyeah we- you seeâ chris tryâs to save matt
âoh my god you guys are fucking idiots.. Y/N we saw the whole thing.. what theyâre trying to say is weâre sorryâ nick finishes his brothers sentences and brings me into a tight bear hug.
i sniffle into nick as matt and chris both hug me, i pull away softly.
âi-itâs okay.. letâs just party, thereâs 300 people here for me, iâm 21, finally weâre all 21 together, letâs just party and get drunkâ i say promoting a half assed smile
âlove ur attitude Y/N but letâs actually have a good time! also you look wayy too hot to be crying on your fucking birthdayâ nick says with his positive energy he always promotes
âyou do look good sassyâ chris says with his infamous smirk.
âSassyâ a nickname chris gave me when we were 8 and i was starting to get into my personality being sassy and not taking bull shit from anyone.
âthank you bubblesâ i say with a smile. bubbles was a nickname i gave to him when we were 5 cause he was the bubbliest boy of the three.
about an hour went by, i lost count of how many drinks i consumed that night, on average id say about 8-10, i was the drunkest here, my words were slurring, i was full on shakin ass on the air, and my vision was blurred.
âoh chrisssy poohâ i slurred as chris came up behind me helping me walk around.
he chuckles âhey sassy, youâre a little
too drunkâ
âwhatttâ i act shocked in my drunken state ânu uh, am notâ
maybe these were my drunken thoughts but his smile could lighten up hell, the way his cheeks puffed up as he smiled, the way his blue eyes sparkle.
âmhm sure, why donât we get you in the van and take you home and call it quits hm?â nick follows chris and holds my arms up to try and attempt to hold me i lean towards chris almost falling down as he caught me like one of those corny romantic movies.
i glaze into his eyes âyouâre so pretty Christopherâ
he laughs and picks me up and carrys me bridal style âoh yeah youâre done for loveâ
i nuzzle into his neck as nick, matt, chris and i walk to the van smiling like a kid in the candy store.
i randomly start busting out into drunken laughter as chris attempts to buckle me in âyou wanna know something funny? cooper told me that i was fucking chris behind his back? pft heâs like my brotherâ
chris laughs and closes the door on the passenger back seat as nick takes the front passenger side and runs to the driver back seat to sit next to me.
âCHRISSYâ i say a little louder
âiâm here sassyâ he places my head on his lap and starts playing with my hair like he used to when we were kids.
i look up at him as his blue eyes glisten against the moonlight shining into the car window as matt drives to the triplets house âyour so sweet to me.. can you braid my hairâ
he looks down at me and smiles âyes i canâ he takes my head and turns it to the side and starts french braiding my hair like i taught him years ago.
i softly hum before drifting off to sleep until i was woken up to chris carrying me to his bedroom and i groan as he sits me down on his bed âmm chris-â before i could even warn him im running to the bathroom and puking up every ounce of alcohol in me.
âY/N??â he says barging in the bathroom immediately holding my hair back to help me and rubbing my back softly saying âitâs okay sassyâ âiâm hereâ
i finally stop puking and am just leaning my back onto chrisâ chest as he runs his fingers in my hair âyou feelin any betterâ
i softly smile âiâm pretty much sobered up nowâ
âyou ready to get into bed? you can wear some of my clothes and stuff since you werenât prepared for anything tonight given the circumstances of your recent breakup- oh my god im sorry i shouldnât have mentioned that im so-â
i cut him off âchris itâs fine, i promise, if anything im already over it⌠i know i shouldnât be but i pretty much amâ i smile turning my body to face him now
he returns the smile at me âgood, letâs get you up and changedâ he helps me up off the cold bathroom tiled floor as he guides me to his bedroom and lays out a pair of âFresh Loveâ sweatpants and one of his âLyrical Lemonadeâ T-shirts for me.
âhere you go sass, iâll be outside the door just let me in when your changed, you can throw your clothes in that hamper over there and iâll wash em in the morningâ he states before attempting to walk out of the door
âWait chrisâ i stop âplease donât leave, it ainât like we used to bathe togetherâ i continue adding a small smile to my face
âokay.. but iâm turning aroundâ he chuckled using his pointed finger to point at me
i smile at him âokay okay..â he turns around and i take my shoes off putting them to the side carefully and taking my dress off leaving me in my bra and underwear which was a matching orange set with little to no coverage on either my breast or ass, i was gonna suprise cooper with tonight but since coopers no longer in the picture itâs just another set in my collection. i throw on chrisâ clothes which were a little too big on me but alas they were comfy.
âokay goober you can turn around nowâ i laugh and he slowly turns around and walks his way to me grabbing my hand and spinning me around like some disney moving looking at me up and down.
âmy my my, i thought you looked beautiful in that dress but my clothes looks 10x better on youâ he chuckles
iâm a giggling mess âoh stop it chris, youâre just fuckin with meâ
he shoots me a smirk âeh maybe i am, maybe im not..â his voice trails off almost nervously
chris? nervous? never, iâve warned his clothes thousands of times and never once has he showered me with affection the most id normally get is âi better see that hoodie back in my closetâ jokingly of course.
but alas a blush creeps on my cheeks giving away i liked his compliment, i canât deny ive always had a thing for chris, i USED to only look at him as my âbrother whoâs not actually my brother but is my brotherâ but that was before i knew what boys actually were. chris and i had/have never hooked up before, granted we were each others first kiss because we entered middle school together and Marylou gave them a talk about girls that somehow interested chris and he wanted to âget some practiceâ as he says. but we were 11, we never kissed again cause we thought it was awkward, that was until i had my first date and didnât know how to make out, chris, the player of course, was the one i ran to to teach me. cooper knew how close we all were, i told him iâve only ever kissed chris twice but it meant nothing, itâs not like we hooked up before.
âma?â chris attempted to get my attention but i was LOST in my thoughts about wanting to kiss chrisâ soft lips again⌠was it wrong to want that?
âhm? oh yeah sorry i was uh just thinkingâ i laughed my nervousness away
âabout what?â he said walking over to his bed, i followed sitting next to him
ânosey.. but mostly just us as kids.. i still think itâs funny cooper thought we hooked up, but it brought me to the memories when we were 11 and had our first kissâ i giggled softly
âOH I REMEMBER THAT ONEâ he exclaimed âwe were in my bedroom at the old house andâ before his attempt at telling the rest of the story i joined in
âwe didnât talk for 3 days because we thought it was weirdâ we said in unison
we both laugh but slowly we just start looking at each other in a not so friendly way.. more of a romantic way, now i know i just broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years and the last thing i should be doing is looking at chris wanting his nice plump limps on mine.
before i knew it chrisâ lips were attached to mine but i didnât hesitate once, i immediately kissed him back but what was weird is that he pulled away⌠i thought i would have pulled away.
âi-im sorry i shouldnât have done thatâ chris attempts to apologize
âno you should have⌠i know im recently single but⌠i want you to kiss me againâŚâ i attempt to make him feel better the thought of his lips on mine and everywhere else on my body just came flooding down and creating a sense of heat in between my legs
chris leans in using his hand to caress my cheek before pressing his lips on mine this time in a more passionate manner, but with a hint of sexual desire in his lips, he wanted this just as much as i did, maybe more.
i softly moan into his lips as his hand travels down to my hips and up and down my upper thigh before slowly pulling away
âis this okayâŚ?â he looks nervously down at his hand on my thigh
i nodded but that wasnât enough for chris
âi need to hear you say it ma, tell me if i can do thisâ he looks at me deeply in my eyes.
âyes chris, this is perfectâ i smile
âgod iâve been waiting for this my entire lifeâ he kisses me again while using his hand to move into the waistband of his sweatpants i had on and taking off the pants laying me down on my back and pulling away from the kiss to admire the orange set of underwear i had on.
âsuch a whore for wearing such slutty underwear like this like youâre asking to be fuckedâŚâ he growled placing himself in between my legs and pulling my underwear to the side and admiring the glistening from my wetness coated on my pussy almost drooling and using his finger to collect my wetness on his finger.
âfuck youâre drippingâŚâ his finger was drenched in my arousal he took his finger in his mouth to have a taste and his eyes lit up with desire and hunger for me âcooper would be shitting himself⌠i bet youâve never been this wet for him eh? only for me?â he states cockily
âmhmâ i smiled and nodded before adjusting myself to take off his shirt i had on showing him the rest of the matching set i had on, both being in his favorite color and little to no coverage for my hard nipples.
thatâs all it took and his mouth was attached to my clit placing open mouth kisses on it eating me like his life depends on it, eating me like a gun was placed to his head for his last meal.
a loud moan escaped through my lips as my jaw when open âchris!â i yelped âfuck youâre too damn good at- at thisâ i state with a shakey breath.
he moaned against my pussy sending a vibration through my body feeling his smirk against me, he lifts up to speak âi bet ur sorry excuse for an ex couldnât treat this pussy like it deservesâ he smirks
âshut up christopher and use that mouth for good useâ he didnât look to happy
âi didnât say you could speak back to meâ he lightly slaps my clit, causing my hips
to jerk forward and a soft whimper let out my lips.
âoh? you like that?â he slaps it again and another whimper softly comes out me
he dips his head down in my legs again adding a finger and curling upwards to hit my spot just right and my toes began to curl and my back arching off the bed and moans leaking from my mouth, he adds another finger curling both upwards with ease.
âoh- oh chris!â i hum softly âd-donât s-stop please s-s-so closeâ my legs tremble lightly
âdonât plan on it maâ he muttered against me occasionally looking up at me supporting myself with my elbows dug into the mattress, head thrown back, with my nails twisting the sheets between my fingertips
âfuck chris iâm ab to cumâ i moan out
âdo it, be a good girl and cum all over my fingersâ he spits moving his body upward to watch me come undone on his fingers his eyes piercing in me keeping his fingers curling up at a constant speed
âmpft- FUCKâ i cursed a constant string of âfucksâ and âchrisâ as my legs tremble even more and i came absolutely all over his fingers as he slowly pulls them out with a huge grin and licking my cum up on his fingers
âmmm fuck you taste amazing.. iâve waited a long time to taste you and iâd have to say itâs the best thing thatâs touched my tongueâ he grins
i roll my eyes playfully trying to come down from my high ânow let me suck tour dick or you fuck me into tomorrow, ur choiceâ i smirk
he hums softly ânow iâd love to watch you suck me off but tonight is all about you sassy, so weâll save your mouth for another nightâ he shoots me a wink
âthereâs gonna be another night?â i ask smiling and cocking my head to the side.
âi hope you didnât think this was a one time thing.. im gonna need your pussy in my mouth every nightâ he smiles pulling his pants down and his boxers down in one swift motion and taking his shirt off leaving him bare⌠my jaw dropped, his dick is huge⌠thick and LONG⌠the sweatpants donât do him any justice.
he obviously catches me staring âyou like what your looking at sass?â
i nod HARD⌠itâs so much bigger then coopersâŚ
âgoodâ he smirks leaning over me and pressing a passionate kiss on my lips before lining his dick up with my entrance and sliding in with ease inch by inch, i pull away moaning as he bottoms out and starts thrusting his hips at a steady pace to begin with
âoh my god, youâre so fucking tight.. and wet⌠fuckkâ he leans his head back beginning to thrust into me a little faster
âmpfh- h-harder chrisâ i moan out
his hips immediately went harder hitting my spot every time again. he grabs my neck softly choking me as iâm a bigger moaning mess then i was on his fingers.
âi bet cooper could never fuck you like this⌠he wouldnât know what to do with a pussy like yoursâ chris whispers almost growling in my ear while pounding into me causing the bed to repeatedly hit the wall
âoh chrisâ i groan out arching my back
âi can fuck you better then that sorry peice of shit⌠mmmâ he groans in my ear
a loud pornographic moan escapes my lips as his tip kisses my cervix over and over again leaving my legs shaking violently beneath him.
he flips me over so my back is arched and my ass is in the air, he begins thrusting in me at a domestic pace as if he canât control himself with me anymore heâs groaning to the point itâs almost a whimper as my ass repeatedly clapping on his pelvic bone.
âFuckkk chris⌠i can feel you in my fucking throat⌠youâre so deepâ i moan out
Smack
he lets a HARD smack on my ass before grabbing a wad of my hair and lifting me up to whisper in my ear
âyouâre such a dirty whoreâ he says nibbling at my neck leaving dark circles on my neck âyouâre mine now⌠no one elseâsâ he grunts âmine to markâ thrust âmine to fuckâ thrust âmine to destroyâ he lets go of my hair and pressing my head into the mattress âmineâ thrust âmineâ thrust âmineâ my moans turns into whimpering as i become overstimulated
âc-closeâ i choke out, i could barely form a coherent sentence.
âmmf- me too ma⌠just keep taking me like a good girl you areâ he groans throwing his head back, maintaining his constant hard and rough thrusts.
my legs now fully numb and shaking violently, âc-cummingâ i whimper out as im releasing all over his dick leaving a white ring of cum on the base of his dick.
his thrust became sloppy as he paints my walls with his ropes of cum and slowly pulls out trying not to hurt me he rubs my lower back as i turn over and lay on my back.
âhang on ma, lemme go get a towel to clean you upâ he exists the room and i hear nick from downstairs cheering
âYESSSS FINALLY YALL HOOKED UP!!! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! but next time be quiet or wait till weâre not here yall freaks!â nick yells causing a smile to appear on my lips as chris walks in with a warm rag to start carefully wiping my legs and carefully rubbing my pussy off trying not to hurt me.
âhappy birthday sassyâ he smiles at me as weâre now laying down next to each other bare, skin to skin.
âthank you bubblesâ i smile over at him.
âwhere does this leave us Y/N?â his smile drops into a nervous expression
âletâs just cuddle and weâll talk about in the morning okay? iâm too tiredâ i smile at him reassuringly
he kisses my forehead bringing me closer to his chest âthank youâ he whispered
âmhmâ i mumbled falling fast asleep with the real man of my heart next to me.
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IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE??? itâs a long one but i had fun writing it! ALSO ILY GUYS!!! lemme know how yall enjoyed this one!!
#Spotify#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#the sturniolo triplets#sturniolo triplets
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Therapy Files 1: Dead Enough to be Alive (Carmy)
Screenshot Credit: @neverscreens
Summary: Carmy is headed to his first therapy appointment and his girlfriend (who he calls Darling) tries to soothe him while he freaks out about it. (873 Words)
Warnings: Swearing, mention of vomit, passive suicidal thoughts, impending mental breakdown (no breakdown in this one), fem reader/generic lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns.
Notes: Thank you for reading and sharing! Sideblog for social stuff: @m-z-shoroi. If you want to filter out the therapy posts, the tag is #cb therapy files.
Day 1
I almost threw up the day of therapy.
It's funny how al-anon meetings didn't fuck me up this bad. Being a no-face in a room full of faceless sufferers somehow made it easier to summon and examine the pain of Mikey dying, of cooking consuming every aspect of my being until all that was left was this chewed lump of mangled muscle and bone fighting for some form of continued existence. I could rip it from my chest, hold it in my hand, turn it in the light. Look at all the faces, the thin spots, the gouges, the dents. Half the people there werenât listening to me at all, were lost in the turmoil of their own pain and suffering, of the loved ones that were too far away to reach or so unreachable that they were gone. I didnât mind it.
Half the time, I just needed to hear what I had to say, anyway. Something about the words coming out of my mouth, as stuttered, incomplete, inadequate as they were; something about hearing my own voice say them to me, of my voice hitting my earsâthat was the important part. Iâve been through hell and back, I understand clearer than anyone else that Iâm the most powerful climber I know. I donât need someone to grab my hand and pull me out of this mess; I just need someone to know that Iâm here. I need someone to witness my existence, my pain, my misery. I just need someone to come looking for me if I go quiet for too long. Just a face over the edge of the cliff. They donât need to say nothing. They just need to exist.
Iâm just dead enough to be alive at all, and in a room full of ghosts, thatâs an easier thing to reconcile than trying to explain that to a fucking therapist (whoâll probably put me on some sort of watch list after probing me with a thousand questions about whether or not I want to die, how I plan to do it, how much of my plan Iâve enacted). I shouldnât be pissed. Itâs their job. Fuck only knows how many times theyâve had their 3:00 not show up only to find out the next day that their 3:00 would never show up for anything again. But how else do I explain these brambles of mortality, this barbed wire anchored in my skin. I canât escape death.
He owes me a brother.
He owes me some fucking answers.
 Darling's hand landed on my thigh. "Baby, you're going to crack your knees on the dashboard if you don't stop bouncing your leg like that."
And I'm fucking terrified of therapy.
"Why are you terrified, sweetheart?"
Shit, I said that aloud, didn't I? "I just... I don't know." I raked my hair back. "I don't know."
"It's a little too late to cancel the appointment nowâ"
"I know, I know, I know." I pressed the heels of my hands into my cheekbones. I know. Iâm not saying Iâm not going to go; Iâm saying Iâm terrified. Those are different things.
She squeezed my knee. "Breathe, pretty boy."
I heaved a breath.
"You're gonna be okay, baby.â
"What if I'm not?"
It took her a bit to answer. "Then we'll do what we can to make it okay."
She canât make promises, but right about now I need some of those. Promise me Iâll be okay? Promise me itâs not as bad as it seems?
The car turned, then stopped. Her cold fingers curled around my wrist.
"Hey. Look at me, Bear?"
I dropped my hands, but I couldn't make myself look over. Don't know why; it probably would've calmed me down to see her pretty face, but my eyes stayed glued to the hood of the car parked in front of us, the icicles hanging in front of the grill. Teeth. Fuck, I was clenching my jaw again. Heat surged in my chest, crawled up into my neck, only this time, the panic didnât come with itâmy eyes just stung. I only felt a breakdown coming.
She interlocked her hand with mine, brought the back of it to her warm lips. Pressed a kiss to it, just to the side, behind my thumb. She returned it with a plum-pink lipstick print on it. Jagged, sharp, blurred edges, but distinctly hers.
"Do you think that'll help?" She whispered, carding through my curls, tucking them behind my ear.
Iâm trying not to have a meltdown, baby girl, Iâm useless.
She pulled my shirt collar down and planted another one on my sternum, just below where the neckline would be. It bloomed a wave of coolness in my chest. A comfortable cold. This wasnât ice against my chest; ice is sharp, jagged, a frozen lightning bolt. The kiss was milder, softer. Diffuse.
She replaced my shirt, pecked my mouth. âHow about that one?â
How about you give me another one after this fucking appointment, hm?
Tags: @jess248, @catharticconsolation, @persymons, @morgthemagpie, @glitch0o0, @nox-is-thename @forgechildofheph @leminjelly
#cb therapy files#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto#the bear fanfiction#carmy berzatto fanfiction#the bear#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader
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Nico Di Angelo đ Will Solace âď¸
You donât know how happy I was at the news of their solo book! I been off and on Percy Jackson because doctor who but it been on my back burner. And I found the release date of the book before my bad finals and I just had to act as ifďżź I didnât see if so I could focus , problem is my adhd made me completely forget about the book until the pretty cover came on my to my feed and i dropped everything to read it.
I love themđ I Want to do an embroidery for them too but I think I might listen to the book again as I canât pick a favorite line to do. I might also do the other main character and add my headcannon ideas as I feel so proud of these came out!
Hazel
Percy & Annabeth
Jason
Leo
If you want to read my headcannons about their outfits, then it under the cut as I have many ideas.
[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread man with a big circle head Nico Di Angelo and Will solace. Nico have light color felt for skin, very dark brown hair that is to his shoulders and have a bit of a curl. He have black ties shoes, dark grey rip pants, a black and grey shirt with the skull on it. He have on a sliver studded belt, with beads for the studs, and a chain coming off of it. He have his ad jacket with a Italy flag patch in the right side and a sun patch in the left side. He have Bracelet on the hand with the sun patch sleeves. It a rainbow beaded one and a yellow and black twist. On this other wrist he have a black, read, and blue sparky thread one, a ace flags: black, grey,white, purple. And he have a beaded disability flag colors are black, green, blue, white,yellow, reddish pick, black. Will has light color felt for skin, short yellow blonde. He has ears and a little bit of black felt is peaking out for hearing aids.he have a blue shirt and a fort pocket, a little coco puff is in the pocket, he have on cargo shorts, a yellow orange sweatshirt around his waist, he I have on one blue sock and one read with cream shoes that have on the left one embroidery purple hyacinthus, a lyre and in the other side is a bow and arrow and the symbol of healing that have the single snake. He have camp bead and a sliver bead for the ring on the chain. On this left wrist he have a rainbow bracelet, and a random color one that is blue, light purple and light gray. On his other wrist is a bi flag one pink, purple, blue. And the last one is a matching one with Nico that is black and yellow.:ID]
Headcannons for Will
Star Wars
-I was going for like Star Wars socks, as this boy is either in flip flops or cowboy boots, he rarely wear anything else so he have fun socks to show off when he does
-(Maybe not the first time but maybe one of the first few time Nico said he love Will. Will make the Star Wars reference with Hans saying âI knowâ and Nico is slightly confused. But then imagining his reaction when he all invested in the movie and then Hans say the line and Nico just stops and is like WILL! And will just start laughing âI couldnât help it!â)
Shoes
-He only have one pair of sneakers ďżźand I was trying to think of something to Blightten up his outfit, and thought the Apollo cabin canât leave anything plain. So Apollo theme shoe (dark idea is that they belonged to one of his older brothers who painted them and died and Will wanted to bring something that reminded him of his family into the underworld with him)
Coco puff
-Little coco puff in Willâs pocket I canât decide if the little puff is attached to Will because it a deamon that Will actually helps Nico fight or the puffs are attached to anyone who have the same deamons so like if the little one is bad self confidence, then Will also have to work on his bad self confidence
Beads
-Enough beads for him to have gotten to camp one year before Percy. So he had two good years with his siblings before the wars. Just so he also have a family when his mom is on tour. But I do also think he has a lot of hidden Apollo kid power that he doesnât know about so he think he weak with a randomly strong small. Like that is until Apollo learns where he went and is like how are you alive. Will âpower of love⌠and really bad nicknamesâ
Disabled
-I tried to give him hearing aids, they enup being hidden in his hair, I was trying to think of a color that would stand out against the yellow hair as I also thought he would pick a noticeable color, and I wanted with black. Just him going into the underworld with so many extra batteries, but also him and Nico do a bit of asl or just come up with little hand signals.
Bracelet
-Rainbow one, bi vone, matching one with Nico, and a random one from a sibling
Headcannon Nico
Bracelets
-Nico has bracelets as during craft time some of the younger Apollo kids were make some and they all like to make Will some. At the time Nico was there making their matching ones at the time and will was making one for Nico. And then one little kid come up and whispers something to Will he grins. Nico look up because the silences and Will just nods to Nico, then the little kid goes over to Nico and holds up the bracelet and said they made it for him. Will fills in that they want to give it to him and so Nico just like âyeah sureâ and hold out his wrist and the kid tie it on before running happyly back to their table. Will leans over like ânow you canât take it offâ Nico just looks at him and Will is just âhow did you think I get so many.â And then the younger kids even some from other cabins make Nico bracelets and he feels honored,ďżź
-Random one that is supposed to be the one the kids made him but also slightly Star Wars theme, I was trying to make it with the dark sparkly thread as I can imagine that how a kid see Nico. The other one is beads for the disability pride flag. Either Will makes if for him and he have one too if something with the flag as I love deaf Will and disabled Nico. Or another little kid make it for Nico who also have a disability and that help Nico acc his. I had to add a asexual one too, I canât help it. Beads so he can mess with them when on edge
Beads
-And I love the idea that nico some how get the camp beads either he steal one each year as he wanted to be apart but hey keep them in a box some place and then after will saying something like he always had a fear of Nico leaving, and to show him he acc camp as home, the next morning Nico walked out of his cabin with the beads. Or Will just keep saving beads for Nico. Like it started as Will keep going around asking about Nico and got upset when he was told he left already, maybe he ask Percy and Percy tell him something like Nico doesnât like camp. But Will meet Nico in the small window when Nico was at camp before he first ran away and got a little crush that his siblings notice, and then when Michael was giving the beads to his cabin, he give two to will, and just held a finger to his mouth before Will could say anything and say something like âyou need to hold onto Nicoâs bead, in case he comes back.â And so when Will was head he keep asking for an extra one to save for Nico. And he gives them to him at one point, maybe even just leave them by his bed during the 3 days.
Jacket
-Nico get a over size jacket so Will can steal it sometimes. He had a Italy flag patch, maybe Chiara got it from him because they are both Italian. And then sun patch maybe as a slight joke that the Apollo kids got him as he is always with them. And then I tried to do it so it look like he sewed them in himself. Pockets are totally full of chocolate and random rocks he finds, that he offers to Will and younger campers.
#if you like this i have more pjo doll on my blog#If anyone want to talk solangelo with me I would love that as right now I have no one to talk to about it#I will fix and spelling in the morning I had a rough night and wanted something nice to wake up to.#as I felt proud about these dolls and I wanted to talk about the books.#pjo nico#nico di angelo#will solace#pjo will#solangelo#percy jackson#the sun and the star#sewing#made out of felt#my art#plushies#my sewing#my plushies#fanart#felt plushie#image description#tsats spoilers#tsats#handmade#disabled Nico#disabled Nico Di Angelo#disabled will solace#deaf will#deaf!will#coco puffs#Percy Jackson sewing
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MIDNIGHT RAIN | y. itadori
(this is part one! click here for part two)
synopsis: you and itadori part ways in shibuya. authors note: HI! i'm back! back with a fic with probably the best boy to ever exist. hope you enjoy! cw: sfw, angst, fluff, kissing, blood, gore, use of y/n, slight spoilers for s2 wc: 2.9k
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This was your second mission and honestly you werenât sure if things could get any worse. Any darker. Any more bleak. The hope that glimmered at the end of this day had long been snuffed out the moment you parted from Itadori. He'd grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and asked you to stay out of trouble. You promised.Â
You didnât make friends very easily, that and not many people ever took the time to try with you. To try and know you. No one. Until Itadori. You were quiet, he was loud. You were cold and he was kind. He was sunshine, you were midnight rain. Like day and night. But you liked him. You liked him a lot. He tried with you. Tried hard to know you, to know things you liked. What you ate at lunch, what you listened to in your room, what shows moved you. He paid attention. In return you did the same. Heâd go with you to bookstores, carry your things and make jokes about the dirty books you picked. Youâd go with him to the movies, to see a movie about a worm. It wasnât as bad as you thought it would be.Â
You two had plans for halloween. Like many others you were going to dress as Barbie and Ken. Itadoriâs idea.Â
Instead you were in Shibuya.
âI told you youâd like it!â Itadori beams as he holds the door open, sunshine momentarily blinding you as you walk onto the sidewalk.Â
âI grew to care for that worm.â You said and heard Itadori laugh warmly. Itadori had dragged you to his earthworm movie. He jogs up to you and walks on the side closest to the street.
âIâll have to show you the other movies sometime.â He says with a smile. You snort out a laugh.
âYeah, Iâd like that.â You say.
The mall was deathly silent. You walked through, your cursed tool clutched tightly in your hands.Â
When you were young youâd come here. Your Mom would drag you to her nail appointments but after sheâd give you fifteen dollars to spend at any store. It was worth it in the end.
Youâd never seen this place so deserted. It was frightening. You blew out a breath and scanned the dead atmosphere. You were tracking down people that were stuck here, bringing them somewhere safe. Panda and the smoking guy, you didnât have time to learn his name, were close by, doing the same as you. Walking past a store a t-shirt catches your eye.
Rain poured, soaking you through. Itadori had picked up speed, he reached for your hand and pulled you gently towards the dorms. You two had been sitting in the courtyard and had fallen asleep by accident only to be awakened by the freezing cold rain that had seemingly come out of nowhere. You two slipped inside as he pulled the door shut behind you both. You started laughing, wringing out your drenched hair. Itadori shakes his head like a dog eliciting another laugh out of you.Â
âCome on, weâll warm up in my room.â He says, placing a hand on the small of your back to usher you forwards. Friends. Sometimes you have to remind yourself. As much as you hated it you were a hopeless romantic and your mind played up everything, not everything is like the movies. You blushed nevertheless. When you got to his room he unlocked it and let you inside first. Youâd never been in his room before this moment. It was clean, a poster of a girl in a bikini hung on the wall. It made you laugh slightly. He followed your eyeline and rushed forwards, ripping it off the wall.Â
âSorry.â He says softly, embarrassed as you shake your head.
âItâs fine, Yuji. I have posters on my wall too.â
âOf half naked men?â He jests as you snort, rolling your eyes.
âNo. I was trying to make you feel better.â You say as he stuffs the poster in a drawer.Â
âLet me get you something dry.â He says over his shoulder. The gravity of the moment does not elude you suddenly. He hands you a t-shirt and sweatpants.Â
âIâll let you change in peace.â He says politely.
âYou- you can just turn around. Iâll be quick.â You say, reaching for the hem of your wet shirt. He whips around and in the mirror you can see how red his face was. You giggle silently and change quickly, hanging your wet clothes over the back of a chair. You look down and smile. It was a spiderman t-shirt, Itadoriâs favorite hero. One that reminds you of him. It smelled like him, this whole room did. âOkay, done.â You say as he turns around, you swear you can see his cheeks turn even more red.
âMy clothes suit you.â He says, then realizes what he said and buried his head in his hands.Â
âThank you.â You say softly.Â
âYou should keep the shirt, itâs one of my favorites.â He says as you bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.
âI wouldnât want to take your favorite shirt, Yuji.â
âI want you too.â He says and you can tell he means it. You blush, nodding your head. âHere,â Itadori starts, pulling the covers back on his bed. âHop in, Iâll change and then we can watch a movie or something.â You slide under the covers and face away as Itadori changes. He jumps beside you a moment later, flicking on the tv.Â
âWe could watch spiderman? Iâve never seen it.â You say as Itadori gasps, turning to look at you.Â
âYouâve never seen spiderman? Like any of them?â He asks as you nod your head.
âNone of them.â You say and he doesnât answer you back, just turns back to the screen and flicks on the first spiderman movie. You both settle in the bed and you pull the covers closer to your body, still pretty cold. Itadori notices, he always notices small things.Â
âStill cold?â He whispers. You nod your head and Itadori moves closer to you, sliding an arm around you, pulling you against him. Heâs like a personal heater, his body warm. You gasp, you had never cuddled with a boy. âSorry, is this okay?â He asks and you have to nod your head because you're afraid your voice will betray you. He pulls you just slightly closer and lays his chin on the top of your head. You should be nervous. You had a crush on this boy and right now you were in his arms. But you were utterly comfortable, youâd never felt more safe and secure in your entire life.Â
It was a similar spiderman t-shirt in the window. You blinked a few times and wondered why you were almost in tears. Tonight felt different. You couldnât stop worrying for everyone. Especially Itadori. You wished you were partnered with him. You were dying to know if everything was going okay with him. If everyone was alright. You just had this sick feeling.Â
âMiss?â A voice to your right startles you but your reaction is quick, if it were a curse you wouldâve obliterated them. It was a young girl and her mother. You blew out a breath. You didnât sense any cursed energy near them so you strapped your tool to your belt.Â
âAre you two okay?â You asked as the little girl looked at you with doe eyes, her mother holding her.Â
âAre you here to help us?â The mother asks. You nod your head. âHe said youâd be here soon.â She says as she walks forwards.
âWho?â
âA boy, he had pinkish hair. He was heading towards the lower section.â Itadori. Your face lit up.
âHe was here not long ago?â You ask and she nods her head. You blow out a breath. Getting the smallest bit of information about Itadoriâs well being eased your mind. You escorted the mom and her daughter out of the mall and towards the safe zone where a lot of other survivors were. You remembered your first mission as you headed back into the mall, running the way Itadori had gone.Â
The curse was too strong for your first mission. Youâd almost died. Thereâs a lot of things that goes through a person's mind in these moments but all you could think about was Itadori. You didnât grow up with a loving family, you had no friends to go back to, no one that would miss you if you died. Or so you thought. Youâd packed your bag, made your way out to the car that would escort you to your first mission. You tossed your bag into the trunk and heard your name being called. You turned to see Itadori running faster than youâd ever seen. He was almost just a blur.Â
âYu- oof,â His body slams into yours as he sweeps you off your feet in a bone crushing hug. He spins you around as you giggle.Â
âIâm sorry!â He says as he sets you down. âI almost overslept.â
âOverslept?â You echo as he nods his head.
âI didnât want to miss your sendoff to your first official mission,â He says, ruffling your hair. You blush.
âItâs not all that exciting.â
âYes it is.â He insists. âYouâre gonna kill it. Literally.â He says.
âThanks,â You grin.Â
Itadori couldnât have been more wrong about that statement. It only took four minutes and thirty-six seconds for things to go from exciting to detrimental. The curse had overpowered you, sliced you up in many places, you were losing blood but you were still fighting. Youâd rounded a corner and pressed against the wall. You couldnât stand any longer, your legs giving out as you slid to the floor. First mission failed. Your tool was loose in your hands and you heard it clatter out of your hand onto the floor beside you. You pressed your hand to your stomach and felt something sticky and wet, pain striking through you like lightning. You hissed in pain. If you were going to die it wouldnât be on the floor. Youâd die fighting. You pushed to your feet, heavily relying on the wall. You scooped up your cursed tool and staggered out into the hallway where you saw the curse youâd been fighting standing still before falling to its knees, revealing Itadori just behind it. A fucking superhero. You tool clattered onto the floor startling Itadori. His eyes met with yours, his eyes went wide, taking the sight of you in.Â
âFucking thank god,â You breathed out. You probably looked like a corpse walking.
âOh- y/n,â His voice shakes as he runs forwards catching you before you could slam into the ground. He gently sweeps you into his arms, rushing towards the exit.Â
âI didnât kill it,â You coughed out, hoping a joke would lighten the moment but when you looked up you could see tears in Itadoriâs eyes. You felt shitty for joking.Â
You woke up days later in Shokoâs office. Itadori was snoring softly beside the bed, your favorite book in his hands. You slowly sat up. Your midriff was bandaged as well as your arms. You pushed to your feet and padded across the room to the bathroom, flicking on the light. There was a bandage on your cheek and a few bruises and small cuts on your face. You walked back into the room just as Itadori stretched, startling at the sight of you walking around.
âY/n! You should stay in bed!â He insists, springing to his feet, sliding an arm around your waist.Â
âI feel fine.â You say but heâs pulling you back towards the bed and sitting in it with you. âHow long was I out?â
âA couple days,â Itadori says, worried expression on his face. You smile.Â
âIâm fine. Thanks to you.â
âI shouldâve gone with you.â
âIt was supposed to be my mission, you werenât supposed to go.â
âNo more missions alone. Weâre a pair.â He says, reaching across the space between you both to tuck your hair out of your face.
âYou should probably partner with someone who doesnât get their ass kicked.â You say as he shakes his head.
âI want you. No one else.â He says, sliding his hand against your cheek. âI mean it.â You canât help but smile.Â
âIf you're sure.â
âDeadly sure.â He insists. The conviction in his eyes was serious. You mustâve scared him. You remembered walking out into the hallway, you were covered in blood, you probably looked half dead. That would be a scary sight for anyone.
âIâm sorry if I scared you.â You say, looking away from him for a moment. This moment felt vulnerable.Â
âI was scared. That curse was strong and then you walked outâŚâ He trailed off, his hand falling from your cheek to gently twirl around a lock of your hair.Â
âI feel like a burden,â You say. âYou didnât struggle with that curse at all yet it almost killed me.â Itadoriâs eyes go serious.
âYou are not a burden. Any person on their first mission wouldâve struggled with that curse. It was stronger than predicted.â
âYeah, but-â
âBut nothing. Youâre incredible, youâll see that.â He says, giving you a smile, the first one since you woke up. You nod your head.
âThank you.â You say.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment. Before Itadori speaks again.
âI thought I was going to lose you.â He says, a haunted look in his eyes. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. âAll that blood.â
âIâm sorry,â You say, biting your lip. He jumps forwards and yanks you into a hug, a softer one this time, he still holds you tightly though, as though youâll slip through his hands like sand and be carried away by the wind. You rest your chin on his shoulder and hug him back. âIâm fine now. I feel much better.â You whisper. âThanks to you.â
âIâg go insane if I lost you.â He says. You close your eyes.Â
âI think I would too.â He pulls back suddenly, you both are so close. His eyes flick to your lips before looking back in your eyes.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
âOf course,â You say, ignoring the flips and flutters in your stomach.Â
âDo I have a chance with you?â He asks. It's quiet as you try and understand what heâd just asked you.
âWhat?â
âYou're so smart and cool. I just- I think some moments you might like me back but youâre out of my league and,â Itadori rambles as you hold up your hand.
âYuji, hold on.â You say, taking a moment to let things simmer in your mind. âYou like like me?â
âLove. I love you.â He corrects. Your lips fall open, your brows hiking up.Â
âLoveâŚ?â You say as he nods his head. âYuji-,â
âItâs alright if you donât love me back,â He says. âI donât expect you-â You lean and cut off his words, words you didnât want to hear. You press your lips to his. A soft kiss, that sends butterflies to your stomach, sparkling confetti behind your eyes. Itadori hums contently, his hands sliding up on your jaw, pulling you closer to him. Â
You still feel those same butterflies just remembering months later. You rounded a corner and skidded to a stop. The area was a disaster, as though some fight had just happened. Debris was still toppling over, there were large slash marks in the walls. You walked slowly through the disaster, sliding your cursed tool into your palm. Just to the right there was leaking water flooding out of a bathroom and what caught your eye was the striking image of blood mixed with the water. You swallowed and proceeded forwards. Lights flashed inside as you stepped into the puddles, peeking around the corner. Nothing couldâve prepared you for the sight. You understood immediately how Itadori felt when he saw you covered in blood, staggering along through that hallway. You saw his shoes first, the blood pooling around him. He was propped up against the wall, half his shoulder missing, blood covering his face.
âYuji,â Your own voice sounded foreign as you charged into the bathroom, tears springing to your eyes in an instant as the sprinklers doused you in cold water. He looked dead. Your hands shook. Everything seemed to slow. You two shouldâve been dressed in stupid costumes at a stupid halloween party. Shouldâve been playing beer pong, you two would win, Itadori was great at that game. He wouldâve spun you around so fast after your win, youâd be holding onto the hat on your head laughing. Youâd be damned if the boy you loved died. You felt again for a pulse and felt the faintest of ones. Itadori was a fighter. You couldnât carry him out of here but you could get up to the top and find Shoko. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran as fast as you could. You made it back in record time with Shoko in tow but when you skidded into the bathroom, water splashing against your jeans, Itadori was gone. You should've asked him to promise to stay out of trouble.Â
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Hi Iâve spent the whole day in a&e (and likely being admitted to the ward woohoo) and the only thing thatâs got me through it is stronggg painkillers and your aemond stories so thank you for that. Do you have any more soft aemond with pregnant wife left in you to get me through the rest of my time here???
I thought I would do a part 2 of sorts for the pregnant!reader when she got in the way of Jace's punch during The DinnerTM. It's called "Don't lay a hand on her" on my masterlist under Dad Aemond.
Aemond x pregnant!reader | Aemond gets scared the baby has been hurt | no real danger just reader experiencing some pain and trying to keep Aemond from losing his mind | protective dad/husband Aemond
A sudden sharp pain in your abdomen had you clutching the armchair for support, your gasp of pain not going unnoticed by your husband.
Aemond crossed the room to you in three strides, clasping your elbows with sturdy hands and helping you straighten. "What is wrong? Where is the pain?" Aemond's hand rested atop yours against your pregnant belly. "Is it our baby?" You could already see the stormclouds of anger beginning to darken his face.
"I-ack!" You winced again, trying to downplay the pain as a feeling of panic started to build in your chest. "I'm experiencing mild cramping, that's all."
"It's that Strong bastard's doing."
"Aemond."
"I'll rip his limbs off for this."
"Aemond." You had to seize his elbow to keep him from departing there and then. "Please don't, you'll only make it worse." You let out another strangled cry, Aemond's attention momentarily diverted as your knees buckled under you.
He swore loudly, catching you before you could hit the ground.
You grimaced up at him, his face had lost all the color that remained. "Mind your language, my husband. We don't want the baby learning bad habits before they're born."
"Now is not the time for jest, my love." Aemond guided you to sit upon the sofa, his hand never leaving your stomach. "I will fetch the maester, then I will decide what to do with Jacaerys."
Aemond must have run all the way to the maester's quarters by the speed with which he returned, the harried old man close on his heels, hair mussed and shoes barely on his feet.
The maester fussed over you for many minutes, muttering to himself whilst Aemond paced in front of the doorway.
"Well?" He finally asked, impatiently hovering over the maester's shoulder. "Is she alright? Is the baby?"
You made eye contact with the old man briefly before turning your gaze to your husband's worried face. The maester rose and brushed off his hands on his robe. "There appears to be some trauma, bruising has already begun to form on parts of her body. However, I do not calculate there will be any lasting damage to the baby."
"Bruising?" Aemond seemed a little less tense around his shoulders, but his lilac eye was still aflame with anger.
"Yes, my prince." The maester confirmed. "It will most likely heal in a couple weeks. She should rest for a suggested period of...my prince, where are you going?"
"Aemond!" You called after him, but your husband had already stormed from the room. You sighed, sharing a look with the maester. "This isn't good. Maybe you should have omitted the 'bruising' part."
The maester had long since excused himself and retreated from your chambers before you heard a scuffling and muffled shouting coming from the hallway. You grimaced, conjuring images of what was coming in your imagination.
The door opened and Aemond entered holding a ruffled-looking Jacaerys by the back of his neck like some wayward puppy. The younger boy was struggling against his uncle's iron grip, Aemond shoved him into the room causing Jace to nearly fall on his face in front of where you sat.
"Aemond, is this truly necessary?" You straightened, holding your swollen belly protectively with both hands.
"Necessary." Aemond growled, walking menacingly around to face his nephew. "And long overdue."
Jace looked on the verge of fleeing the room, his brown eyes swiveled between you and Aemond with several conflicting emotions: fear, anger and perhaps guilt.
"Apologize." Aemond commanded, his voice holding the promise of violence. "It will do you some good to at last take responsibility for your actions."
"You aren't my father, I don't answer to you." Jace snapped, quickly taking several steps back as Aemond advanced on him, unsheathing his knife.
"Aemond..." You warned but he wasn't listening.
"It is a pity I have to take upon myself the role of teaching you common courtesy, then. Welp." Aemond hissed through clenched teeth. "Inflicting pain on a pregnant woman and you cannot so much as say you're sorry."
"My parents will hear about this. Daemon will hear about this." Jacaerys stood his ground this time, even as Aemond pressed into his space, looking down his nose at his nephew.
"I welcome it." Aemond twirled his dagger meaningfully before Jace's face. "Now. Will you apologize to my wife for the injuries you inflicted, or will I need to encourage you?"
Jace shared one last glare with his uncle before turning his eyes to your face. He breathed out harshly through his nose. "I am sorry." He gave you a miniscule bow before looking to Aemond with loathing. "There. Is that good enough for you or would you have me flog myself as well?"
Aemond tilted his head as if considering something, his gaze narrowing on Jace's face. "That won't be necessary." He turned his silver head away, sheathing his dagger.
You were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then Aemond struck.
With a movement as sharp and precise as a striking snake Aemond swung a fist, landing a heavy blow across Jacaerys' cheek, sending the boy falling back onto the floor.
"Aemond, no!" With difficulty you rose to your feet, Aemond held out his arm, motioning for you to stay back as he positioned himself between you and Jace.
Jacaerys was groaning and cursing in pain, his hand covering his face, blood from his nose dripping soiling his tunic. "I think you broke my nose!" He staggered to his feet, retreating to the doorway. "You'll pay for that tenfold mark my words!"
"That's right, run away bastard." Aemond jeered after him as Jacaery's fled the room, still clutching his face. "You consider yourself worthy of a dragon? Injuring a pregnant woman and fleeing a fight?" Aemond strode to the doorway, still flinging insults at his nephew. "You are craven and an embarrassment to the Targaryen name!"
"Aemond that is quite enough." You sank back upon the sofa, exhausted from the day's drama. "Why couldn't you have let his parents handle it?"
Aemond lingered at the doorway, staring hard into the now-empty hall. You heard him sigh before he re-entered the room, shutting the door and bolting it behind him. "Those bastards have gotten away with everything since they were children." He came to you.
You opened your knees so he could kneel between them, his hands coming to rest atop your belly.
"They suffer no consequences, nor do their parents. They are able to do whatever they please while we are expected to grin and bear it." You could hear the bitterness in Aemond's voice, his eye holding a faraway expression.
You cupped your hand against his cheek, bringing his focus back to you. "Thank you." You said earnestly, leaning forward until your noses touched. "It is comforting having you at my side."
"At your side." Aemond turned his head, kissing your palm gently. "At you back. Before you. I would burn the world to protect you and our little one."
Your gaze became sad, your eyes flitting to the drops of blood still upon the stone floor. "You might have to."
Aemond pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, his mouth brushing yours as he spoke. "Then it will burn."
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Rules of the bug army house!
Marco walks into their house: Alright bugs sorry to bother you but- *Sees a whiteboard* umm⌠what is that in the wall?
Korey: umm.. So that, thatâs a white board
Emerald: of all the rules we have for the house
Marco: you guys made rules for yourselves?
Chester: Uhh yeah.. We realize we needed it, after a lesson a day of living with each other sooo.. have that
Raine: Yeah and as the time goes on we add to the list, sooo
Calix: itâs been growing
Marco:âŚ.Let me see that
-a few seconds later-
All of the bugs and Marco are sitting down
Marco looking at the list of rules: Rule No.1 No sparing, training, fighting, etc.. after dinner, seems fair enough
Duarte: See, itâs not that bad
Marco: Rule No. 2 Lamia and calamity are not allowed in a room together unsupervised.. also understandable..,
Jemma: see, that was made after they almost blew up the house after the first night
Lamia huffs: I said I was sorry, also he started it *While pointing at calamity*
Calamity: you little-
Marco: Rule No.3 neither Jemma nor Korey are allowed in the kitchen unsupervisedâŚwhy?
Easton: Well Korey would burn the kitchen and jemma canât cook and will burn the food sheâs making into a crisp
Marco:âŚOkay, Rule No.4 Duarte is not allowed to babysit the baby bugs unsupervised..what?
Chester: Well when she does she teaches the baby bugs curse words
Marco shrugs his shoulders: Fair, Rule No.5 if you hear one of the bugs playing in someoneâs room, leave them alone. Okay, I donât understand this one
Malachi: basically means that they are going through it and they need to be left alone
Easton: No question asked
Marco: Rule No.6 Sunday brunch is mandatory- what are these rules!?
Emerald: Sunday brunch is necessary for team bonding, come on Marco
Azren: besides the rules get better trust me
Marco looks at the list: Rule No. 7 if any one dyes their hair red they must only do it in their bathroom
Calamity: Yes, so that was from when I dyed my hair in the kitchen, apparently I got red dye everywhere..
Victor: And it looked like a crime scene
Jemma: Sammy and some of the other bugs was traumatized for days
Marco: Oh my..Okay, Rule No.8 Jemma or Lamia needs to wear gloves every time they sleep
Vincent: yeah we found out after night 3 that they both sleep walkers
Jemma: Iâm NOT a sleep walker!
Chester: Okay then explain why the couch lit on fire last night?
Jemma: I donât know maybe you were dreaming??
Korey: it wasnât a dream if all of us saw it
Marco: Okay moving on..Rule No.9 if anyone hurts one of the bugs or the gator boys, the bugs are allowed to beat that person up
Easton: yeah we made that rule when Jemma almost rip Sammyâs bio momâs hair out
Jemma: đ
Marco: Alright..Moving to rule no.10
Vincent: Oh my divines, this one is my favorite!
Marco: If someone picks up a nerf gunâŚ? Everyone in the same room must immediately pick one up and participate in a nerf..BattleâŚIs that why there are so many nerf guns lying around?
Duarte: Yup and you pretty much keep going until thereâs only one person left standing!
Calix: itâs very intense
Marco: oh okay.. Rule No.11 Sammy is not allowed to have weapons near him
Azren: yeah that rule was made when he accidentally fired a tranquil dart at victor and he was out for days
Marco: Okay, Rule No.12 Azren is not allowed to sleep outside when itâs winter?
Joan: yeah that was after the many times he almost turned into a human shaped ice cube many times
Azren: Hey!
Marco: Alright, Rule No.13 twister is not allowed to be played in the house, why?
Easton: that was because after few games of twister some of us got turn into a human pretzels and took hours to get unstuck
Marco:âŚRule No.14 every week everyone gets to pick a activity to do that week
Amber: me and Lucy made that rule because we thought it was be a fun experience to do everyoneâs activity UwU
Marco: Alright⌠Rule No.15 Jemma is not allowed to use her fire power in the house
Jemma: Yeah that was after I accidentally burned the kitchen because I thought if I use my fire power it would cook the food I was making faster
Duarte: it didnât
Marco: Okay⌠Rule No.16 Monopoly is banned, thatâs a rule?
Chester: Monopoly ruins friendships, Marco
Emerald: Basically Raine way too good at it
Malachi: thereâs also been times when the board had been broken too many times
Vincent: first instance being calamity and the second time Jemma almost beat Raine in monopoly and Jemma accidentally lit the board on fire
Amber: SoâŚ
Azren: The last time we played calamity throw the board game out the window
Marco:âŚOkay, Final rule- Rule No.17 always remember that weâre a team/Family, Aw thatâs pretty sweet
Duarte: that is correct Marco, we have to remember to work together in times like these
Marco: Times like these?, what do you-*Sees that all of the bugs have nerf guns*
Marco: Well is that a nerf gun in your hand�
Nash: refer to rule No.10 Marco
Sammy: if someone picks up a nerf gun, everyone in the same room must pick a nerf gun and participate in a nerf gun battle
Marco: You- Youâre not being seriousâŚ?
Letâs just say a nerf gun battle begin
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A/n: am finally done, this took me three hours to write , also what would you add to the rules?
The bugs in this
Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall
Emerald- @aspenm00n
Chester- @not-5-rats
Raine- @willowve01
Calix- @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid
Duarte- @puffin-smoke
Jemma/Lamia- @diamondzoey
Azren/calamity- @strayharmony943
Sammy- @ccstiles
Easton- @itsargyle
Victor/Vincent- @littlesiren79
Nash- @lightdragon789
Amber- @astralbulldragon13
Malachi- @stxph-artist
Joan- @rustycopper4use
Lucy- @castbracelet240
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The days we have at night
Garfield Logan X Male Reader
Request - Garfield Logan x poison ivy male reader, Gar being absolutely mesmerized by how beautiful reader looks.
Garfield is patrolling the city alone and it's a slow night. He is on the roof and he starts to look down and not many people out tonight. Then he heard a loud noise coming from the laboratory owned by Lex Luthor. Garfield transformed into a cheetah and starts to run towards the laboratory. He noticed the fire on the tenth floor, then he transformed into a hawk and starts to fly. Once inside he transformed back to himself.
He walked towards the vault and you turned around. He is smitten by your looks and he gives you a small smile.
âAnd who are you?â You asked.
âMy-my⌠my well myâŚâ
âDo you have a stuttering problem? You do know they have therapy for thatâ You said.
You start to walk away then he starts to follow you.
âMy name is Beast Boy! But I have to take you to jailâ Garfield said.
You smiled and he likes your smile.
âSorry, but that won't happen. I hate that big companies don't use their resources to help people. So I'm taking it so I can help peopleâ You said.
âWhatâs your name?â Garfield asked.
You used your powers to control the plants from the lab. Garfield transformed into an animal and starts to rip the plants apart, but you managed to escape. He runs outside to try and find you but you are far gone.
âDamn!â Garfield mumbled.
You got away and you go to your hideout. Garfield can't stop thinking about and that was the first time he met you.
ââ
Days and nights went by⌠Garfield kept hoping he would run into you. He doesn't know much about you, the only thing he knows is that you can control plants. Then he starts to think about how to search for you.
âDick, can I use the bat cave computer to do research on someone?â Garfield asked
âYeah, sure. Bruce is away so he won't be back until next week but I will let Alfred know that you will go to the bat caveâ Dick said.
âThanks!â Garfield smiled.
Hours later⌠Garfield went to the Batcave and starts to do research. First, he looked up Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley aka Poison Ivy. She is connected to you then he clicked on your profile. He starts to read your profile and it's kinda long, your picture is on the screen and he takes a picture of it with his phone.
âWho is that?â Dick asked
That made Garfield jump and his heart is racing.
âYou scared me!â Garfield said.
âSorry,â Dick said.
âThat is Y/n. I'm trying to find himâ Garfield said.
âWhy?â Dick asked.
âWhy are you here?â Garfield asked.
âI thought you would need my help, but I guess not. Looks like he went to Arkham Asylum a while back but -â Dick said
âIâm done. I got what I need but thanksâ Garfield said.
He walks away and Dick turns off the computer. Garfield went home and he is looking at your picture and he hopes to find you again.
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Garfield knew where all the bad guys hang out, but he couldn't just go in. So, he asked for a favor from the bartender and he agreed to it. He told Garfield where you will be next and Garfield knows the place. He starts to get ready then he starts to brush his hair. Now, Garfield puts on cologne that he stole from Dick because he always buys expensive brands. He left and headed to Gotham Botanical Garden and He is feeling nervous.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked.
âTo stop you from stealing,â Garfield said.
âI didn't steal anything. I'm just here to take what is mineâ You said.
âDo you want to go on a date with me?â Garfield smiled.
âI thought you were going to arrest me,â You said.
âIâm here alone. I have been trying to find out because I really like you, Y/n. I was hoping we can get to know each other and stuffâ Garfield said.
âWow, I didn't expect this to happen,â You said.
âIt took a while for me to find you. So?â Garfield said.
âOkay, I will go on a date with you,â You said.
âAwesome!â Garfield smiled.
You used the plants to tie him up.
âWhat are you doing?â Garfield asked.
âI will still go on the date with you, but I couldn't risk you stopping me from stealing,â You said.
You walked by him and took his phone from his pocket. Then you typed in your phone number then put it back in his pocket.
âYou should put a code in your phone,â You said.
âBye, Y/nâ Garfield smiled.
You walked away but eventually, the plants let him go.
ââ
You met Garfield at the carnival. When he saw you, he couldn't stop smiling at you. He did stutter a little bit but you want to get to know him. While walking, he gently grabbed your hand. He is happy that you will let him hold your hand.
âThey do sell veggie pizza. Do you like vegan food?â Garfield said.
âYeah, I have tried a few vegan foods. It's hard to find a decent place in Gothamâ You said.
âI know what you mean,â Garfield said.
You and Garfield start to eat the vegan pizza. After that, you and Garfield went to play a few games. You and Garfield get in the bumper cars and you are having fun with him.
Later, you and Garfield went to play basketball. You tried to win a plush shark but you lost
âDonât worry I will win it for youâ Garfield smiled.
You watch him play and he did miss the first shot. But in the end, he did win the plush shark for you.
âThanks. You are really good at basketball. And I'm having fun with you tonightâ You said.
âMe too, Y/n. I'm really glad you said yes to the date. I was so nervous to ask youâ Garfield smiled.
You and Garfield are smiling at each other. Later, you and Garfield sat down by the grass to watch the fireworks. He moves closer to you then you felt his lips on your lips. You start to kiss him back and he has his hand on your thigh.
âDo you want to be my boyfriend, Y/n?â Garfield asked.
âYeah,â You smiled.
He starts to kiss you again.
#titans imagine#Garfield Logan imagine#garfield logan x reader#Garfield Logan x male reader#x male reader#male!reader#male reader#Garfield Logan fluff
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writing this shit so you wont leave me ( go to sleep ) - kitten - house cat - stray cat - big cat - wildcat - purring - sunbathing - hissing - biting - hunting - scratching - meowing - pouncing - claws - whiskers - collar - catnip - pawprints - night vision thats all from me for now I EXPECT AN ANSWER TO EVERY QUESTION!!!! ;333
i love you my bpd prince <33
kitten đ¤ who was your first darling?
you, silly, and you always will be đŤ
house cat đ¤ what kind of attention do you want from your darling?
kâŚkidnapâŚglass cage⌠SORRY IT WAS THE DEMONS AGAIN i loooove when you lay on me and i can brush your prettty hair and and when you stalk me i giggle and blush like a school girl :333 you could put knife to my neck and i would just ask you if we are gonna kiss!!
stray cat đ¤ how do you feel when your darling interacts with others?
it makes me want to kill myself and choke you to death!!! only i should matter to you!! am i not perfect for you!! interacting with others wont happen EVER because i will kill everyone who ever will try to look at you lalalalalala ^___^
big cat đ¤ do you want to control your darling?
âŚi know your location 24/7 and have access to your phoneâŚit speaks for itselfâŚ
wildcat đ¤ what are some fantasies you have about your darling?
you kidnapping me and locking me in the basement after silly me decided to be upset without a reason so i will learn my lesson!! i would only see you and you would take care of me!!! and i wouldnt be allowwd to go outside because people there could stare at me and im just only YOUR doll!! ^-^ or or me choking you until you almost faint!! biting scratching you,, your body is truly the most delicious meal EVER!! i will literally rip you apart and feast on you like a wild beast i deserve it, i want to see you begging and my hands dirty with your blood,, and then i would take care of you because you are such a good boy and make me happy everyday!! i would clean your wounds, kiss them and make your favorite dish!! sorry i went a little bit insane with this sowwy :3
purring đ¤ what are your top love languages?
quality timeâŚand you made me like physicsl touch..i demand back rubs and headpats NOW.
sunbathing đ¤ what would be your ideal hangout or date with your darling?
i only need to see your face to have idea date.
hissing đ¤ are you jealous?
^___^lalalalalala guess !!!!
biting đ¤ does your obsession makes you violent?
âŚ.sometimesâŚbut i control myself when it comes
to youâŚBUT YOU ARE SOOOO ADORABLE I WANT TO EAT YOU ALIVEEEE
hunting đ¤ do you get to find new darling?
NO. i want to get old with you!!
scratching đ¤ how do you cope with toxic urges you have related to your darling?
âŚi dissociateâŚ
meowing đ¤ how do you express your love?
WITH EVERYTHING!! i would buy whole world for you!! write so many letters that my hands fall off!! kiss you so much my lips start to rot!!
pouncing đ¤ do you stalk your darling? if yes, how?
đ¤Ť
claws đ¤ how do you react to any obstacles between you and your darling? what if they cheated?
i destroy every obstacle that comes to our way!! my mom few months wasnt allowinh to sleepovers?? and now?? my friend didnt likr my bf?? i cut them off without a hesitation ^__^ anf if you ever cheat on me i will break wvery bone in your body!! just the thought of it makes me sick!! i wpuld chole you so bad my fists will pierce your flesh and i will watch you bleed out with a smile!!!! i will make sure it will be slow and paintf!! no one will love you like me!! you will die lnowing you hurt only person who only cared about you and loved you so deeply!!
whiskers đ¤ how close are you with your darling?
we are basically tied tigether :3
collar đ¤ whats the worst thing you could do for your darling?
i dont know.. .. i can cut off everyone.. or hurtmyself if it would made him happy
catnip đ¤ what are your favorite things about your darling?
EVERYTHING I LOVE ALL HIS GOOD AND BAD SIDES I LOVE ALL OF THEM
pawprints đ¤ what are your favorite memories with your darling?
our first date⌠>w<
night vision đ¤ do you have dreams about your darling?
YES!! they are my favorite ones..especially the ones where we live together..have small cottage..we have cat opposum..dog..2 rats and we go on forest walks everydYâŚi read books while you sleep on my lap on autumn evevning..i love you so much..
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Smoking Ages You
Kappa Delta Pi was the it place on campus, and I was the king. Michael Webber, Mikey as my friends called me. There I am in the center of our group photo. We were an inseparable group of bros. Porter, Kent, Oliver, Damian, and me. Kings of the campus is what people called us. Could you blame us. We were hot, ripped, and rich, and boy did we love our cigars. Lungs be damned. There was nothing like the deep, rich scent of a perfectly aged cigar.
If there was one thing the girls on campus did not like, it was our unique love of cigars. Many girls actively avoided us. Yes, we never suffered for women, but we never got the cream of the crop. Until one night we managed to score dates with five of the hottest girls from Alpha Salem Theta. After dinner, we were sitting in the senior smoking room of our frat. Five boys with their cigars, whisky, and girls.
âBoys, could you please stop smoking. Itâs disgusting,â said Porterâs date, Amber.
âDonât you know how bad it is for you,â said Damianâs date, Chelsea.
âBoys will be boys. Stupid and idiotic till itâs too late,â said my date, the head of Alpha Salem Theta, Samantha.
âOh, come on babe. Smoking is sexy. We are hot and you know you love it,â I said.
âIâm not your babe. Come on girls. Letâs leave these little boys,â said Samantha.
The five girls got up to leave and started walking towards the door.
My brothers and I pleaded with them to stay, but they wouldnât budge.
âFine! Be that way you stupid bitches. We can have any girls we want,â I said.
Samantha slowly turned around. âWhat did you just call us?â She was furious.
I started to stammer and then Samantha said âGirls, I thought we would let them go tonight, but since they want to be cruel, itâs time they get whatâs coming their way. Boys, SIT!â she commanded.
Suddenly five chairs made their way to the center of the room and we were forced to sit down. We couldnât move. We just kept puffing away at our cigars.
âWhatâs going on! Why canât we move?â said Kent.
âBoys, we at Alpha Salem Theta practice the witchcraft of our sisters of yore that used to reside in Salem. We hate to see people throw away their lives on ridiculous things, such as cigars. You are all hot. You are smart, at least I presume you are, but you are all addicted to cigars. It is embarrassing. You act like a bunch of middle-aged men who have let themselves go. So, if that is how you want to act, why donât you become just that.â
The girls started chanting some weird incantations. We were unable to decipher what they were saying. The wind started whipping and the room turned a vibrant red color. As it crescendoâd, it suddenly stopped.
âHa, it didnât workâ I said.
âJust wait,â said Samantha.
Suddenly Porter started moaning. A rumbling came from his stomach and it started pushing out. His hair turned white and his hairline receded. A bushy beard grew on his face. Everywhere on his body, he gained fat. Wrinkles appeared everywhere and he aged right before his eyes. He looked like he could be 60. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds. His clothes burst at the seams and then they reformed. His blue button down resized to fit his body, his ripped jeans turned into khaki shorts and a belt wove through the loops as his shirt tucked in. All the while he puffed away on his cigar, attempting to scream, but unable to.
We all started panicking, but we couldnât move and we continued to puff away at our cigars.
Kent was next. His stomach pushed out even faster, but didnât grow as large as Porterâs. It almost seemed like he shrunk in height. All of his hair turned white as he aged up and a trimmed beard appeared. His white button down turned into a blue polo and his jeans expanded along with his waistline as a belt appeared. He was the mirror image of his dad.
Oliver aged the worst. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and his beard looked like something George Lucas would sport, but way worse. His jeans turned into dad jean shorts that barely fit his much-expanded waistline. He looked like an old fart that was most comfortable in his recliner. A pair of old man glasses appeared on his face. Tears were streaming down his face, but all he could do was puff.
Damian was so proud of his hair. No more. His hair receded the most, leaving him with just a ring of hair. His face hardened with age as his beard grew in. His button down turned into a white tank top tucked into his jeans as his beer belly hung over his belt. He looked like trailer trash. He went from modeling for A&F to modeling for Medicare. His flabby arms were revolting.
âAnd finally, for the finale, the great Mikey Webber gets taken down a peg, or five, Samantha said.
It felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach rumbled so badly. Then it started growing, and growing, and growing. All the buttons popped off my shirt. My pant seams ripped. All of my hair fell off my head. I could see it on the floor around me. I was crying. I felt myself gain a second and a third chin. I had to be fatter then all my brothers. A blue button down formed over my body, and the ugliest pair of khaki shorts appeared on my body. I looked like Tony Soprano, but 10 times worse. Finally, it stopped, but it was too late. I was a man far past his prime. A tub of lard.
All of the girls laughed. âGood luck boys, with your new lives. Too bad no one is going to know who you are. Bye!â All of the girls left. We all slowly stood up and felt our new ages. Back pain and arthritis.
âMy hair. Itâs gone. Iâm old. We are all old. How are we going to get girls now,â said Damian.
âThatâs not our biggest problem. We need to find a way to switch back,â said Oliver.
Suddenly, Henry, the Junior class president walked in and started yelling. âWho the hell are you. Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. Creepy old men.â
We tried explaining who we were, but to no avail. Eventually we gave up and trudged downstairs and out of the frat without any of our belongings. We walked till we found an empty front porch. I sat down, trying to come to terms with what happened. We looked at our IDâs and it still showed our old lives, meaning that no one would ever believe us when we explained who we were.
âWhat the fuck are we going to do. We look like peopleâs dads. No one is going to believe who we are,â said Porter.
âShut up. Just let me think. We will just have to convince the girls to change us back. Just let me finish my cigar,â I said. We all stayed on that porch, smoking our cigars, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this mess. Little did we know, we were stuck like this forever, and our problems had only just begun.
#age progression#male body transformation#cigardaddy#beer gut#fat belly#old man#cigar#frat boy#young to old
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Be My Valentine - 6
Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss
Soulmates AU (G) 1.3k
Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles
There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him.Â
OR
Harry just changed schools, and finding his soulmate wasn't what he expected at all
No warnings!
A/N: I am back at it with the Oops, Hi! Headcanon. Iâm obsessed. Sorry not sorry. For the purpose of this fic, lets assume H and Lou are the same age. Also i wandered into the love at first sight category instead of first love but eh. As always, huge thank you to Akeyla for this fest! <3
Title from 1d's 'Last First Kiss'
Harry brushed his fringe aside, digging his other hand awkwardly into the pocket of his jeans. âI know, mum,â he said, doing his best to keep his voice level, not wanting her to sense his apprehension and fear. âIâll keep my nose clean, Iâll behave, drink water and message you when I leave. Donât worry, Iâll be responsible,âÂ
âWhen are you not, baby?â Anne smiled, reaching up to adjust his hair for him, Harry already gangling over her at 16.Â
âOh, donât cry mum,â Harry said, scrunching his face up as he furtively looked around to see if anyone had noticed them yet, âItâs not like itâs my first day of school or anything. Itâs just a new one. Iâll survive,âÂ
He wasnât sure he would. Moving here hadnât been easy. Holmes Chapel had been so small, everything was so familiar. Everyone had known everyone else, and Harry had had his own group of friends.Â
Heâd have to start over again, and this school was so much bigger. Swallowing down his worries, he smiled and waved goodbye to his mum, walking into the big brick building, looking around from the admin block as he passed through the huge glass doors.
A couple of minutes later he was standing in front of another set of double doors. He quickly glanced up at the room number, cross checking it with the time table clutched in his hand. He could peep through the little glass inlays in the door and see people moving around, but he didnât want to take any chances.Â
Sure that it was, indeed, the room he was supposed to go to for his first period drama class, he pushed the door open, eyes catching at the grey anchor on his wrist. He tugged the sleeve of his jacket down as he entered.Â
It wasnât exactly like he was ashamed to know he had a soulmate, many did, but he didnât want it advertised in front of everyone. He shivered a little at the prospect as he made his way to the back of the class, the entire room empty with all the desks pushed up to the sides.
Everyone was loud enough to not have noticed him when he entered. Many were grouped together, going through what seemed like lines. There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him.Â
He pulled his eyes away, wondering if there was some pre-requisite reading he had somehow missed out on. He set his bag down on a desk as he leaned against it, riffling through his bag to check if he had actually missed something. The last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression on the first day.
âHi,â he heard a soft voice to his left and whipped around, mind already reeling with how he had practiced he would introduce himself. All thoughts vacated his head at the sight in front of him. It was Beanie-Boy. He could see his eyes more clearly now and was seized with an inane urge to rip his glasses off and just stare at his eyes.Â
His gaze wandered up to the feathery bits of hair peeking out from under his beanie and found himself wondering why Beanie-Boy covered everything up. His hair looked very soft and Harry wondered what it would feel like between his fingers,
He was jerked out of his reverie when the other boy cleared his throat, blushing.
âOops,â he mumbled, âI didnât mean to stare, I just-â he held out his hand, shooting him a small smile. âIâm Harry,â
âLouis,â Beanie-Boy smiled back and Harry barely had time to notice that there was a grey mark circling his wrist before he felt his own burning up. He glazed down at his hand shoved into the pocket of his jacket and oh-
The anchor was getting darker.
Louis was frowning down at his own hand, and Harry stared at him for a moment before the realization hit him.Â
âIs that an anchor?â Louis said, voice low enough that Harry had to lean forward to hear. Louisâ eyes were now fixed on Harryâs jacket.Â
âYeah,â Harry breathed out, too dumbfounded to say anything else.Â
âOh my god,â Louis exclaimed, âI- mineâs a rope. I always thought it was a bit stupid. Like- i was tied up or something but I-â he broke off, staring at Harryâs face now and Harry felt a bit warm, blushing a deep red.Â
âWeâre soulmates?â they both said simultaneously, Harry sounding like he was in disbelief, Louis nothing but overjoyed.
âThis is not how I pictured my first day going,â Harry admitted with a sheepish chuckle, letting go of Louisâ hand almost grudgingly.
âMe neither, Curly. But I like it,â Louis grinned and Harry found himself a lot more flustered than the nickname called for.Â
The door swung open and everyone hushed, lining up against the walls as the teacher walked in.Â
âWhat say, Curly?â Louis smiled, taking Harryâs left hand in his right and leading him to the back of the class, rope lining up with the anchor perfectly. Harry smiled at the sight. âBowling sounds good?â
âYeah,â Harry smiled back, biting his lip as he tried to disguise the look on his face. âBowling sounds great,âÂ
He couldnât wait for the day to end.
âI canât believe this is all actually happening. I mean, if you would have told me back then- when I joined, I mean- that I would be at prom with my soulmate. I wouldnât have believed it,â Harry whispered to Louis, looking down at their joined hands. Louis turned his head to press his lips against Harryâs temple, leaning the chair onto its back back feet as they watched the rest of their year dancing.Â
âMe neither,â Louis said, and Harry couldâve sworn he could hear the smile in his voice, âI mean when I saw you coming in, looking around and like- you thought no one noticed you,â he chuckled, âHave to be blind to not notice you, by the way. Iâd made up my mind already, but to⌠see our marks. We were always meant to be,â
Harry flushed, batting his free hand weakly against Louisâ thigh. âStop being so over the top,âÂ
âIâm not!â Louis protested, âWeâre literally soulmates!â
âDoesnât mean you have to be soppy,â Harry giggled, flushing despite his words.
Louis paused for a moment, and Harry raised his head off Louisâ shoulder, a little concerned as he tried to read his expression in the dim lighting.Â
âI love you, Haz,â Louis said softly,
Harry smiled back at him, tilting his head to the side and watching him for a few moments before leaning in for a soft kiss. âI know. Weâve been over this,â he quipped, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, ducking when Louis made to ruffle his hair.Â
âHey, it took me hours to get my hair right,â he giggled, slightly out of breath, âNow will you ask me for a dance already,â he smiled, getting up with his fingers still linked with Louisâ.
Louis shook his head fondly as they made their way to the centre of the floor, looping his hands around Harryâs waist as they turned to face each other, moving slowly. The younger boy rested his head on Louisâ shoulder.
âI love you, Louis,â he whispered.Â
âI love you too, baby. Weâve been over this,â
A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated đ
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The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 02 of 13}
Billy Hargrove X Older!Reader
Word count: 2 K
Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirting with you... Much less than Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...
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{Stranger Things Masterlist}
A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.
The Stupid Game
âHe failed on purpose!â You burst out the moment you reach Tanya's table, dropping your bag on the empty chair next to you and sitting down across from her. The couple on a nearby table turns a little to look at you. âCan you believe it?â
Tanya puts her cup down, raising both hands at you. âIt's barely ten in the morning. Slow down and explain to me what happened.â
âBilly Hargrove.â Showing off the papers, you speak his name slowly as if it explained everything. âWe had five meetings scheduled, then a quiz, and if he went well, he wouldn't need me anymore. But he failed. On purpose.â You're perplexed, furious even. After all the time you spent helping him, the guy does this? Is he stupid or something?
âHow do you know it was on purpose? And why do you have his test in the first place?â
No, you couldn't have his test, but who cares? âThat's not the point! Look.â Tanya gives you a weird glance before taking the test and starting to read it. âSo he marked option B on all the questions?â She shrugs. âMaybe he just thought it was the right answer.â
âLook beneath the last question.â
She passes the pages, and you know when she sees it because she raises her eyebrows. âA winky face.â
âA freaking winky face!â Throwing your hands in the air, you lean back on the chair. âWhat the hell is he doing? Trying to get my attention or something?â
âWhy would you think that?â She hands you back the test.
âBecause I think he flirted with me.â Crossing your arms, you look down for a while.
âWait, wait, wait.â She giggles, pinching her eyebrows together. âYou think? Why do you think that?â
â...Because after our last meeting, he said a lot of stupid things. And when I asked, he said he was hitting on me.â Speaking slowly, you focus on her face, waiting for a reaction. But it doesn't come. Tanya seems... Normal. Not completely shocked as you expected. âSo?â
âSo you think he flirted with you?â
âLook, that's not the point. Billy is the perfect bad boy, so he probably won't be into me for too long. And even so, there's a massive age difference... Anyway...â Sighing, you run a hand through your hair. âHe can't do this. He can't fail on purpose and I'll rip his eye off for it.â
âAge difference?â
âTanya, focus.â
âYou said half a million things, I'm only analyzing it piece by piece.â She explains herself, quickly fixing her light brown hair in a ponytail. âWhat age difference?â
You love Tanya. The two of you paired up on the first day of college, and her advice is good. But that's not what you need to think about. Or not what you want to think about. But since she won't let it go until you talk about it, you decide to just be done with it. âI'm five years older than him, in case you never made the math.â
Tanya shrugs in a dismissive manner, taking another sip from her coffee. âSo he's eighteen. It's completely legal.â
âOh, my God, Tanya!â Your cheeks heat up and for some unknown reason, your heart starts beating a little faster. The last thing you wanna think about is... This. âEighteen isn't a magical number. Just because he's eighteen it doesn't meanââ
âAt eighteen we are legally considered adults. And five years isn't that much.â
âTanya, for goodness sake, that's not the point.â With both hands on your head, you sigh.
âLook, the guy is trying to get your attention, that's obvious. He did that to get spend more time with you.â She plays with a finger, pointing at your face with a smirk on her lips. âSo you gotta go and tell him how stupid this game is.â âOh, honey, I will.â
âAnd tell him that he'll have to do something way better to get your attention, sister.â Tanya winks at you, and you roll your eyes. âI know you're not into quick relationships but I don't see the problem with just hanging out with a handsome guy and having fun.â
'As if I'd ever consider hanging out with a kid.â Taking your bag, you stand up. âI'll stop by the campus to retrieve a book and after that, I'll speak to Billy the idiot Hargrove.â Blowing her a kiss, you walk away.
âFirst of all...â She says, and you stop, turning around to look at her. âBeing eighteen means he's an adult, that's a fact that you can easily check. And second, Billy definitely doesn't look like a kid. You can't deny it.â
âYeah, I noticed. He's hot. But it doesn't change anything.â Waving at her, you decide not to think about Billy anymore. At least not until you meet him again.
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This time, you wait for him standing by your car. You know he has to take his sister home before coming back, so there's no reason to stay inside. And you don't want anyone else to hear what you have to say.
When you see his Camaro, you take a deep breath. He parks closer this time, taking one of the free parking spots reserved for teachers and staff. He's a rule breaker, that much you know.
âHi, there,â Billy says with a smile, but you don't even move from your position, resting against the hood of your car.
âYou failed on purpose.â You go straight to the point, handing the test over to him. âAnd don't even try to fool me, I'm not stupid.â
Billy takes the test from your hands, not even looking at it. âSo you noticed.â
âOf course I noticed. After all the time I invested in you, I can't believe you did that. On purpose. And drew a winky face.â You raise your voice a little, hands on your hips.
âWhy are you so mad? It's just a test and I know I can do better.â He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his face. âI just needed more time with you.â
âYou failed a test so you'd spend more time with me?â Kinda sucks to know that Tanya was right. âThat's the stupidest thing I've ever seen!â You're almost yelling, so you take a look around before lowering your voice and stepping closer to him. âI know guys like you don't give a shit about school, but if you keep doing that to get the attention of every girl you wanna go out with, you'll be held back and end up doing senior year all over again.â
âI only did that because I know I can recover, I'm not that stupid.â He seems a little insulted, and that's good. You need to speak some sense into his head. âAnd you made it clear wouldn't go out with me if I asked so I had to guarantee we'd have a bit more time.â
What the hell? Did you hear it right? Blinking a few times as your brain struggles to process what he just said, you gasp, running a hand through your hair. âWhy do you even want to go out with me?â You were caught off guard again. You're not the type of girl to fall for someone's charm, not even Billy's. He is very handsome, but a guy needs more than that. And even so, there are just too many things standing in the way of any kind of... A deeper relationship with him. Out of the question. âAs I said, I'm way older than you. And we're very different. I'm not into a one-time thing and I have heavy baggage...â Taking a deep breath, you throw a hand in the air. âYou should put your efforts into someone your age.â
âGod, you speak like you're twenty years older than me.â He scoffs, blue eyes fixed on you. Billy raises his hand, wiggling his fingers a little. âFive years, (Y/N). Stop being so dramatic over five damn years.â
âSo now I'm being dramatic?â Chuckling out of nervousness, you step aside, putting some distance between the two of you. âI'm just using my head, Billy. Something you're not used to.â
âOuch.â
âDidn't mean it like that. Ugh!â Covering your face with your hands, you put your thoughts together. âI tend to overthink, ok? Told you, huge baggage.â
âLook, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I almost had a mental breakdown the first time I saw you.â
âI know you say that to every girl, Billy.â Moving closer to your car, you wonder if you should just go. But then you remember he just got three more tutoring meetings with you because of that stupid test. So you're stuck with him anyway, for an hour.
âWould you listen first?â He snaps, and you raise an eyebrow, turning to face him again.
âFine.â You breathe out, tired of this argument already.
âAs I told you before, I don't have to compliment the girls I go out with. I just have to talk to them, set a time and place and-â
âSpare me the details, alright?â Cutting him off, you make a disgusting face, looking away from him.
âThe point is, I don't have to tell them they're pretty, or hot or anything. It's just not necessary. But you... I want you to know.â Billy smiles, and you find yourself looking. Staring. Admiring... This smile is different and is genuine. And his lips are beautiful. Raising your eyes to meet his blue ones again, you blush, because you're sure he noticed where you were looking at. âAnd there's this... thing I feel about you. I have no idea what it is, but it's definitely something. And I wanna know what it is. As simple as that.â
You have no idea what to say. What are you supposed to answer? Where is Tanya to solve mysteries like this when you need her? âWell, I'm not going out with you.â You spit out because a date with Billy is... Out of the question. âWe could hang out as friends, but not alone. And no fake <'friendly hang out'> when it's actually a double date. Nothing like that.â
Billy narrows his eyes a little and paces around. âDamn it.â He mutters under his breath.
âSorry, but that's everything I can do. Going out as friends and... Talking, chatting, like two normal people.â You're using the word <friends> way too much.
But the question that doesn't leave your mind is: How much of what Billy said is true? And is it the same for you? Around him, you do feel a... Thing. A pull. His eyes have this electricity, but you're sure it's just because he's handsome. You're still a girl, and girls get nervous around handsome guys. That's only normal.
âThat's not it.â He finally says after a while. âI heard my dipshit stepsister talking with her friends about going to the quarry on Saturday for some science stuff. The party is a small army so they won't fit all in one car, so she said something about needing another adult to drive them.â
âAnd?â
âI'm willing to... Offer to take her there you come with me. With us. Because we wouldn't be alone.â
âAnd why are you talking like this is such a great sacrifice?â Crossing your arms, you wonder if you should accept the invitation. He did come up with something really quick so that probably means he wants to go out with you. Can you assume that? Can you assume that about someone with his reputation?
âBecause I don't enjoy spending my Saturday surrounded by nerds.â He sighs, jerking his head at you. âSo? What do you say? Wanna babysit them with me? And whoever will drive the other half of the kids?â
You should say no. You should just end this right here, right now. But if you go, and spend some time with him, and actually talk, he'll realize sooner or later you're not what he's looking for.< If >he's even looking for something. âFine.â You say, nodding. âFine, Billy. Now let's get inside, we need to go through your test.â
âActually, do you have a pen?â
Opening your bag, you quickly find one, handing it over to him. Billy uses the hood of your car as a table, quickly reading the questions and writing over them. After a couple of minutes, he gives you the paper, and, much to your surprise, he got almost everything right. âYou only got four questions wrong.â âWell, I did fail on purpose. But since I got three more meetings, you better teach me something.â He gestures at the school and, biting back a smile, you start walking.
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âMaxine,â Billy calls as soon as he gets home. He can't even believe what he did, but it's too late to take it back now. He never thought he'd do something like that, agree to stay around the stupid kids just because of a girl. When the idea popped up in his head, he was genuinely perplexed. But it was the easiest way, and he wouldn't have to make something up with someone else just to convince her to come.
âWhat?â She yells from her bedroom, making Billy roll his eyes.
He makes his way there, pushing the door open. âI'll drive you to the quarry on Saturday. Just leave the passenger seat free because I'm taking someone with me.â
Maxine looks at him with a stupid face on. âYou're gonna do what?â
âLast time I checked you weren't deaf.â âI don't want you there. You'll ruin the mood.â She looks down at her book again, taking notes in an old notebook.
âLook, I'm not asking. I told this girl I'd drive you and your gang there, and she said she'd come. So that's what it's gonna happen, so at least pretend to be thankful.â And he leaves, straight to his room, pushing the door close with a loud thud.
Billy can't remember the last time he did something he didn't like because of a girl. Wait. He never did anything he didn't want to do because of a girl. They never deserved such an effort, so why now? What is different now?
Billy takes a shower, trying to understand what's going on. It doesn't help, and by the time he had dinner and is locked in his bedroom again, he still doesn't have an answer. The only thing he knows is that (Y/N) is constantly in his mind, ever since he first saw her. He likes her voice, her bright eyes, and her smile has this shine he has never seen before.
This girl has a magnetic field of her own, Billy thinks as he tries to sleep. And its pull is strong. It just now hits that he didn't even ask if she has a boyfriend, but if she did, she'd tell him that right away. And now, he wonders why (Y/N) doesn't have anyone. Heavy baggage, she said. Well, Billy has one of his own, a past he doesn't like to visit or talk about. So he understands.
With all these thoughts in his head, he ends up dreaming about her.
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howdy i've never done anything like this before but i am nothing if not a snowjanus shipper so here's my offering for day 1 of snowjanus week tehe (wrote this in like 30 mins so it's not my best rip)
no warnings or anything, word count 621
sticky fingers (snowjanus week day 1)
coriolanus snow does not do messy.
so when sejanus plinth showed up that fateful school dayâwith his bag of gumdrops in hand and his sticky fingersâcoriolanus tried to steer clear. as if it wasnât bad enough that he was district, he had to be dirty too. how many times had his grubby hands been in that bag? and after the boy shoveled a handful of the gumdrops into his mouth just to reach for more, coriolanus knew heâd never go near the things.
unfortunately, it was as if coriolanus was a magnet for the kid, who was velcroed to his side before he knew it. he became the boys unofficial guide to the new school, so sejanus and his sticky fingers followed coryo around like a puppy for the entire day. coryo did his best to be as cordial as possible; not bullying like the rest of the students, but not being overly friendly. and every single time sejanus held out his bag of gumdrops for coryo to freely take from, he vehemently refused despite the growling in his stomach.
it was the dullest day imaginable, of course, giving sejanus many free moments to poke and prod coriolanus about his life. the district boy clung to any answer coryo would give, hanging on his every word, sharing anecdotes about his own life as well.
this is what i get for being nice, coriolanus thought as the boy tried to offer him candy again for the millionth time. when he, again, politely declined, sejanus looked sad but said nothing else.
when the school day finally ended, coriolanus seemed to have shaken the curly haired kid at one point or another and was decidedly glad that he could walk home in peace. that was until he walked out the front doors and saw a group of boys surrounding sejanus, laughing at him. coryo groaned internallyâkeep walking, itâs none of your businessâbut he looked up at just the wrong time. he made eye contact with sejanus now, whoâd been shoved to the ground and was blubbering, making the bullies laugh even harder. ugh.
coriolanus changed course, heading straight for the group.
âhey, just leave him be,â he heard himself say, putting his body in between sejanus and the group of boys. âhe didnât do anything to you.â
there were a few snickersâoh coryoâs got himself a little boyfriend!âbut after enough time they grew bored of coriolanus blocking their access to sejanus and filtered out, with vague threats of being back to mess with the boy again tomorrow. coryo turned to sejanus and, after coming to peace with the idea in his mind, reached out a hand to help him up.
sejanusâ sticky hand gripped his, and he pulled the boy up to his feet. he even bent over to pick up the fallen bag of candy that was somehow even stickier than sejanusâ hands. the whole affair had coriolanus wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and wash his hands, but instead he walked sejanus home. it didnât even seem to faze him that, during the walk, sejanusâ hand snuck back into his and stayed there until they arrived at their destination.
âthank you for being so nice to me today,â sejanus muttered when theyâd finally reached his front door. he shifted awkwardly and offered up the bag of gumdrops. âyou can keep âem.â something about the boy looked so earnest, so vastly different from anything coryo had ever seen, that he found himself accepting the bag and reaching in to take a few. as he walked home with his candy and his sticky fingers, heâd come to find the idea of sejanusâ messâŚtolerable.
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