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kamaluhkhan · 4 months

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anti-curse

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader

summary: whether he knew it or not, percy jackson made the world a better, brighter place — and you intend to protect him, no matter what path the fates leads you down. fuck prophetic dreams. the future wasn't written in stone.

warnings/disclaimers: mentions of typical demigod things (battles, weapons, etc.); this is set during the heroes of olympus series so roughly follows that plot + features the seven demigods; mainly inspired by book!percy (dark hair, sea green eyes) bc that's the one i fell in love w growing up; characters are aged up from the book (reader + percy are meant to be 21-22 y/o) bc i imagine there was more time between prophecies/series....anyways, please enjoy <3

when you first met percy jackson, he almost shot you through the chest with an arrow.

given that apollo is your godly parent, you often found yourself at the archery field, which happened to be one of the first stops on percy’s tour of camp half-blood. after that first mishap, your other half-siblings were, understandably, too scared to let percy try again — frankly chiron seemed a bit hesitant as well — and you could sense that percy felt disheartened. so, you flashed the boy a reassuring smile before giving him a few pointers and a second chance. when he smiled back at you, you felt a fluttering in your stomach that told you percy jackson would be more than a little important in your life.

archery still wasn't percy's strong suit, but your gut feeling turned out to be true. you and percy had dealt with a lot since then — a handful of quests, several prophecies, more than a few near-death experiences, a titan war, and, maybe worst of all, high school. you couldn't imagine getting through any of it without him by your side, and you knew the feeling was mutual.

so, you were entirely anticipating that percy would be hurt by your announcement during dinner.

“no way that’s happening.” percy laughs, as if he can’t believe you’d suggest something as ridiculous as not having him accompany you on your quest. he remains unfazed, takes a sip of his electric blue coke before gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “come on, sunshine. have something to eat.”

the nickname sends your heart into a frenzy as you sit next to him. you and percy had never been anything other than friends, but sometimes....sometimes you look at his dangerous ocean eyes and wind-swept dark hair and it makes you blush. sometimes you consider the way his laughter fills you with warmth and his smile holds a thousand memories, the way he teases and winks at you and you decide that he makes your world so much brighter. sometimes you remember how sarcastic and thoughtful and loyal and reckless he is, his heart of gold and unpredictability of the sea. and you start to think that maybe possibly you'd fallen in love with your best friend.

that was not the issue at hand, though. you summon your favourite food and drink, but don't particularly feel like having either. percy returns to his conversation with hazel about how the two of you would drive up to montauk after you finally got your license, any time either of you needed to escape your reality, even just for a night. you'd sit on the beach, stargazing and roasting stale marshmallows and wishing to stay there forever. hazel seems to think that sounds like a nice escape, and percy promises that once the eight of you fulfill this prophecy, you'll all go to the beach house together, which makes hazel break out into a grin.

you can't help but smile at percy who loves his friends, who has loved you for so long. that feeling is quickly replaced by a pang in your chest that reminds you what's at stake. from the corner of your eye, you notice annabeth across from you, who looks at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t quite solve. you're trying to hide it, but if anyone can read you better than percy, it's annabeth. she knows something is weighing on your mind. you briefly lock eyes with jason, who you had gone to earlier for help, from the other side of the room, where he sits between piper and frank.

if you weren’t so distracted, you would have been able to enjoy dinner. the eight of you — all demigods of the current great prophecy — hadn’t been all together in a while, and it was nice to share a meal aboard the argo ii despite the reality of why you’d all been traveling together. leo had equipped the ship with magic plates and cups, and with the lively jokes and stories filling the air, you could almost imagine it was an ordinary summer evening at camp. you could almost forget that tomorrow, you had to go on a quest to rescue apollo and artemis from python, a monster so powerful your father barely defeated him thousands of years ago. you could almost ignore the impending war with gaea and the giants, and the doomed fate of the world if you were to fail. the one thing you could no longer ignore, however, is the gut feeling you have about the fate of the boy sitting next to you if your quest is to unfold the way you had first planned it.

you clear your throat, an attempt to interrupt the group's conversations.

“i was serious earlier,” you declare. “you’re not coming with me, percy. jason is.”

the smile percy had on his face fades. his eyes are filled with concern and disbelief, as he glances at you. “i – i don’t understand.”

"percy,” jason jumps in carefully, aware that he’s treading through dangerous waters like you had warned him. “y/n and i were strategizing earlier and it seems to make the most sense, given our powers combined."

percy shakes his head. “but — but you can’t just make last minute changes. we’ve already got everything set. right, valdez?”

leo shrugs, swallowing a mouthful of chicken before responding. “i don’t know, man. i’m no expert in quests, but it seems like i’m not the one who should be deciding this.” leo looks at you, and you nod gratefully.

you've been on edge since last night, and to calm your nerves you fiddle with the gold chain around your neck. it was a gift from your father: a necklace with a music note charm that can transform into an electric guitar or a bow and quiver. thankfully, you hadn't had to need both at the same time.

“it's up to me. and i want leo and jason to come with me.”

“then i’ll come too,” percy's voice remains calm, but insistant.

“isn’t there that thing about quests usually being done in threes?”

“that is true, piper,” percy agrees. he tilts his head towards you, like he's calling on you to remember. "exceptions have been made, though. like that one time with zoe." that had been years ago, when demigods from camp half-blood and hunters of artemis joined forces. five had been sent out on a quest, but only three came back. you shiver at the thought.

"or my quest through the labyrinth," annabeth recalls.

"but won't that also change our other plans, though?" hazel asks.

"not necessarily," you pipe in, your voice more assertive. "if jason and percy just switch. no harm done."

"we're not interchangeable," percy grumbles.

"hera sure seemed to think so!" leo searches the room for positive responses to his joke, but the most he gets is a half-hearted laugh from frank. "too soon?"

you take a deep breath. "it's not a big deal, really."

"it kind of is," percy counters. "you've never gone on a quest without me."

"you've gone on quests without me," you point out.

"that's...that's different."

"why? because i'm so weak that i need the son of the sea god to protect me at all times?"

you're giving percy the coldest stare you ever have. he hesitates to hold your gaze.

"you know that's not what i meant," he sighs.

"then what did you mean?"

percy looks at you, his eyes and tone softer. “look, sunshine, let's just stick with the plan, alright? we can just —”

“gods, you never listen, do you?" you finally snap. "you're not coming! i don’t want you there, percy!”

percy stares at you, stunned. you look around the table, and everyone looks back at you, wide-eyed. they weren’t used to this side of you, your sudden outburst not fitting in with your usually sunny disposition.

“well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” leo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, with less than ideal results.

“you saw something in your dreams, didn’t you?” annabeth realizes.

her conclusion makes you freeze.

demigod dreams are always significant, carrying vivid images of monsters, messages from friends or enemies. some children of apollo like you had visions of the future — pseudo prophecies that are supposedly set to unfold given the path you’re on. technically, you weren’t supposed to share your visions, something about messing with fate or destiny, but that didn’t mean you had to accept the way things were.

what you saw in your dreams last night, what might happen to percy, made your blood run cold.

you would defy all the laws of the universe and divine rules if it meant you could protect him. so fuck the path the fates are attempting to lead you down, and fuck prophetic dreams. you refuse to let percy die. no matter how frustrated you’re acting towards him in this moment, you know he would still do the same for you.

you figure that the future isn't written in stone, right?

either way, you're willing to challenge destiny for percy jackson.

without answering annabeth, you get up from the table and take a deep breath, carefully avoiding percy’s gaze.

“i go with leo and jason, or i go alone.” your voice is steady, fighting the heavy beating of your heart and tears caught in your throat. “either way, i leave in the morning.” you exit the mess hall before anyone — before percy — can protest.

#Spotify #when i was younger i didn't think people would want to read all the stories i'd make up in my head about this series #so im glad the percy jackson renaissance is here #there's something so healing about writing + sharing this blurb even if i'm still nervous #might fuck around and write another part because i have so many ideas of where this could go #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo #saf writes #riordanverse

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gotholdladywithadhd · 1 month

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Unpopular opinion, probably.

So I've read many metas, and thought a lot about it and have come to my own personal conclusion about the final 15.

I'm taking it at face value.

Because it was the most human Crowley and Aziraphale have probably ever been and I think that is at least part of the point. Love makes people stupid and they are navigating a very human thing in very unhuman circumstances, and it's hard enough to do as a human in human circumstances!

I think Aziraphale believed the Metatron about Crowley bc he was expecting the worst when TM mentioned Crowley but instead got the one thing he wanted most (him and Crowley together and safe, not Crowley being an angel. ) Crowley was absolutely the carrot here. (and no I do not think Crowley would have been safe or happy, but that's besides the point.) I can't tell you how many times I've believed patently ridiculous things because I wanted to believe them so badly even though if I was looking at the same situation objectively from an outside POV I would see how ridiculous it was, so I totally get it. This isn't to say I think Azi had a real choice to go to Heaven or not and I think he did understand that as well, but I get the temptation the Metatron threw out to him, I really do.

As for Aziraphale literally saying all the wrong things to try and get Crowley to come with him? Um yeah been there done that too, the nerves take over, the brain shuts off, the mouth goes into autopilot pulling stuff out its ass, and "WITAF did I just say?" happens.

Crowley not taking any of it well and only hearing what he expected to hear (I'm not good enough for you bc I'm a demon and you only really want me if I can be an angel) *and* also being more able to see through heavens bullshit bc he has lived it, and can see it from the outside, *and* all whilst being the most honest and vulnerable he has ever been with Aziraphale in 6,000 plus years (or in fact possibly to anyone, ever. the closest before this admitting he was lonely to Azi during the Job minisode,) *then* hearing what he took to be the same Heaven will save us line from Azi was enough to trigger a massive bout of RSD and a broken heart. Everything was supposed to "vavoom and sorted! " and instead the stupid awning broke and everything went wrong. I think I've said it before that at this point Crowley can't hear anything over the sound of his heart breaking into a million pieces.

That's a whole lot to pack into the brief moments before Azi has to leave with the Metatron (who let's be honest was rushing him before he could change his mind) esp when neither of them are used to discussing their relationship openly. They didn't have time to think, to ask questions, to share information, (like hey guess what really happened to Gabriel?) Crowley tried to communicate as much as he could about his feelings with the kiss but Azi didn't have the time to properly process all that and said the wrong thing again and Crowley was rejected (he thought) again and it all just went so very wrong. You can't fix a 6,000 year relationship in 15 minutes, you just can't no matter what the story books say.

It's about two people wanting the same thing but not being able to get it (yet) because of circumstances and personalities. All of S2 was about them seeming to be closer than ever (and in many ways they were) but really they were opposed at almost every turn. (in RL not the minisodes, those actually showed them working together and coming out okay mostly, if you don't count wee Morag or Crowley getting dragged to hell) The way they both handled the Gabriel situation, how they both worked to solve the mystery, even how they tried to make Nina and Maggie fall in love were all either done alone, or in opposite ways. I've said it before and I'll say it again, as it was pointed out right in ep1, their exactlies aren't the same and until they are, they aren't going to be able to be together. The one time they did work together in the season, they produced a 25 lazuri miracle. That is the point of the final 15, and the whole season 2 in my opinion.

They'll get there in the end though!

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luveline · 10 months

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Could I request something from the kisses before dinner universe (if you’re taking requests that is!) just es to see the girls trying to do something nice for their parents. Or reader has the girls help her do something nice for Steve since he does so much for them (or vice versa bc mom does so much for them too)

thank you for your request! hope this is okay!! dad!steve x mom!reader, 4.5k

Avery pulls her hat over her ears and grits her teeth, eyes scrunching closed. All the new baby does is cry, cry, and cry.

"She's loud," Bethie says.

"So loud," Avery say.

Seconds after, Dove starts to cry, like a bomb being dropped, or a siren call. She wails and wails. The sounds are endless. Avery's hat won't block them out. She throws it across the room, agitated.

"Stevie," Avery hears you say softly, super tired, "sorry, honey, you don't know where Dove's buppy is?"

"No idea."

Avery looks toward her socked feet at the end of the bed, where Dove's baby bottle lays dirty against the rumpled blankets. She grabs it quickly and slides out of bed, careful not to bash into Bethie where they'd been lying down together. Avery just got a brand new TV in her bedroom for her birthday, which means they can be 'lazy excuses for girls' if her dad is to be believed. Avery knows lazy is a bad word, but Steve says it like it's funny. She always laughs.

"Mom," Avery says, running into Dove's room.

"What, baby?" you ask absentmindedly, a crying Dove on your hip, hands yanking aside her blankets in search.

"I have her buppy."

You turn, smiling, grateful and bubbly as you accept the bottle and ruffle her hair. "My life saver! Thank you. Did your movie finish? I'll come and change the tape."

"Not yet."

"Okay. Tell me when it does, angel, I’ll come and do it straight away." You lean down. "Don't bother daddy, okay? Just come and ask me if you need something."

"Can I have some juice?" she asks.

"Yes, you can have some juice. Can you be patient? I have to make Dove a bottle. Five minutes?" you ask.

Avery nods without a frown. She really wants juice, but she wants Dove to stop crying more. You give Avery's cheek a little squeeze and leave for downstairs, taking the steps very, very slowly. "It's okay, Dovey," you mumble. "It's okay. I know, you're tired, I'm tired too."

Avery doesn't want to see the baby —she loves the baby, you and Steve love the baby, everyone loves the baby— 'cos she's ridiculously loud, and Avery needs her ears to work or she'll never be a famous violinist, and then what will she do with her life? She only just started music classes. But Avery misses her dad desperately, having seen him for a ten minute period when he picked her up from school and not a second longer.

She creeps into the big bedroom. It's a disaster. Steve is sitting in bed with the baby in his arms, rocking her back and forth, hand patting her butt and lower spine steadily. He's shushing with every pat, eyes closed. He looks like he has an unhappy tummy.

"Daddy?" she whispers.

His hand flies to his mouth, finger over his lips in the universal sign for Please, be quiet.

"Are you okay?" she whispers.

He nods vehemently, finger still over his lip. Avery remembers your recent ask too late —Don't bother daddy. Her eyes flare wide and she tiptoes back to her room, flopping onto the sheets next to Bethie with a defeated sigh.

"It's hopeless," she dramatises.

"It's not hopeless, it's just bedtime," Bethie says, much more talkative when it's her and Avery alone. Her pronunciation isn't the best, she's nearly two years younger than Avery, but it's more than passable. "Don't worry, Ave."

Avery drags her face up from the sheets and pouts at her younger sister. "Mom and dad are both busy and we'll never get ants on a log."

Bethie tips her head to one side. "Baby's sleeping now."

"But dad wouldn't speak to me!"

"Heather's sensi‐stive."

Heather isn't the baby's name, officially, but it's the one Bethie likes most. Avery liked Tiffany, but no one else liked Tiffany, which was dumb. Tiffany is the best name ever. Way better than Heather.

"Tiffany," she says pointedly, "isn't sensitive, she's just new." Or, that's what Steve says. "We didn't vacuum enough when she came home so now she's not used to big sounds."

"I'm not used to big sounds," Bethie sighs, curling in on herself. Avery does as she's seen Steve do when Bethie sulks, draping herself over Bethie and hugging her gently. She kisses Bethie's hair. Bethie grumbles, "Avery."

"What?" Avery asks, rolling off of her.

Bethie doesn't answer. Avery sits there thinking, and after a while it's clear you're too busy to bring the juice upstairs.

"Maybe we should try helping."

Bethie lifts her head off of the pillow. She looks much more like you than the rest of her sisters, same hair, same eyes, same pretty smile. Avery looks the spitting image of her dad in comparison, pretty and in a different way. "What can we do?" Bethie asks. "We're only little."

"No, dad says we're only little, but mommy says I'm a big girl, like, all of the time. And so does Grandpa."

"Grandpa says we're too loud."

"Dad says grandpa's… uhm, senior. It means crazy," Avery says.

"So we should be little?" Bethie asks.

"No!" Avery says, annoyed.

She jumps off of the bed and grabs Bethie's hands, encouraging her sister onto her feet. Together, they cross the landing to peer into the master bedroom, where Steve is still swaying the baby in his arms, his rumpled t-shirt stained with spit up and milk. They're practised at sneaking and Steve is too distracted to see them, whispering soft things into the top of the baby's head.

Avery is a bit jealous, but she has a plan.

"I don't think we should do that," Bethie says.

Avery's dragged her into the bathroom. It's hard to get inside because of the child lock, but luckily Avery is more than adept. Her dad says she can't ever, never show Bethie or Dove how to do them, the same way she can't show Dove how to unlock the gates at the top and bottom of the stairs yet. She made Bethie close her eyes on the way in.

"Don't worry, Beth, I've seen daddy do it millions of times already," Avery says confidently.

They've opened the washing machine and shoved all of Steve's dirty clothes inside. He won't have to do them before bed tonight, and that means more time for snuggles. Avery climbed up onto the side of the machine using a precariously stacked contraption of potties and an upside down laundry basket, and now she's eyeballing how much detergent needs to go in.

"This is heavy," Bethie complains, her arms shaking from the weight of the Tide liquid.

Avery really wasn't supposed to show her how to open that cabinet, but she felt it necessary. Bethie won't eat the detergent, anyways, Bethie barely likes eating normal food. Avery pulls the detergent up, having finally decided that they need more. She lets a thick splash of green drizzle down onto the clothes, nodding approvingly, and screws the lid back on.

She drops the detergent down and a rogue towel muffles the thump, sliding off of the machine and closing the lid.

You appear looking urgent in the doorway.

"Hey, what have I said about the bathroom? You can't use this one when no one is with you, okay? Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Sorry, mommy," Bethie says tearfully.

You soften. "It's for you to be safe, baby." Your softness doesn't quite extend to Avery, though it doesn't fully disappear either. She's most in trouble. "Ave, you know the rules. You can come in here, but you're not supposed to bring the girls with you. I'm not happy with you."

"Mom, I'm sorry," Avery says, not taking it quite as hard as Beth, "but Bethie needed to pee super badly, we couldn't make it downstairs."

You buy her lie. "Okay. Okay, but not again. Promise? I just don't want you girls getting into something you shouldn't."

"Promise," Avery says.

You smile down at them both before looking over their heads. "Daddy must've forgot to turn on the machine. Press start for me, Ave. Big green button."

Avery clicks the big green button on the washing machine smugly. They already helped.

You lead them out of the bathroom and back into Avery's room, where cups of juice and an exorbitant amount of snacks wait on the nightstand. They sit on the floor while you make Avery's bed, a plate of ants on logs between their knees.

"Dove's sleeping downstairs on the beanbag," you say. The baby monitor in your pyjama pocket doesn't make a peep. "So if you do need to pee, please be quiet. And up here, too, I think daddy finally got the baby to sleep as well."

"Is it bedtime?" Bethie asks.

You fold back the corner of Avery's comforter. With a sigh, you sit at the top of her freshly made bed and hold out your arms. "No, it's snuggle time. Come and keep me company."

Bethie rockets into your arms. Avery doesn't rush, focused on eating as many logs as she can, washing it down with a huge swig of strawberry and raspberry juice. You hoist Bethie over one thigh and hold her to your stomach, groaning, "Oh, there she is, there's my girl. Daddy said you didn't eat any of your dinner when you got home, do you wanna tell me why? I won't tell anyone else."

"I just wasn't hungry."

"Really? Did you have a big lunch?"

"No…" Bethie rubs her face against your neck. "Daddy wasn't happy because I didn't eat any lunch."

"Oh, sweetheart," you say, "daddy worries about you. You don't have an appetite."

"A what?"

"You don't get hungry enough," you explain.

"That's not like me, I eat lots and lots," Avery says proudly, smiling at you through Bethie's hair in your face.

"You do! You eat lots and it makes you smart and strong. That's why I want you to eat lots, too," you say, moving your focus to Bethie again, finger poking her chest gently, "You're just as strong and smart as your sister, but you need to keep eating. Maybe I can make you something else, if you don't want the ants on logs, how does that sound? I can make you anything you want, Beth."

"Can I have something too?" Avery asks, licking peanut butter off of her finger.

"Of course you can. Maybe something not too big for you, though. I don't want you to feel sick."

Avery considers that a win. You keep prodding at Bethie, wondering why she isn't hungry. You offer her soups and sandwiches and when that doesn't work you suggest ice cream and candied orange slices. Avery can't understand why her sister would say no to all of these things, but she doesn't have time to ask. Steve wanders into the room looking like he's been trampled by an elephant, hair sticking up and eyes sallow. There's a new baby monitor in his hand.

"Hey," he says, yawning wide. His teeth snap together and he smacks his lips. "Holy macaroni, she's a toughie. Every time I tried to put her down she'd wake up again."

Avery has been waiting for this moment all day. She abandons her ants, wiping sticky fingers in her nightie as she crowds Steve's legs. She wants to be picked up, but she's a little too long and Steve's too tired. He bends down to put his arms under her armpits and hug her to his chest, grabbing her up half-hearted and depositing her on the end of her bed. He sits down next to her, and he pats his lap.

She squeals happily and complies.

"Hello," he says fondly.

"What have you even been doing all day?" she asks him.

He sighs. "I really don't know, Ave. I don't. What have you been doing? Besides half a jar of peanut butter."

She giggles as he wipes the peanut butter off of her cheeks and the corners of her mouth with the bottom of his t-shirt. "I've been with Beth."

"We watched FernGully," Bethie supplies helpfully.

Steve melts as you have, the two of you slouched against the walls bordering Avery's bed. You have matching dark circles. Avery thumbs at Steve's uselessly, wondering if he needs a good wash or a good sleep. He smells nice, she decides, if a bit milky, pressing her face into his neck as her arms lie flat to his shoulders.

"Is your monitor working now?" you ask him.

"It's really loud," he assures you.

"Okay. I'm worried I'm gonna fall asleep while Dove's downstairs on the beanbag."

"Did you lock the baby gate?"

"Yeah."

"Then don't worry. All our furniture is anchored properly. The worst she can do is murder the pot pourri again."

"I don't want to fall asleep yet, I missed my girls so much," you say, kissing Bethie's cheek. "So, so much. Maybe I can call in sick tomorrow."

"Honey."

"It won't hurt anyone," you say.

"Later," Steve says, talking to you but smiling at Avery, chasing her gaze with his. "We'll talk about it later."

"So mean to me," you joke in a murmur, sliding flat onto your back, Bethie against your chest.

Avery can hear you whispering to Bethie, tiny snapshots of a conversation. Are you sure there's nothing wrong, bubby? and If dinner was yucky, it doesn't matter, you can tell me.

Steve starts to brush Avery's hair out of her face, big fingers exceedingly gentle as he tucks silken strands behind her ears. She had it cut to her chin like Aunt Robin a few weeks ago, and the shorn locks fall to her shoulders now. Steve brushes through them slowly, methodically, tucking it all back with a familiar calmness in his warm brown eyes.

Avery turns enough to watch TV, content to be held by the very best dad in the world, her hand screwed in the neckline of his shirt so he can't run away.

Having finished her hair, Steve moves on to Avery's face. He draws lines against her small eyebrows, flattening sticky up hair with care. He frets at the tiny mole taking form on her ear, the one he made her go see the doctor for. Just a beauty mark, the doctor said.

"Well, she's beautiful everywhere," Steve had said. "How was I supposed to know the difference?"

"Dad," she whispers.

"What?" Steve whisper back.

"Am I pretty?"

Steve pushes her hair out of her face and frames it in two hands. "You're the prettiest girl in the world, Ave."

She blushes and his face does this thing where he looks like he's going to cry, but Steve doesn't cry around them much. He cried when the baby came home, and again the next day with the baby in his arms. Avery was freaked out the first time, but Aunt Robin said he always does it. He cried way worse than that when you came home, Avey girl. He was like a waterfall, they had to put you in a new babygrow. Avery tried to picture it, her dad crying with a tiny baby Avery in his arms, there are enough pictures of them together, but Steve always looks happy.

"You think that?" she asks.

"I more than think it," he says. "Isn't my girl pretty?"

You and Bethie crane your heads. "She's gorgeous," you say with a smile. Bethie nods her agreement.

"Oh," Avery says. She'd wanted them to say that, it was why she asked, but now all the attention is on her she's not sure how to handle it.

Steve chuckles and drags her forward. "You're soooo pretty," he says into her hair, sandwiching her in the tightest hug ever. "You're beautiful. B-E-A-U-tiful."

His niceness makes her really happy to have been nice back; he's being so gentle that Avery decides she's going to tell him about the laundry they put on for him, but he rubs her back some more and she starts to forget. It's not so far from bedtime…

She falls asleep against his chest.

"Can you hear that?" you ask.

Steve looks up from Avery's dozing face to you. "What?"

You pull the baby monitor from your pocket and hold it to your ear. "I thought it was making a weird noise."

Steve listens intently. Now that you mention it, he can hear something. "D'you put the laundry in?"

"You forgot to put it on," you say.

"I was getting around to it. You wanted whites, right, for work?"

"You didn't turn it on."

"Honey, I haven't touched the machine today, not even to fill the drum. What is that noise?" he asks.

You ease Bethie off of your lap and stand with a groan. "It's gonna break," you say decisively, "that sounds like a death rattle. Which is exactly what we need right now, more bills."

Steve lays Avery down. She can't have been sleeping for ten minutes but she's a heavy sleeper and doesn't rouse, only curls inward with her hand on her chin. Bethie holds out her hand and Steve takes it, the two of them joining you in the doorway of Avery's bedroom.

"It won't break, don't worry," Steve placates.

"What are we gonna do if it breaks?" you mumble, rubbing your tired face.

"We'll have to wear dirty clothes," Steve says.

"That's not funny."

Steve frowns. "It so is, you're just tired. And anyway, the washing machine isn't gonna break–" His eyebrows rise.

"Steve–"

"Holy fuck," Steve says, squeezing Bethie's hand. "Well, that's bad."

A line of foamy bubbles are pushing out from under the bathroom door and darkening the carpeting. You rush to open the bathroom door, unleashing a wave of suds that cover your toes. "What the fuck," you say, "what the fuck? Steve, what the fuck."

Bethie puts her hands over her ears before Steve can do it for her.

He joins you in the bubbly bathroom, the two of you horrified and baffled at once. "What the fuck," you say again, this time sounding tearful. You click the off button on the washing machine, and while the sloshing, thick sound it was making ceases, bubbles continue to flood out. Together, you and Steve flattens your towels on top of the floor to smother the soap. You're most panicked about the carpet because it'll get damp and the wood underneath it might rot, and Steve's most concerned about the washing machine, because despite his reassurances, he's worried it really might be broken.

Bethie, quiet, sweet Bethie, stands on a wet towel, her socks soaked, and bursts into guilty tears. "I'm sorry," she cries.

"Why are you sorry?" Steve asks.

You may be confused and irritated, but nothing ever stops you from scooping up your baby and comforting her within and inch of her life. "Beth," you say softly, "don't panic."

She's crying pretty hard compared to her usual tears. Steve hasn't seen her this wound up since that washable pen burst in her mouth over a year ago, maybe even two.

"Me and Ave tried to do the laundry," she admits, shaking, each word said through a staggering sob. "We wanted daddy to have less to do so we could have bedtime cu-cu-cuddles."

"Oh, no," you say gently.

Bethie sobs. You rub her little back. Steve doesn't like seeing Bethie cry, but he can't help smiling in the moment. It's sweet, and it's a tad silly, but the damage done wasn't nearly as bad as Bethie seems to think it is. You and Steve are worriers, is all.

"It's okay," you say, laughing yourself as Bethie wraps her arms around your neck and nearly strangles you in an attempt to soak in your love. "Beth, nobody's mad at you, okay? It was just an accident, it didn't hurt anyone. That's really nice, trying to do things for daddy, but the washing machine is for grown ups, baby. It's hard."

"Mommy?" Dove calls from the baby monitor.

You let out a tired groan. "No," you whine.

"Want me to get her?" Steve asks.

You look like you really want to say yes. "No, that's okay. It's fine." You kiss Bethie's cheek. "Daddy has to take over, my love. I'm not mad, okay? Don't feel sad."

Bethie nods sadly. You hand her over, hovering, and press a loving kiss to her cheek as Dove begins to cry.

Steve watches you take your socks off as you leave, throwing the wet bundle of them back haphazardly into the bathroom. Bethie smushes her face to Steve's chest and cries. He shifts her weight in his arms. They're burning from exertion, but he doesn't complain.

"What did you and Avery do?" he asks. "You're not supposed to come in here without me or mom, you know that."

"We just put the laundry in the washing machine," she says.

"How did you even lift the lid?" Steve asks.

"Avery climbed up," she says, words stringing together into one amorphous blob of sound.

"Beth, why are you crying?" he asks, giving her back a quick pat.

"I didn't mean to make the bathroom explode," she says tearily.

"Ugh," Steve says. He puts the toilet seat down and sits, Bethie in his lap, his chin propped on her forehead. "Who cares? I don't even like this bathroom."

"You're not mad?" she whispers.

"Do I look mad?"

Bethie leans backward to take in Steve's face. He smiles at her, brown eyes light in the glaring bathroom fluorescent, his usually even complexion pale. Bethie raises a hand to feel his dark shadow, cringing at the scratch of stubble against her fingers.

"You don't like my beard, do you?" he asks.

"What beard?"

"Oh, ouch. I'll shave tonight, bub, don't worry. I know you don't like it. Mommy doesn't like it either, she says it makes kisses too annoying."

Bethie giggles quietly. "Not too annoying," she says.

"No?" Steve asks. He leans down to kiss her cheek and her nose and her eyebrows. "How were they? Scratchy?"

"Really scratchy."

"Annoying?"

"No," she says happily. Steve preens.

Bethie actually helps him tidy up the huge mess of the bathroom. Steve opens the washing machine and grabs all the soapy clothes from the drum, dumping them among the sodden towels in the bath tub. He and Beth wash as much soap out of them as they can, until she's practically falling asleep standing up in soaked pyjamas.

He gets her some new ones, helps her change, and tucks her into bed. She's asleep before he's said goodnight.

Exhausted, Steve has no choice but to persevere. He squeezes the excess water out of the newly unsoaped clothes and puts them and the towels in the washing machine, too tired to bother with separating anything properly. He doesn't add detergent.

When that's going, he mops and dries the bathroom floor so everyone's feet can stop making sticky sounds when they walk. He puts the last dry towel on the wet patch of carpet and steps on it. He should rub it, soak up all the excess moisture, but he does not have enough energy.

You ascend the stairs with Dove, your arms shaking from the strain. She's sleeping, so at least there's that. You take her into her room and leave her baby monitor on the side. Dove definitely doesn't need a monitor anymore, it's only for when she's napping downstairs and everyone else is upstairs. Blanket over her legs, you tuck her in and kiss her smooth forehead.

"You need to shower," you say to Steve as you close Dove's door.

"All the towels are wet."

You frown as you pass him by, rubbing his forearm with your finger briefly. "What about a robe? I know it's not ideal, but you're gonna catch a cold, your clothes are wet."

"I'll get changed."

"You deserve a warm shower," you insist.

"Honey," Steve says softly. Your shoulders relax at that one simple word. "I'm fine. We both need to change, and then we need to sleep." If he showered now he'd pass out against the glass like a saran wrapped turkey.

You and Steve change into fresh pyjamas in silence, worried about waking the baby who sleeps in her cot in the corner of the room.

"I'm gonna go get Avery," Steve says.

You're not surprised. "Softie."

"You're a softie," he says, pinching your hip.

Avery's where Steve left her, sideways across her sheets. He knows Bethie wouldn't have masterminded the laundry plan by herself. He frowns at the thought that Avery might be missing him so much that before bedtime cuddles were on her mind.

"Avery, honey," he says, stroking her cheek and her shoulder with either hand.

She murmurs and wiggles away from his touch.

"Ave, come and get in with me and mom. Does that sound okay?" He really doesn't like the idea of his oldest feeling lonely. Sleeping with kids in the bed sucks most of the time due to their flailing and lack of blanket related etiquette, but Steve can deal with it tonight. Just like Bethie, he has a guilty conscious. "Ave?"

Avery blinks sluggishly. "I can sleep in your bed?" she asks.

"Please, would you? I want a cuddle. Does that sound cool?"

Avery finally opens her eyes, her long lashes riddled with sleepies. "That sounds so cool," she says croakily.

He can't carry her, he'd drop her at this point. They hold hands on the way to your room, finding you an inch from sleep on top of the blankets. He and Avery laugh as quietly as they can as they pull them from under you, and when they climb in together, you steal Avery from his side, awake enough to know one of your girls is close by.

"Dad," Avery whines, reaching out her arms until he does what she wants.

Steve throws his arms over you and Avery, snuggling in closely. She relaxes into your chest, her hand clinging to the front of Steve's shirt.

Steve closes his eyes.

"We didn't brush our teeth," Avery whispers.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," you plead, also whispering.

"We'll get cavities."

"We'll brush double in the morning," Steve promises. "Please, Ave. Sleep now."

Averys easily convinced by Steve's hand in her hair. "Okay," she says through a yawn. "Love you love you."

"Love you, honey."

"...Dad?"

Steve sighs. "What?"

"Did you see? Me and Bethie did laundry."

"I saw. Thanks, babe."

"We–"

"Sleep, Ave. Please go to sleep."

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clarkegriffins · 3 months

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do u ever stop to think about this whole love triangle discourse and end up laughing bc there shouldn't be a discourse to begin with? like one boy wants nancy in his life and says that she's the most important part and the other boy looks like he's two seconds away from being put out of his misery because of his relationship with nancy to the point he's ghosting her and she thinks he's cheating. also do u ever think about how both of these boys talks about nancy? how they describe her? and the reasons they love her? how they see her?

first we have jonathan saying this:

first of all, i love his lack of energy go girl give us nothing (why he looks like he wants to d word, ur literally talking about ur girlfriend 😭) so, that's him saying all the reasons he loves her, and ofc we know that nancy is like that but why he's talking about her work ethic and not about her, like u should all read this post about how much nancy cares about other people and how being a reporter allows her to listen to other people's stories and help them, but jonathan only talks about that, work work work, how she behaves in work, how she is ambitious at work which we know she is, that's not a bad thing at all, i love how determined she is, how she works hard for that, it's actually one of my favorite traits of nancy, but i don't see people (and jonathan) talking about what drives that ambition forward which is helping other people, now going back to jonathan's speech which is even more ridiculous when we watched s3, because according to him he loves how hardworking nancy is, and yet:

wait a second, drop the story? i thought you loved how she's never done a single thing halfway in her life? and then:

anyways, that doesn't sound like someone who loves all these things he listed in season 4, now moving forward to steve, i was talking before how jonathan only said things about nancy's work ethic and not about her and what drives her forward but can u believe that steve does that? and not the fully developed steve in season 4, no, the s1 steve, the one who still messed up from time to time

i think it's very refreshing to see someone describing nancy and acknowledging how caring she can be, how she worries about other people, how she wants to help people, and he sees that, and this isn't even a big speech bc good knows narrative wasn't at their side in s1-s2, it's just crazy to me how there's scenes of nancy being there for jonathan in awful times (when will was being possessed, she held his hand, she was there, and yet not a single thing about that, about how much she's caring and protective) it's just sad bc do u see how she describes him? "caring, compassionate, protective, never back down from what's right (only when he wants to lie to her countless times i guess)" how could he not do the same for her? THE nancy wheeler who stood in front of A CAR to protect him and her friends when billy was about to crush her, and you know this isn't just an issue with jonathan, i feel like this is an issue with the fandom too, i feel like the fandom only seems to care about that side of nancy, like her career is the only thing she cares about and nothing more, and that's just isn't nancy wheeler, but then again, she's one of the characters people misunderstand the most in st (just like her brother, i guess is the wheeler's curse) we have 14 year old mike wheeler listing how much he loves el on her bad days, on her good days, with her powers, without her power, for exactly who she is, and all jonathan can say about his girlfriend is "she works 👍"

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #stancy #nancy x steve #anti jancy #anti jonathan byers #again not really bc i don't hate him #i just think his character is just a big mess and hell i don't see how the duffers can fix that with only one season left

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togenabi · 1 year

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by the window under the moonlight

inumaki toge x fem!reader ♡ royalty au

♡—when sent to look for your brother, you find a handsome stranger instead.

word count♡— 1.9k words

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— strangers to potential lovers, mutual pining, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, love at first sight ish, very fluff, mc pins toge to the wall, toge writes a love letter, toge uses sign language bc I refuse to write shake or salmon in a royalty au, lets just say that mc is called princess bc their empire > the other kingdoms

author's note♡— i desperately needed toge fluff, so i was motivated to write this! might be a bit wonky bc it's been a while since i wrote a fic, but i'm still happy with how it turned out ^^ enjoy!

You don't know why you believed Satoru when he promised he would sit still at tonight's ball. Maybe it was because you were genuinely looking forward to it. Maybe you wanted to believe that you would have fun with your friends without having to worry about the troublesome crown prince.

But... he was your brother, and as it always was in times like these, you're sent away to find him.

Because he does listen to you.

...

To an extent.

...

When he feels like it.

Running your hands through your hair, you turn towards yet another empty corridor.

“Just where is that annoying—” Your grumbling is interrupted when you spot a head of white hair flit by the corner of your eye.

‘Aha!’ You rush immediately to follow the figure.

It quickly becomes clear that he's very good at dodging you and leading you in circles. However, you know this castle better than anyone, and you trap him into a corner soon enough.

“I'm surprised you fell for that. You aren't usually this easy to... catch...”

A beautiful stained glass window is fixed at the end of the corridor you led him to. The moonlight shines through it and paints the stranger in breathtaking colors.

‘Who is he?’, you wonder. You don't think you've ever seen someone so handsome... Despite an extended collar covering half of his face.

He meets your eyes and frowns. Though you only stand in front of him in confusion.

“You're not... Satoru.” You start slowly, trying to grasp the situation. “Why did you run from me?”

You hear several scuffling feet in the distance, and suddenly you're alarmed.

‘Shit, is this an ambush?’

The stranger seems to be distracted by the noise as well. Taking the opportunity, you sprint and tackle him, pinning him to the wall. This hallway is secluded enough that you're confident whoever's following you won't be able to find you if you keep quiet.

He looks like he's about to say something, but you don't let him.

“Shush!” You say. He looks bewildered.

A moment passes, and you realize that the noise was only from the knights rushing to look for Satoru as well.

You find yourself staying still despite having nothing to hide from the knights. ‘Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?!’

You take the time to analyze the man in front of you while waiting for the knights to depart. Though you can feel his strong build, he doesn't resist you. Perhaps he isn't particularly dangerous, or maybe he doesn't see you as enough of a threat to put up a fight.

The latter irks you more than you thought it would.

The noises fade, and you're about to loosen your grip on the stranger when you hear more sounds. This time, it's the boisterous laughter of those annoying, pompous delegates.

Annoyance paints your face just thinking about the ridiculous rumors they spread. If only they'd properly do their jobs instead of gossiping and pestering you to get married. Imagine if they saw you now, pinning this man to the wall. Why, they would probably chatter about it for years and—

You suddenly realize how... delicate your current situation is.

You panic, and the stranger tilts his head as if asking you, ‘What?’

“Shhhhh!!!” Before you could help it, you shush the man with urgency, using your hands to cover his mouth. You couldn't even begin to comprehend the international scandal that would unfold should you be discovered in this very compromising position—with a noble you've never met, no less!

“Did you hear that the crown prince disappeared again?” One of the delegates cackled.

“Oh my, again? Then was the princess sent to fetch him?”

“It seems so! But I hear she has been gone for some time as well! Ho ho!”

“Perhaps she has gotten tired playing her brother's keeper. I can't believe the future of the empire lies on the shoulders of someone so happy-go-lucky. Tsk.”

The voices fade. Holding your breath, you crane your neck every which way to see if the delegates have truly left. You finally spare the stranger a glance once you're met with a noiseless hallway. You sigh deeply.

‘This man would probably be angry’, you think to yourself...

You expected him to be mad, or to throw a tantrum. You waited for him to shove you off despite you being a princess—to demand an explanation and god forbid, compensation for the stress they endured this entire ordeal. That's how most, if not all, nobles were these days. Entitled beyond repair.

But to your surprise, you find him smiling. The corners of his eyes pinch as if he finds the situation very amusing. His shoulders shake due to laughter, and that's when you notice the color of his coat—a deep bluish purple... The color reminds you of the Inumaki clan, of the flag on the carriage you saw arriving this morning.

...

Ah. You let go of him.

His eyes glow with mischief as he watches you take in his appearance. The coat. The color of his hair. The purple eyes...

...The markings he reveals after he pulls down his collar.

You've played yourself a fool.

You back away from him immediately, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your skirt. “I deeply apologize, prince Toge.” You bow deeply.

Toge bows to you as well. Afterwards, he begins to sign a response. ‘You have a strong grip, princess.’

Your cheeks grow warm. Of course he decides to make fun of you. But then again, it was very rude of you to have literally cornered and restrained him.

“Again, I'm sorry.” You take a deep breath. “As you may have heard, I was looking for my brother. I only followed you because I thought you were him.”

His eyes glint wickedly. ‘And the pinning?’

“I-I was flustered.” You still are, but you curtsy to him and look to the floor to hide your expression. “Please excuse me. I must go.”

Toge watches you leave, and a smile blooms on his face when he sees your ears turning red.

He looks back to the stunning window at the end of the hall, and engraves into his memory how beautiful you had looked under the iridescent moonlight.

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After trying (and failing) to find your dearest brother, you decide to return to the ballroom. You spot your trio of best friends conversing near the buffet table. Prince Megumi catches your sight first, and walks briskly to meet you.

“Where have you been?” He asks, and you think this is the most frazzled you've seen of the dark haired prince.

“I was looking for my brother, where else?” Your thoughts wander to prince Toge, and you subconsciously look around to see if he has returned as well. Your eyes find prince Yuji and princess Nobara approaching.

“When we thought you were taking too long, we left to find you.” Nobara explains. “But we ended up finding your brother instead.” She gestures to the end of the ballroom, where Satoru is sprawled on his seat next to the emperor's.

“Serves him right to look so bored. He's so much more trouble than he's worth.” You tsk.

Yuji catches your attention. “But I don't understand what took you so long, princess. You usually find him quickly, did something happen?”

Once again, your mind is brought back to Toge, and how he looked when you first saw him.

You must have taken a beat longer to reply. The three of them suddenly lean closer to try and read your expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Don't you dare try to keep whatever this is a secret from us!”

“So something did happen!”

They bombard you with questions, and you're suddenly overwhelmed. “I'll explain if you all let me, now will you?”

You pull them towards the wall, where there are less people, before explaining what happened.

...

You immediately regret doing so.

Your friends fail to compose themselves as they laugh. You're baffled as even Megumi laughs at you. He tries to cover his mouth, but it's too late. You glare at all of them.

“I can't believe you told prince Toge, of all people, to shush!” Nobara wipes her eyes with a handkerchief.

Yuji is still keeled over as he nods. “I would have paid to see that!”

“Now I understand what Maki and Panda were laughing about earlier, and why they kept looking over at us.” Megumi smirks at you teasingly.

“No!” You gasp. “They didn't!”

“Oh yes they did!” Yuji counters. “It all makes sense now!”

The trio seems to have regained their composure, but you're still a bit miffed. You refuse their offer to dance with you.

“I don't want to dance with any of you right now.”

“Oh shush, princess!” Nobara says, and they're caught in a fit of laughter once again.

But then their eyes shift to something behind you, and their next words get stuck in their throat.

You hear footsteps before you look over your shoulder. Prince Toge advances towards you.

He bows in a graceful motion, just as he did before. ‘I greet the princess of the empire. May I have this dance?’ He asks before holding out his hand.

You expected to be too embarrassed to dance with him well. But you're learning that your expectations are often wrong tonight.

Words fail to describe how wonderful it was to dance with him.

For someone who held him against a wall, the prince looks at you fondly. More fondly than you expected, and more fondly than anyone else has ever regarded you. His movements are confident and smooth as he leads you along to the music.

You want to apologize again, and possibly say that you're enjoying your time with him; but you have the strangest feeling that he already knows.

And thus, you stay silent, and let yourself be swept off your feet. The gentle melody plays on and contrasts with the erratic beating of your heart.

When the dance ends, he leans down to bring his face closer to yours. He takes your hands and brings your fingers up to cover his lips—reminiscent of how you had done earlier when you were hiding. You blush as he kisses your fingers while holding your hands firmly.

You find yourself unable to think of anything else even when the ball draws to a close.

You're unable to properly greet him goodbye, but you meet his eye when he looks over before entering his carriage. He nods, and smiles sweetly at you, the kind that reaches his eyes.

Your attention snaps away from him when Nobara demands you make her your maid of honor at your wedding, and you're left flustered once again.

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A letter from him arrived the next day.

Dearest princess,

I realize I left you last night without apologizing to you. Please accept my apology now, though it may be late. You said you were flustered, and that was what led you to your actions last night. I'm afraid it was the same for me.

I don't know why I ran from you, or why I didn't bother to turn around sooner to confirm the identity of my pursuer. But now I'm certainly glad I didn't, for it has left me with memories I will surely cherish.

I will be frank. I am unable to stop my thoughts of you, and would like to get to know you more. Allow me to be the one to pursue you, this time.

In a few weeks, during the crown prince's birthday banquet, please let me steal you away for a while. I hope to meet you there again, by the window under the moonlight. I look forward to your reply.

Thinking of you,

- Toge

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[PART 2]

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tiny-tini-imagines · 7 months

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Oh, hello— gosh dang a new writer? Instant support, sending love— mate, your writing Is awesome. Could I ask for a Legolas hc? (Lemme hop on the Legolas chain for a sec— his dad’s taking up way too much space in the back compartment—) Legolas with an elf s/o who.. ‘isn’t like other elves..’?’ OKAY— it may sound ridiculous but hold on— like an elf that does thing differently from other? You know how elves are usually quite regal and stuff.. has their priorities straight, mild mannered and all that?— take all that, and throw it out the window. Bc this elf believes that they should live their long-ass life span to the fullest and not really think too hard on how other view them and such? Chaotic and all that, but down to earth? The total opposite of what a normal elf would act.

Feel free to ignore this (and my incessant rambling) have a nice day!

Hey! Thank you so so so much for your support and kind words. I'm so happy that you enjoyed my writing, and let me tell you - I absolutely love your request! Funny enough, I once started a ff with a human character as Legolas s/o who had no manners, but imagining it with an elf sounds even cooler. Hope that's what you had in mind...

Headcanons - Lord of the rings

summary: Legolas and a s/o non typical elf

(added: what they would say to them, or about them)

Initial Antipathy: At first, Legolas might not get along too well with them, finding their chaotic and unpredictable nature somewhat jarring compared to his usual elven decorum.

Protective Streak: Despite their incredible strength and speed, Legolas can't help but feel protective of them. They often worry about their safety, which leads to some tension in their interactions. (They often insist that they don't need Legolas's protection and can handle themselves, telling him to go and take care of himself, but it's their way of shielding their true feelings for them.)

"Their strength and resilience are astounding, and I find myself in awe of their ability to face danger head-on, even when it terrifies me."

Eloquent Disagreements: Legolas and his elf s/o have a fair share of passionate disagreements, especially in the beginning. They engage in eloquent debates where they challenge each other's perspectives, making their interactions both fiery and intellectually stimulating. Anyway, Legolas would often find himself speechless, because they don't mince their words and says what they really think, over time he gets used to it and likes it a little bit more, especially since he can't afford to speak like them as the Prince of Mirkwood .

"I must respectfully disagree. While your unorthodox approach is certainly intriguing, I believe tradition and preservation of elven customs hold their own merit in our world." - legolas in an arguement between them

Archery Lessons: One way Legolas tries to bridge the gap between their personalities is by offering archery lessons. He's patient as he teaches them, finding solace in the shared moments at the archery range. (They might not be too good in archery, but have a very unique and stunning way to handle their sword.)

Language: They're known for their sometimes rude language, (which Gimli secretly appreciates). Legolas would just shake his head from time to time, but secretly thinking that it's kind of brave.(Legolas understands that this is their way of expressing emotions. He appreciates the sincerity behind their words and actions.)

Revealing Their Feelings: Eventually, it's them who reveals their feelings first, unable to contain their affection any longer. Legolas is taken by surprise but soon reciprocates with their own heartfelt admission. (They would say it in a very untypical way for an elf, maybe even curse, after Legolas has put himself in unnecessary danger, and pull him into a tight embrace in an unelvish way)

Surprise and Stunned Silence: Legolas is initially taken completely by surprise. He's used to elven decorum and the more reserved expressions of affection, so their outburst catches him off guard.

Conflicting Emotions: He experiences a whirlwind of emotions in that moment - surprise, confusion, but mostly a deep warmth in his heart.

S/o: "Damn! By the stars, Legolas! What were you thinking you fool, charging in like that? I thought I lost you, stupid elf!" They exclaim, their voice laced with worry and frustration, a slip of affectionate concern coloring their words. They immediately pull him in a tight embrace Legolas: His eyes widen in surprise at their outburst, the genuine worry in their tone catching him off guard. "I... I did not mean to cause you such distress. But know that my heart swells with gratitude for your concern."

The Impact of Danger: The fact that their confession comes after he put himself in unnecessary danger makes Legolas acutely aware of the depth of their concern and love for him. It's a realization that touches him deeply. + (This moment reinforces his protective instinct. Legolas becomes even more committed to keeping them safe, knowing how deeply they care for him.)

After Revealing Feelings: After their feelings are out, they share tender moments amidst their chaotic adventures. Legolas becomes more understanding of their free-spirited nature, and they appreciate his unwavering support.

"Meeting you has been the greatest adventure of my life, and I look forward to many more chapters of our story together."

Bridging Differences: As their love deepens, they learn to appreciate each other's strengths and differences. Legolas discovers that their boldness complements his wisdom, and he becomes more open to spontaneity.

Shared Adventures: Legolas is drawn to their adventurous spirit. He finds himself relishing the excitement of their escapades, even if they often involve unconventional ways and risks. (They have an insatiable thirst for adventure and are always dragging Legolas into daring escapades and exploration.)

Meeting Thranduil: Legolas knows that introducing his s/o to his father, Thranduil, won't be easy. The King of Mirkwood has high expectations for his son's choice and wants him to make a more traditional choice for a partner, but eventually, even Thranduil comes to admire their fierce independence and the happiness she brings to Legolas. + (They absolutely refuse to bow or show deference to anyone, not even to the King of Mirkwood. Their boldness both amuses and confounds Legolas and Thranduil.)

"Ada, I must admit, they are unlike any elf I have ever known. Their spirit is untamed, their heart bold, and they defy convention in a way that is both bewildering and strangely admirable."

Balancing Act: Their relationship is a delightful balancing act between Legolas's regal upbringing and their chaotic, down-to-earth approach to life. Together, they bring out the best in each other, forging an unbreakable bond.

Appreciation of Imperfection: Through his s/o, Legolas learns to appreciate imperfection and the beauty life's unpredictability. He discovers that perfection is not always the most fulfilling path.

"In your presence, I've come to understand that there is beauty in imperfection, and I cherish every moment we share, even when chaos reigns around us."

Respect for Individuality: Legolas deeply respects their individuality and appreciates the fact that they don't conform to typical elven norms. He admires their strength of character and their willingness to be true to themselves.

Encouragement and Support: He is a source of unwavering encouragement and support for them. Legolas understands that their unconventional approach to life is a part of what makes them special, and he never tries to change or suppress it.

A Gentle Hand: He has a gentle and caring touch, especially when it comes to tending to any injuries or scrapes they may acquire during their daring exploits (and especially since they're a bit chaotic and maybe somtimes even clumsly when paying too much attention to Legolas and not their surroundings.) Legolas takes great care in ensuring their well-being. (They would not admid that they need help at first, so Legolas does it without any words or asking, always making sure they're all right.)

Affectionate Gestures: Legolas is not one to shy away from showing affection. He expresses his love through tender gestures, whether it's a soft touch, a warm smile, or an embrace. However, the moment his s/o started feeling comfortable showing off their relationship, they'd often hug Legolas thightly (sometimes to his surprise, but he secretly enjoys them a lot).

Hair: He'd let them play with his hair, but don't expect them to braid it, since they can't do it and it would just get tangled (Legolas tried to teach them, but gave up after several attempts.) However he would sometimes braid their hair, if they asked him, tho they mostly like to keep it open

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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Uh...Hi 👋🏻

I'm not sure how this 'ask' thing works since I'm new to Tumblr, but my friend recommended reading one of your fictions and it was really well written, I don't usually like fan fiction since majority of the time its really OOC.

But I'd like to ask for one please, I'm a really big Xiao and Kazuha lover, so may I request a scenario where the reader {could it be female if thats okay?} is sitting in a nice little scenery with the lad, and she just admires them wholeheartedly and compliments their features like I for one love Xiao's eyes so much.

That's all for now, your creative brain can think up the rest. Thanks <3

Admiring them [anemo version]

summary: you´re busy admiring your anemo boyfriend when he catches you staring

pairings: xiao x gn!reader; kazuha x reader; heizou x reader; venti x reader; aether x reader

warnings: kazuha´s and heizou´s parts are a little suggestive but nothing too bad; otherwise just fluff

a/n: thank you so much, nonnie!! hearing that my writing is in character is one of the best compliments i could imagine (also shout out to your friend) ♡ these are just some short scenarios bc my brain didn´t have the stamina to write long scenes but i might come back to this idea bc i, too, could stare at xiao´s eyes for hours~ and, as you might notice, i´m down bad for heizou

genshin impact masterlist

XIAO

Doesn’t notice at first but gets so shy when he catches your starstruck gaze

His gorgeous features are highlighted by the rosy blush dusting his cheeks as he turns his face away and tries to shield himself with his hand

But you don’t miss the way his curious amber eyes flit back to you to gauge your reaction

You were comfortably settled on one of the hilltops surrounding Liyue Harbor, granting you a grandiose view of the city below. The Lantern Rite Festival was in full swing and every street and house was lit alight by a multitude of colourful lanterns. From where you sat, the people carrying lanterns were unrecognisable, making it look like a thousand fireflies were dancing through the night.

Leaning your head against Xiao’s shoulder, you let out a deep sigh “Isn’t this beautiful, dear?”

“I guess so,” he mumbled as he hesitantly brought his arm around your waist. When you snuggled into him more, his action gained more confidence though and he lightly tugged you further against him. “People don’t believe in the adepti as they used to but they still throw festivals for them. How ridiculous.”

“I think that’s the case with most traditions. Their original meaning fades over time but because people grow up learning this way, they’ll continue to do it like that in the future. And their kids will grow up learning it too…and so on and so forth.” Xiao merely scoffed but you knew he wasn’t as averse to the people of Liyue Harbor as he let on.

You sat in peaceful silence for a while, letting the bustling of the city mixed with the sounds of nature from the mountains serve as background noise. Then, the first light of a xiao lantern floated into the night sky and thousands followed its path. The sea around the harbour was set ablaze as people set lanterns out on the water. Reaching for your boyfriend’s hand, you intertwined your fingers and gave them a playful squeeze.

As more and more lights filled the air, you turned to Xiao who was curiously watching the scene unfold before him. The lanterns’ shine was perfectly reflected in his gorgeous amber eyes as they seemingly glowed from the inside out. The night breeze gently twirled the strands framing his face and you couldn’t help but be in awe “Truly breathtaking…”

“Aren’t you exaggerat—“ Xiao faced you but was cut off by you already looking at him. “Why are you giving me that look??”

“What? I’m admiring the view, that’s what we came here for after all,” you teased, giving him a gentle nudge with your elbow.

“I will never understand you mortals”, he grumbled without any malice as he whipped his head to the side to hide his rosy cheeks from you, of which you had already gotten a glimpse.

Sitting up on your knees, you draped yourself over his back, your head resting on his. “It’s true though. You’re absolutely stunning, whether you can see it yourself or not. But that’s what I’m here for, right? I’ll remind you everyday if I have to, that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever had the luck of meeting, both inside and out. If you know that, then it’s okay.”

Tentatively, Xiao slipped his fingers between yours, tenderly returning the affectionate squeeze you gave him earlier. He needen´t express himself with words when you knew it was a grateful "I know."

KAZUHA

Kazuha’s pleasantly surprised, his features soon morphing into a serene smile

Conveys how much he appreciates your affection before returning the favour and showering you with the most eloquent of verses

He’s always been very secure in your relationship and has never been shy to voice how charming you are to him, so catching you admiring his features feels very intimate in a non sexual way

You were sitting beneath a crimson maple tree a few kilometres away from Liyue Harbor as you watched the falling leaves dance in the breeze before gracefully landing in a gentle stream carrying them away. But this wasn´t the only view to marvel at. No, if anything, the sight which caught your eye was even more beautiful than the landscape surrounding you.

Enraptured, you followed each elegant move your boyfriend executed as he practised his sword technique. He might have discarded the title of samurai but he was still diligently improving his fighting prowess and you certainly didn't mind “reviewing his form”.

The polished silver of his blade gleamed as it passed through the sunrays filtering through the tree crowns above. He had tied back both sleeves of his haori jacket and his hair, the short ponytail exposing the curve of his neck. Every now and then, you were even granted a peek of his collarbones when the garment slipped slightly open at the front. The muscles in his forearms flexed with each rise and fall of his katana, which subsequently made heat rise to your cheeks.

“You have a curious way of observing my technique, love.” Kazuha´s low chuckle brought you out of your daydreaming fantasy and you quickly averted your eyes, your face and neck practically burning in shame. The action caused him to laugh a little more as he lowered his sword and slowly approached your sitting form. “It´s alright, darling. After all, you need to get a very close look to help me with the fine details of my practice, isn´t that right?”

“Point taken, now stop embarrassing me!” The measly cover your hands provided only lasted a couple of seconds before two hands -one bare and one bandaged- gently closed around your wrists and exposed you to the inquisitive gaze of your lover. As your eyes found crimson ones, your heart beat started irregularly jumping up and down at the depth of emotion you found swirling within.

“There we go, that's much better.” Light as a feather, Kazuha trailed millions of fluttering butterfly kisses first across your wrists, palms and fingers before making his way up your arm until he had pulled you close enough, so his warm breath fanned your neck. If he couldn´t hear your heart before, he certainly could now. You were surprised it hadn´t leapt out of your chest and into his hands, where it metaphorically had already made its home.

More kisses bloomed along the skin of your collarbone and up your neck, stopping right underneath the sensitive spot behind your ear, his low hum sending shivers down your spine. “You needn´t be embarrassed, my love. On the contrary, I quite enjoy having your attention on me, considering how your alluring charms occupy my mind nearly every waking second of my day. Even at night, your magnificent figure follows me into my dreams, so it seems only fair that this feeling is shared by us both, don´t you think, darling?”

“None of this is fair!”, you whined as the vibrations of his voice seemed to reach even the deepest part of your soul. As if to prove your point, Kazuha cupped your cheek with one hand to keep you in place while his soft lips worked their way up your jaw. Yes, you were certain: whatever game this was, your boyfriend was definitely cheating.

“Ah but don´t you remember, love?” The skin around his eyes crinkled lightly to reflect the scarlet mirth staring back at you, the small smirk he adorned tangible against the corner of your lips.

“´All is fair in matters of love and war.´ But if you think this is foul-play,” he contemplated while his thumb traced the arch of your lower lip, “I might have to throw my morals to the wind more often.”

HEIZOU

(Why would you do this to yourself? /j)

The smug smirk he wears when he catches you staring tells you that you’re in for it now

It’s nearly impossible to slip anything past his trained detective eyes and when Heizou studies your expression, he’s naturally quick to put two and two together

But don’t you dare look away while he’s cooing at how adorable you are, he’ll tilt your face back towards his with two fingers placed on your chin to further continue his investigation~

You’re not sure if either of you had moved within the last hour. And you’re not sure if either of you wanted to move for that matter.

For context, your boyfriend was completely absorbed by a new puzzle he had gotten, so much so that you doubted he could see or hear anything that was farther than 10 or 20 centimetres from reach. By now you were used to his moods and just let him be, having learnt the hard way that there’s no way to get him back to the real world in a time like that.

As for you, well, you were completely absorbed by…him. The way his brow creased, how his teeth worried his bottom lip when he was stuck on a certain part, his bright eyes that narrowed in deep concentration and his moles…those goddamn moles!!

For now, you were torn between admiring him and scowling at him for being so beautiful it was maddening. Frustrated, you scoffed under your breath.

“Drives you that crazy, hmm?” he said without looking up from his work, mischief swinging in his voice. Chuckling when your head snapped up in surprise, he raised his eyes to meet yours, amusement evident amidst olive green. “What, you thought I wouldn’t notice when you’re basically burning holes into my head with how much you’re staring, baby?”

“I’m glad at least one of us finds this amusing,” you grumbled, defiantly looking away from him. If you had kept your eyes on him a little longer though, you would’ve noticed how he rounded the table and came up behind where you were sitting. But because you didn’t, his voice ringing out directly besides your ear nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“For someone who’s been so observant up until now, you’re quite easy to sneak up on, you know.” His teasing snicker set the back of your neck and most possibly also your cheeks on fire. When you turned around to give him a piece of your mind, you were playing right into his hands, which came down on either side of you as he crowded you against the table, his smug smirk even wider now. “Tell me baby, what’s got you so upset?”

“No.”

“Oh come on. I’m your boyfriend, remember?” he cooed. One of his hands cupped the side of your jaw, high enough for his thumb to trace circles onto your cheek. “But I’m not a mind-reader. I can’t make you feel better if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. My, with how you’re burning up, I might just think you have a fever.”

“Oh, shut up,” you mumbled and turned your head away again. “You know exactly what’s going on.”

“Mhm, I do.” His voice low, barely above a whisper and oh so close to you, made goosebumps rise along your arms. “But I like to hear you say it.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Aww, you’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Say,” two of his fingers rested under your chin to tilt it back to his, making it impossible to escape his half-lidded gaze, “am I really that bad?”

Your eyes flitted down towards his lips as Heizou leaned in. Winding your arms around his neck with one hand settling comfortably in his auburn hair, you straightened to meet him halfway.

As your lips nearly touched his, you whispered “Yeah, you drive me out of my mind.”

VENTI

Cheeky, cheeky bard

Thrives with your attention on him and will tease you about it

As he flirts back and returns your compliments tenfold, his bright eyes seem to hold an even livelier spark than usual

When he shows you the most recent song he wrote, you’ll find the person who inspired it feels rather familiar

The fresh breeze curled around your face and tugged at your clothes but it didn’t chill you. On the contrary, it was a welcome sensation that brought with it the scent of flowers and apples.

You were sitting on the stone parapet surrounding the plaza in front of the cathedral. At the foot of Mondstadt’s Barbatos Statue there was a little get together of bards from all over Teyvat, swapping stories and presenting their newly written works.

And in the midst of it all was your lovely boyfriend, who naturally attracted the people around him. Whether it was because of his charms, his talent or because he was literally the patron of bards you didn’t know but you were happy he could share his passion with like-minded people. In fact, it was your idea to come here in the first place. But at one point you had taken a step back from the conversation and let Venti do his thing.

Your attention was drawn back to the crowd though when the familiar tune of a lyre reached your ears. From how often you got to listen to it, you’d be able to pick this instrument from hundreds of its kind each time. Or maybe it wasn’t the lyre but the person playing it.

Slowly you approached the bards and pushed your way to the front, where you had perfect vision of Venti strumming his lyre with lithe fingers and humming a new yet comfortingly familiar melody. With his eyes closed and a serene smile on his face, he swayed in time with his piece. Although it was an action so simple, you found you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of him so in his element, as if nothing or no one else was there.

You were so lost in him that it took you a couple of seconds to notice he had finished performing and was making his way over, teal eyes already fixed on you. There was a playful grin tugging at his lips, getting more excited the closer he came.

“Did you like it, dove?” Venti immediately grasped both your hands within his and brought them up to his lips to press quick pecks to your knuckles “Or were you too busy staring to notice who this song was dedicated to, ehe~?”

“Well, I can’t help it that my boyfriend is so beautiful, can I now?”, you teased back, one hand straightening the cap on his head before twirling one of his braids around your finger.

“It’s a tragedy, really,” he sighed, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eyes. Then he lifted his hand to your face and gently smoothed the knuckle of his pointer finger across your cheekbone, all the while giving you the softest look you’d ever seen a person muster “But this does not even compare to the hardships I go through, all because my partner is so gorgeous. Especially when they look at me with eyes so full of love, how can I keep myself from writing a million songs about them? How do I endure the constant thoughts of them crossing my mind? The burden, it’s near impossible to bear!”

“Oh, woe is us! Fate can be so cruel,” you mock sobbed before you both erupted into a fit of giggles. When you calmed down you fixed him with the most loving gaze “I love you, Venti.”

“I love you, too, dove.”

AETHER

A smile so bright it could replace the sun and the matching warmth on his cheeks

Followed by the most adorable giggles which envelope you like a cosy blanket

Very expressive about his gratitude and even more vocal about his adoration for you

Expect more ‘random’ compliments and small gestures from him from now on

You were lazing around on your shared bed as you waited for your boyfriend to grace you with his presence. And luckily for you and your ceiling, which you probably would've turned into a donut if you had stared any longer, the characteristic sound of the front door opening, followed by the hopeful call of your name, had you sitting up straight fast enough to make the room spin.

Aether had been away on commissions for too long in your humble opinion. So, when the bedroom door opened to reveal your sunshine of a boyfriend, he thanked the Archons for his fast reflexes, otherwise both of you would´ve gone down with how you threw yourself at him. But luckily, Aether is Aether and twirling you around upon catching you was one of the easiest parts of his life.

“You're finally back! I missed you so much!”, you exclaimed while throwing your arms around his neck. You couldn't help but giggle when he returned the sentiment as sincerely as you gave it. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you slid back down and intertwined your hands. “Come on, you must be tired. Let's get you washed up and then let's eat!”

No matter how often you saw it, there was something entrancing about the way Aether carefully removed piece after piece of his armour until only his pants and crop top remained. When all his discarded clothes found their way into the hamper, he sat down in front of your vanity and reached for the end of his braid.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Aether offered no protest as he relaxed fully into the chair and basically melted as your fingers trailed up his arms and massaged some of the tense spots around his shoulders. Then, just as carefully, your fingertips brushed along the expanse of his spine and you prided yourself on the little shiver that visibly ran through him. “Relax, honey. Let me take care of you.”

By the time your fingers gently removed the hair tie from his blonde strands, Aether had his eyes closed while his breath had evened out. If it weren't for the little hums he left out as the pressure on his scalp ebbed away when you slowly undid his braid, you'd have thought he was asleep. After tenderly running your fingers through the entirety of his hair to get out the biggest tangles, you reached for the brush on the vanity.

Making your way from the ends of his hair to the roots, you found that there wasn't much to do actually. Sure, there was one or the other tiny knot but otherwise his hair had inexplicably remained pretty tangle-free. You couldn't help but wonder how your boyfriend managed to do that because you were quite sure if you had his hair, you´d have brought at least half a forest worth of twigs and leaves home with you.

So, who could blame you that you kept smoothing over his beautiful locks long after you were done brushing them out, especially when the sinking evening sun turned them into liquid gold between your fingertips. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt right?

“You´re so cute, you know that?” You tore your eyes from the strands in your grasp to the mirror, wide eyes meeting his half-lidded ones. In your surprise you had let go of the hair you were holding as you fumbled for something to say. But Aether beat you to it. “Please, keep going. This feels so nice.”

Who were you to deny him? He needn't ask twice before your fingers had picked up their earlier ministrations again as the light falling through the window made your boyfriend glow brighter than any treasure ever could.

„How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?“, you mused, small smile visible in the vanity mirror. At that, Aether craned his neck to look up at you, his eyes wide and curious at your sudden declaration. But then an equally adoring grin tugged at his lips as he turned around in your arms.

„Isn’t that my line?“, he chuckled. Looping his arms around your neck, he cradled the back of your head in his palm as he pulled you down to his height. Every kiss you shared didn´t last long as you both smiled into them, leading to you breaking apart after only a few seconds. Giving his nose a quick peck, you settled for resting your forehead against his, basking in your boyfriend's contagious giggles.

You´d often heard people say that home was not a place but a person and while you understood the meaning of the statement, you could never reflect the sentiment. But after meeting Aether and travelling Teyvat with him, you started to see the truth behind the phrase. After all, you couldn´t care less about where you were as long as you were with him.

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bellysoupset · 29 days

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OMG, the strep throat fix is so good!! Any chance for a part 2???!

LETS GOOOOO

Part 2 bc I thought of a way to use it for Part 3 🙈 Queen of self control.

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"This is so embarrassing," Leo grumbled, rolling on the couch and pressing his feverish face to Jonah's tummy, voice coming out even more muffled by his sweater.

He felt, more than heard, his boyfriend chuckle, a hand resting on Leo's shoulder. The movement caused the sweater to slightly suffocate him, which would've been fine any other day, but given that he could only breathe through his mouth since his nose was stuffed, it caused a coughing fit and Leo sprung up.

He coughed and coughed until his ribs hurt, a horrible taste flooding his mouth and his head spinning from the lack of oxygen. The hot soup he had had for dinner tickling his throat, but Leo swallowed it back down.

It was embarrassing enough that he had crashed into Wendy's apartment five hours earlier than he should be, sick, and had caused Vince to stay behind from hanging out with his girlfriend. It was mortifying that he had to shower in her private bathroom, just to bring the fever down. Leo didn't want to add throwing up in her couch to the list of offenses.

"Here," Wendy's voice broke through the fog and Leo wiped at his eyes. It felt like they were burning and his head was throbbing. He really wanted to go home, but after all the stress he had put Jonah through in the morning, Leo was willing to sit around since the other man seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself.

Normally Vince's personality — earnest, warm, positive —, brought out all the sass Jonah had. It wasn't that he didn't love the guy, Leo knew damn well that wasn't case, it was just that he couldn't help the sarcasm with someone who was so sincere. However, that wasn't the case today.

Leo wasn't sure if the fever was playing tricks on him, but it seemed like Jon had forgotten his walls at the door... He had missed Vince, even if he would never say it out loud.

"What?" Leo asked tiredly, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead and rubbing at it, as if he could remove the pain. Wendy sat near his foot on the couch, holding a metal tin.

"I knew I had this somewhere," she said, showing him the case and Leo stared at it, his brain refusing to cooperate.

"Vicks VapoRub?" Jonah sounded amused, "that's some mum stuff."

Wendy rolled her eyes at him, opening the tin, "lean back, Leo," she instructed and Leo frowned, instead of obeying.

He blinked owlishly at her, "I'm fine," the rasp sounded ridiculous even to his own ears and Jonah let out a scoff, while Wendy completely ignored him, pushing him back against his boyfriend.

"Get his shirt?" She asked, grabbing a dollop of the gel and Leo's frown deepened as he felt Jonah's hands pulling his shirt up.

"What the- No!" Leo whined when Wendy promptly smeared the gel on his naked chest. His whole face burnt with embarrassment and he brought his hands up, angrily covering his face, "this is so humiliating."

"You're really not my type, don't worry," Wendy teased him, "I don't do blondes," she continued to spread the gel around. Leo felt Jon press a kiss to his temple, but he still didn't pull back his hand, hoping the ground would open and swallow him. He couldn't believe he was getting rubbed down by Wendy, of all people.

"Shut up," Leo groaned, then whined when Jon pushed his hands down. Wendy was grinning at him, her cheeks pink and her green eyes alight with mischief.

"Leo, relax," she rubbed the gel up to his clavicle, her cold fingers making goosebumps spring up and causing Leo to blush even more, if that was possible. He was sure he looked great, swimming in an old sweats set from Vince, with the large sweat shirt all but tucked under his chin; His hair had dried all weird and was sticking out as if he was part of a grunge rock band, and now Wendy was sitting near his hip, lathering him in minty gel.

He let out a heavy sigh and sniffled grossly, reaching to wipe at his raw nose with the sleeve, only for Jonah to manifest a soft tissue in front of him.

"D-anks," Leo mumbled, blowing his nose again and clutching the tissue in a fist when the action caused his head to swim again. He groaned and slumped on Jon's shoulder, breathing through his mouth, "this is horrible."

"I know," Jonah continued to hold him, almost halfway across his lap like an overgrown baby, "let's head home?"

Yes, Leo thought, but he could clearly tell Jon did not want a positive answer. Not with how large he was smiling. He shook his head no, closing his eyes.

"In a bit," Leo said, shivering as Wendy tugged his sweatshirt down and then the minty cream started to warm up his skin and unclog his nose. He cuddled up even closer to Jonah as he could, trying to melt in his arms.

"So you were saying about school?" Jon said, his voice a note lower, rumbling in his chest, "how are the kids treating you?"

"The little ones are easy," Vince answered and Leo heard a squeal, probably him grabbing Wendy and causing her to fall on his lap, on the opposite couch, "the seniors are a bit of an issue. I don't think they give much of a fuck about my class at all."

"I mean, I sure didn't give a fuck about my history classes," Jonah teased him, while Wendy interrupted with a delighted sigh.

"Tell him about the pies," Leo could clearly hear the smile in her voice and the smugness in Vince's as he answered.

"I got five different moms bringing me pie this week, as a welcoming gift to the school board."

Jonah laughed, "you're already getting bribes?"

"Not bribes," Wendy sounded more smug than Vince, "they're flirting with him."

"No way," Jonah, incredulous, eagerly sitting up and causing Leo to groan as it moved him. Immediately Jonah settled back down, combing his fingers through his hair, "sorry, sorry- No way?"

"Yes, way," Wendy scoffed, "he's the new hot teacher, did you expect anything less?"

"Hot is an overstatement," Jonah teased, while Vince chuckled.

"Go fuck yourself, Banks- Leo, do you want a blanket?"

Leo was nearly drifting off, but almost as if he had missed a step in a set of stairs, he jerked from the slumber, forcing his eyes open. His stomach felt weird and his head cottony, vision slightly fuzzy as he rolled on the couch in order to see his friend.

True to what he had guessed, Vince was sitting in the other couch, with Wendy perched on his thigh.

"Whaa-"

"Do you want a blanket?" Vin repeated the question, looking concerned and before Leo could nod in agreement, Jon interrupted.

"He's still really warm, better not."

Leo whined, whole face scrunching up. He was freezing. He dug his feet on the couch, burying them in the crack between futons, and curled up, trying to prove that he did need a blanket. Lucas would've gotten him one.

"No, he wouldn't," Jonah answered him with a huff and Leo frowned, confused and blinking drowsily, all his limbs feeling heavy.

"Uh...?"

"Go to sleep," Jon rolled his eyes, stroking his cheek, "I'll wake you in a bit."

"Mmm'kay," Leo sighed, leaning against the soft touch and vaguely hearing as Vince tried to argue with Jon and Wendy that one blanket surely wouldn't kill him... Then the words all became white noise and all Leo could feel was Jon running his fingers through his hair and suddenly a blanket being tucked around him by rougher, bigger hands.

#mywriting #sickfic #fever #cold #strep throat #leo wagner #VERY fluffy and 3 caretakers for Leo

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omg step up dance movie my beloved. And you're so right, the dynamic of rich snooty ballet dancer and not rich hip hop dancer from "the wrong side of the tracks" is so dream/hob. the hip hop dancer character feels like it fits hob so well too bc it's like. The feeling and expression of self in hip hop is... Very different from the strict rules and standards of ballet. Hob doesn't hate ballet, but he didn't grow up with it, not being from a particularly wealthy background. And he does feel hip hop is a superior form of dance in that it is so much more... Free. And honest and raw and real. Less tense over rehearsed painful movements and more flowing authentic and human.

Dream however. He could not disagree more. He doesn't even consider "hip hop" or "street" dancing as real dancing. Real dancing is practised, incredibly difficult routines and strict schedules (not just around rehearsing but eating too). Real dance is something you devote your whole life to, not something you do for fun in your free time (whatever that is) with your friends (another concept dream isn't very familiar with). Has he actually deigned to watch any hip hop dance? Don't be silly, he doesn't have time to waste on something so frivolous.

Dream turned up early (as usual) for practise before classes and scheduled rehearsal time. He assumed the studio would be empty as it usually was at this hour, however walking down the hall the sound of ... Heavy bass and a seductive rhythm with lyrics to match spilled out from his studio (okay it's technically not his but no one else uses it nearly as much as him so it might as well be) down the corridor. Dream slows down, curious, if a little annoyed, that his early morning extra practice was going to be delayed in the least. When he gets to the door what he sees stops him dead and makes his mouth fall open. What this man is doing with his body is... Unholy to say the least but dream can also appreciate the muscle control and timing displayed here from a technical stand point. Of course he isn't observing for any other reason. Not bc the way this man's hips move is hypnotic and quite frankly down right sinful. Dream becomes aware that he's staring and has inexplicably started to grow hard, which his legging do very little to conceal.

Anyway pretty please share anything that dreamling step up makes you think of !!! I would be forever grateful 🙏💞

AJSJDJFJDBD YEAH <333

Absolutely love this. I'm imagining that Hob notices that Dream is there and the two of them immediately get into an argument about who booked the studio to use, which devolves into Dream saying "your dance form is ridiculous and foolish so you should just give me the studio" and Hob is like??? WHAT??? He can't believe anyone would be so rude but he's got to fight back. He tells Dream that ballet isn't even that hard, anyone can do it if they're rich enough.

Dream runs at Hob, intending to demonstrate that Hob won't even be able to catch him - let alone do a lift. But he's very surprised when Hob grabs him by the hips and effortlessly shifts him into a fucking angel lift.

Dream is unmistakably hard and blushing. Hob is like "You shouldn't have done that, you didn't know that I wouldn't drop you" and Dream can't even SPEAK. He decides to graciously allow Hob to finish his practice session (while he sneakily watches from the side of the studio). Hob keeps smirking him in the mirror and Dream genuinely has to cross his legs to avoid being caught with a major boner in his leggings.

He later discovers that Hob has quite a big following online for his dance videos and tutorials. He stays up way too late (far out of his usual strict schedule) watching Hob dance. He is undeniably beautiful and talented but more than anything he looks so happy! He looks like he's enjoying himself, like he enjoys his own body and what he can do with it. He wears baggy track pants for most of his routines but Dream is still convinced that he's caught a glimpse of a very impressive bulge.

Not to mention that Hob occasionally dances shirtless... and that some of his videos are more thirst trap than dance...

So what can Dream do but show up at the same time next week to see Hob all over again? Hob seems pretty thrilled to see him, anyway. He even offers to share his breakfast (another big step outside of routine for Dream, who hasn't eaten a store bought pastry for... a very long time). And when Dream gets up to start his practice, Hob settles in to watch with a wink.

"You had an opportunity to thirst over me. Now I'm repaying the favour. I want you to show me why ballet is the superior form."

And Dream has never been able to resist a challenge...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #ballet au

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mizzmellos · 9 months

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M2 sleeping hc bc I don't wanna sleep:

+ Mello can fall asleep anywhere if he's tired enough. Falls asleep at: his desk, the kitchen table, the study halls at Wammy's, the sofa, the floor (occasionally), in the backseat of cars, and especially likes to sleep on trains (the sound is relaxing). He doesn't sleep that often though and usually just tries to take 15-20 minute power naps <- he read about this once and is a firm believer.

+ Matt is a chronic sleepyhead (poor diet, constant substance abuse, lack of exercise) and can easily sleep for 14-16 hours a day if he has nothing else to do. He's a really light sleeper, though, and prefers to sleep in front of the TV for background noise/ambient light (no it's not a nightlight. Shut up.) In contrast, Mello's preferred place for slumber is in a giant nest of 20 memory foam pillows with an eye mask and earplugs.

+ They are both sooooo cranky in the morning 😭 <- much of their married bickering happens during this time. Matt misplaced his keys, Mello is making them late, they're fighting over who gets to use the toilet, the temperature of the shower is always too hot, Matt forgot to start the coffee pot, etc.

+ Mello has the occasional night terror and wakes himself up screaming <- was incredibly embarrassed by this at Wammy's. Matt tried to cover for him but well. Matt is a bad liar. Mello refuses to elaborate any further.

+ They shared a blanket for a few years when they started living together but Mello is the most selfish bedmate in the world (in every sense) and always stole it to cocoon himself in. So they each had to get their own. Matt's is the raggedy grey one they used to share (that was also his comforter back at Wammy's) and Mello's is a big black fluffy down blanket with gauche gold silk embroidery.

+Matt sleeps spread eagle or in the family guy death pose and has to have like 18 fans pointed at him bc he's yucky and sweaty. Mello sleeps in the fetal position normally all tucked up like a pillbug but if he's really tired he'll sprawl out and push Matt off the bed. -> Matt is always trying to cuddle up to Mello even tho he's like a human furnace. They both toss and turn like crazy so they take turns being the little spoon 🥺 <- Mello would mace Matt for saying these two words in succession in any situation other than an etiquette lesson.

+Matt sleeps in wifebeaters and gross old boxers with ridiculous prints (think those white and red cartoon heart boxers). Mello sleeps naked obviously but if he does have to wear pajamas he usually just wears a big fluffy robe.

#matt x mello #mizz headcanons #FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP HERE WE COMEEEE

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mamawasatesttube · 8 months

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also btw. i forgot to say this earlier bc i got so caught up in the euphoria of tim's uncanny ability to make friends but. the "no metas in gotham" """"rule"""" is bullshit. i don't believe in this. even if someone showed me a panel of bruce saying it i'd just reject it outright. the early 2000s comics where authors were determined to make him fantasy racist are already bad enough, but fandom in 2023 being DETERMINED to perpetuate fantasy racism as a quirky character trait is ridiculous beyond words. why do you guys Want bruce wayne to sound like he ran "find and replace" on a kkk manifesto and just changed "foreigners" to "metas" or something. were the comics where he said "this is why i don't want you to associate with his kind" to cass about kon not incredibly uncomfortable enough?? why do you people want to keep this around. what's wrong with yall. :/

#rimi talks #''no metas in gotham'' you say these words to me and i start beating you over the head with a broom

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pollyna · 2 years

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Hot takes that aren't that hot anymore but just general considerations because I finally saw Top Gun (1986) for the second time.

- the whole Charlie/Mav thing? Why. Like seriously I get they should be love at first sight of some shit but Maverick can't take no for an answer? And Charlie says no a lot, expecially at the beginning. Let's not talk about the bathroom scene bc it was so cringe I could have cried;

- the first person to call Maverick Mav is Goose during the inverted manouver 'nd honestly Slider being the second to call him that? Tell me Goosie all the secrets you and the other tall RIO exchange over hot chocolate and one too many complains about your pilots;

- Wolf's hard on that's repeated at the end? I mean bro, you can't actually have sex with a plane or any science related to that. But Hollywood is there;

- My brain reading Dick instead that Rick and deciding that Jester's name is Dick from now on>>>>;

- Iceman was a concentrate of repressed feeling, being an asshole and not knowing if he wanted to punch or kiss Maverick;

- matching helmets??? Between every RIO-pilot I'm living for this details;

- Cougar and I have wife and kid but yeah dude get that but since in my canon you destroyed Ice I have to ask: which thing was more terrifying?;

- Goose going around moving!! people!! where!! he!! needs!! them!! so they can talk>>>>;

-Carole and Goose? Honestly broke my heart but I decided to ignore the part where Carole says it's in love with you bc seriously? Nope.;

- Viper and his 477373 daughters, I get why teaching at top gun sounded like a funny why to spend the time;

- I'm not going to leave Iceman;

- Ice buzzing the tower with Mav even when their jet is a bullet target of his own kind? If it's not trust I don't know what it could be;

- Goose you pussy! and knowing Mav should have stayed for another match broke a new one in me :);

- Slider constantly being grabby hands around Ice and introducing him with Mr. Iceman? HE'S THE PROUD PROTECTOR OF HIS FRIEND-CRUSH;

- the Annapolis ring. Now someone has to write a 747473k about what the fuck they were all doing in Annapolis bc, a part from Mav and a couple of others, they all have the ring. So c'mon where the juice detailssss;

- every ridiculous icemav scene 🌈 I love them your honor it was embarrassing all the little sounds I made;

- even Mav's CO not believing he's going to last as teacher made me laugh;

- I totally forgot the mav/charlie reunion bc icemav flying away together is more important.

Oh, and one last thing, they should legally change the title from Top Gun to Top Gay because they really were the 1% of the 1%.

#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #rick hollywood neven #leonard wolfman wolfe #icemav #hollywolf #rick jester heatherly #mike viper metcalf #hot takes that are cold lol #top gun (1986)

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daisysliv · 2 years

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safe & sound | eddie munson

word count: 952

pairing: eddie munson x gen!reader

summary: in which eddie's arms is the only place you feel safe

warnings: fluff, light angst, mentions or death

notes: wrote this bc i desperately need to be hugged, preferably by joseph quinn. as always, not edited so all mistakes are my own!

library

stranger things bookshelf

If someone would have told you a year ago that the safest place to be was in his arms, you would've laughed and walked away not believing a word they said. It would've been a ridiculous notion but as you were in his arms, curling your body closer into his side, it wasn't ridiculous.

The warmth that radiated from his body kept you from freezing and feeling exposed to the outside world, the world you didn't trust anymore. The way he cradled your head in one hand and wrapped the other around your waist kept you grounded while he, and his big, brown doe eyes checked you over for any fatal injuries. When he finalized his opinion that there was no harm done that could be fatal, he carefully pulled you into his chest, the hand cradling your head joining his other arm around your waist. The tightness of his arms wrapped around you, fully, kept you secure.

Being in his arms was like being wrapped in a blanket while you sat on the couch and watched a movie or some stupid sitcom on a rainy day. It felt safe. You felt safe for the first time in a long time.

Gripping the back of his shirt with your hands and bunching the fabric in your fist, you buried your head deeper into his chest with a sigh passing your chapped lips. The sound of his heartbeat echoing in your head kept you tied to reality.

“You’re okay.” Eddie’s lips brushed against your forehead as he spoke, his arms tightening around you. “You’re okay.” He repeated.

You nodded against his chest, keeping your eyes screwed shut. You didn't want to open them in fear that this was all an illusion made by Vecna. You didn't want to open them and be met with sight of everyone and everything you love dead because that would break you. It would break you beyond repair and you didn't think you could handle it. “I'm not letting anyone hurt you, do you hear me? No one is going to hurt you again.” Hot tears brim in your eyes and you resist the urge to listen to the voice in the back of your head telling you to break down.

You would break down later, not right now. There were more pressing matters at hand than the need to sob. There were lives all over town in danger and could die at any moment because of the ground that caved in near their feet, taking people with it, there was no time for a cry session. You felt as if you were already wasting time as he held you but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. His arms brought you a certain comfort that you hadn't felt in such a long time and you didn't want to lose it.

“We need to go.” Eddie hums in agreement but neither of you made a movement to let go of each other. Neither of you were ready to lose the comfort that you gave each other.

It was nice to feel safe—protected for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Maybe just a few more minutes.” He whispered, his arms tightening around you slightly. You became aware of the light trembling of his body and tightened your own arms around him. He needed your comfort as much as you needed his, it appears.

“We need to find the others. See if they're okay and see if… if everyone made-”

“Don't. Don't go there.” Eddie cuts you off before you could finish the sentence.

Despite not wanting to believe it, the only way the ground would’ve caved beneath them was if the plan failed and Vecna claimed another victim; someone had to be dead for this to have happened. It could've been anybody. It could've been any of your friends while that scared you, you were glad it wasn't Eddie.

It almost was him but you and Dustin were quicker than those bats and helped Eddie fight them off before escaping the Upside Down with seconds to spare before everything went to shit.

Reluctantly pulling yourself out of Eddie’s arms, you shivered at the cold breeze that hit with the absence of the warmth his hold brought. The urge to fall back into his arms grew quickly in you but there were still things that needed to be done. The fight wasn't over. And it wouldn't be over for a long time.

“We need to get Dustin and head over to the Creel house.”

The metalhead nodded and followed you out to the RV where Dustin had been impatiently waiting for the two of you. “What took you so long?! We needed to go, like, yesterday!” Dustin shouted from his spot in the back, his eyes wide.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You exclaimed while you fought with the buckle of the seat. You look around to see the damage and your eyes widen in horror. Homes were split down the middle, people were running around screaming and looking for their loved ones while smoke clouded the sky. It was a real life nightmare. “Oh, my God,” You gasped.

“I know. It's like everyone's nightmares come to life.” Eddie climbs into the driver’s seat after taking his own look around at the place he called home. “Jesus Christ.” He swore under his breath, his hands tightening around the wheel.

“Do you want me to drive?” You ask when you realized how much the sight of the trailer park in shambles terrified the man next you.

“No.” Is all he says before he speeds out onto the road and out of the place he’s called home his entire life without another look.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things one shot #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine #i need to be held by him #so badly #eddie munson gives the best hugs #and i'll die on that hill

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