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alldoll3dup · 4 months

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Hii!! This is my first time doing this so I hope I'm doing it right 💀 If you're still available for requests, I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a one-shot (whichever you like more) for a gn or fem reader that's best friends with Velvet and Veneer and is also a famous singer?

If you need a little more inspiration, maybe they would've met at an award show or something similar. I feel like Veneer would be the first to become friends with the reader and then Velvet would become a little more approachable and friendly. Or maybe they were both fans of each other and became fast friends and eventually besties.

Or if you have your own ideas, write those instead! Whatever you choose to do, I'll be happy with! I love them so much and your previous writings have fueled my obsessed brain 😅

I hope you have a good day!! And thank you so much!! 💖

▐ Omg hey of course i can do it, thank you very much, your idea is really good and i will love to write it!

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet and Veneer x famous!Reader - Headcanon's/one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were a famous artist and at an award you met the famous twins Velvet and Veneer and maybe you three became best friends

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, swearing

★ ONE SHOT ★

- You were a famous artist, known for your addictive and amazing songs

- So because of your undeniable talent you were invited to an awards ceremony, you were very excited thinking about the artists you could meet there

- So the day of the big awards event finally arrived, you talked to several famous stars until you noticed a big commotion around two people

- They were the twins Velvet and Veneer, you admired them a lot and wondered if you would have the chance to talk to them

- A few minutes passed and you had to go straight to a stage with other artists and the twins were there too

- The awards started when it was your turn and you ended up bumping into Veneer (who almost fell in the ground )

"Oh my god sorry! WAIT You're Y/N?" - you looked at him a little confused

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry for bumping into you" - You scratched your head in embarrassment, your first time talking to him was already a disaster

"I've already listened to your songs, they're A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, my sister didn't want me to talk to you because you're an 'adversary', but look, call this number when you're free, kay? Bye bye" - and then Veneer walked away normally and you were perplexed

- On stage you received some awards and lots of applause and when the event ended you were still thinking about what Veneer had said, did he liked your music? Unbelievable

- When you got home you called the number and it was Veneer's number, you and him talked for hours about many things

- You and Veneer became friends very fast so he asked you to go out together, you, him and Velvet, you just thought how unbelievable that was if that was a dream you didn't want to wake up

- Then the day came when you met again, Veneer immediately greeted you while Velvet looked at you with disdain and crossed arms.

"Y/N we have so much to talk about! Let's go"

"Ugh what a nonsense"

- When Veneer left your side for a while, Velvet immediately looked at you with disdain and held your face for you to look at her

“You may fool my foolish brother, but you won’t fool me, don’t try to draw attention to yourself, get out of my way.”

"No, it's nothing like that, I admire you two a lot, I didn't want to give you that impression"

- Then Veneer comes back with some random stuff and you feel a little embarrassed.

"Hey is something wrong going on Y/N?"

"No, it's fine..."

- You spend the rest of the day trying to please Velvet and Veneer, but Veneer doesn't quite understand your sudden change in mood

- At the end of the day you say goodbye and when you open your cell phone you are bombarded with messages from Veneer

★ Veneer Bestie

- Girl are you okay? You looked so uncomfortable

- Something happened?

- I'm going to hit whoever messed with you 😈

It's okay I just think your sister dont like me 😭 -

- She doesn't like anyone lMAO 💀💀💀

- Just wait a while, someday she will trust you

- So every day you became closer to them and one day Velvet finally gave in

"Lest do a feat with me, you and Veneer" - she said crossing her arms

"Oh my god???? Yes I thought you would never ask"

"First I'm not asking, I'm ordering, secondly, don't think we're friends, I just liked your voice a little"

- You released your first feat together and it literally blew up, you were the most talked about at the moment

- You were the trio of the moment!

★ HEADCANON'S ★

- You are always together at events, always laughing and gossiping about everyone around you

- Velvet is very cruel, but sometimes she treats you well, Veneer is super kind

- Velvet definitely posts a lot of photos of the three of you together

- Since you are their best friend, they are very supportive of your career as you are of theirs

- Did you post a new song? They disclose

- Did they post a new song? You disclose

- You three are literally the trio goal of most mount rageons

- When you're with Velvet you're are both cruel judgers making fun of any idiot , especially when you two are angry or disgusted (but Velvet is much more aggressive)

- When you're with Veneer, sometimes you have to stand up for him otherwise he just lets it go (even if it's a very offensive thing)

- The three of you together are complete chaos, you have the funniest moments together

- Literally the presence of the three of you together is devastating, funny and chaotic

- Definitely a fan created a channel on youtube of "Best moments of the chaotic trio"

- You guys spend a lot, but like A LOT of money when you're together

"Look Y/N this suits you! I'm going to buy all of them" - she said with the ugliest thing she found in the store

"Oh how cute I need this!" - he said with the most useless thing in his hand that he will never use but it's super expensive

"My God, you guys are wasting money machines "

- Definitely have sleepovers and Velvet always puts on the worst horror movie possible

- And even so, Veneer is scared to death, all covered up, holding onto your arm while Velvet slaps you because she only knows how to laugh by hitting (and like a trapped goose)

"Dammit Velvet stop hitting me!”

"HWHWYWUWJSHEG *trapped goose sounds* I CANT"

"Y/N HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE I WANT TO STOP WATCHING BUT I CAN'T!"

- You and Velvet start laughing together and Veneer gets sulky and stomps away

"I AM SORRY VENEER JSHSHSJSJHDBDL"

"I won't forgive you Y/N" (two minutes later he forgets)

- If any insect comes near you three, you will have to kill it because Velvet is disgusted and Veneer is afraid

"LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING THING KILL IT!" - Velvet screams going behind Y/N

"KILL IT NOW WHAT IF THIS MONSTER TAKES OVER OUR HOUSE?!" - Veneer says desperately behind Y/N

"Relax, you two, it's just a spider" - you pick it up on paper and in a jar and put it outside

- After you leave, Velvet will "accidentally" step on the poor spider

- And this is your normal day to day as the best trio of Mount Rageous

▐ Hello y'all, this was just so fun to write omg

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ★

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls velvet #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #trolls veneer #velvet x reader #veneer x reader #trolls headcanons #headcannons #oneshot #fem reader

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maochira · 2 months

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Hii I hope you're doing well🫶🏽

Can I request raichi, shindo , kaiser, Ness and gagemaru with a younger gn!sibling when they're like at a hotel and they're doing like at hotel stuff

like running up and down the hall together, waking up to get breakfast, going to the pool

You can also add the dad coaches too

Have a good one!!

I'm only doing the big bros for this request because I have many other requests for the dad coaches!!

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, the sillies

Raichi

-the type of big brother who snores and will barely let you fall asleep but the moment you make a noise he scolds you as if you were a little child

-he refuses to go anywhere without you. He always drags you along because he thinks it's boring to do something on his own when on vacation

-every evening you two get a lot of snacks and funky drinks from a nearby store and watch a movie together (after arguing about which one for almost an hour)

-as much as you love each other, you tend to get into fights more often than at home because you're constantly around each other and getting on each other's nerves

-also, sometimes you provocate each other intentionally but that never ends up in an argument

Shidou

-he eats all the snacks you brought if you only look away for a second

-when you're upset he pretends to not have eaten them and tries to gaslight you into thinking you ate everything

-that obviously doesn't work. So to apologize he buys new snacks (and ends up eating half of them)

-you spend most of your time at the pool and come up with silly games to play together!!

-Shidou likes to pick you up and throw you into the water without warning. Sometimes he picks you up and jumps into the water with you in his arms

-he also constantly wants to do swimming races with you because he can't go a single day without getting competitive over something with you

Kaiser

-he only wants to relax and not do anything, but constantly gets dragged into the pool by you

-he doesn't want to admit how much fun it is and pretends to be annoyed

-every evening, he takes you to a nice restaurant and always pays for everything because your brother just loves to spoil you

-no matter how much you beg, nothing will ever be enough to get Kaiser to come along to the beach with you. He hates the feeling of sand on his feet and he knows you'd put sand into his hair as soon as you get the chance

Ness

-he always wakes up earlier than you, so he uses that time to order breakfast so you can eat together when you wake up

-he's open to doing whatever you want. All he cares about is his beloved little sibling having fun

-you and Ness always try your best to avoid being around your parents and older siblings. You just know they'd ruin your fun because they think you're childish

-most of your day isn't spent at the hotel because of that, but rather at the beach or in the city. You only have to be with the rest of your family at dinner because your parents insist on eating together every evening

Gagamaru

-he always sleeps in and only wakes up early noon. But you do the same. Because both of you spent way too much time talking about the manga you're currently reading until 4 am

-both you and Gagamaru can eat A LOT so you're the worst enemies of the all-you-can-eat buffets in the area

-your brother always wants to explore the nature around the hotel. He doesn't like swimming in pools and prefers the beach or a lake

-one time he was like "I heard there's a nice area nearby" then spent three hours dragging you through the city until you arrived at a forest. At the end of the day you were too tired to walk back and wanted to call a taxi but your brother just ended up carrying you back to the hotel

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #jingo raichi x reader #raichi x reader #ryusei shidou x reader #shidou x reader #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #gin gagamaru x reader #gagamaru x reader

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silverskye13 · 1 year

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"I think you're just being paranoid dude."

"Of course I'm paranoid. (I've been paranoid since we met)."

"Yeah yeah, I get that. I just mean that this time you're like, irrationally paranoid."

"I don't think so. (Isn't all paranoia by definition irrational)?"

Tango huffed out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

Tango and Tanguish walked side-by-side through the shopping district, moving quickly, trying not to be seen. Tango had yet to explain to the rest of the server that he and his hels were on speaking terms - friendly speaking terms - and the chances of Tanguish getting attacked just because of proximity were relatively high. Besides, Tanguish didn't really know where he was going. (Neither did Tango, but being generally lost together was better than being generally lost alone, so they traveled together.)

"I feel like I'm allowed to be worried," Tanguish said defensively, sweeping his gaze around the empty shopping district again. Most of the hermits were currently in the TCG pyramid battling it out. Something about addictive card games. Tanguish had never been big into those. Stealing cards was a gamble that rarely paid off. "He's been gone for three days."

"Yeah, and like I said, Welsknight has been off the server for months," Tango shoved his hands in his pockets and walked a little faster, his blue flame flickering a little brighter as he went. "Helsknight is probably just making up for lost time."

"For three days?" Tanguish countered, sculk-fuzzed eyebrows raising. "That's excessive."

"They used to fight like cats and dogs, dude."

"Yeah but it was always like, you know, disappear for an hour, die, poof back, kinda deal. Not just..." Tanguish flailed his hands at the air, demonstrating the current situation. "For three days."

In the distance, a massive octopus build loomed, it's tentacles slowly furling and unfurling like it was feeling the air. Just past it, nestled alone against the beach, was either the world's smallest castle, or the world's most castle-shaped house. Welsknight's house. It was incredibly on brand. Tanguish wondered why Helsknight never bothered to build a house like it in hels. Then again, Helsknight had never been big on decoration and comforts... or really anything that wasn't strictly utilitarian.

"Maybe they've gotten really bad at killing each other?" Tango asked with a shrug. "They're kind of out of practice."

"Helsknight fights people every day," Tanguish shook his head. "He's plenty good at killing people."

"Have we talked about your ability to pick out good friends? Like seriously talked about it?"

"Hels is a good friend."

"He kills people on the reg. You just said so."

"Isn't Geminitay's nickname Gemini-slay? (Also ZombieCleo, just, as a person)?"

"Touché."

"Besides it's not the killing bit I'm worried about." Tanguish continued, brow wrinkled worriedly. "I'm worried 'making up lost time' might mean something really unpleasant. (Unpleasant being like, pinning someone to the wall and breaking all their bones one-by-one or something. I feel like I've heard him threaten to do that before). I'm not -- I'm not Hels' keeper or anything, but I feel like a good friend would stop him from doing something like that, right?"

Tanguish looked at Tango beseechingly, searching for reassurance. Instead, Tango looked back at him with something between a wince and a grimace. Yeah, he probably could've worded all that better.

"Hels isn't a bad person."

"Uh-huh. Yep. I totally believe you there big guy."

"He's not! He's just--"

"--the kind of person who would tie someone to the wall and break every bone in their body. Yep. Gotcha. Hey, seriously, we need to talk about your choice in friends."

"Gemini-slay."

"Hey hey hey now! She just puts decapitated heads in her head room. No one suffers from that. Well. Not physically anyway."

"She has a head room." Tanguish frowned. "(Also like, everything Doc has going on)."

"Yeah but Doc just threatens. He couldn't follow through with any of it to save his life."

"Hels just--! Wait, how are you-- Can you read my mind?"

"No. Your internal monologue is just really loud. Like, really loud."

Tanguish makes a mental note to start thinking quieter. (Tango smirks, and Tanguish makes a double mental note about it.)

They made it three quarters of the way around the beach, walking in step with each other, spaced just far enough apart that their tails don't accidentally brush each other as they walked (Ice and fire, even blue ice-colored fire, have never mixed well) when a scream broke the otherwise peaceful afternoon air. Tango and Tanguish exchanged a horrified look, and as one dash the rest of the way down the beach towards Welsknight's house. Tanguish outpaced Tango in a handful of strides. They're the same height, but Tanguish spends his time running through cramped streets, while Tango spends his building Decked Out II.

Tanguish was the first one to come bursting through Welsknight's door, and as such is the first to witness the... Almost incomprehensible oddness happening on the other side. Hels and Wels are both standing on opposite sides of a table shoved in Wels's cluttered living room. There was a pile of blankets on the couch - obvious remains of someone sleeping over for the last few nights. Unwashed dishes were piled in odd places, leftovers long cold and stale on a few of them. There were, oddly, several half-drunk glasses of water scattered around - a trademark of Helsknight's when he was too busy or distracted to remember he had drinks already poured. The table was tipped over, cards scattered like autumn leaves across the floor. Helsknight is leaning against the nearby wall, face buried in his hands as he lets out a long, wounded-animal groan. Welsknight simply smirks to himself and picks up the fallen cards.

"That's thirty-six to three," Welsknight hummed pleasantly, picking up the scattered cards with a practiced patience. "You know, we could go buy you another expansion. Build a better deck--"

"No! No! You're cheating I know you're cheating!" Helsknight snapped, roughly righting the table. His hands were white-knuckled around its edges, like he was trying not to throw it over again.

"You've got a good deck in theory," Welsknight continued. "You're relying to hard on one win-con though. These decks function best with rapid damage--"

"I am not building a burn deck I'm not--"

"I'm not telling you to build a burn deck--"

"Are you serious right now?" Tango shouted, making all of them jump. "You're playing cards?"

Wels and Hels exchanged a glance, and then blinked at the two intruders as though they just noticed they were there -- which they probably had.

"Well I wasn't wrong," Tanguish said quietly, after the pause had stretched uncomfortably long. "They were doing something weird."

#the barking writer #helsknight #welsknight #tango #tanguish #hels!tango #oh my wels has finally come back from the war

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worra-arts · 7 months

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OKAY, hear me out before reading the text below: this blog of mine is just a place, where I can see my progress in many of things, and writing in english is one of them. the deal is - english is not my native language, and my way of writing can look very bad.

if you decide to read my little sketch, firstly - good luck; and secondly, if when you see some dumb mistakes - feel free to comment because learning stuff is fun!

(also I'm like probably need to do a disclaimer or something like this, but I don't know how :D)

well, it's just fluff (?), without any triggers and just something that was in my head for a while. also I'm using the real names on the dream team in this text. actually, all my thoughts slowly became a whole au (this is the right word for it, right?), so if I will be really confident, maybe I write something else....

UGH this is again a super long text, I'M SORRY.

imagine that you've been friends with «dream team» for an almost a three years.

originally you were an employee on a mr. beast team, something that others would call an errand boy (well, errand girl in your case). but despite your small position in a whole team, everyone was simply in love with you. you just were a little shining star, that everybody adored. and beside that, you knew how to do your job. and by one of these hard-working days, you've meet sapnap.

there were a small pause between shooting for a new challenge video, where nick was one of the judges, and it happend that you both had a chance to chat for a little bit. you two find in each other someone nice, almost like a soulmate. when you too start to speak about different topics, including hobbies and favorite things, something just clicked. after a shooting, y'all just spontaneously decided to go for a walk. you both just can't stop talking, and after a hour or so, you find yourself on a basketball court. the day slowly becoming an evening, there only a few people around, and you two with beer cans just lazily playing basketball.

and after that day your life just start change entirely.

after sapnap you've met sunshine with name karl, and then dream, george, even quackity. the boys was also amazed with your warm personality and you all pretty fast become great buddies. you start to show in theirs instagram photos, twitter posts, stories. you've slowly become an important member of their group. staying for a movie night, cook for them, give a ride on your car, making birthday presents, spending time in video games, and eventually joining the streams.

to be honest, chat was kinda aggressive by the first time and full of comments like "omg why are they even let this girl to join, she's just ruining all the fun" and bunch of other not-so-nice words. guys were super sorry that you have to deal with all this hate, but you honestly won't making a big deal out of that. you just continue to show up from time to time, and slowly but surely people realize that your "boring" side was actually a "super caring" side.

and only after this realization everybody understand how cool actually your character resonates with sometimes childish characters of the rest of the group. the memes start to full the internet, boys start jokingly addresses to you like "sweet mother of ours", and you were very audible and visible cringing at the name, but they're just unstoppable.

and after a two and a half years of your friendship, after george finally gets a visa and clay does a face reveal, four of you guys finally moved together.

and that simply become a golden era of your friendship.

you spend mornings with george, when you get ready for work and this man with no sleep schedule gives you company. at the moment that you start making a breakfast, this man just magically appears with his cute puppy eyes, and after the few times when your plate was getting empty for about a fifteen seconds, you just start to cook for you two. imagine: dark room with only one working lamp, you both eating some puffy pancakes, drinking something warm, chatting and silently giggling. it's a little foggy outside, and almost absolute silence. sounds really comforting, does it not? after you finished eating, you give george a small kiss on his head, maybe mess up with his hair and beg him to get some rest.

the days fly by really fast, when you making stuff with dream. join the stream for a moment? sure. what about the new idea for the video/song? tell me everything. maybe you want to go to the shopping together? get in my car, clay. you freely can go to his room when silence in your head gets too loud. often you just knock on his room door shyly, and ask if you can sit on the bed while dealing with work. and he never refuse. also you absolutely love to draw him in the moments when he really focused on something, maybe make him a few more knitted hats or something cute, but stupid. and he absolutely melts at every single touch. you just need to tell him that everything is okay, and he always can find a support in his friends. and he's so thankful for this.

and finally, you want the evenings to never end because you spend them with sapnap. he don't want to show it, but you just see it anyways - he cares about you. of course, that doesn't mean that other guys don't care, but sapnap do it in his own way and you really appreciate it. almost every evening he casually walks into your room, and if he sees how tired you look because of the work, all his appearance softens immediately. with his silent, raspy voice he asks how do you feel. and if your answer not satisfying enough, nick just casually says that he's going to wait you in the car. and that means - this evening going to be awesome. you both have no clue what are you going to do tonight, but that's just more fun, right? basketball court, just like in the old times? eating junk food in the car, while chatting and shouting the songs? skateboarding park, when nick trying to impress you, but just stupidly falls and now you need to bandage all his wounds, while you just can't stop from laughing? (he's trying to act offended, but inside he's all fluff, believe me).

but sometimes you decide to hang out in the house. sapnap picks up some random film, brings more pillows and blankets, you cook (or order) snaks, and you both just simply chilling together after a long day. and I don't need to tell that almost every time the rest of the group decide to join. maybe it's even spontaneously become a movie night? who knows. you can't even blink, and it's 3am already, the third movie silently playing on the back, all the boys sleeping and barely audibly snore. and only you stubbornly want to wait until the credits. and the movie finally ends, you trying to clean up a little, while you judge the main character in your mind. when you come back to the sleeping kingdom, you can't help but smile at the view of three big men just calmly sleeping, and unconsciously trying to hug something. you definitely take a few photos, and when you want to go to your room, suddenly dream wakes up and mid-sleep reach up to you, whispering that he want to cuddle. your heart was not ready for this, and you just can't say "no" to him.

and when you slowly falling into sleep, while warm big hands carefully hugs you, you just think to yourself - oh, how extremely lucky you are.

well, maybe you can skip the next day at work.

...you can't miss how nick and george all morning going to scream that they're absolutely-for a hundred percent-for sure-definitely didn't hug each other all night.

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arsoooooonmun · 9 months

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The Last Time.

An Abby Anderson "The Last Time" by Taylor Swift inspired one-shot AU

Reader is in her mid 20's, but this doesn't have any mature scenes.

Avoided the use of Y/N.

Abby might be OOC in some dialouges.

There are no specific features of the reader because this is just pure angst. :))

hehe grammar might not be oh-so-good bear with me plz 😘🤞

enjoy . (i cried while writing this)

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi! I know I just ghosted the very first work of mine (SHOT), but I had a huge reason for it: I am busy. (I actually got lazy and was mentally unready for the amount of notes that the social media au I posted got. I also was burned out from those types of au, so.... have this. A one-shot.)

Abby didn't notice it at first. She thought it was all normal. Burn-outs are normal in a relationship, aren't they?

Sure, the relationship was rocky at first because Abby told you in the first place that she wasn't ready for commitment, but she told you, "I'll do my best for you."

Now, you just feel like gaslighting your way out of this place because you are so suffocated in the room that was once a home for you, but now, you wish nothing but to leave.

She never told you that within that phrase, you had to sacrifice yourself too.

Three years had passed ever since you two were official. The first two years were fun, laughing while looking at the sunset — staring at her freckles when she smiled so hard while talking about your memories together.

And now they're all going just to be memories.

It's a Friday night, and Abby was supposed to be free. Abby was a neurosurgeon, and yes, the work is hard, but aren't you working hard too while also making the time for her?

And god forbid, but you hoped she didn't forget that it's your fourth year together. You wished that she didn't forget your anniversary again.

You called her and texted her again and again, but nothing. Three hours and it's now 2am, your anniversary has now passed.

Your tears were flowing and clenched hard on your shirt. It was a simple request, you decorated the whole place, and you asked her to come home early since she is off at work at 9 pm.

You weren't that hard to please, a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates — heck even a simple letter will make you understand her.

Still nothing.

And now Abby just opened the door.

Looking at her walk, she was drunk.

She forgot it again.

Abby didn't even notice you sitting on the couch.

"Oh, I don't know you are still awake." Abby told you once she noticed you. Your hurt crushed with the thought that she didn't even tell you why she was late and drunk.

"Abby, do you even know what time it is?" With all your remaining patience and love, you hid your disappointment and tried to understand.

"Sorry, me and my workmates decided to drink. It's just a fun refreshment." Abby looked around and noticed the balloons scattered on the floor.

"Why are there balloons? Did anyone even think of cleaning up? Were your friends here?"

Your eyes widen and tears started streaming down your face again.

"It's our fucking anniversary, Anderson." Your words were filled with anger. It was heart-wrenching, you wanted to puke right then and there, is Abby even your girlfriend anymore?

Does she even love you anymore?

It seems like cold water has washed over Abby, and she looked at you with wide eyes.

"Oh my god, I am sorry, darling —" You cut her off before she had the chance to continue her apology with the same reasons again.

You sighed loud enough and looked down. "I am done, Abby."

"I am done with us. Let's break up."

Abby's face froze all over, you couldn't see it and you shouldn't because you know deep inside you'll take your words back but then, you'll hurt yourself all over again.

And you were honestly tired.

"I can't bear the thought that you can just say sorry and then hurt me all over again. God fucking dammit Abby, this isn't even the first time you forgot an occasion about us. You fucking forgot my birthday last year and this year. And you know what? I forgave you because you were working that day. But do you also know that all of your birthdays were as special as mine for me? I took a day off to celebrate your birthday on that place you wished so badly to visit, and you remember what you did? You fucking yelled at me telling me you can't just take a day out of your work and even scolded me for using MY money. MY hard work earned money to make YOU happy." You cried your heart out, and the tone of your voice was filled with pure anger.

"You told me you never asked for that much, then what do you think what love is?" Your voice cracked and you clenched your fists.

"Do you even know how painful it was that you can never love me the same way as I love you, but have you even thought of doing something for me?" Abby's hands were now shaking, thinking what to do.

She never saw you this way. Abby never wished to see you and hurt you this way.

But she did, and she knew nothing could ever fix this, and that slapped her into the reality that she never deserved the love that you gave her.

The warm hugs that washed all her problems away, and your smiles that made her think of what life was all about.

Abby will lose it — she lost it the moment she entered the room without thinking of how important you were to her.

An apology will never fix this.

All that can fix this is letting you decide what will happen between you two. Abby knew she'll be left alone in this cold apartment you both called home before.

Frustration and guilt filled Abby's body. She lost you, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know which move to take while you were in front of her, you were not even looking at her way and waiting for her response.

Does Abby even deserve to tear up? Knowing she was the reason why the both of you are in this situation right now. Why did she lose the person that she needed the most?

How can she ever live with this memory of you crying because of her? And losing herself and you in the process?

"I—" You couldn't look at Abby, who finally spoke. Abby immediately clenched her hands on her chest, and tears were pouring all over her freckles and cheeks that you once kissed.

"Is that.. is that what you want?" You swallowed, and it finally kicked in that this was real. Abby is in front of you and was asking if breaking up was what you wanted. "Is that what you need?" Your heart crushed even more, thinking that Abby was probably loathing herself from the thought that you needed to go away from her to heal.

But it is — it is what you need.

"Yes." One word, one word that once made you and Abby smile. That one word that made you both official is also the reason why the formed sweet memories turned them into dust.

Abby felt her whole world collapsing. You don't need her anymore. She can't watch you while having fun, running towards the sun while on the beach, singing songs wholeheartedly on a random roadtrip, and she could never kiss those lips of yours that made her feel special.

She can't ask for your hand, can't hold you close, and can never make you love her all over again.

Nothing can reach the pain that is creeping inside both of your hearts.

"Okay." That was all Abby could say despite all of the words that were running on her mind.

"If that's what you want — what you need. Then, I'll give it." You felt so weak, so vulnerable, and Abby knew you hated that.

"I know my apologies wouldn't ever fix the pain I gave you. Your courage of telling me that was enough to make me think of how long you were enduring this." Abby sighed deep and was stopping herself from kneeling, begging you to come back because she knew you won't be able to hold back from holding her no matter how painful it was for you.

She never had the chance to take back whatever she had done, never able to make you feel the way you made her feel, and that is what will ghost her for the rest of her life reminiscing you.

"I love you. I really do, and I am sorry I wasn't able to show it because of how stubborn I was thinking you would understand with all of my work, and you did. And I fucking wish you didn't."

"You sacrificed a lot of things for me, and I — I can't even remember to celebrate your birthday and our anniversary." You finally looked at Abby, and she was crying. She was shaking her head, and you saw her trying her best to let out all of her frustrations.

"You deserve better. It sucks because it's true, and I wasn't able to be the best for you because all I thought was me. I was selfish. You weren't, and god, I hope someone will love you — " Abby was hating herself with the thought of someone loving you better than she ever did. All she hoped before was to be someone you can rely yourself to and now she is hoping you will never meet someone like her again.

"I hope that someday, someone will love you how you deserved to be love because that was what you did to me, and it hurts that I never made you feel that way." You sat down the couch, processing all of her words, and you cried. You both cried hard — knowing that she was right.

"I am so glad that I met you and to show how much I love you,"

Abby looked into your eyes.

"You can let go of us now."

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #angst #abby x reader #the last of us fanfiction #girl im sorry i love angst

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rockitmans · 1 year

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Ellipsis

A/N: This one is for @jazziergin who stumped me in the fic line game. She helpfully asked for Soulmate AU with a twist, obviously an easy thing to embody in a drabble 😛

But here we go, at least it's less than 1k this time. Hope you enjoy, love! Not convinced this counts as a twist but hopefully this is something different.

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An ellipsis. That's what Kurt has tattooed across his wrist in the place that is meant to display the first words your soulmate says to you. A classic dot dot dot. The most mocking collection of punctuation ever conceived of.

He has theories. But most of those theories all kind of point firmly in the same direction. He's probably destined to die alone. Even if the ellipsis is meant to indicate something, how is Kurt ever going to find the person that is embodied by something as abstract as a pause?

He determinedly doesn't think about it when he gets to college. Either he'll find his soulmate or he won't. All he can do is keep an open mind and give himself the best possible chance of finding The One. He even signs up for an English Lit class with the absolute mammoth leap of logic that Lit students are much more likely to use an ellipsis in everyday speech than your average person. Like that’s something that’s likely or even possible to achieve.

He may be losing his mind.

He regrets the decision immediately when he finds out the lecture is at eight am. He slumps in clutching his coffee and thinking fondly of his bed. He should drop this stupid class. It's way too early and he signed up for dubious reasons and they're reading Lolita for God's sake. He doesn't need that kind of toxicity in his life.

The bad mood lasts until the exact second an incredibly cute guy slips into the seat next to Kurt. Dark curls and warm eyes and a tiny waist that Kurt kind of wants to wrap his hands around. Cute Guy tosses an absent smile of greeting in Kurt's direction and it's the most radiant thing Kurt has ever seen. Holy fuck. He thinks he's halfway in love already.

Kurt wants to say something, but is not caffeinated enough to manage witty repartee and this guy is hot enough to make him feel speechless on a good day. Instead, he goes to nod and then tries to change it to a wave. The result is that he just kind of twitches violently. Fuck. He’s lost it. A guy smiles at him and he’s completely lost it. He quickly grabs his coffee to try and cover for whatever the hell that just was and tries to pretend he’s anywhere else.

The guy touches his arm, three gentle taps with his finger, and Kurt's eyes snap up, only to be surprised when a notepad is slipped in front of him with a single line of text.

I'm Blaine. I'm not ignoring you, I just can't talk.

Kurt blinks, frowning. And then he watches Blaine get his phone out and start up a text to speech app and it clicks. Oh. He gives Blaine a thumbs up and Blaine smiles slightly and touches his ear. Right. Blaine can hear. Which means that Kurt doesn’t have to resort to gestures as well. But he’s an idiot. So of course he did. He genuinely can’t wait for this hour to be over so he can go and walk into a deep fog never to be seen again.

He does his best to focus on the lecture for the simple fact that the professor seems to be the sort to pick on people at random and he’s already suffered enough humiliation for the day without being caught not paying attention. It’s hard though. He can’t stop stealing glances at Blaine. He feels like he can’t breathe. His pulse is racing. He seriously wonders if he might be coming down with the flu or something.

He’s only dragged back into the moment by the most garbage take he’s ever heard a human being utter so confidently in a room full of total strangers. People usually save that shit for twitter.

"Humbert Humbert being a misunderstood genius is not the hot take I expected to be subjected to today," Kurt mutters before he can stop himself.

He hears the intake of breath. He practically feels the way Blaine stills beside him. And then Blaine moves in a flurry, tugging up his sleeve to expose his wrist, shoving it under Kurt’s nose. Humbert Humbert being a misunderstood genius is not the hot take I expected to be subjected to today, it says in slanting script.

Kurt's mouth drops open. Blaine gestures, pointing at Kurt's wrist, a question in his eyes. Kurt slowly turns his hand over to show the three dots neatly pressed against his pulse. Blaine frowns and starts to sign something out before remembering. He grabs his notebook instead, scrawling out some quick sentences.

Disappointed but not surprised to learn the soulmate system is so ableist. It can't even be bothered to have the first words I write to you? Unbelievable.

Kurt laughs. Mostly out of shock and relief and the feeling of a heavy weight being lifted so suddenly it's like he could float away. All this time he assumed that the dots meant his soulmate would never speak to him for the worst of reasons. But his soulmate is right here. Blaine is here. Blaine is his. He’s literally won the soulmate lottery.

"I thought you didn't exist," he whispers. "Because of this."

Blaine's eyes soften and he lightly brushes his fingers over the offending dots. But I found you, he writes.

"You found me," Kurt repeats shakily. And maybe that's where he was going wrong this whole time. Years spent fretting over what the dots meant and doubting that he was ever going to find his soulmate.

It just turned out that all along his soulmate was meant to find him.

#glee #my fic #klaine fanfic #klaine #i literally tag different every time #anway I tried!#jazziergin

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angeleyes | eddie munson

synopsis - you and eddie broke up months ago. one night, when you were taking a walk along the lake, you accidentally caught a sight of him, and he wasn't alone.

based on the song “angeleyes” by abba

pairing - eddie munson x reader

warning/s - none

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It’s been a while since you went back to Hawkins ever since you moved to college. Since you wanted a fresh start, you moved all the way to California just to get away from this town. You had a lot of bad memories in this place, yet there were a lot of good ones as well.

Once you finished unpacking your things, you decided to visit your friends, Robin and Steve. You visited them during their work hours and they were very much surprised. Once they were done, the three of you quickly hung out. The afternoon was spent very well full of laughter, gossiping, and teasing. Once it was nighttime, you all headed back to your houses very tired.

You lay there in your bed, awake. No matter how hard you tried to go to bed, you couldn’t. This wasn’t new for you because back in California, you were an insomniac as well. You remembered that long walks often helped you with insomnia so you got up, put on a jacket, then headed out while expecting a nice, peaceful, and quiet walk.

As you were walking, you thought about your life here at Hawkins. Your old life here, the friends that you abandoned, and most importantly, your ex, Eddie Munson.

Eddie was the type of guy who looked weird and scary on the outside. He had a reputation for being "the freak" of Hawkins, yet you knew that he was actually a softie on the inside.

He was overprotective and he would hold your hand whenever he had the chance to do so.

The two of you broke up months ago, the reason being was that the two of you wanted to go on a different paths.

You wanted to go to college while he wanted to stay at Hawkins doing God knows what. The breakup was very painful seeing as you two were together for two years.

Maybe I can visit him tomorrow. See how he’s doing. You wondered.

Lover’s Lake. Your mind suddenly thought of the lake the both of you often visited. So you quickly made sure you had your pepper spray in your pocket as you headed into the woods going towards Lover’s Lake.

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After a few minutes of walking, you finally got to your destination. You quietly looked around to see if someone was there, luckily there wasn't anybody there.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, you heard someone whispering as you scurried off to find a place to hide.

At first, you couldn’t make out the face of the person who was in front of you.

But then, realization hit you as you noticed the long curly hair with bangs. It was Eddie.

As you were about to stand up and go talk to him, you noticed that he wasn’t alone. And there standing in front of him was Chrissy Cunningham.

Why are they together? Are they dating? Since when did they hang out together? Questions filled your head as you stared at them.

Your questions were then answered as Eddie whispered something to her.

“I love you” Eddie whispered as they both kissed under the moonlight at Lover’s Lake.

He then spent a good few seconds looking at her in a loving and caring way. It's as if he wouldn't want any harm coming near her.

Your heart broke and shivers went down your spine.

He used to look at me that way.

Of course, how could you forget? Chrissy Cunningham, the former Queen of Hawkins High, the subject and reason of most of the arguments you and Eddie had.

You would often see him talking to her, but he would always reassure you and say that they were only friends. She was the girl he told you not to worry about. Now, it's ironic how he told you all of that bullshit but now they're kissing each other at Lover's Lake.

As you were looking at them, you kept on fighting the urge to walk right up to her and say how it is all a stupid game he likes to play. How he will twist your mind and make you think that you are the only girl in his life.

But as you looked at them, you remembered your very own memory with Eddie at Lover’s Lake.

It was nighttime and you were sitting on a log beside Eddie on the shore telling him how your day went

“And then Robin started laughing which made me laugh which made Steve laugh” You laughed but then abruptly stopped when you noticed Eddie staring at you.

“You know staring is rude right?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why he was staring at you.

Eddie smiled as he put the strand of hair that was on your face behind your ears.

“How can I not stare when someone as beautiful as you is right infront of me?"

The look he was giving you made you shiver. He looked at you as if you were his sunshine in this world full of darkness. He looked at you with a specific look in his eye.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I still can’t believe that you’re mine.”

Those very words made you weak in the knees.

“C’mon let’s dance” You told him as you pulled him up with you.

“Dance? But there’s no music”

“Then let’s just imagine that there is one”

You held your hand out to him which he took. He spun you around and pulled you closer. You spent about a good minute or two just dancing and spinning each other around. The two of you were laughing hard because of how ridiculous the both of you looked.

He pulled you in closer as he hugged you tight as if it was the last time he can ever hold you.

“I love you so much.” He said as he kissed your head.

“I love you too”

The both of you didn’t care if anyone saw you hugging on the shore of the lake. Because at that moment, there was nothing else beside two lovers staring and holding each other lovingly under the moonlight.

You were then brought back to reality and quickly snap out of that memory. That was gone, a precious memory turned into a painful one. Now, Chrissy was in the picture.

And now, he was looking at her the way he used to look at you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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happy endings - steddie

summary: knowing this will probably be the last chance he gets, steve finally confesses to eddie how he feels

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

word count: 3,285

warnings/what to expect: lost of fluff, robin is the captain of the ship, steve is very much in love, feelings are confessed, and guys are kissing, steve is bisexual in this, just steddie being happy, this is what really happens you can ignore whatever you saw in that shitty finale, ALSO: this fic contains references to bisexuality being equal to “liking guys and girls” which totally leaves out non-binary people. i’m only keeping everything regarding sexuality and gender so archaic because this is set in the 80s and there wasn’t much understanding around these topics. i’m not trying to be biphobic or invalidate anyone that aren’t male or female, just adapting to what the characters might think given the time they live in

a/n: since we got queerbaited once again i wrote this to give us actually good queer content so i truly hope you enjoy and helps you feel better after what we had to go through <3

**gif is not mine, it belongs to cindy-berman here on tumblr!!

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated

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"You should go talk to him."

Steve was snapped back to reality when he heard Robin talking to him, taking a seat right next to him outside the van they just stole a few hours ago. She wasn't looking at him when he turned to face her, focusing on the scene Steve was just looking at before she walked up to him.

Dustin and Eddie were improvising a small battle in the middle of the empty field, shouting stuff Steve can only assume has to do with that board game the two are so obsessed about. He watches as Dustin shouts something, pretending to aim at Eddie, who immediately falls to the ground in an awfully theatrical death. Steve couldn't help the smile forming on his face when they both began laughing, the younger boy helping the other to stand up from the ground before Eddie is wrapping his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. The scene was just too much for Steve to bare.

He used to feel to jealous about Eddie and Dustin's relationship. He felt replaced. Now? Now he wishes he could be there standing next to them on that field, pretending to be three knights in search of the monster to save their kingdom, being able to go back to the real world whenever they wanted to. Instead, they're just three random guys in a small town, about to hunt a real monster. This wasn't a game, no matter how badly Steve wishes for it to be. He can't pretend he's a knight about to go on some fictional adventure. This is real life.

But if only. If only he could be a brave knight joining his group of friends on a noble crusade. To slay their enemies and come out undefeated. Everyone will be save, and they can all go celebrate their triumph. If only Steve was able to fight side-by-side with Eddie, hunting down the monster together only to get almost captured by the evil creatures- almost, because Eddie would be there to save the day. To save him.

That's what was going on in his head before Robin interrupted. The perfect ending for a seemingly perfect story. The knight finally getting the other knight and living happily ever after. Not...whatever this was. Just a bunch of teens about to face the biggest threat they've faced so far with no way of knowing if they'll get a happy ending. The knight still terrified to confess his feelings to the other knight.

"What does that mean?" he asked after a few seconds in complete silence, acting like he had no idea what his best friend was talking about.

"Look, I know it's scary, but you have to say something before it's too late."

Steve didn't know what to say at first. "Like how you talked to Vickie?"

"Okay, I deserve that. But that is exactly why I'm trying to talk some sense into you!" she quickly argued. "I can't go back to Hawkins now to tell Vickie how I feel and it's quite literally killing me, because I don't know if I get the chance to tell her after all of this is over."

"Don't say that," Steve interrupted her little speech, frowning at the mere idea of Robin not making it. Of anyone not making it after they kill Vecna. Instantly and just like many other times before, his thoughts drifted to Eddie. What would he do if he doesn't make it. He won't allow that to happen, not before they can get their happy ending.

"I say it because it's true, Steve. We don't know if all of us are going to make it, so this could be your last chance to tell Eddie how you feel."

Tell Eddie how he feels. That's sounds much easier that what it truly is. Even Steve himself has struggled to fully understand what's been going on with him ever since Eddie Munson walked back into his life. He used to know him as nothing but a weirdo who got stuck in senior year, but now he's so much more than that, and it kills Steve to admit it.

To Robin everything made so much sense since the very beginning. The quick glances Steve would throw Eddie's way, even when he's not doing or saying anything. How Steve would get all nervous when Eddie comments something about him or even refers to him. It was evident for her that Steve was slowly falling for Eddie.

But Robin didn't push him to do any confessions or force him to accept something he was probably not ready to accept. She knows how difficult it can be coming to terms with one's true identity when you've grown up seeing nothing but people freaking out when someone is different like that. However, she was lucky enough to have good experiences during her journey of self-discovery, finding a friend that love her no matter who she's attracted to. It's Steve the one who was there for her when she felt completely alone, finding comfort and strength in him to love herself the way she is.

She wanted to be there for Steve just like he was there for her and she wanted to be just as good as he was. After telling him she likes girls, everything has always been on her terms and Steve continued to give her the space and time to talk to him about the situation whenever she needed it. So, she wanted to give Steve his space and come to her when he was ready.

And she was just over the moon when Steve was comfortable enough to trust her with this. He knew she would understand, and of course she was as supportive as he was when the roles were reversed.

"It's...weird," Steve had said to her that one night in the woods, before the group had to find the hidden portal under Lover's Lake. "I know I still like girls. I mean, I was clearly in love with Nancy when we were together, but...I guess I like guys, too? Does that even make sense?"

"Of course it does! There's plenty of people who like both."

"Really? Is that a thing?" he asked, more relieved to hear he's not the only one that feels like that. "I just thought you could like one. Like, maybe...maybe I was just confused or I was just tricking myself into believing I liked girls when I only liked guys..."

"Pretty sure you can like one, all, or even no one," she interrupted, trying to calm him down. "Thing is, everyone is different. And your experience is not less important or less valid because it's not the conventional i-like-guys or i-like-girls type of thing. It's okay to be somewhere in between."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, I've been thinking about this for a while and...I'm pretty sure I like both."

Robin smiled at his statement. "I'm happy for you, Steve. And you know I'll always be there for you," she says, trying not to get all emotional on him right now. "Except when you start liking a guy, I have no idea what to do in those cases."

Steve laughs at her last comment, looking down at his shoes as he did. "Well, about that...I, uh..."

"Okay, hold up," she interrupted, visibly excited to be hearing all of this. "Okay, I know I just said don't talk to me about boys but let's ignore I said that and please talk to me."

That made Steve smile, though he was still unable to look at Robin. He was just too nervous to do that. Instead, he looked ahead at the lake. "I think it's pretty obvious where this is going..."

"Oh, I know exactly where this is going, I just want to hear it from you."

"I've been thinking about the whole me-liking-boys thing recently because...I- I think I might like one?"

"You think you like one?"

"I do. I do like one," he quickly corrected. "Shit, I like one a lot."

"Well, I doubt it's Keith we're talking about here..." she started, making Steve visibly frown at her for hinting he would ever like someone like Keith. "So that would leave us with..."

"Hey, you two!" they were interrupted by the voice of Eddie. They both turned around to see the entire group waiting for them by the boat they were using to get to the portal. "Chat all you want after we find this stupid portal, okay?"

Robin immediately turned to look at Steve. "Your boyfriend looks kinda mad so we better go."

"Yeah," Steve agreed, following after her before he quickly realized what she actually said. "And he's not my boyfriend, Robin."

"Not yet!" she replied, walking faster to join the rest of the group, ending their conversation there.

Steve was awfully quiet, finally turning to look at Robin. "It's not that easy and you know it," he insisted. "It's like you said. We ask the wrong people and it's over for us."

"And like you said, I don't think Eddie is the wrong guy. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"Believe me, I'm not," she quickly argued, leaning closer to him. "Steve, he's crazy about you. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't sure about it."

"He...he is?" Steve asks timidly, once again watching as Dustin and Eddie continued their imaginary battle.

"Yes! Trust me, he's too obvious. I'll be surprised if no one else has realized about it by now."

Steve was considering his options. It's not entirely false what Robin is claiming right now. He has noticed a few signs himself. How Eddie is always throwing ironic comments his way that could easily be seen as flirting when you don't think about the fact that they're two guys talking to each other. Or how quick he was to give him his jacket. Or how often he would catch Eddie looking his way the entire time he had his jacket on.

That seemed to encourage Robin, thinking she could have a chance to convince him. "You can't miss this chance to tell him, Steve. Whatever happens, it's better to try than not saying anything at all."

"How come you're so good at this, yet your love life is so screwed up?"

"It's called self-sabotage, dingus. It's like my biggest personality trait," Robin replied. "So, does this mean I convinced you?"

Steve shrugged. "I guess I can give it a try."

"Holy shit, I wasn't expecting this to work!" she visibly freaks out, excitedly standing up from her seat. "Are you going to talk to him now? Should I tell him to come over here? Oh, I can tell him I need something and then he follows me here and then I say some silly excuse like-"

"Robin," he says gently.

"I'm doing it again, right? The fast-talking thing...sorry. I'll go help Erica and Lucas and leave you to it."

"Don't be weird about this, okay? And if this doesn't work out you'll have to start taking the bus to school."

"And if it does work out, you have to be my driver for three months. Not just drive me to school, but anywhere I want."

"You know what? Deal."

"A deal it is," she said as she started to walk away. However, she stopped to turn around for a brief second, "I really hope this works, though. Not just so I can have a personal chauffeur, but because you two would look insanely cute together."

"You're being weird," Steve warned.

Robin lifts both of her hands up in the air, continuing to walk away to leave Steve alone. When it was just him, his attention focused back on Eddie and Dustin. Before he could regret it, he stood up and walked up to the two of them.

"Hey, look what we made!" Dustin says excitedly, showing Steve the weapon they created. A shield made with a trash can lid and nails.

"Looks good, man," Steve said, not really caring about that right now. His heart was beating rapidly as he turned to look at Eddie. "Can we talk?" Both Eddie and Dustin exchanged a look, beyond confused as to what was going on. Eddie looked back at Steve and shrugged, waiting for him to continue. "Uh, alone?" he had to clarify, feeling more embarrassed than ever in his entire life.

"Yeah, sure," was Eddie's response, standing up from the ground to follow Steve back to the van.

When Steve turned around, he noticed Dustin still looking their way with a confused look and Robin occasionally turning around to see what they were doing. Clearly, this wasn't what he had in mind when he said he wanted to "talk with Eddie alone".

"Can-can we...?" he asks, titling his head to the van.

Eddie didn't reply, simply walking forward to open the door of the van, waiting for Steve to walk inside before he did, closing the door behind him. All Steve could focus was the fact that Eddie just opened the door for him. And waited for him to walk inside first. He shouldn't have done that, so why bother? Why he felt like doing that? Oh, this was going to be very difficult.

Steve noticed Eddie leaning against the now closed door, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for him to say something. After all, it was him the one who wanted to talk. "You're scaring me, Harrington," he says after realizing Steve wasn't going to say anything. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you because...since we're going after Vecna and all...I- I thought this was the right time to tell you that I..."

Eddie's arms fall to each side of his body as Steve begins talking, looking more like he was expecting something than trying to figure out what was going on. "Yes?" he asks gently, the tone making Steve's heart almost skip a beat.

His mind was racing. It's not fair he's leaning against the door looking so incredibly pretty with his ripped jeans and long messy hair and those rings that look just so good on him and his eyes staring back at his own. How is he supposed to talk right now and not get lost in such beautiful eyes? How can he act normal when he is standing in front of him looking so painfully gorgeous? How is he supposed to think his next words when all he can think about is those ringed fingers holding his face while they share a much-awaited kiss?

"Hey," Eddie insisted, snapping Steve back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just...there's a lot in my mind," he muttered, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn, which only helped to get him even more nervous. "I wanted to talk to you because in case anything happens to us, I needed you to know that I like you."

Eddie froze in his spot, not knowing what to say at first. He was in complete disbelief, never in a million years expecting Steve to say something like that. "I guess you're okay too, dude?" he says, testing his luck before saying something incriminating.

"No, I don't mean it like that! I mean, I like you, like you. As in...more than friends?"

For a moment, Steve thought he screwed up. Because Eddie was standing there without saying anything and it was impossible for him to tell if that was a good thing or not. Eventually, he relaxed just a little when he noticed Eddie approaching him, though the fact that he was standing much closer now almost made his knees tremble.

It was only when Eddie was standing right in front of Steve that a smile appeared on his lips. "You like me?" he asks.

"I...yeah, I just said that..." Steve stutters, too nervous to properly reply.

"Say it again," Eddie pleaded.

After a brief silence, Steve replied with a barely audibly, "I like you." He could feel Eddie's hand gently cupping the side of his face, which only encouraged Steve to repeat, "I like you."

Eddie was dangerously close to him right now, his thumb softly caressing his cheek, their nose practically rubbing together and his lips almost touching his. The sensation of their bodies so close made Steve wrap his arms around Eddie's body, needing to have him fully pressed against his own. He wondered if Eddie could feel his heartbeats right now, truly hoping he was so he could get an idea of the power he holds over him.

"Again," Eddie whispers, their lips practically touching now.

"I like you, Eddie Munson," Steve complied, praying that would make him earn the kiss.

And that was exactly what happened, because as soon as he heard those words, Eddie crashed his lips against Steve's. It was obvious to them that both were waiting for this moment for a while now. It could be proven by the way Steve would hold him so impossibly close to his body, or how Eddie was practically holding onto his arm as they kissed, as if he was afraid Steve would move away.

Kissing Eddie is everything Steve was expecting and more. He's surprisingly gentle but so incredibly passionate it was hard for Steve to keep himself under control. The kiss was just so...Eddie. Like the type of kisses only he can give. Kisses envolved with such fierce, yet so soft. They were nothing but the representation of what Eddie Munson is. A seemingly intimidating and mean guy who carries the most precious soul. A freak with a heart of gold.

Steve never imagined a kiss would make him fall ten times harder for someone, yet here comes Eddie to once again prove to him that he knows absolutely nothing at all.

The kiss lasted just a few seconds, and for the two of them is has become the best moment of their lives. Eddie just couldn't seem to get enough of him, leaning closer to kiss Steve again, a gesture he gladly accepted. When they finally pulled away, Steve didn't let go of Eddie's body as he still held him close. Eddie move his hand away from Steve's face only to wrap both of his arms around his neck, one of his hands starting to play with the hair at the back of his head.

"So...that means you like me too?" Steve tried, still feeling his cheeks burning.

"I guess you can say that," Eddie grinned. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you."

"You did?"

"All the time," he replied. "I was practically throwing myself at you, you idiot."

"Wait, really? How come you never said anything before?"

"Yeah, I was about to confess my feelings for you in front of all your friends," he replied ironically. "I thought I was being obvious enough."

"Well, I'm terrible at reading signs so...no more of that, please. And-and don't call me Harrington anymore, it feels weird."

"What would you like me to call you, then?" Eddie asked, laughing at Steve when he saw his reaction after such question. "God, you're adorable."

Steve was evidently still very flustered, so after getting teased like that he made the gesture of letting go of Eddie, only for him to pull him closer, hugging him tightly. "I'm not," Steve protested, though accepted the hug anyway.

"You are," Eddie argued. "And I can't wait to remind you every single day."

That last comment made Steve smile, "every single day, huh?"

"Every single day," Eddie repeated.

"Honestly, I kinda like the sound of that."

Neither of them said anything else, not like there was a need to say anything when they can just stay in each other's arms for as long as they could before having to let go. To spend as much time as they could like this to make up for all the time they lost admiring each other in silence.

And for once, Steve let go of his worries about Vecna. All that really matters to him is the fact that he's here, right now, with Eddie. The knight finally getting the knight. The happy ending he so desperately wanted to have.

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I lied -Danny Words: 2,762 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter /Next Chapter Listen to: 'Girls Like You' -by The Naked And Famous

XXX: It's Been (0) Days Since I Almost Died

Ara's parents leave her at camp for New Year's. Lily welcomes her on the hill, along with the Stolls and Nico Di Angelo.

"You piece of sh—" Ara tries to reach for his throat but Lily gets in the way.

"Hey! It's my birthday and you know the rules!"

"I want my dino back!"

"I've no idea what she's talking about," the boy smirks.

"I'm gonna feed you to my lion."

"Mrs. O'Leary and Pollo both said they like me more."

Ara gasps. "Take that back!"

"You know what, Ara, why don't you take a walk?" Travis suggests. "And maybe, by the time you come back to the Big House, your T-Rex will be right where you left it. Right, Nico?"

"Unlikely."

"Nico!" Lily berates him in Italian, to which he replies with an eye-roll.

"Okay. Yeah, maybe."

Ara flips off Nico before leaving, she doesn't want to do this, but if that's what it takes to save her dino, then she's got no choice. The girl walks into the forest and quickly loses track of time.

"...or a raccoon."

Ara stops, there's a group of people a few feet ahead of her.

"With no toes?"

"Piper? What do you think?"

The girl scoffs. "Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness—'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know."

"Okay, jeez!"

"It's probably a table. Which means Buford went across this stream."

"You lost a table?" Ara's voice startles the trio.

"Holy crap!" Leo lands on his butt. "How are you so quiet?"

She points at the tracks. "A table did that?"

A young nature spirit—Ara thinks it's Brooke—comes out of the stream in front of them.

"Could you be any louder? They'll hear you!"

"Are you a naiad?" Leo asks, not caring about the warning.

"Shh! They'll kill us all! They're right over there!"

Ara seizes her compass. "What's out there, Brooke?"

"Brooke the brook?" Jason asks with a grin, Piper hits his leg.

"Okay, Brooke. I'm Piper. We won't let anyone harm you. Just tell us who you're afraid of."

Brooke approaches with wide eyes. "I'm glad you're back, Ara. It's my crazy cousins. None of us is safe! Now go away. I have to hide!"

Brooke vanishes and Ara pinches the bridge of her nose. "I literally just got here."

"Crazy cousins?" Piper turns to her. "Any idea what she was talking about?"

"No, but crazy for a Greek is probably way off the rails."

"Maybe we should keep our voices down," Jason suggests.

"We have to follow the trail," Leo insists. "I mean... we're heroes and stuff. We can handle whatever it is. And Ara's back, so that doubles our chances!"

"Right," Ara turns her compass into Almighty. Jason and Piper draw out their weapons and stand next to her, she looks at Leo and raises a brow. "Still no weapon?"

"I don't need 'em," Leo points vaguely at them. "I brought these two with me and now you're here."

She sighs. "Just tell me what's going on..."

The only good thing about this is that Leo is so caught up in his mess that he's not acting weird around Ara. She's kind of glad Buford ran away. Leo thought she'd get angry, but honestly? She would've made the same mistake, so she's quite understanding.

"Oh," Piper whispers, stopping dead in her tracks. "This isn't good."

"Why?"

"It's bad luck to be here," Jason explains, but to Ara, it suddenly sounds like it's coming from behind a wall. "This is the battle site."

"What battle?"

"I told you," Ara speaks, unmoving. "The Battle of the Labyrinth."

Leo grimaces. "Oh... Great. Buford had to run to the most dangerous part of the woods. He couldn't just, like, run to the beach or a burger shop."

Ara remembers the carnage with ample clarity: the way her clothes ended up bloodstained and muddy after carrying the dead campers out of here. She remembers Michael's vow, and—

"Does Buford have a round tabletop with little steam vents sticking up on one side?" Piper asks.

"How did you know?"

"Because he's right over there."

Ara tries to snap out of her war flashbacks. "Oh... good."

"That was easy," Jason tries to walk to the other end of the clearing but Leo stops him.

"Someone's coming!"

"Leo—"

"Shh!" The boy drags them behind what used to be Zeus's fist.

A bunch of girls skip into the clearing looking very much wasted. "They're just nymphs, Leo," Piper says, but Leo's eyes widen as she tries to stand and keeps her down.

"Crazy cousins!" He reminds them.

"Are they drunk?" Jason asks under his breath.

A drakon slips into the scene and growls at the nymphs, but they keep giggling and fooling around like they don't care at all.

"We've got to help them," Piper urges them. "They'll be killed!"

"No," Ara frowns. No nymph would be so stoic about a drakon crashing their slumber party. "Let's wait."

"Ara, those are just—"

"Be quiet!" She interrupts Jason. "Stay hidden, that's an order."

It doesn't take long before her suspicions get confirmed. One of the girls approaches the creature asking if he's Dionysus, the drakon tries to burn her, and they skin the beast alive like it's a piñata.

"I saw something like this once," Ara gulps. "In that spooky movie with the clown..."

"IT?" Jason asks hoarsely.

"Oh, gods," Piper covers her eyes in terror. "Oh, gods!"

"I read about these nymphs," Leo says, trying to keep it together. "They're followers of Dionysus. I forget what they're called—"

"Maenads," Piper continues, pressing closer to Ara. "I've heard of them. I thought they only existed in ancient times. They attended Dionysus's parties. When they got too excited..."

"We have to get out of here," Jason concludes.

"But they're between us and Buford! And we've only got—" Leo looks at his watch. "Thirty minutes to get the syncopator installed!"

"Maybe I can fly us over to Buford?" Jason offers, but after a while, he gives up. "I don't know... the air feels agitated. Maybe those nymphs are messing things up. Even the wind spirits are too nervous to get close."

"That's encouraging," Ara mutters.

"We should call Pollo."

"He's not going anywhere near those girls! They make sirens look stupid!"

"We'll have to retreat to the woods, then. If we can skirt around the Maenads—"

"Hello!"

Ara lets out a high-pitched scream that Leo is quick to muffle with his hand. The maenad continues like nothing's going on.

"Are you Dionysus?"

"Yes!" Leo pipes in quickly. "Absolutely. I am Dionysus."

He pulls Ara up and places her between him and the crazy girls. Ara's grip tightens around her sword.

"Wonderful! My lord Dionysus? Really?"

"Um, Lord Dionysus, what are you doing?" Piper stands behind them with the dagger in hand.

"Everything's cool! The Maenads are my attendants. I love these guys."

"Lord Dionysus, are these three sacrifices for the party? Should we rip them to pieces?"

"No, no! Great offer, but, um, you know, maybe we should start small. With, like, introductions."

"Surely you remember me, my lord. I am Babette," the girl raises a brow.

"Um, right!" Leo gulps. "Babette! Of course."

She continues to introduce the rest of the girls and Ara studies them making quick assessments. These are a bunch of nymphs that would make Samara Morgan go back to her creepy VHS and never look back. It doesn't look well for them.

"An interesting form you've chosen, my lord," Babette examines Leo uncomfortably close to his face. "Youthful. Cute, I suppose. Yet... somewhat scrawny and short."

"Scrawny and short?" Ara sees his eye twitch. "Well, you know. I was going for cute, mostly."

"So, my lord," Babette grazes Leo's arm with her fingertips and Ara has to suppress the urge to slap them away. "Where have you been? We've searched for so long!"

"Where have I—? Oh, you know! I've been doing, um, wine stuff. Yeah. Red wine. White wine. All those other kinds of wine. Love that wine. I've been so busy working—" Ara shakes her head frantically to shut him up.

"Work! Work!" The Maneads echo his words with horror. "Work! Sacrilege! Kill work!"

"He means partying!" Piper corrects him. "Partying! Lord Dionysus has been busy partying all over the world. He's been teaching the daughter of Olympus how to live life! Right, Ara?"

The girl elbows her and Ara coughs out. "S-Sure! He's the man!"

"Yeah! Ha-ha. Partying. Right. I've been so busy partying."

"Who is this one, my lord? A recruit for the Maenads, perhaps?"

"Oh. She's my, uh, party planner."

"What a shame," Babette is clearly the smart one of the group, which annoys Ara. "We can't allow mortals to witness our sacred revels."

"But I could be a recruit!" Piper insists. "Do you guys have a website? Or a list of requirements? Er, do you have to be drunk all the time?"

"Drunk! Don't be silly. We're underage Maenads. We haven't graduated to wine yet. What would our parents think?"

"You have parents?" Jason pushes one of the Maenads away from him. "So... what are you guys drinking if it isn't wine?"

"The beverage of the season! Behold the power of the thyrsus rod! Eggnog!" Babette slams her staff against the ground and makes a geyser of the liquid burst out from there.

"You're... drunk on eggnog?" Piper wrinkles her nose.

"It's New Year's Eve," Ara points out plainly, as if that would mean anything to crazy people.

The conversation backfires to their detriment.

"Hey, um, Dionysus... maybe we should talk. Like, in private. You know... about party stuff?" Jason tries.

"We'll be right back! Just wait here, you guys. Okay?"

"No, you will stay," Babette glares at Leo. "You do not act like Dionysus. Those who fail to honor the god, those who dare to work instead of partying—they must be ripped apart. And anyone who dares to impersonate the god, he must die even more painfully."

"Wine! Did I mention how much I love wine?"

"If you are the god of parties, you will know the order of our revelries. Prove it! Lead us!"

Ara raises her sword slashing at the air sideways to force the nymphs to backtrack. She also uses her charmspeak. "Step back!"

While the nymphs stumble to get away, Piper shouts "Pollo!" at the top of her lungs, and the Nemean lion runs into the scene roaring like crazy. He tackles a few drunk girls in the process, and Ara jumps on his back.

"Hop in!"

"Kill the unbelievers!" Babette snarls.

Leo grabs a bottle from his belt and throws the contents on the girls. He summons balls of fire and hurls them at the group while the lion takes them away.

The nymphs, of course, are unbothered by this. One of them lifts a rock from what was formerly Zeus's fist and chucks it in their general direction. "Veer left!" Leo shouts.

Ara pulls Pollo's mane to the side and makes him leap between trees. The lion is fast, but the girls have inhuman speed too, and they're not far behind.

"How do we beat them?!" Jason screams. "They're immune to fire—They're super strong."

"We can't kill them," Piper replies.

"There has to be a way!" Leo says.

"No. We can't kill them!" Piper insists, holding onto Ara's waist. "Anyone who kills a Maenad is cursed by Dionysus. Haven't you read the old stories? People who kill his followers go crazy or get morphed into animals or... well, bad stuff."

"Worse than letting the Maenads rip us to shreds? That's just great," Jason scoffs, trying not to slip off Pollo's back. "So we have to stop them without killing them. Anyone got a really big piece of flypaper?"

"A net!" Ara exclaims. "I can make one!"

Pollo stops and they hide behind a large tree, the Maneads seem to have momentarily lost track of them.

"We have twenty minutes until Bunker Nine explodes," Piper announces as she slips off the lion's back.

"It's impossible."

"We're dead."

"Shut up," Ara rummages through her backpack. "Deadlines are my favored stimuli and this one sure is deadly. Leo, I need..." She lists several items that he's quick to pull out from his belt. Five minutes later she's got a shrinking net-trap ready to go. "Beckendorf's finest."

"You're amazing," Leo stares at it and then at her like he can't believe she's real. Ara's creation has given him an idea. "I've got it! Jason, Ara, you'll have to find Buford. You know which way he went. Circle back and find him, then bring him to the bunker, quick!"

"What about you two?"

"We're going to lead the Maenads out of your way," Leo takes the trap from Ara's hand. "Straight to Bunker Nine."

"Excuse me, but isn't Bunker Nine about to explode?" Piper questions.

"Yes, but if I can get the Maenads inside, I have a way to take care of them!"

"Even if you can, we'll still have to find Buford and get the syncopator back to you in twenty minutes, or you, Piper, and a dozen crazy nymphs will blow up."

"Jason, seriously, it's like you don't know us," Ara raises a brow. "We're masters of unlikely."

"Trust us," Leo checks his watch again. "And it's nineteen minutes now."

"I love this plan," Piper grabs Jason and kisses him. "In case I explode. Please hurry."

Ara climbs back onto Pollo and pulls Jason up behind her. "Good luck!"

As they rush up the hill, she glances at Jason over her shoulder and frowns. Before she can even ask, he blabs out an explanation. "Yeah, we started dating last week—look where we're going!"

"I can't believe I missed that!" She pouts. "Did you get thrown into the lake? That's the tradition here, you know?"

"Yeah, Piper's siblings took care of it," he snorts. "I'm sorry, Ara, this isn't how we wanted to welcome you back."

"No worries, I've had worse welcomes," Ara admits, though she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Just hug the table!"

"Don't yell at me!" Jason screams back.

Ara's holding him by the waist while Pollo takes them to the bunker. Buford wasn't that hard to find but it is quite sneaky for a table. Jason had to seize it in a deadlock and now he's trapped in that position while the girl drags him and Buford like ragdolls through the forest.

Pollo storms into the bunker and Jason drops the table as soon as they enter, causing it to slide across the floor making a screeching noise that hurts their ears. Ara drops Jason and jumps off her lion stumbling over her feet.

"Watch the cage!" She orders her pet as she runs past the trapped Maneads.

Leo hugs his table. "I'm so sorry, Buford. I promise I'll never take you for granted again. Only Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing formula, my friend. Anytime you want it!"

"We've got two minutes left!" Piper informs them, lifting Jason off the ground.

Ara moves Leo out of the way and opens Buford's drawer. Leo runs ahead and guides her to the combustion chamber. "Help, Hephaestus!" She pleads out loud.

Leo opens a lid once and Ara quickly places the syncopator in position. She seizes tubes and connects them to it as fast as she can with Leo's help. When they finish, she closes the chamber and keeps her hands on the lid, as if fearing it will snap open.

"Guys?" Jason calls from outside, he can't see them.

"Hold on!" Leo responds. "Hey, you're glowing!"

"What?" Ara looks down.

The combustion chamber starts abruptly, the engine roars to life and drops into a steady purring. Leo places his hand on the surface to make sure everything's working, but Ara's the one who speaks.

"No clusters or leaking. Might need to stabilize it properly by hand 'cause some liquids are out of sync," she says, her palms remaining firmly placed on the lid.

The boy stares at her in surprise. "How do you know?"

"He blessed me!" She gasps and looks back at him. "Your dad blessed me!"

"No way!" Leo holds her by the shoulders. "How does it feel?"

"Amazing!" The girl holds him in the same way, her adrenaline is off the charts and it's making her feel more alive than ever, she feels like she can conquer the world. "I'm so glad Nico stole my T-Rex!"

"No idea what that means!" Leo looks at her with pride, his brown eyes softening as he speaks. "I don't care what Hercules and Achilles did to get their titles, you're still my favorite."

Ara kisses him. Leo makes a weird noise and flames erupt from the top of his head, but Ara doesn't move, she can't feel the heat. Buford bumps into her and makes her lose balance, she breaks the kiss and holds onto Leo's forearms to steady herself.

"Guys?" Piper speaks up. "What's that noise? Is it working?"

"Y-Yeah!" Leo replies, keeping Ara in place. "That's the sound of an engine not exploding!"

He faints abruptly, dragging her along.

"Holy—!" Ara tries to stand and pull him back up but fails. "Jason!"

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hii! May I have a fic for chrollo 🍮? One where reader is extremely disappointed to found out what Chrollo did to those poor Kurta kids. Reader is on full on raging yet he'd just brush it off, smth like "So? They're already dead anyway. I don't think you'd hate me either." Yes angst!

Oof this is good, thank you for the ask! Yes it did come out super angsty!

Chrollo x Kurta!reader : Brush it Off

Chrollo was everything to you. The moment you two met it seemed as though you had fallen in love at first sight. He was cute when you saw him that day in the museum, seemingly lost in thought over an artifact. You decided to go up and stand near him, but you were too afraid to say anything. The two of you had been standing in the same place for what felt like an eternity and you finally decided to give up on ever asking the handsome man how you wanted to talk to him about the museum until he looked at you with a smile.

"You seem to like this piece as much as I do," you froze up when you heard him. Spinning yourself around back to him, you looked at him with a surprised face.

"Ah, well, yes I do think that the work i-is, pretty neat," you scolded yourself for sounding so petty. You didn't think you sounded cool at all!

"Even if that is the case, I wonder if you have any other objectives, you were standing here for a long time and not many people do that. Did you want to talk to me about something?"

He could read you like a book. The two of you ended up spending three hours together in the museum, sharing things about yourselves while also admiring the artworks. He was also the one that suggested the two of you go for a coffee run together. It was what felt like heaven to you.

Things became even better when you really started liking him. He was even the one that confessed his feelings to you, and of course you said yes when he asked if the two of you could be in a relationship. How could you not? He was the only one that protected you from people that tried to harass you in the streets, and he seemed to understand you better than you knew yourself. It became even more apparent when you revealed to him your origins.

"Do you have a family by any chance? I would love to meet them," you ask him while the two of you were in your apartment. He paused while looking through your bookshelf, you had welcomed him to borrow any books that he wanted. Turning around. he gave you a weak smile.

"I don't have any, rather, I have always lived with people that I consider 'family' but it doesn't fit the standard definition of one," he responded. Ah, so the two of you were similar.

"I see," you shifted your gaze down. "I'm sort of like that too, since I'm, well, I'm a Kurta."

You didn't notice him furrow his eyebrows when you said this. "I was out in the world doing work when the incident around my clan happened. I never got to say goodbye to my family, I never saw my friends celebrate their birthday there either," you added on, looking out the window. "I wonder if they're angry at me for being the survivor, almost everyone died in the incident except me," you said. Of course, this was not true. Chrollo met someone recently that was a Kurta survivor as well. But instead of showing his true colors right away, he decided to play a bit more.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," his voice was soft, he was walking towards you. Brushing some hair out of your face, he saw that your eyes were glazed over with tears brimming. "I'm not sure what the best way for me to help you is, but I want you to know that you aren't alone. You have me, and I'll always be by your side."

Ah, where did that chivalrous man disappear to? The moment the two of you were hugging and kissing the next it seemed like the two of you were enemies. It happened after you ran into a bounty hunter, one who explained to you what the Phantom Troupe did and such. You weren't sure why the hunter was telling you all of this, but then he grabbed your shoulders and looked desperately at you.

"Man, do you even know how much fucking money is on their heads?!" He shook you.

"Stop, you're scaring me!" you pleaded with the man, but he kept rambling on.

"They're going to get me set for life! I'm gonna be richer than the mayor of Yorknew if I even kill two of 'em! I know you know one of them, so just lead me to the guy will ya?!"

"I don't know anyone from the troupe! S-someone help!" you looked around, but the two of you were in a quiet alleyway in the city. You were trapped. You didn't know nen either, but your eyes started to turn red. Thinking your emotions were overflowing, you squeezed your eyes shut so the hunter wouldn't know.

"TELL ME WHERE THE HEAD IS AND THAT'LL BE IT! DON'T TELL ME I HAVE TO KILL YOU AS WELL FOR BEING AN ACCOMPLICE YOU PIECE OF-"

Suddenly you heard something and a splatter of liquid across your face. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up to see a single pen stabbed into the hunter's head. Blood trickled down your face as the man slipped and fell, his eyes still open in shock. What made you scream however wasn't the fact that the hunter was dead, it was the fact that someone you knew had killed him.

"C-Chrollo, what's going on?" you muttered. He looked unfazed however, simply giving you the same smile he did back at the museum.

"You were running late for our trip to the market today, I was worried and it seems my intuition was correct," he was so calm.

"H-how could you kill someone though! More importantly, are you, are you part of the Phantom Troupe?" you asked him, now your voice was rising. He turned to you after kicking the man's head to the side with his foot.

"Yes, I happen to be the leader as well."

"S-so, you were the one that was behind the death of my clan as well," you stumbled back, too shocked by the news. How could he not be ashamed that he did such a thing?! "Y-you said you cared for me, you even told me that the Kurta did nothing wrong yet YOU KILLED THEM!"

"Ah, you're so naive, y/n, you should learn how to read people better," suddenly the Chrollo you knew disappeared. His eyes were cold, but he kept smiling. You wanted to punch him, scream at him for what he did to your life, but all you could do was let tears well up in your eyes.

"Darling, don't cry, you know I don't like seeing you-"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME YOU MONSTER!" you shouted, turning away from him. A horrible sob came out of your throat and you buried your face in your hands. Chrollo still watched you, now slightly amused.

"You called me 'sweetheart' yesterday, but now it's changed to 'monster.' You can be quite indecisive you know," he commented. "Besides, the Kurta was buried with their village, they are not with us anymore," he walked slowly towards you, almost like you were some prey and he was a lion.

"You trusted me so much, you sang love to me every night, I don't think that would change for some creatures, right?"

"Are you saying I'm one of those 'creatures' then?" you looked up at him, he was directly above you.

"Perhaps, but I'm not out to get your eyes and sell them yet," he was so direct with his words. "I want to still stand by you, I'm sure you have no one else to turn to either way."

He was right. He was always right. You wanted to tell him you had your brothers and sisters, your best friends from Lukso Province, but no one was there behind you. You were all alone, the sole survivor of the Kurta clan (at least to your knowledge). Sighing in defeat, you let Chrollo wrap his arms around you. He shushed your weeping, whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

The day went on as if the event never happened. Instead of going to the market, the two of you settled to stay indoors. He was reading on your couch as always, and you were making some food. You looked at the pan, it was a mix of ingredients you were familiar with. The dish was a favorite of yours when you were younger, one that your mother had always made.

"Remember to share it with those that care for you and those that you love," your mother said while patting your head. You nodded and watched as she showed how to prepare the dish.

"'People that care about me' huh," you mumbled to yourself. "How ironic."

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armpirate · 1 year

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 5

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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I can't believe I finally made it to my day off, just like I can't believe I've spent three hours of it arguing with Tammy on the phone. I try to stand my ground, be serious for once on my decision while she tries to get me to do what she wants.

I know I was invited, I know they all were nice to me. And I understand Melanie will need help for sure to get all of the things she'll need for her birthday, but I can't believe I'm the only one free to go shopping and get something for the next weekend.

—You're the only one that's free today. I was going to be the one going with her, but I had some issues in the bank and it'll take longer than expected —the noise and murmurs on the back prove she's being honest—. And it'll be great for you to leave the house., take some fresh air, socialize... You know?

I sigh when I realize she might be right. Also, it'll be a good chance to get to know Melanie better before I decide to spend a whole weekend in a house she rented for her birthday.

—When should I meet her?

I'm not seeing her, but I'm fully convinced Tammy has an annoying smile drawn across her face, and that she always shows off when she wins an argument against me -or just when she gets away with what she wants.

Tammy takes her time to tell me where and when they were supposed to meet. And thank god I didn't keep insisting on not going, because I'm sure I'm already late. And that's one of the consequences of me not paying too much attention to what I'm wearing: a pair of black joggers and a white t-shirt. At the end of the day, I'm just going grocery shopping. This is what normal people wear.

And even if it wasn't, fuck it. I don't want to think too much about it, and I don't have the energy either.

Although I had the feeling I left the house late, and I also got the wrong bus, I arrive on time. Or so I think when I get to the supermarket and I don't see Melanie waiting for me outside as she was supposed to.

—Look who we have here! —I hear a male voice on my back.

For one fast second, I think it could be one of the customers being able to recognize me after getting drunk as fuck last night (it's surprising the amount of them that's able to recognize me if they ever see me on the street). But that voice... that voice is too familiar.

—Do you know how disrespectful it is to make people wait for you?

Oh c'mon.

I'm unable to hide my pissed off face when I first see him, my eyes instantly travel to the back of my head when we are face to face.

—And do you know even little kids are able to wait where they're supposed to be waiting? —I cross my arms over my chest before I continue— Melanie was supposed to be waiting for me here.

—She asked me to come in her place —he shrugs—. She wasn't feeling well.

I thought I was the only one free today... I'm going to kill Tammy.

—Shall we start? I have more things to do.

He turns around and starts walking again. I follow him, like he expected me to do when he started his way inside, and like I should be doing unless we want to start a show in front of everyone. I don't want to argue, I just want to do this fast enough so I don't have to see his face longer than needed. I walk past the second entrance, heading to the carts that are lining up. Seconds later, the whole line shakes when someone else imitates my action and pulls out another cart.

—Let's finish this fast —Jungkook says on my left.

—Please.

And just like that, with each one of us pushing our respective carts, we head inside.

We don't talk much while we are at it, only the necessary every single time we just mention what Melanie wrote down on her list. And I'm thankful for that. I know for sure we would be arguing after exchanging words for three seconds. But it doesn't seem like Jungkook likes this silence.

Oh, not at all.

I know he's dying to say something, but seems like he's refraining himself so we can keep the peace at it -at least while we are here. But again, I'm wrong, and he contradicts me when he opens his mouth.

—So you won't talk at all?

—No —I simply answer—. I have nothing to talk about with you. And, if I had known you were the one coming, I wouldn't have come.

—Oh my god. I can't believe you honored me with your presence —he throws the comment with annoying irony tinting each one of his words.

I roll my eyes at his words. I don't know why he'd want me to talk with him, when the only two times we tried to have a conversation, both ended in arguments. It happened the first time we saw each other, it also happened the other day in the bar -even if we both tried to watch our tone, because his friends were there. And if we keep going down this way right now, today will be no exception.

—Do you get hard by arguing with me or what? —I ask annoyed, totally ignoring which paper plates are better to face him.

He's giving me that look and that smirk that proves he got exactly what he was looking for: drag me into his childish games. I don't know what he's about to say, but I have no interest in knowing it either. So I bend over again, getting five packs of plates -just like Melanie asked on her list.

For one second, and due to the silence that's surrounding me right now -with those words Jungkook was about to say hanging in the air-, I assume he might have left and might be on a different aisle. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of being crunched down and feeling my thighs burn after a few seconds, I finally relax for the first time today.

But all that peace leaves me as soon as I get up and turn around.

He's still here.

He's still here, and I'd dare to say it seems like he's closer than before. His right hand is resting on the cart I was pushing just some seconds ago.

His long sleeved black sweater covers his tattoos, only allowing me to see the ones on his hand. And looking at those, I remember exactly the first time I saw him some nights ago, lying carelessly with that same arm on the counter, standing out among every other guy that was in that pub. Nine years ago, I probably would've made a standing ovation to myself for being able to be this close with the bad guy of my dreams: the long hair, the tattoos, the piercings, the motorbike, and that "misunderstood guy" attitude that drove anyone in their teens insane when I was younger. But now? Now I'm asking myself what I was thinking that night when I played eye contact with him, and even let him give me a ride back. Good lord, what the hell was I thinking when I followed him inside the studio at all?

Still, feeling him so close makes me feel dizzy all of a sudden. That playful smirk is long gone, and there's no fun left in his eyes. He's looking serious. The type of seriousness that could mean nothing, but mean everything at the same time.

One step closer, and I'm caged between his body, the shelves on my back and the cart on my left. The only way out vanishes as soon as he places his left hand on the side of my head. Now I'm totally cornered.

I should be thinking about what went down the first time we met, or maybe I should think about the little detail that he has a girlfriend. But I get lost in his black eyes and the lip ring that moves slowly when he slips his tongue over it. That fucking piercing he's playing with while he looks at me, without saying a word, and that I'd love to play with myself right now.

—At least I'm not the one trembling just because I'm close to you —his warm breath hits my lips when he whispers.

My eyes open wide when I'm aware of what's happening, my head emerging to that drunken state I was in for a brief moment. He made me sink in it, and Jungkook himself took me out of it effortlessly.

He really did all this shit just to snap back at something I said minutes ago?

I'm back to myself. My eyes squint while my brain works hard, thinking about all the possibilities available for a payback. He still hasn't moved an inch, but his eyes are back to giving me that mocking look I'm more used to, and that smirk is back on his face. But I'm determined to change that pretty soon the moment I'm aware his hand is still resting on the cart.

His attitude shows he's even fuller of himself when I move my hand up to the cart, really close to his. Once my fingers are about to slide over his, I push the cart and make Jungkook lose his balance. He doesn't fall, yet he is really close to.

That's what happens when you're more confident than you should.

I walk next to him, just so I'm able to get to my cart and push it back again.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Beef Over Wands, Part 3

So Erik still ain't got a wand, and he wants you to help him with that.

Harry Potter X HBCU X Black Panther

Last Part

Your request was a long shot simply because you ain't care for that nigga. He could suffer in his own mediocrity until grad for all you cared.

"Gimme 48 hours," he said with confidence. 48 hours? Impossible.. unless he was scamming or he already knew who had it. Did he really know who had it? He couldn't possibly.

Did he?

He wasn't nervous. But how thee hell would he track down a HAMU Marauder's Map if he couldn't track down a simple wand? That right there blew your mind and did not sit right. At all!

"Mm," you hummed with a passive side-eye, turning away. You looked back just in time to see his back as he left on a mission. You wouldn't hold your breath about it.

48 hours later, you're tapped in the hall as you pass him. He's with a group of Slytherin students, and they're talking forbidden curses. He slips you a note: back here in 10 minutes.

You were headed to the library for a study group, but that's another building. Curious, you decide to wait and circle area. What if he really did it? What if he really managed to get his hands on that map? You've heard rare stories about the OG Marauder's Map, and you've dreamed of having it in your possession, if only for an hour. Five minutes even.

When you make it back to the meet-up location, Erik is returning alone and empty-handed. Your brows drop in subtle disappointment. What did you expect? He doesn't speak when he walks up. He just looks around.

"Who are we waiting for," you guess, looking too. There are a few people around, but they're in their own conversations.

Suddenly, a guy you recognize as Morris Cho turns the corner. He, too, went to Hogwarts School of Wizardry for 7 years, but he was years ahead of you. You don't know him personally. His older cousin dated the infamous Harry Potter once, and so people knew Morris' name by extension. He's a tall, hot blasian.

He stops beside you, and Erik whispers, "Show it to her." Morris opens his robe, revealing the hidden rolled up parchment.

Your eyes grow large. "This is-How did you get this," you whisper, trying not to gush, but you can't take your eyes off it.

"Three days," he reinforces sternly to Erik. They shake on it. What did Erik trade? To you, Morris whispers with a quick demo, "Tap it. Say I solemly swear I'm up to no good. Then, when you're done with it, say Mischief Managed.. or else anyone could read it."

In that glance, you could really see everyone on the entire campus, in the apartments, and where they were as they walked or paced. Endless mischief flashes in your mind. You could steal a test key, steal materials and ingredients, eavesdrop on damning information, clock people's schedules and deviations.. the BLACKMAIL POTENTIAL. Shoving the map inside your blue Ravenclaw letterman's jacket like it's a stolen watch, you turn to Erik once Morris is gone. "How did you swing this?"

"Being on friendly terms with me has its perks," his arms cross. "Can you use it to locate my wand?"

Your mental antenna goes up, calling bullshit on his act. "I absolutely can." There's no way he can't find his damn wand alone. He seems capable. What's his end game? You decide to play dumb to see. "It's a chance to take the map for another test drive.."

You lead him into an empty open lecture hall and close the door, laying the parchment across a flat surface. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good," you whisper with a tap of your wand. Instantly, all is revealed. "Brought my dowsing charm just in case the impossible occurred."

Erik hangs over at your side, looking eagerly as you dangle your trusted pendulum over the map and think of his old wand, the twin of your old wand. As the charm sways, tilting in a singular direction, you slowly walk it in the direction it's going, and it circles a guy walking on the third floor. "Drago Hamilton," you say in unison.

"He's in Spell Reversal. What are you gonna do?"

"Simple. I'm a lure him out and.. have a conversation," he says with even more confidence than before. "Watch me."

Erik takes off, and you gather your map, returning it inside your jacket. You're tempted to bail, but this entire scenario is too intriguing. Will he actually get his old wand back? You follow in path to the proper classroom and locate Erik freshly inside, passing off a note to Drago and stepping out. Of course, Drago is a 6'2 Slytherin built like an arm-wrestling champ. He and Erik have that in common.

"Now we wait," Erik says, standing next to you in the wide hall.

Drago comes out, closing the room door with his heavy hands raised like he's ready to throw them. "What's up? We have a problem?"

You step back, staying out of the crossfire as Erik challenges with "We can get to it." He gestures in the direction of the exit.

You get a strike for fighting on campus if you're caught. You can get kicked out of school for good. Drago doesn't care. He throws a punch, and they start scrapping on the floor. You're in shock because for those brief few seconds, there's no talk or sound outside of fists connecting to face or body. They both land hits that would crush a normal person's facial structure.

"Immobulous," you cast instinctively, freezing Drago for the moment, just long enough for you to grab Erik's ear and pull him away, reminding him like you’re his damn mother that he's gonna get kicked out of HAMU if he doesn't "chill the fuck out." Luckily for himself, he sobers quickly. You thought for a second earlier that he could be a low-key genius. Not anymore.

When you turn the corner, he pulls you into another empty class, pulls you against himself, and covers your mouth while you both stand against the wall in the dark, silently waiting for Drago to come thru. It's silent for a minute because there are no classes going on anywhere else on this side of the floor, it seems.

You pry Erik's hand off of your mouth and pull away, giving yourself a few feet. "He's not coming."

"And I still don't have my wand."

"Fuck that wand and you at this point," you toss it at him. He catches it clumsily, looking pleasantly surprised. He should be. He couldn't get a simple job done after all. You finessed that wand when Drago was frozen in place and so focused on Erik that he didn't notice it being taken. Rolling your eyes, you leave to head to your study group a little late.

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 16

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @lucbian , @jensenandtheboys , @out-in-the-open , @justjensenanddean ,

Wordcount: 1786

Chapter 16

It took some convincing the next morning as Dean helped you change your bandages before he agreed you could try to drive home. You took some Tylenol and pulled on another of his t-shirts for a looser fit, along with some scrub bottoms you often slept in.

He insisted on hauling everything out to the vehicles himself and made you promise that the two of you would make several stops along the way to get out and stretch and reassess in case you were tired or sore.

You suspected he knew nothing was going to keep you from getting home to your baby boy, but you humored him by agreeing to his terms before hitting the road.

You drove the truck while Dean followed behind you in the Impala. An hour into the drive you pulled over for some breakfast and coffee at a quaint little diner. Halfway through the meal, you got a series of photos in a text from Addie as she and Sam took Jonah for a walk in his stroller. You and Dean scrolled through the pictures together.

"I'm glad they're getting some fresh air," you said. "They've been so cooped up."

"Yeah. They're good kids," Dean said. "All three of them."

He grinned and took a sip of his coffee.

The rest of the drive was painstakingly long, mostly just because you were so anxious for it to be over with. You made one more stop at a rest area because Dean insisted you get out and stretch your legs.

You tried not to be the stereotypical terrible doctor-patient and did as he suggested, knowing it would definitely decrease your chances of a blood clot developing and help prevent your leg from getting stiff after all the trauma you'd endured. You almost instantly regretted admitting it to him when you saw his haughty smirk.

"God, you're going to be insufferable until I get all healed up, aren't you?"

Dean shrugged, still smirking. "You know it, sweetheart."

Pulling into the bunker’s garage felt as healing that day as it had been the first time you’d done it when you’d moved into the bunker with Sam and Dean all those years ago. You parked the truck and Dean pulled the Impala in behind you.

“I’ll get your bags and stuff in a little bit. Let’s just get you inside,” Dean told you as he came around to take your hand in his and walk with you.

You found Addie and Sam in the mess hall, and they both jumped to their feet when they heard you approaching.

“Hey!” Sam said, eyes looking you over to make sure you were really in one piece. “You made it!” He bent down to wrap his arms around you, giving you an affectionate squeeze that was less tight and squishy than usual, a sign that he was still worried about any injuries you’d sustained.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Addie said, stepping up to hug you and Dean both when Sam gave her room. Addie pulled the baby monitor from her back pocket. “Jonah’s still napping, but he could be getting up any minute unless you want to go get him.”

“We’ll let him sleep,” you said, though your heart was aching so bad to hold him it physically hurt. You knew better than to wake a napping baby.

“That’ll give us a few minutes to change your bandages,” Dean said.

“How - how bad is it?” Sam asked, eyeing you in concern again.

“I’ve had worse,” you answered vaguely.

“Thank you for holding down the fort, you two,” Dean said to Sam and Addie.

"Yes, thank you," you said echoing the sentiment. "Knowing Jonah was safe here … I can't tell you what that meant to me. To both of us."

“Don’t mention it,” Addie assured you both with a smile. “We’re just glad you got the witch."

“Exactly,” Sam agreed.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Dean put a hand on the small of your back. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

Addie shifted on her feet anxiously. “Can - can we help?”

“You can come,” you told her with a smile. “We can fill you in on what you missed.”

Sam and Addie fell into step behind you as you walked with a slight limp down the hall with Dean at your side.

“Where are you hurt?” Sam asked as you sat down on the exam table.

Dean grabbed you a sheet to use for cover if you wanted as you pulled your scrub bottoms down to your knees so Dean could look at your thigh.

Hunting wounds had never afforded you much in the way of modesty and you opted out of trying to awkwardly cover up with the sheet. You sat in your t-shirt and underwear instead as Dean removed the bandage. The wound looked just as you'd hoped it would without any obvious signs of infection.

Sam, who had instantly gone into protective-brother mode the minute you'd arrived home, moved in closer to take a better look. "Is that a gunshot wound?" he asked, jaw clenching.

".380," Dean said as he went to the cupboard to get some gloves and supplies.

"A demon shot you?" Addie asked, horrified.

You shook your head. "Not exactly…."

Addie blinked, perplexed. "The witch?"

"Your backup weapon is a .380," Sam said slowly. "What happened?"

"She used a spell to deflect a round and it ricocheted and caught me," you said regretfully. "It'll heal."

"What happened here?" Sam asked, pointing to your waist.

"That was a blade," you admitted. "It's superficial. As long as it doesn't get infected, it'll be fine."

"How - how many demons?" Addie asked.

Dean pulled up a rolling stool to situate himself and set to work re-bandaging your thigh.

"Four in all," you said in answer to Addie's question.

Addie's eyes were wide with horror and you reached out a hand to her which she squeezed in a gesture of support. "You fought off four demons? Alone?"

"Well, not all at once. They mostly did me the courtesy of showing up one or two at a time. And one of them sort of took himself out of the picture."

Dean paused long enough to look up at you then, green eyes locking onto yours. You leaned down far enough to leave a gentle kiss on his forehead to reassure him you were really okay.

"Don't sell yourself short, sweetheart," Dean said as he returned to dressing your thigh. "You kicked ass back there."

He’d just finished putting a new bandage on the laceration on your waist when you heard Jonah's little cooing from the baby monitor. Your face lit up at the sound and Addie laughed and handed the monitor to you.

“Go get him, Mama,” she said with a grin.

It was all you could do not to run down the hall to him. Dean went with you, helping you to walk faster in spite of your limp, and you opened the nursery door and went to Jonah's crib. He was lying there in a little onesie, happy as could be after his nap. You bent at the waist to gather your son in your arms, bringing him to your chest to snuggle him.

"There's my sweet boy," you said, feeling the sting of happy tears in your eyes as you kissed his cheek. "Mommy missed you so much."

Holding him in your arms again was all you needed. It was like the final confirmation that the nightmare was over and everyone was safe.

Dean stood at your side, hand resting on your lower back as you gently bounced Jonah in your arms. Tears fell freely from your eyes then. You didn't even try to stop them. It was as if your body needed the release after all the pent-up frustration and fear and anguish.

"It's finally over," you said to Dean, knowing he'd understand exactly what you meant.

"Thanks to you, sweetheart," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.

He took a step even closer then, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you and Jonah into his embrace. "How'd I get so god-damned lucky, huh?" He pressed a kiss to your hair and you leaned your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Did you get bigger on me, little man?” you said to the baby, holding him out just far enough to get a better look at him.

“Just might have,” Dean said with a grin, brushing his fingers gently over Jonah’s hair. “He’s going to get a whole lot bigger.”

“I know I should be happy about that,” you said, wiping at your eyes with the shoulder of your shirt. “But I just want to enjoy him while he’s little enough to hold. With the Winchester genes, God knows that won’t last long.”

Dean chuckled and watched you snuggle Jonah. “I’m going to go get our bags from the garage. Then what do you say we make up for lost time with the munchkin?”

You nodded up at him. “Sounds great. I’ll make him a bottle.”

“Okay. Be right back.” Dean left you in the nursery and you bounced Jonah in your arms for a moment longer, admiring the way every ounce of decor in the little cowboy-themed nursery just screamed Dean. You smiled so wide your face hurt.

It was good to be home.

Dean found you and Addie and Sam in the mess hall after he finished. “Anyone up for lunch yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, actually,” you said from the table where you were sitting and holding Jonah.

Sam brought over a freshly made bottle of formula to you after having insisted you sit and rest while he mix it up.

“What sounds good?” Dean asked. “I’ll make whatever you want.”

“Honestly, I’m craving a BLT,” you answered.

“Yeah?” Dean grinned, eying Addie and Sam next. “All in?”

“BLT’s it is,” Addie said with a nod.

Twenty minutes later Dean had enough bacon fried for everyone to start making their sandwiches. Except for yours, which he insisted on making himself. He brought it over to you on a plate, along with a beer.

“Here,” he said. “You’ve earned it.”

You grinned up at him. “You know what? I have.”

He clapped his hands twice and held out his arms for you to hand over Jonah. Then he sat across from you at the table and doted on Jonah while you devoured the sandwich and sipped a beer.

Addie and Sam sat at the table, too, and you all enjoyed lunch together. You soaked it all up like a sponge. The relief. The joy. The family time. It was all you wanted.

It was everything you'd fought for.

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So, so glad Masters introduced that poll and is still talking about guilds and co-op and PvP, I will never tired of the idiotic discussions this will spark.

"Yeah, PvP would be so good, I like competition!" Not in gacha, you don't. Moreover, find me a singular way to establish PvP in a game like this. I'll wait.

"Yeah, PvP is stupid! But a really strong co-op system would be great!" Did we learn nothing from Dragalia? You want to spend hours just waiting to get in a match for one person to immediately fuck up and drop it? That's what you want? Because that's what you're going to get.

"Well it could be fine if they let you battle on your own, but as part of a guild your scores accumulate and then rewards happen based on how the guild performs!" Consider the discrete scenarios: guilds have infinite availability for new members, or guilds have limited availability. Now consider if Gauntlet became a guild-centric, rewards-based leaderboard. You know all the top performers know each other, right? They're the people who contribute to the solo count document. They all know one another. And they're all going to band together. Suddenly, there is a major guild that has all the top performers in one place. Revisiting our scenarios:

In scenario 1, everyone joins that guild, because who the hell else is going to stand a chance? Maybe you'll have a handful of others that matter, but eventually the whole system boils into just a few options anyway so what was the point?

In the more likely scenario 2, new players are now fucked. Everyone established, good at the game, and willing to pay into it is in the same guild. You are not going to dethrone them. You have like 3-5 options vying for the top rewards, while everyone else gets consolation prizes. And as a new player? Even the mid-tiers don't want you. Our spots are limited, bro, and we do not have space for someone who can't really contribute much. We're not here to babysit while you get established. But this is the moneymaker meta now, so a new player walks in, immediately gets presented with the choice of spending massive amounts to catch up quickly or be excluded, and promptly deletes the game because who is going to deal with that?

Gacha naturally trends toward the stingy. New gacha are always more enticing to play, because they're still in the phase where they're setting up the addiction trap of constant reinforcement. Even a good established gacha is going to lose their long-term players to burnout and breaks as they shuffle on to other, more "generous" games. The means of survival is attracting new blood; new whales who are fresh on the game and enjoying what's here for what it is, and paying into the system in place of the previous players who left. This is the only way to maintain. FEH only saw profits increase year to year when Three Houses was big and it was like all they focused on. Because it drew in a metric ton of new players, and some of them stuck around as new whales. Masters is on course to do the same with Paldea and Hisui introductions simultaneously. These were pretty popular games, and we're coming into a period where they might see a reversal of fortune.

But if you alter the state of the game to be centered around co-op, competitive, or guilds, you're increasing the odds of those players showing up, being unable to get established anywhere without paying into the system, and dropping entirely, because they don't yet have the attachment to pay in to stay with it. FOMO only matters if you care about what's missing. If you make a system that can't get its hooks in, it's going to do more harm than good. Which is what will happen if you're going to do something like this, because now you're opening yourself to competition. You want people to pay a small fortune for a competitive Pokemon gacha? Smogon is free, bro.

#pokemon masters

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september was not great folks, but we're trying <3

in the saddest realization of the season i discovered that my favorite part of the day is my 40m drive to work because it's chilly and i can see a lot of trees and the morning light and i also am in the perfect headspace to listen to Good Music and it's like when i used to make my morning playlists for opening the coffeeshop except soooo much more enjoyable

been listening to lots of holly humberstone and NF's new album and justin vernon stuff (bon iver, BRM, etc) and unfortunately gracie abrams - there's just something about all these artists being like "I AM THE PROBLEM ITS ME IM SORRY" that just speaks to me! that's not concerning at all!

laura and i talked for like two hours last night and it was like old times and god i really do miss when we'd just ride the same bus home and i could walk to her house ):

i've been trying to make taylor's chai cookies for like a week and i realized i absolutely have time to make them today so i'm trying to buck up the energy to do that in the next two hours before i have to be a person and go to a photoshoot

"good day" by olivia barton

i'm trying to get back into crying in h mart because mom finished reading it and we're supposedly buddy reading it so we can discuss it but i haven't felt like reading all month because i've been depressed...but like damn cancer sucks guys

in other news, i think because i've had such a shitty brain month this september i've almost pushed myself so far that halloween season sounds really fun!!! i'm trying to work through my halloween hate bc i think it's kind of silly and all my friends love halloween so i should love it too! and like i wanna watch spooky movies and be chilly and have FUN! god!

i kinda forgot a vital piece of jennalore which is that when i was a kid my mom's college roommate used to send us frosted sugar cookies shaped like bats every halloween and it was actually kinda the best thing ever? so i'm trying to channel that energy this season

work is batshit insane and i'm so exhausted by it i literally slept for 11hrs on like wednesday night bc i was so tired but also......when we're busy i always feel like i'm actually Doing Something and my bosses are so happy with the work i do so like.....it's good even though it's bad!

therapy has actually been really really good? like it Sucks bc it's therapy and i hate talking about my feelings but my therapist is the sweetest NB person ever and they're always just like "uhhh that's emotional abuse my dude!" and i'm so fucking excited bc at the end of october they're gonna have saturday openings which means i can finally go talk to them in person and not on my lunch break in our tiny break room!!!! at this point i have to pretend like my coworker can't hear everything i say during therapy otherwise i'd go insane so i always leave my sessions being like ......did max hear that i'm aroace and i have depression and i might be neurodivergent??? idk!!!

which speaking of, even though max and i definitely aren't like friends by any sense of the word....we are also just like having a time together! it's wild i see him most out of all the people i know but i think we're both going a little insane from the workload and being Depressed so we just spend all day being kinda wacky and for whatever reason i've reached a point where i stopped having a filter with him so i just start talking about the most random shit and he's cool with it lol

i think i might maybe be a little lonely! idk! i've been struggling to figure out what i need or who to talk to and i generally just want to talk to like two or three of my friends or my gc and everyone's just busy ): but then when i have the chance to talk to anyone and i Sit Down to try to interact bc i know some people are probably around i just get a little overwhelmed idk make it make sense!!!

and i realized i don't have a lot of IRL friends anymore bc a lot of the ones i had from the coffeeshop are Not My Friend and the ones i met on instagram are also Not My Friend and the ones i used to live with are Not My Friend and so my list of people to hang with is teeny tiny and idek what i need or want anymore so it's just my brain screaming .

the most frustrating thing rn is that i know i'm in a bad mental place however i cannot distinguish what i need! but when someone asks me what i need i get this intense panic/dread and i spiral real bad and if anyone tries to be kind to me it makes me feel worse and so it's like....i'm stuck in this stand still where i can't get what i need but i don't know what i need so i just eat cereal, listen to music, and go to bed early!!!

i don't wanna watch anything, i still haven't finished this season of only murders, i need a DVD player bc i want to watch the director's commentary of hill house, there's a bunch of shows and movies coming out soon that i feel overwhelmed by at the moment and it's just like !!! this is all so unfair

and i need to make all these appointments like getting my oil changed and going to the doctor for my annual but i cannot bring myself to do those things but also like should i ask my doctor about medication for depression??? surely it isn't that serious but like maybe it is idk!!!!

the depression isn't as bad as it's been in the past (i think?) like i felt a lot more hopeless in 2017 and i think a lot of that is because i do have a support system and a therapist and a good paying job and things to look forward to but like i'm very aware that many days i do just feel that feeling of "everything is meaningless and nothing will bring me joy ever again" so it's like !!! idk!!!! maybe i'm gaslighting myself into thinking i'm not that bad when in actuality i am!!!

i've just been stuck in that space of middle limbo with all my "diagnoses" that i cannot rationally understand if i'm allowing myself to see myself the way i am? like i always felt like i wasn't depressed enough to be Depressed bc i'm not suicidal but like ??? that's silly !!! maybe i am Depressed!!!!! but i don't even know how to go about getting meds and what they would do and it's almost more overwhelming to think about that than to just be depressed ): bc i still am convinced a lot of it comes down to the heat and the lingering effects of summer

but now i'm thinking about 2021 when it was the bad times and i stopped working on creative stuff or literally any year from 2017-2020 when i just spent the early fall Not Creating and having a crisis that i'd never create again and it's like.............is that bc i'm always depressed around this time? it's comforting bc i know life is seasons and i will come back around to making things and doing my silly projects but it's just sort of making me wonder how it would be different if i tried to find a way to get meds ....like would that Fix Me....would that Solve the Problem....what if it doesn't! what if i'm not depressed enough for that!

(this is all just thoughts, i'm fine, etc, just haven't let myself fully think about the depression this month bc i don't think there's a solution rn i'm just trying to get through it)

anyway, "good day" by olivia barton

#personal #it really is not that bad!!!#and yet...the horrors

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