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sassycheesecake · 3 months

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A/N: As requested by my followers, here’s my bday special yakuza!Suna smut! (It sounds like a dish lmao, also happy bday to 25 year old me yay) The characters are like in their mid-twenties! P.S. I had way too many ideas for writing this, so I am gonna divide it into two parts :'D

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content, cursing, enemies to lovers trope, mentions of sex

You absolutely despise him.

He’s an infuriating, stupidly attractive, arrogant jerk.

Even his name leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Rintarō Suna.

Henchman of ruthless yakuza boss Shinsuke Kita, he is a highly intelligent strategist with rather unfortunate good looks that could make any girl swoon as soon as he looked their way.

Too bad for all the females that Suna doesn’t do relationships, only fucking with no strings attached.

He’s the only one in the group who brings company back to his room, claiming he has 'needs' and it’s a good stress relief.

You couldn’t care less, it’s not like you have a thing for Suna.

He uses women and throws them away like paper, his body count is probably higher than the Spanish flu.

You’re walking down the dimly-lit hallway, passing by an expensive painting towards his room.

When you get closer, you hear the sound of a moaning woman, along with the constant creaking of a bed.

Immediately, your stomach twists in a weird way and you take deep breaths before hammering your fist against his door.

You hear a startled yelp of the woman and thankfully the creaking stops.

"What?!" Suna snaps loudly from inside his room.

"Suna, get your ass out of there. Kita called for a meeting 20 minutes ago. Send your visitor home and get a move on!" You yell back in frustration.

You wait for about seven minutes before the door opens, and a bright red-headed woman emerges from the room, hair all tousled up with cheeks colored almost as red as her hair.

She is unmistakably beautiful, you unfortunately have to admit.

She looks a little bit guilty when she looks at you, not saying a word as she brushes past you in a hurry to leave.

When you look back inside Suna’s room, the air smells heavy with sex and frustration from Suna's side, not exactly happy that you interrupted his hook-up session.

"You know, you’re such a manwhore." You say, with a voice full of anger and jealousy, after the woman has left.

"And proud of it sweetheart." Suna begins to pull up his discarded boxers and black jeans again, turning away from you, so his broad muscled back faces you.

Along with lots of scars of fights he has been in, his massive tattoo always amazes you.

It’s two giant vipers entangled with each other, mouths open so fangs are on display. At the bottom of the vipers, a red demon skull with a nasty snarl is staring right into the viewers face. Along on top of the skull are two horns, looking like they grew out of the skull. Two arrows go through the vipers, not hurting them but so the reptiles curl around them. It represents deceptive authority.

"Enjoying the view?" Suna's teasing tone rips you out of your daydream.

"You wish. Kita has called us into a meeting and you weren’t picking up your phone when Aran has tried to call you multiple times." You cross your arms in front of your chest as you watch him getting dressed.

Pulling his discarded maroon hoodie over his upper body, he faces you again with his usual bored expression. Aka what you call his resting-bitch-face.

"Let’s go fuckboy. Kita is waiting for us and with every damn second I spend waiting for you, he grows more agitated. Ever since his girl has left him, he’s been more moody, impatient and impulsive than usual." In the last part of your sentence, you drop the volume of your voice.

Suna finally finishes putting on his sneakers and steps out of his room to lock the door and follow you to the conference room.

"I can’t understand how you can have sex with someone who screams so loud, I’d probably get my eardrums busted if my partner screamed so loud." You start the conversation.

"Think you sound better?" Suna grins at you with those beautiful dark emerald eyes of his, while still walking beside you to the conference room.

"I KNOW I sound better! At least I don’t scream like a cat in heat when I orgasm." You huff and fast the pace in your steps.

"I don’t care how loud they are, as long as I can fuck them and they leave, I could give less a shit." The brunette fastens his steps, so he is walking next to you again, making your shoulder brush with his side occasionally.

Silence from your side for a few seconds before Suna starts talking again.

"By the way. Why are you so uptight? Haven’t had a good fuck in a while?" He taunts you as he leans closer to your face.

You ignore his comment, finally arriving at the conference room.

When you open the door, you see Kita leaning his head against his propped up fist on his table and at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes snap towards you.

His eyes are very cold and it gives you shivers every time you look at him.

Suna shortly follows after you and without any acknowledgment to his boss, he sits in the seat next to Osamu.

"Finally." Kita sighs and leans back in his chair. Finally all of the Inarizaki members have arrived, sitting at the long white-gray marble table, with Kita sitting at the head of the table.

The last unoccupied chair was next to Riseki, who gives you a small smile as you sit down next to him.

Kita stands up and walks around a little bit, starting to talk.

"The reason why I called you all in here is because Inarizaki will soon expand its territory. With Shiratorizawa and Nohebi gone, all that is left is Karasuno and Itachiyama." Some of the members listen intently to him, others like Suna pulling out his phone, typing on it with a bored expression.

"So what are we going to do about them?" Aran asks from Riseki's left side.

"I had a talk with Iizuna last night. We have come to a mutual agreement of joining forces together." Kita answers, stopping at the window to look outside.

"What? Ya serious?! Those snobby bastards only care for their own fuckin' profit!" Atsumu sneers madly.

Kita looks at Atsumu through his peripheral vision briefly before returning his gaze back outside.

"I know that some of you may have a problem with that, but Karasuno has gotten too much power in the last two years. Sawamura is stealing most of our customers away and by joining forces together with Itachiyama, we will be able to take over half of Japan, soon maybe the whole of Japan. Eliminate them one by one, pray you do not disappoint me.”

“What about their newest product ‘Spikedopamine’? I heard that’s the newest shit in town. Is that why our sales have dropped so much?” Akagi states, who sits on your right.

Ginjima and Atsumu who sit across from you, start laughing hysterically at the name that they chose for the newest drug they produced. The name-founder Kageyama used to play volleyball back in high school, where most of the crows have met and formed their group.

“That’s the stupidest name I ever heard!” Atsumu manages to say while getting tears in his eyes.

Ginjima and Atsumu keep on laughing until Omimi shoots them a sharp glare, while Kita looks at them with an undefined expression.

Ginjima immediately stops, while Atsumu’s laugh turns into a nervous chuckle, stopping after a while as well.

It’s quiet for a while before Kita starts to speak again.

“I will divide you into teams and you will all work together with Itachiyama. Iizuna and I already made the teams.”

Kita walks back to his chair to sit down and reaches for the few folders that Aran has slid over to his boss.

“Team 1, the Surveillance Team. Osamu, you will go with Akagi, Kosaku, Omimi and Komori from Itachiyama. He’s a black-hat hacker, he can help you hack into their security system and download important files, steal information and hack into their bank accounts.”

The names of the men that were called begin to stand up, since Osamu sits on Kita’s left side at the head of the table, he grabs the folder that Kita has provided him.

“And Team 2, which will be the Assault Team, will consist of Atsumu, (Y/N), Suna and Sakusa from Itachiyama. He's a weapons specialist, expert interrogator and master strategist.” Kita slides the folder to you, since Suna is still on his phone, showing it to Atsumu, who grins mischievously at the screen.

“Aran, Riseki and Ginjima, you stay here at headquarters, in case someone gets injured, you can take over. That will be all.” Kita, Aran, Riseki and Ginjima begin to get up to return to their rooms while you and your assigned team remain seated.

Well this is fucking great.

You’re stuck with a psycho, a manwhore and an arrogant jackass for God knows how long, until you all bring the downfall for Karasuno.

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darthgloris · 1 year

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Volleyball (Berlín x female reader)

Summary: Berlín and Y/N, code name Varsòvia, were childhood friends since high school and finally reunite during the five-month training for the first heist.

Type: fluff

A/N: I wrote the Spanish names because I prefer those to the English ones, no warnings.

Happy reading!

The moment he entered the classroom, my jaw dropped. It shocked me how I recognised him instantly, after twelve years.

“No real names,” his brother reminded me, and I nodded quickly.

I walked up to him and his face lit up as he saw me. I jumped into his arms and he laughed, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, still laughing out of shock.

“Well, I’m a dirt-poor criminal and 2.4 billion euros didn��t sound so bad, so…” I chuckled. “I could imagine it’s the same for you.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled shyly at him, looking at him through my eyelashes and he pecked my cheek affectionately.

“Everyone please take a seat.”

I sat down at a desk and he sat in front of me, flashing me a smirk before turning around. Just like the old days, I thought to myself, smiling.

“First, I would like to set some ground rules. No personal information, that being names, ages, and no relationships.”

The room groaned, and I chuckled silently. I knew everyone would break that rule anyway.

“On the names, let’s do… cities, we’ll do cities. You?” He pointed at the girl in the front seat.

She paused for a second before replying. “Tokyo.”

Then his brother. “Berlín.” He chose. Fitting perfectly with his personality. I thought for a moment.

“Varsòvia.” I picked.

Berlín turned around with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t you dare make Nazi jokes,” I warned him.

“Twelve years, and you still know exactly what I’m thinking,” he responded.

I laughed lightly, “Never gets old.”

…

Life at the estate in Toledo wasn’t bad at all. We had free time and good meals, and I was reunited with Berlín, at last.

“Who’s up for volleyball?” Nairobi asked.

Berlín and I looked at each other knowingly, smiling softly. I winked at him and he winked back as we silently agreed to play our trick.

“I’m a bit rusty, but why not?” I agreed.

“I’m in,” he said. The others agreed as well.

“All right, everyone, let’s make teams,” I said. I silently counted us. Nine.

“We’re not even-numbered.” I said.

“Profesor! Are you playing?” Tokyo yelled.

“Sure.” He replied.

The teams were me, Berlín, Rio, Denver and Tokyo versus Nairobi, Profesor, Moskù, Oslo and Helsinki. Berlín and I took our places: I went in the center and he was in the front-right corner. Our strategy was to be always near each other so we could work together to score as many points as possible.

“You’re going to regret putting those two in the same team,” Profesor said softly to his team, pointing at us.

“Why’s that?” Nairobi asked.

“You’ll see.”

“We’re two teams of five.” I said. “First team that gets to 15 wins.”

Rio served: the ball flew to the other side without a problem and Nairobi dug.

“Berlìn,” I called his name softly and forearm-passed it to him, who attacked with strength and the ball touched the ground.

“Score,” he said proudly.

We used the same strategy again: Rio served again, this time Helsinki attacked and Denver dug.

“Varsòvia,” Berlín set me the ball and I attacked with as much strength as I could and the ball bounced aggressively on the grass.

“Oh, by the way-” I said out loud while approaching Berlín. “-we’re awesome.” He finished and high-fived me.

“That’s why,” Profesor said to Nairobi.

2-0.

2-1. Moskù scored.

2-2. Nairobi served and Oslo scored.

3-2. Berlín and I scored.

4-2. Berlín served the ball. “Ace,” He chuckled in pride.

5-2. He aced again.

6-2. And again.

6-3. Profesor blocked.

6-4. Helsinki served, Nairobi attacked.

…

“14-14, this is the tie-breaker, people!” Said Denver.

While Tokyo got ready to serve, I looked at Berlín. The twinkle in his eyes made me see he was not going to lose this match. Tokyo served. Profesor dug, Denver forearm-passed. Nairobi set, Moskù attacked. Berlín set me the ball, and I jumped as high as I could, attacking forcefully. The ball fell into the other side.

“Set point!” Berlín laughed and our team cheered and celebrated as he scooped me up in his arms bridal style and spun me around. I yelped in surprise.

“A bit rusty, mis cojones, Varsòvia,” Nairobi laughed. “Good job.”

“Thank you,” I said, out of breath and slightly dizzy from the spinning.

…

That same day we were having dinner and another high school tradition came up: insulting each other without getting offended in the slightest.

We were talking about past relationships and Berlín addressed me. “So, Varsòvia, how has it been for you? You’ve become so beautiful, you must have spent the last twelve years reliving 1999.” He said, a cocky smirk on his face.

I wasn’t even bothered at the compliment as much as the use of the date. The table raised a chorus of “ooh”, “ahh” and wolf whistles.

“1999?” Denver questioned.

“It’s a figure of speech about how sexually promiscuous she was in that year.” Berlín explained and I looked at him, smirking back.

“Do you have a figure of speech for how jealous you were of the boys that came out of her room?” Profesor teased him, earning a louder chorus from the table.

“Well, I happen to have one for how sexually promiscuous you can both go be with yourselves.” I smiled sarcastically at the siblings and the others laughed.

“Touchè, Bambi.” Berlín replied.

…

I sat on a chair in the balcony, enjoying the late summer breeze. A knock on my door startled me.

“Come in.” The door opened and Berlín entered.

“Hey,” He said softly and approached me. He came up behind me and leaned down to rest his arms on my shoulders, his chin on top of my head.

“Hi,” I chuckled back, grabbing one of his hands and interlocking our fingers. “Why so affectionate, Berlín?”

“Why are you questioning it? You know you like it,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I do.” I smiled at him and got up to give him a proper hug. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and sighed.

“I missed you. A lot more than you think.” I said. I felt his smile on my forehead.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart.” We held each other for a good minute before pulling away. “And I meant what I said before. You do look beautiful.” I blushed.

“Berlín…” I shook my head in denial.

“You do. I mean it. With all my heart.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and rested his hand on my cheek. I placed my hand over his and leaned into his touch.

“If I ask you something, will you promise to be 100% honest with me?” I asked him.

“Of course.”

“Were you really jealous in 1999?” He broke eye contact, drawing in a sharp breath.

“Yes. Yes, I was.” I gazed at him sadly.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stand hearing about every single boy that came in and out of your bedroom while I had a massive crush on you.” He argued.

"You didn't have to, why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

"And what were the chances of you saying 'yes'? I was a dumb teenager-"

"I was a dumb teenager too, hence why I might have accepted," I said playfully.

Berlín shook his head fondly and kissed me softly without warning. I kissed back immediately, smiling against his lips. When we pulled away I chuckled and blushed, while he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Te quiero muchísimo, Varsòvia."

"Yo también, Berlín."

#lcdp #lcdp netflix #berlin #berlin x reader

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mxsonxmountx · 11 months

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KA x pregnancy x new born

Word count: 935

Requested: Yes/No

Bold: Kepa

Italics: you

A/N: forgive me if the Spanish isn’t all correct, I used google translate.

also I combined these two together, since it would’ve been easier

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This was a game that you couldn’t miss, the final game of the season. You hadn’t miss one yet and you wasn’t going to miss this one even if you was 9 months pregnant and a few days overdue. You took it very easy regardless, you told your boyfriend if it was too much that you’d go home not like you wanted too but you’d have no choice. Baby shopping with Kepa always made your heart fill so warm and made you literally so happy, he’d do anything and everything for you and his first child. Early stages of the pregnancy you both decorated they nursery in a light lavender colour with white decor, you both decided to find out the sex of the baby and when you found out it was girl you was both over the moon. The contractions started at the 87th minute, you attempted to play it cool and somehow ignore the pain but your best friend Sophia could tell different. “We need to get Kepa off, let me get help” she said to you calmly but you could tell that she was freaking out “Sophia its fine, we have 3 minutes left, we can do this, I’ll be fine. He’ll be up here soon. I can do it” you smiled through the pain trying not give yourself anymore extra worry, Sophia made sure that the area was clear for a quick escape for you to go up the hospital. “Kepa, we need to go, I’m-” before you could even finish you had another sharp pain “por qué nadie me dijo?” (Why didn’t someone tell me?) “I wanted to but y/n wanted you to finish the game” Sophia said to your boyfriend with a slight forgiving smile. “Vamos princesa, íbamos a ser una familia de tres” (lets go princess, were going to be a family of three) and with that Kepa grabbed your hand, Sophia grabbed your bags to take to kepas car.

The drive to the hospital felt like it was forever but it was only 20 minutes, “Kepa please hurry, she’s coming” “Lo estoy intentando, ya casi llegamos, carino. Te amo” (I’m trying, we’re almost there darling. I love you.) When you both got there, your sister was already there waiting to help you out of the car whilst Kepa rushed to get you a chair and to inform the reception that you are in labour. Once you got onto the bed, you had your checks done and you was ready to push. “I don’t think I can do this, it’s too much for me” “puedes hacerlo, creo en ti” (you can do it, I believe in you) and with that you gave your biggest push that you ever give and within minutes your baby girl arrived. She was beautiful, hearing your little girl cried broke Kepa more than you thought it was. “lo hiciste, lo hiciste. Ella está aquí nuestra nina” (you did it, you did it. She’s here, our little girl)

Weeks passed you was adjusting to the new mother hood lifestyle and Kepa was already a fantastic father, you had lunch arranged with Sophia and your sister this afternoon and Kepa was desperate to take y/d/n out shopping to get her some new clothes, not like she needed anymore but you would never say no to him when he wanted to buy baby clothes. He sent you pictures after pictures whilst you was both out, it made your heart melt on how you’ve both made such a perfect little girl. When you arrived home you could smell dinner cooking and your favourite candle burning “I’m home darling” “hola mi amor, tengo la cena cocinado, el pequeno está dormido. La noche es nuestra” (hello my love, I’ve got dinner cooking, the little one is asleep. The night is ours) “I’m going to shower quickly my heels are killing me babe” “está bien, la cena estará lista en 20 minutos, carino” (that’s fine, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes darling). You went to your bedroom first to have a look at your daughter sleeping in her Chelsea baby grow which you couldn’t help but melt at, she was so tiny, the baby grow was slightly big for her but it made her look even more cutier than she already looked. After your shower you quickly did your skin care and went back downstairs to your boyfriend, having dinner all plated up in the dining room, candles lit and your favourite glass of wine waiting. “What’s all this for?” “nada, solo lo major para mi nina” (nothing, only the best for my girl) “I love you Kepa” “te amo mucho” (I love you so much). Once you both finished dinner, you were both equally tired and both fighter off the sleep so you called it a night since you had both families coming over in the following day.

Your alarm didn’t go off like it normally would, instead you woke up naturally. You gently went into you daughters room to see Kepa sitting in the corner holding your daughter in his hands talking about how you first met, you didn’t want to ruin the moment but you wanted to join them badly. “Good morning darling” “beunos días, le estaba contando a neustra hija cómo conoci a mi princesa” (good morning, I was just telling our daughter how I met my princess) he gently handed her over to you for feeding time and so he can get ready for the day. Still to this day you couldn’t imagine your life without both Kepa and your little girl.

#Kepa Arrizabalaga #kepa arrizabalaga x reader #kepa arrizabalaga smut #kepa arrizabalaga one shot #kepa arrizabalaga imagine #kepa arrizabalaga x y/n #Mxsonxmountx #kepa arrizabalaga x you #kepa insta au #kepa imagine #kepa arrizabalaga au #kepa fanfic

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alena-reblobs · 9 months

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Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol13 Part3

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Aaand the final chapters for this volume. Boy I'm gonna be so sad when the last volume will be finished after next week.

Chapters 7-9 review under the cut.

Chapter 7:

Personal trainer Razlo!!

These pages of Razlo lifting Livio up mean so much to me...

Saving this one for a drawing reference!

I like this quiet panel of Elendira in front of the bomb...I want to know what is your backstory? What has driven you to be such a devoted servant of Knives and wish for the end of humanity so much?

This whole fight is soo cool! Wonder if that's Razlo speaking or Livio, cuase it sounds more like Razlo, and I think they are kinda switching back and forth the whole time.

TO HIMMM AAAAAAAH BUHUHUHUUU (nothing more coherent to add to that)

Chapter 8:

And that's it! The end of this incredibly cool fight, Elendira deafeated by her own nail!

You didn't let him down!! :'((( He'd be so proud!

I love love these panels, with the light coming from below here.

Also, Guernica like the spanish town and the drawing by Picasso? Wonder if there's any reason to that or if it just sounded cool for Nightow.

Oh, right. I kinda forgot another good reason why Legato hates Vash, which is Vash nearly killed Knives? :D Yeah that might get him a bit worked up.

I'm feeling a bit sorry for Legato here, because wow Knives, that was uncalled for? He's just worried for you, no need to be mean.

Phew, badass. Not gonna lie, doing these recaps and reading more has made me interested to dig into some Knives/Legato fanfics. There's a lot of potential for so many interesting ways to go about their relationship! Maybe when I want to get a change to reading my vashwood...

I thought at first he had been unconscious and his defense mechanism was a reaction of him passing out (you know, like Tessaiga and Inu Yasha in vol...uh 13 I think? Probably made me subconsciously think of that) so it's interesting to see he's still very much conscious, but at this point, no more able to controll his body and all of his plant mechanisms. The way Vash clings to his right arm is maybe him trying to keep his arm from transforming into angel arm?

Little Vash collection of this spread. I need to safe more Vash faces, been neglecting that too much!

Uuuh another really awesome spread.

Chapter 9:

Oof Legato got angeled.

On my refound mision to save more Vash faces!

Man I really like Legato as a villain! I mean sure, there are more nuanced villains out there, but in his unhingedness, his very clear motive, his adoration to Knives, and his absolute determination to make life a living hell for Vash, he's so fun to observe! Also curse you for hurting our son and so on.

And, good that he's happy...I guess?

Don't look so beautiful when you're crammed in between these Wolfwood panels, Vash, this'll kill me... (I am kinda wondering if it's really him thinking of that time or if it's just plot device for the scene? That would be confusing though, so I guess it's really that Vash is thinking about this now)

That response by Legato, I really enjoy that story-wise.

The way he's able to hold his ground against Vash's power is pretty badass! Most of the time he was stuck in some big man-holster so it wouldn't be obvious, but he's actually an impressive fighter!

But you're still shooting at my baby so I'm not admitting that out loud.

Kinda reminds you of that scene in the town where Vash and Wolfwood had been driven out, right?

Turning that around so that Vash's expression is better to see: look how terrified he is that his body's response will kill Legato here!

Aah and this answers my question in my last post, about how they knew about Vash. Isn't that kinda beautiful how every plant on this planet holds on image of Vash in their mind?

Uuuh Chronica is out there for revenge for Domina.

Those two! It's so wonderful seeing them helping out time and time again and just doing their best! Also that panel where they talk about Vash, so cute to see the different impressions he's made on them both! Different things have stuck out for them, which tells a lot about their own characters and their relationship with Vash. The last panel of Meryl thinking of Vash is also very cute! I personally like to think of her feelings towards him as platonic, but in that way, definitely a very strong love and trust for Vash...either way it's beautiful to witness!

Oh my god, they all believe in him so much...first Wolfwood, then Livio, and Meryl and Milly, too...

Turned this page around because I had to get a better look....you made him cry!! You made my boy cry!

And, I can post no more pictures but you know Vash just shot down the device.....Sir, not to question your way of fighting, but why would you want to give Legato a last chance to defy you with his full powers? I don't think this is such an excellent idea?

Well, that's vol13 for you. Again, more emotions were gained in this read through, emotions for black-coat Vash and Legato as well!

#trigun #trigunbookclub

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thestoryden · 2 years

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hello love,

i would like to Request where the reader is a quiet nerd, who secret is into dnd, one day Eddie Finds out when they are sketching out the Dnd oc of said person and gets them to jokn hell fire.

Unnoticed

Eddie Munson x Nerd!Reader Warnings: Embarrassment Word Count: 781

Most places you flew under the radar completely unnoticed. You only hit an even five foot once you got into high school and never really got that passed. You blended in, not too short and not too tall. You had not realized how bad it was till the day you ran into him. You were hurrying to get to Spanish class when BAM! you face plant directly into Eddie’s chest. Your face burns bright red. He puts a hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you off him.

“Whoa their freshman,” He says, “gotta watch where you're going.”

You can not take it anymore; you feel like you are going to melt out of embarrassment. You shove him hard and go into the classroom. He of course follows in after as you two have shared this class the whole entire semester. Miss O’Donnell begins handing back tests.

She smiles when she gets to you,“Perfect score as always. Maybe some of the other students could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Thank you,” you respond quietly.

The class drones on and the thought of what happened starts to eat away at you. You replay his voice over and over again in your head. You had gone unnoticed but this time it was for four years. He genuinely thought that you were a freshman. You had been in multiple classes with him and yet he couldn’t remember your face. The bell suddenly rang bringing you out of your stupor.

“Wait, I need you two stay after.” Miss O’Donnell calls out.

She points at Eddie and you.You try to hide your disgust, because you know exactly what is going to happen.

Miss O’Donnell looks up from her desk, “Here is the deal. I don't want to see Mr.Munson’s face again in the school next year, and you are going to make that happen. I just need you to tutor-”

“Not happening.” Eddie and you say in unison.

You both look at each other and then back at Miss O’Donnell.

“He can’t afford my rate Miss O’Donnell and I doubt he’d listen.” you retort.

“I’ll make sure you get to take the Spanish two credit exam.” She says.

You give Eddie a once over and think about what happened earlier.

“Universities won’t blink an eye at that. Let me take the Spanish two and three credit exams, and we will have a deal.” you say.

She relents and gives a hopeless, “Yes.”

“Wait don’t I get a say in this?” Eddie says

“No, you either take lessons and get your less than deserving D, or you fail and repeat senior year again.” Miss O’Donnell says.

He sticks his hand out, “Happy to do business with you Freshman.”

You slap his hand away, “We meet in the Library after school.”

Later during your free period you were pouring over your copy over The Master Rules developing your character further, when you decided to draw it. You started out with a basic body type and started adding details from one of your earlier sketches.

Eddie plants his hand down firmly on the table, “What are you doing young adventurer!”

You look up at him and flush a deep red and quickly stuff your pages into your book, putting it into your backpack.

“Oh come on, I already saw it. I know you play Dungeons and Dragons.” he made a small flourish with his hands.

You breathed out a steady stream of air and pulled out your Spanish textbook.

“You are early.” you reply curtly.

He snorted, “Yeah, I have Hellfire club tonight, I can't miss it and neither can you”

You begin flipping through the textbook and pull out a set of flashcards.

“Come on, we need a sub for tonight's game. My little Freshman minions couldn’t find a replacement for their friend, and you’ll do perfect.” he implores.

Someone is finally noticing you and all you want to do is run and hide. Tuck yourself back into the corner of the library and fit yourself right between the pages of The Hobbit.

“Fine, I will join for this session.” you say pointedly, “The only way I’ll come back is if the game is actually good. And you come to tutoring and actually make progress.”

He sticks his hand out, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You take his hand and shake it this time. It feels kinda liberating to be noticed .

-EXTRA-

You trail behind him on the way to Hellfire Club.

“About that Freshman thing.” you mumble.

“Oh that,” He says, “yeah I know your senior. I was just messing with you.”

Your jaw drops open. He smiles at you.

How long had he noticed you?

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x nerd!reader #eddie munson one shot #nongendered reader

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dailybbq · 10 months

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HI WOW I LOVE UR ART

if possible can u drop some of ur qtaro hc's? its rare to meet another qtaro enjoyer !! :D

THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! i'm always so happy to find others who enjoy him - it's been a little easier since 3-1 now that other people actually consider him :'P!! & yes of course! i have many, but i think (since it is a 'general' prompt), i will leave it to the basic headcanons on his backstory/character for now :]

DAY 2: WHO IS HE?!

- Ethnically Puerto-Rican & Scottish-Japanese! He's fluent in Japanese, Spanish, and English (less so, he's uncertain about some pronunciations and prefers writing it out instead of speaking it) - where he grew up has certainly affected the sort of intense emphasis/descriptive language he uses in Japanese, but Spanish has also affected the style in which he speaks :D + he also really enjoys learning about other cultures (and reconnecting with his own!) through language & conversing with the people there. It's much more interesting and personal than simply... reading research other people have gathered on them.

- Transmasc non-binary; primarily uses he/him in English, él/lo in Spanish! He also finds neopronouns fun. Though he doesn't elect to use them for himself, he doesn't mind if others do!!

- Bisexual & polyamorous also :] I have a small (often not too relevant, other than me providing further context to all of those Q-taro's had to leave behind for the Death Game) headcanon that he has a boyfriend named Yusuke (友輔) who he met in high school! Yusuke's also struggled academically, to the point that he fell a year behind Q-taro — having to make-up the credits for that extra year before he could finally graduate. Soon after, when he was able to make it through his undergraduate degree, they celebrated together... and through an drunk accident, Q-taro severely injured himself. This is the incident shown in-game, and it's what plays into his struggles of realizing how much he's seemingly 'left behind' and how stagnant his life feels while Yusuke continues school, the kids at the orphanage are growing up, the team's already figured out a strategy to make up for his absence... but, well. I digress.

- Q-taro really loves taking photos of his day-to-day. Even if he's not often the one in the pictures, he loves getting to see his friends smiling at some stupid joke he made behind the camera, or taking more subtle pictures when they're casually hanging out and laughing — not purposefully smiling for the camera or anything... it feels far more genuine.

...Hence, his 'treasure' in the prize exchange is a camera the kids got for him on his birthday one year. Photos of his life before the Death Game are still in the cartridge — even the one he took of Yusuke moments before he was hospitalized and isolated from everyone he cared for. Asunaro grants him this to serve both as a reminder of his loved ones waiting for him, and of how devastated he was when he was injured and felt as if his life was passing him by. In this 'Game', his life will be stolen — and Q-taro still has a life he wants to live... he has to live...

- In any case... I also think he has a chronic limp from (physical) bullying he endured when he was younger (he never really tried to fight back, and they went harder on him because he was dark-skinned + a large kid, they assumed he could take more of a beating). He healed up well enough, and it doesn't impair his skill on the field at all, but it is noticeable when you notice him casually walking. When Asunaro replaced his limbs upon request, they still had to implement some weakness in it such that he wouldn't question or overcompensate for the limp he's always had. (& adjacently related, but I do delve more into a pre-/no-Death Game AU reference here if you're interested!)

- Additionally, I do believe he's coded in-game to have autism — whether or not it was as intentional as Gin's pre-established symptoms, it remains true in my mind... The ways in which he connects with Gin and Kai, his literal and blunt manner of addressing things (there are many instances, but particularly the start of 2-1 where he belatedly realizes that although he'd like to applaud Sara for being strong, he needs to instead focus on the fact she's still in a vulnerable place and try to support her that way... 'cause she is still a kid, even if she's trying to act like a leader right now. It's also why his later conversation with her quickly veers into the topic of 'casual life' — by way of distraction and finding comfort for her sake, because he knows Asunaro's pushing the participants' limits intentionally), the intense 'passion' he holds for many things... you must see my vision, yes...

With that, and the context of many other participants in-game canonically having schizo-spec disorders, I also headcanon him to have schizo-affective bipolar disorder. He foremost experiences auditory hallucinations, and occasionally has to double-check with those he cares for to make sure they weren't calling him, or that they didn't say something that his brain has latched onto and repeated (which, when not idly irritating, can be upsetting phrases that he internalizes). When he's experiencing manic episodes, he often goes days unable to sleep because he feels both physically and mentally restless — he'll often struggle to manage his frustration/sensory overload in his attempts to physically wear himself out (in the hopes it gets him to finally rest) & he tends to intensely focus on various inane hobbies he'll drop soon after the episode ends. This includes (but is not limited to): testing out pottery, collecting and sorting different washi tapes, researching and testing the differences in fungi, and baking (he normally just cooks; baking isn't his thing (although he loves pastries)). Q-taro also struggles immensely with articulating himself aloud (this also ties into the autism) when it comes to more lengthy or serious discussions. While he understands what he wishes to say, he can't often figure out a good way of getting it out — hence defaulting to physical touch and affection to reassure others.

- Speaking of his favored physical touch! I think he enjoys all forms of it, but ultimately prefers:

- Hugging (people are usually shorter than him, and he likes hugging them, then picking them up in the air and spinning him... though he's also fond of casual moments where he gets to lean down over someone's shoulder while they're busy and hug them like that) - Hands on one's face (when he's comforting a kid, he often holds their face to help them feel 'steady' & to make it easier to wipe away their tears (or, lets them lean into his shoulder to hide the tears), and will gently nudge their chin up when he's trying to inspire some confidence. he likes letting his loved ones close to his face, because he considers that a really vulnerable part of someone. (also... he thinks it's cute when Yusuke pinches his cheeks when he pretends to be scolding him.)) - Hand-holding!!! (it's nice, and as i've shown above... he likes being gentle with his loved ones. but, whether it's something silly like swinging their hands around, or holding their hand in public for comfort's sake, or simply something to help them ground themselves... he just enjoys knowing they're there.)

And... I think that is all I'm going to add for now!! I hope this suffices; thank you for reading through! Maybe next time I'll delve more into my hcs of how he interacts with some of the cast (or, perhaps simply draw that out :D)

#my apologies if any of this is difficult to understand!! i'm fine with clarifying further if need be;#i just haven't had the energy to re-read what i've written out as of late before i post/send them :'D #also... wow :P i am surprised to see that i've gone a post without mentioning q-taro & gin in immense detail.#when i post abt characters. i tend to always drag in their main associates with them - but! this is mainly abt q-taro on his own standing!#||#yttd #yttd hcs #asks #requests

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invisibleraven · 10 months

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No me dejes la lengua atada

Reggie is in danger of failing Spanish, so his teacher assigns him a tutor. Unfortunately, Julie Molina hates his guts.

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For my darling @daintyduck99!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! I got this vision of Julie teaching Reggie Spanish and it would not stop pestering me until I wrote it, and I knew you would enjoy it. The enemies to lovers stuff is very short, but it was a fun little twist and a trope I've never attempted before, so I hope I did it justice! Confession: I do not speak a word of Spanish, so Google Translate was my friend here. As usual, the Spanish is in italics, but a lot of it is written in English in {{brackets like this}} and implied to be Spanish so you don't have to suffer through translating half the story.

“Mr. Peters?”

“Yes Señora?”

“My desk please.”

Reggie let his head fall and sighed to himself. Being called to the teacher’s desk was never a good thing. Even when the teacher liked him, like Señora Torres did. He received a consoling shoulder pat from a few people in the class as they filed out, but none of them would offer to stay-they weren’t close like that. Curses his true friends being in other classes right now when he needs their support. He stood slowly, almost dragging himself to the front of the class, hearing the funeral dirge in his mind.

“I’ll be frank Mr. Peters,” she says in that no nonsense voice of hers, “You are in grave danger of failing my class.”

Reggie hangs his head in shame once more, but it’s not like this is news to him. Languages had never come easy to him, and unfortunately they were also a required class which meant his grade point average took a dive. He was supposed to have taken French this semester, which would have been fine with Luke to help him since the guy was a step away from fluency. But the only French class was in the same slot as his advanced Math and well Regie wasn’t giving up a class he was actually good at to plod through a language he could stumble his way through. So remedial Spanish it was.

“I know,” he replied, sure his voice sounded just a touch sullen.

“You are also aware that you need the language credit to graduate correct?”

Reggie nodded mutely, he was well aware of the fact, yes. It hung over him daily that he might be held back because of fucking Spanish. He knew he’d catch hell from his dad if he didn’t graduate, a GED wasn’t good enough, and no Peters had ever been held back or had to do summer school, so Reggie had better not be the first. “What can I do?”

Señora hummed, tapping her lips with her pen-the dreaded red one that haunted Reggie’s nightmares. Look, he was actually a pretty decent student otherwise, and the school had been really good about making accommodations for his ADHD, but there was little they could do when it came to languages. So that red pen that made his Spanish work look like the victim of a bloody conflict was no friend.

“I can assign you a tutor,” she finally said. “Give you a few extra credit quizzes, and if I see a marked improvement by near the end of the term, you can probably pull out of this course with a passing grade.”

Reggie felt relief at that, a chance was better than nothing. Sure it would be nigh impossible to fit tutoring into his already busy schedule, but if it meant giving up one D&D session per week to graduate, he’d do it. “That sounds great, do you have someone in mind?”

The teacher smiled. “I have a student who helps out a few days a week. She's a native Spanish speaker, so she’s probably the best option. I’ll have her touch base with you.”

“Thank you! Um I mean… gracias!” Reggie exclaimed, receiving a kind smile from her as he gathered his stuff, and went to the door, graciously accepting the hall pass she gave him, though he was only missing study hall. “Who is the student by the way?”

“Julie Molina.”

Fuck.

Reggie gave the teacher a weak smile and rushed off, and eventually found himself slumped over a study caddy groaning quietly. Why of every student at Los Feliz did he have to be paired with Julie Molina of all people?

Julie who was beauty personified, with the sweetest personality to match and a voice like an angel. Julie Molina who Reggie had been crushing on since seeing her perform in front of the whole school at the pep rally last year.

Julie Molina who utterly hated his guts.

To this day, he had no idea what he had done to earn her ire. Reggie could count one one hand the number of times he had spoken to Julie, and they were always small greetings or simple questions. Yet every time she glared at him with eyes so frigid it gave him chills, and her answers were always clipped and frosty. He really didn’t get it, or why her seeming hatred of him didn’t kill his burgeoning affection at any point.

He’s sure if he ever talked about it with the guidance counselor Dr. Butler, she would have a field day, but he’s been kind of therapy phobic since the last time his folks saw a marriage counselor and it only made things worse.

But he knew without a doubt that the second Julie heard it was him she was supposed to tutor she would downright refuse and he could kiss a passing mark-and his chance to graduate-goodbye.

Only the next day when Señora called him to her desk, she told him Julie would be waiting for him after school in the library.

“D-did you tell her it was me that she was going to tutor?” he stuttered.

“No,” the teacher said, narrowing her eyes. “Should I have? Because if you plan on being cruel to Julie, I can just as easily get her to rescind her help.”

“No! Nothing like that!” Reggie protested. “It’s just she’s never been exactly civil to me.”

“I find that very hard to believe Mr. Peters, but I assure you that Julie will be professional or you can come to me and I’ll find you another tutor. Just… give her a chance,” Señora said. “She’s had a hard year.”

Reggie knew that, everyone knew that. Knew about Julie’s mom and how it made her stop singing. How she lost her spot in the music program as a result. And gained it back with that pep rally performance, and now was the program's star.

She would be the one to make it, the one to be selling out stadiums and have a mansion filled with platinum records before their ten year reunion. Everyone knew that too.

Reggie nodded and shuffled off to his desk next class, dreading the end of the day, and hoping Señora Torres was right and Julie wouldn’t storm off after finding out it was him she was stuck tutoring.

Three thirty came before he knew it though, like the afternoon had flown by, and Reggie wasn’t sure he absorbed a single iota of data from his afternoon classes. He trudged to the library, and sucked in a breath as he entered, blowing it out-or feeling like it was knocked from him as he spotted Julie. She was seated by the window, sunlight streaming in and making her glow golden. She had her glasses slipping down her nose as she read a book, a tiny private smile on her lips.

And Reggie’s traitorous heart leapt in his chest.

He gripped the strap of his book bag tighter and approached the table. “H-hey Julie.”

She looked up and her whole face hardened. “Oh it’s you.”

“Thank you for tutoring me,” he said, taking the seat across from her.

“I haven’t decided if I am or not yet,” she said coolly. “Señora failed to tell me who I was supposed to be helping, and I never would have agreed to it if I had known.”

Reggie bristled at that. So much for being professional. “Look, I don’t know why you hate me, but you can either get over it or I can ask Señora for a different tutor. But you get to tell her why you refuse to help me.”

“You know,” Julie seethed.

“I really don’t,” Reggie replied. “I’ve barely said two words to you and I’m a pretty nice guy, ask anyone.”

“So it wasn’t you that defaced the Queer Alliance bake sale flyers? Or stole the sheet music I had out for my final performance last year and left some dumb country song in its place?”

That had Reggie’s hackles up. “First of all, if the Queer Alliance meetings didn’t interfere with band practice I would be at every one, because I’m bi, so no I didn’t destroy the flyers. Heck I even made brownies for the bake sale, so I have no idea where you got such an idea.”

Julie deflated at that. “But Jenna said…”

Reggie snorted. “Jenna Collins? Yeah we broke up not long before because of aforementioned being bi. I wouldn’t be surprised if she defaced them herself and blamed me.”

Julie’s ears turned a crimson hue, and her face took on an ashamed countenance. “I’m sorry. It’s just I worked hard on those, and when Jenna said you destroyed them…”

“You saw red,” Reggie finished for her.

“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. Then looked up at him again, everything about her unsure. “But what about my song?”

Reggie extracted his binder and pulled out a small pile of sheet music. “This one?”

Julie gathered the music to her, almost in a hug. “Why did you take it?”

“I didn’t, Luke did,” Reggie said with a sigh. “Luke, you know Luke Patterson? Us and our two buddies are in a band together-Sunset Curve, tell your friends!”

“I’ve heard of you, you’re pretty good,” Julie admitted begrudgingly, still clutching the music to her like a lifeline.

“Anyways, I’ve been trying to convince Luke to broaden our style a little. Or at least give one of my country songs a try. Instead he took off with it, and hid it. He’s an assshole like that. But also you know, my best friend, so when he saw how upset it made me, he went to get it back. Seems he grabbed your song by mistake and left mine in its place.” He gestured to the papers in her grip. “That’s really beautiful by the way, shame we never got to hear it. But there was no name so I kept hold of it in case I ever figured it out.”

“I didn’t keep your country song,” Julie admitted apologetically.

Reggie shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve written tons more since then and Luke even agreed to let us try one at our next gig if we up the tempo a bit.”

Julie slumped her head. “God I’ve been so awful to you and for no reason. You must hate me.”

Reggie chuckled. “Nah, I never got it, but it never tainted my opinion of you.” He prayed that Julie never find out he felt the exact opposite of hatred towards her. He could deal with the misunderstanding and hope she would at least be a bit nicer now. “So… Spanish?”

{{How much Spanish do you understand?}} Julie asked with a smirk.

“Ummm… I only understood the word Español there. So maybe start from scratch,” Reggie suggested sheepishly.

{{Good thing you’re cute, because we’ve got our work cut out for us,}} Julie sighed.

Reggie stalled, because when he was trying to learn Spanish on his own, one of the few words he tried to learn were the compliments. And he knew lindo meant cute. D-did Julie actually just call him cute? He was sure his cheeks were aflame, so he kept his head down and eye trained on the flashcards Julie passed over. It was probably meant in a teasing, friendly way, not a flirty one. But it still made his heart zing, just a little.

They struggled through the next half hour, Reggie was sure Julie winced at his every mispronunciation and failure to roll his R’s correctly. But he soldiered on, getting through the basics and completing a worksheet Julie made up, passing it by the skin of his teeth. But he still passed, and Julie gave him a high five for that measly accomplishment.

Plus she did her corrections in purple glitter pen, which Reggie kind of loved. “Review that before we meet up again next week, and we’ll go over the next lesson then.”

“Rightio, thanks again Julie,” he said. He turned to go, but at the door he turned back, and went to her side. “I-I meant what I said about your song. I hope I get to hear you sing it one day.”

“Thanks Reggie,” she said. “But it’s not really my song. It’s… one I wrote with my mom. It’s like keeping a piece of her with me, even if she’s gone.”

“Then I’m doubly sorry Luke took it,” he said.

“I have it back now, so maybe someday… I’ll let you hear me sing it,” Julie said with a blush, and Reggie grinned before rushing off, sending her one last grin before disappearing.

Julie looked at the song once more, and cursed the way her pulse picked up when thinking of the boy who returned it to her.

The next time they met, they went over the worksheet again and Julie coached Reggie on the basics, urging him to try the sheet once more.

This time when she returned it, there was far less purple glitter pen, and a little smiley face sketched into the corner.

{{I knew you could do it Reggie, very good.}} Julie said.

“See bien I get, it’s the same in French right?” Reggie asked and Julie nodded. “What does mooy mean?”

“Muy means very,” Julie replied with a giggle.

“Oh, so I did very good?”

“Compared to last time, yes,” Julie replied, which was faint praise but Reggie would take it.

“So what do we go over next time? Another worksheet?”

“You’re going to tell me about Reggie Peters, what you like, and so on. You might want to look up some music terms,” Julie advised. “¿La semana que viene a la misma hora?”

Reggie cocked his head to the side and Julie muffled a laugh into her palm. “I’ll see you next week Reggie.”

He waved as she went off, and Reggie knew then and there he needed to learn Spanish if only to one day tell Julie how he felt. Now that he might have a chance of her at least letting him down nicely.

After he passed that is.

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{{Tell me about your band,}} Julie said during their next tutoring session. When Reggie looked confused she gave him a good natured eye roll. “Sunset Curve.”

“Oh, yeah! We’ve been playing together since elementary school!” Reggie enthused.

“Umm taco… No, that's not right. Toco el bajo?” Then he mused, “Weird that the word for bass in Spanish is so close to banjo, which I also shred on.”

“Banjo is the same in Spanish ironically,” Julie quipped.

“Sweet!”

{{What other instruments do you play?}} Julie mimed a few instruments at his once again befuddled look.

“Piano y guitar?”

“Guitarra,” Julie corrected, and giggled when Reggie fumbled over the word until he could say it passibly. “Now you ask me.”

“¿Qué instrumentos tocas?” Reggie said, sounding unsure.

“¡Muy bien!” Julie said, offering him a high five. “Toco el piano y el violín.”

“The violin? Very cool.”

“So in Spanish the word violín can mean violin and fiddle,” Julie explained. “I’m learning the fiddle.”

“Well when you’ve got it down pat, let me know,” Reggie replied. “I’ll break out my banjo and we can duet on some sweet country tunes.”

Reggie was still struggling to understand what Julie said a lot of the time, but given her soft smile and the tinge of pink on the apples of her cheeks, he supposed it was good.

“Star Wars,” Reggie replied confidently. “I learned the word for movie at least. What’s yours?”

“Oh right,” Reggie chuckled. “¿Cuál es tu película favorita?”

“Oh nice job feminizing favourite,” Julie said. “And I love The Princess Bride.”

{{In Spanish Julie,}} Reggie chided playfully.

Julie gawked at him and gave an over exaggerated gasp. “Oh you did not!”

“I so did!” Reggie replied gleefully, then ducked the wadded up ball of paper that she had chucked at him. “Abuse! I’ll tell Señora on you!”

“Please, she loves me,” Julie replied. {{Now tell me about your favourite food.}}

{{Your Spanish has gotten much better}} Julie told him a few weeks later.

“Gracias!” Reggie exclaimed automatically. He would never be fluent in Spanish, but he felt more confident and comfortable with it now. And the last worksheet Julie gave him had almost no purple on it! Though a part of him kind of missed her silly little doodles that she made as she corrected his work.

“Coma siempre seré,” Reggie replied with a shrug.

“Como,” Julie corrected. “Now, let’s work on the oral portion.”

Reggie had to bite back a snigger at that, but failed, chastened by Julie’s eye roll, so he sat up straighter. “Hit me.”

“Sunset.”

“Puesta de sol.”

“Curve.”

“Curva, come on Jules, give me a harder one.”

{{You think I’m pretty?}} Reggie asked with an eyebrow waggle.

Julie snorted, and rolled her eyes. “You know you are cariño. But now I think I taught you too well so I can’t tease or insult you without you understanding.”

To be fair, he still didn’t understand every word she used-that cariño one she’d used a few times now, and he was never brave enough to ask or look it up, just in case it meant something mean or teasing. “Did you really used to do that?” he asked.

Julie shrugged. “A little. It’s fun when the student is first starting out. Nothing mean, just a test to see how much of the language they grasp.”

Reggie kind of deflated at that. He had hoped he was special, that Julie had only teased him like that. Maybe if he got through this course he could follow up her teasing by asking her out. He felt surer and surer each day that she might just say yes, given the blushing and smiling she did at him. Just maybe…

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by doing it now if there was nothing behind her innocent teasing though. Especially not with the test coming up and needing her help. “Let’s get this practice practice test out of the way, see how far I’ve come huh?”

“Okay, so how would you ask someone to go see your band?”

“¿Quieres venir a ver a mi banda tocar este sábado?”

“You know we don’t have a gig this Saturday right?” Reggie then shook his head. “Not important. Umm Estamos jugando en The Orpheum.”

“Pretty big time for you guys,” Julie said with a fake whistle.

{{We do actually have a showcase there in July,}} Reggie admitted. {{You should come.}}

“Tal vez lo haré cariño,” she replied with a smirk. “You think Luke will let you do a country song then?”

“At the Orpheum? Yeah right. He’s not going to take chances when we might get signed,” Reggie scoffed. “Besides, my songs aren’t that great.”

{{I wish you could see how great you are and own it.}} Julie said. {{See yourself how I see you.}}

Reggie didn’t catch it though, looking at her with that same confused expression he gave her at the beginning. So Julie just shook her head and took out a new worksheet for him. “Okay, this is what should be covered on the test, so let’s go over it and see how you do.”

The day of the test, Reggie was nervous. He had been studying for ages, and Julie had even given him extra tutoring over the past week. If he did well on this test, he should be able to pass the course, combined with all the extra credit work Señora Torres had thrown his way. But he still doubted his abilities, and right now every language, even English was a jumble in his head.

He read through the test first, just like he had been taught to when he first got his ADHD diagnosis, answering the stuff he knew first. The simple matching and feminizing certain words. That he knew back and forth.

When he got a harder question, he paused. Summoned the image of Julie in his mind, the way she’d scrunch her nose at him when he got a word just a little bit wrong, the way her voice would go soft when she corrected him. The twinkle in her eyes when he got it right the second time. Her tutelage, her belief in him is what kept him going. He knew this stuff, and he couldn’t let Julie down. But more than that, he couldn’t let himself down.

He handed the test in with a few minutes to spare and sucked in a breath when Señora Torres pulled out her dreaded red pen. He ducked his head, not able to bear watching her douse his paper in red. He just prayed she would be swift in failing him so he could crawl back to Julie in shame.

“All done Mister Peters,” she said.

The walk to her desk felt like a million miles, dread pooling in his stomach. He was trembling, fingers wearing away at the fabric of the flannel tied around his waist just to keep from clutching himself or ripping the paper from her hands. Yet she was smiling and when he finally looked at the grade, he couldn’t help but do the same.

“73? Really?” he asked.

“Well done Mister Peters. Seems like all that tutoring paid off,” Señora Torres said. “Now you just have to make it until the final in a few weeks and you’ll have that language credit.”

“Thank you! I mean gracias!”

“Don’t thank me,” she said. “This is all you and Julie. Thank her.”

“I will!” he replied, running out of the room. He knew Julie had Biology next period so he rushed to the science wing, frantic eyes searching for a head of curly hair and a gap toothed smile. Then he saw her-talking to Nick Danforth Evans, and his heart sank.

Nick was the school’s golden boy. Good family, good grades. Head of the lacrosse and track teams, a great guitarist, and a really nice guy. Of course Julie would be into him. Who wouldn’t be? And Julie? Well she was everyone’s dream girl, so how could Nick not like her back? And when he pulled her into a warm hug, well that was all the confirmation that Reggie needed.

He shoved his test into his bag and headed in the opposite direction. He was going to be late for Woodshop anyways.

He just tried to ignore the sound of his heart shattering into a thousand tiny pieces as he went.

Reggie wasn’t sure if should turn up to tutoring that Thursday or not. Julie had initially only agreed to help him until he got this last test out of the way, as during finals time she would be busy revising for her own exams, but would happily let him have her flashcards and worksheets to help him study.

So chances are, if she showed up today, it would only be to hand him over those materials and wish him luck. He at least did owe her a thank you right?Even so, he took his time walking to the library that day, not wanting to face the reality that this would be the last time he and Julie hung out. Sure, she had said she’d think about coming to Sunset Curve’s Orpheum gig, but that was a weak promise, and half way through the summer.

He doubted Julie would deign to seek him out socially after this. Sure they were no longer enemies, and she was nice enough to him if they passed each other in the halls, but they weren’t friends or anything. Reggie would end up in her memory as just some guy she helped pass Spanish senior year, and she would always remain the unattainable dream.

Only when Reggie got to the library, Julie wasn’t there. He glanced at his watch, he wasn’t that late, only a minute or two, and Julie knew he wasn’t exactly the punctual type. Meaning she didn’t show. “So… that’s it then,” he said to himself.

Walking away from the library almost felt as hard as walking to it, the weight of rejection sitting heavy on his shoulders. Reggie wondered if he was too late to join the D&D club for their usual mini campaign, or maybe he could hit the guys up for some band stuff. Anything to keep his mind off of Julie.

“Reggie!”

He turned, and there she was, out of breath, but still radiant as she ran to him, pausing to still her racing lungs. “Sorry I’m late, Señora called me over after class to congratulate me on a job well done. You did well on your test then?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, handing it to her.

“Wow! That’s so good Reggie! You must be proud of yourself!” Julie exclaimed, and handed him back the test.

“Feels alright,” he shrugged. “As long as I do alright on the final I’ll pass and get to walk the stage at grad. So thanks for helping me.”

“Are you alright?” Julie asked. “I figured you’d be more enthused.”

“Oh yeah, no sorry. Long day, kinda beat. Guess tutoring is canceled,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“Well I don’t think you need me any more,” Julie laughed. “But I have all the flashcards and everything here.” She handed him the packet, and he took it with a nod, slipping it into his bookbag. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Julie felt deflated walking away from Reggie. The past few months she had felt like they had built a real rapport between them. A genuine closeness that she hoped Reggie would act on now that she wasn’t helping him with class. Sure, she could make the first move, but she had hoped well… she wasn’t sure that all her wishes for Reggie to like her back were ever coming true.

{{You’re wrong you know,}} he muttered from down the hall, and she turned, seeing him look at her with big sad eyes. {{I always need you.}}

{{What do you need me for Reggie?}} she shot back.

“Nothing. No...I know you have Nick,” he deflected. “I saw you guys together the other day.”

“Nick?” Julie asked, confused. “Nick is dating Carrie. He has been since like the seventh grade and wanted to get her a nice anniversary present. She and I are pretty close, so he asked my opinion. That’s all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Julie rolled her eyes. Boys, seriously. “And even if Nick was single, he wouldn’t be my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type?” Reggie said, a tiny sparkle appearing in his eyes as he stepped closer.

“Well, he’s about 5 '8, dark hair, green eyes. Likes country, and math. Terrible at Spanish-or well, he used to be. Still not great at picking up the hints when I flirt with him in it though,” Julie replied, stepping up to him and toying with the pendant hanging around his neck, then looking up at him. “So, are you ever going to ask me out or what?”

He beamed at that. “Julie Molina, will you please go out with me on a date?”

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she smirked.

He laughed at that. “¿Saldrás a una cita conmigo?”

“Si,” Julie replied before pressing up on her toes and capturing his mouth in a kiss. Reggie tugged her into his arms to deepen it, holding her tight as he took in the sweetness of her, the way her kiss made sparks shoot up his spine.

“Wow,” Julie whispered as they pulled apart, her voice a tad husky. “If that’s how you kiss before the date I can’t wait to see what you pull out for after.”

“So where do you wanna go on our date?” Reggie asked, looping their arms together and escorting her from the school.

“Oh I know this cute little tapas place, really make you work on your Spanish there,” Julie suggested.

Reggie groaned playfully and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Fine, but afterwards I’m making you sit through at least one Star Wars movie. In English.”

“Fair trade,” Julie replied.

“But we can totally turn the Spanish subtitles on, if you want,” Reggie offered.

“Perfect.”

It was at graduation a few weeks later that Reggie finally got to walk the stage, waving wildly to his friends as he accepted his diploma, grinning ear to ear. It had been close for a moment there, but he’d made it.

“Feel good cariño?” Julie asked as she hugged him. God he loved it when she called him that-especially now that he knew what it meant.

“The best, no small thanks to you,” he replied, kissing the tip of her nose sweetly.

“De nada.”

“Break it up you two, we have a set to refine!” Luke shouted at them from across the quad. Since they started dating Julie had come to all the Sunset Curve practices, helping them work on a few songs, and even agreeing to sing with them-provided Luke let Reggie have his country song at the Orpheum. Luke had groaned, but agreed, and now Julie was all but part of the band.

Sure if they didn’t get signed, she had plans to do her own thing in the fall, but for now, she was having fun adding to Sunset Curve’s sound. Plus it meant she got to spend that much more time with Reggie, which no one was complaining about, even with Luke’s gripes that his aromantic self didn’t get it, but he was totally happy for them.

“Ready to go?” Julie asked Reggie.

“Just one thing…I need to tell you something. Something good!” Reggie said.

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she said, eyes shining up at him. Because she knew what he was going to say, and she had been aching to say it back since after their second date. Maybe even before then, way back when he handed her the song. Or maybe when his eyes shone when she sang it for him-in Spanish and English during one of their tutoring sessions. Either ebay, she was more than ready to hear the words ready to burst from her heart on his lips.

“Te amo Julie.”

“Yo también te amo Reggie. Yo también te amo.”

Reggie grinned. “Muy bien.”

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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day 2874838 without checking lqfiles page… im losing the will to live…

jokes aside, its kind of sad that i cant send as many messages as i want to :( i’ll try to be more of a consistent anon but school here in Chile is ass, i have a seminar (i think thats how u say it in english) about circular economy and the impact of humans on natural resources and allat + chemistry test + english presentation + spanish essay + biology test this week. now im not even joking when i aay that sometimes i could js sitting in class and suddenly start thinking like hmmm i wonder if lqfiles is still on that break you spoke about, it sounds weird but trust me it isnt my intention 😪

now are u still on that break? i really hope u are and in case u aren’t, u must be doing a great job so far. sending prayers and love, hoping that safety surrounds you and danger refrains from making its way towards you and your loved ones ! <3

i know its disappointing… but i’ve only been able to read two chapters of pay the price 😞😞 IM REALLY SORRY but i still liked those two! sometimes i will read someone texting “istg” and instantly think of score that goal and it immediately makes me open your page and boom you’ve published six more chapters 🤣🤣🙏🏻 not funny, did not laugh, i’m aching to read them but if i open tumblr i will NOT close it and i can’t risk my grades since i really need the NEM rn (notas enseñanza media = high school grades i think) which basically determines whether i will get to the university i want or not based off the grades i’m currently getting 😟

HOWEVER i already had the two weeks filled w exams that i needed for this trimester so i can finally take a break !! i’ll make sure to read ptp and send as many messages as i can ! :D

p.d: whenever i get notis from your page i still get as happy as the first time i got them 🫶🏻🫶🏻 sending lots of love your way

- 🐣 anon, i almost forgot to put it lolz

IM TEARING UP OMG I MISSED SEEING YOU IB MY INBOX 😭😭😭😭 you’re still as cute as ever omg..

please don’t feel bad for not being active !!! i always encourage all of you to put your own personal life and everything else before my blog because i don’t want me or my work to be the thing holding you back from your full focus 😣 it seems like you’re in a stressful position tho :(( please take care and take enough breaks !!!! that sounds like a boring topic tbh lmao but i’m sure you’ll do well in all of those, i’ll be personally cheering you on i swear!! YOU’LL ACE THIS WEEKS TESTS AND THE UPCOMING ONES TOO‼️🔥

i truly don’t find it weird i find it sooo cute honestly like i never imagined ppl would think about me and my blog throughout their day other than when i post but to answer your question, i’m not </3 i did have the day off on monday tho so that was nice because that meant i had 4 days off in total (the weekend + monday and tuesday) so that made me happy :D you’re always so sweet i genuinely hope nothing but good fortune for you too i will personally pray for it :( <3

AGAIN, DONT FEEL BAD LMAOO put your own personal life first because that’s something i would do too, i’m currently not writing much either lol all these are chaps i managed to make in like a few days and had on my drafts lolll. DONT EGEN THINK OF PUTTING THIS FIRST WHEN THESE GRADES MATTER SO MUCH PLS.. i’d feel so guilty if you didn’t pass

THE IMPACT stg had, the way i always think of stg too whenever i type istg 😭😭😭😭 i’m happy you liked the two chaps tho and i hope that you’ll like the rest too when you have time :) i’m serious when i tell you i was literally thinking about you today or yesterday like i was thinking about your previous messages and was like “i hope they’re doing well..” i’m glad to see you again and and to know you still have my notifs on :) take care my love again i hope you sleep peacefully and i hope you eat well and gozar of good health!!!

#asks.#from 🐣 anon #YOURE THE CUTEST….. seriously

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kageyuji · 1 year

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omg sorry!! i totally forgot to respond (to a lot of ppl actually😭) prom was fun! i wore a long sage dress this year,, and heels ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ my feet hurt smm but i danced a lot

also, no after party unfortunately, i stayed until prom was over and then went home and fell asleep after taking my makeup off. def a good last prom tho :D even though it was kinda hot

—hacker

no it’s ok !! i’ve been kinda stressed im just now getting around to answering i’m sorry bby :(( but that sounds pretty!! i really wanted to wear a sage dress for winter formal this year cause it’s my bf’s favorite color but the one i found and liked was already being worn by a girl going there 💀 i ended up wearing black tho n i liked it. i’m glad u had fun !!

and yeah i didn’t go to the after party either. i thought about it but i ended up getting home at like 12 as well and i Passed Tf Out™

i will be so happy when school is over.. idk what the hell my english teacher is on but i have to memorize 45 lines of macbeth as well as who said what lines, then a shakespearean sonnet. the macbeth stuff is due in a week and the sonnet in two weeks rip🚶and after we memorized 18 lines of untranslated anglo-saxon poetry.

i did p good in my college classes tho!! i ended up making a 96 and 95 on my final and term paper in history respectively, and a 99.5 on spanish final so i ended both classes with 91s. idk why my spanish teacher had to take .5 points off but i’m not gonna complain lmao

#lore.txt #msg: hacker

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scrunkl3bunk1e · 1 year

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Desc: oh god here we goez. my 12-year old ass with my blorbo. man i’m gonna be a donk to deal with.

Insp: crossoversaga <3 ur reader/docf fic is quite fancy!! muy bien :) (im sorry i dont speak a lot of spanish :’D)

Here I go.

(this is in my pov if I had a diary bahah. it gets switched so dw! anything in purple is diary stuff bahah)

And so hey!! On vacation in supposedly what’s called the Chipper Grove, it feels familiar. Meh, but big sis is up at her college for now, so yeah! Just me and my parents, along with a long road trip. Man this is gonna be a while.

As I got my stuff out of our truck and into the cabin we got, I felt peace for once. “Maddy?” Mom called me. “Yeah?” “Me and Dad are going out for a bit, okay? We’ll be back!” Mom said. “‘Kay!” I said joyfully. I hadn’t been left alone in so long, I always had to have someone there to keep me company.

So I decided to go out, get some air in me. Even though I’m not an outdoorsy kind of person. At least two hours passed, and all I got was the feeling of being watched and several doodles of my persona with her boyfriend. I kept chuckling to myself, trying to make sure I didn’t get too nervous about my situation.

But I couldn’t keep myself awake, and fell asleep up against a tree nearby… And when I woke up, I was just floating, and I was er… Barely clothed to say the least. I awoke slowly, realizing my eyes were fine within the fluid I was encased in… But I’m not a swimmer! I actually REALLY hate having water on me!

So I tried breaking the glass in front of me, just smashing it clear open and getting whatever breathing muzzle was on me off. “Uuughhhh, finally!” I sighed in relief. Something still felt like I was being watched, but I didn’t know what. I went and got my journal back…

So I just woke up in a chamber! Don’t know what’s going on but I haven’t been picked up by my parents yet! :(( Hope they’re okay and I survive! D:

I managed to get my spare outfit from my bag, which was open somehow. At least my Switch stayed. I sighed again in grumpiness then went through into a hall, carrying my bag. I was still really confused about this place, but I got all my stuff in my bag and wandered until I came to a room. “Dandy Chillspace. Intruders out.” the steel door’s text read. “Well, that’s not gonna stop me because I don’t CARE!” I said, opening up the door.

A suited creature jolted up and looked at me. He was surprised but also looked angry. “Oh for f!cks sake. YOU GOT OUT?!” he yelped at me, enraged. I was startled but I was fine. “Hell to the yeah I did b!!!!tch! Name’s Zayden, how you doin sexyyyy?” I tried to introduce myself. The suited creature just facepalmed and stood up.

He was about 4 inches taller than me, and was an embryo in a jar. He peered down at me before clearing his throat. “AHEM. I am Dr. Fetus, insolent child. You’ve been taken by me. Never to see the world again, you fool.” he said. I kept nodding like a dumbass. “‘Kay, ‘kay, cool. You corrupted or something man?” “What.” “Corrupted, like these guys!” I said, bringing up an image of Boss and his cohorts, Barracuda and Lycanthropy. “Blegh. Pink.” Dr. Fetus muttered. “Oh my god, you don’t like pink either?” I asked him. Doc nodded. “It’s an atrocity to this wretched planet.” My eyes shimmered as I hugged him, ever so tight it was a “hug of death”. “DOOGH-“ Doc squeaked. He’d never been hugged before. Not by anyone he ever knew.

Maybe this is the first person to care about him, for a long time.

As I let go of him slightly, still gazing at Dr. Fetus, I felt such happiness. I thought we’d get along great, but then I started my question storm… “Where am I gonna be put? You got food? Ya like jazz? You don’t have any plans of hurting me right?” and so on.

Dr. Fetus just picked me up, and carried me over to his room. He set me down on his bed. “There. You happy kid?” he asked me, grumpy. I just stared at him as I got out my Switch and began messing with SSBU. Thank god I brought all my games. Dr. Fetus just looked at me with questions in his mind. “What… what are you playing.” “Smash bros. Wanna mess with me?” I said, inviting him into a challenge. “Dare I even ask what slang you’re using, kid…” I sighed. “I’m asking if you wanna play some Smash with me or not, man.” “…Fine.”

And so it began, a little game. I was Ganondorf (fun fact: I main him. Warlock Punch ftw man), and he chose Bowser, the shadow one. “Ah. Looks like you, except as a turtle-dragon!” I chuckled. Doc didn’t bother, and we just got through our match.

Of course I won, being a person who’s beaten a Lv. 9 CPU once. “WOOOOO!! Haha, good game man.” I said in joy as I hugged Doc. Dr. Fetus was just left puzzled. He sighed. “You know, I suppose that’s nice. Just another game where I destroy things. Like you, kid. Eeheeh…” I looked at him, staring with concern. “Oki! So then I got moar!!” I said cheery as I got out my other games.

Pokémon Shield and Sword, Let’s go Eevee and Pikachu, Minecraft, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, Super Mario Odyssey… I had some demos as well, but they wouldn’t really work out. “Ooh! You wanna go off with some Mario Kart? I’ll let you play DRY Bowser!” I told Doc, happier than I should be. “Heh. Sure kid, but after this I have crap to do. Got a busy life…” Doc said, his speech turning into a bit of a monologue.

We then proceeded to go for a bit of a Mario Kart course run. It went on for 4 races, I was pretty tired and it seemed to be getting late. I was Pink Gold Peach, and Doc of course was Dry Bowser. He won apparently, man had a Bullet Bill. Didn’t even notice! “Ah, good game man…” I yawned. “But dang I gotta get my sleep…” Doc nodded. “Mhm. Get yourself settled down, kid… I’ll be in my lab…”

And so my first night with an embryo in a jar who somehow kidnapped me, it went well. I think I charmed him, I kept dreaming of my persona and him just being lovers… Didn’t know why but I smiled at the thought.

When I woke up, there was suit folded up on the bed… All black with a top hat and a tie. “Mmm… Doc F?” I called out. There was a note next to me.

“Morning, kid. Got you a special outfit. I’m over in the chillspace, lil kid. Meet me for food.”. The note had a drawing of what seemed to be a hat with a monocle. I smiled at the note. “Aw, doc…” It was sweet of him to do all this! I mean it’s only my second day!

I got on the special outfit Doc got me, but I didn’t know how to tie a tie… So I did it in a bow instead! I looked really dandy, and I hopped down to the chillspace. As the door slid open I saw Doc, half asleep. He saw me, and looked to me happily. “Morning, child.” he said, slightly tired. “Morniiiiinggg!” I scampered over, like a crab as if I was just nuts… Doc sighed.

“So kid. How’d you sleep? Well, I suppose?” “Hell yeah! I think I even have some silly drawing ideas in my brain!” I squealed as I went back for my journals. Doc sighed… Was he being a father or a lover?

I raced back into the chillspace and flopped onto the floor, folding myself into a veerrryy harsh position. I kept chuckling to myself as I started drawing Doc F in so many ways it was crazy. I then showed it to him, and he just looked at it. He adjusted his monocle for a second, then slightly chuckled to himself. “You did draw me good, kid. I’ll give you that.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘kid’, Doc! You can call me Z too, or my name? Zayden? Didn’t I tell ya?” “Uuugghh. Sorry, Z… Just been up in the lab, catching up with old creations…” I gasped, in absolute joy. “YOU MAKE STUFF?!” I squealed. Doc got up. “Hell yeah I do, Z. Come along, I can show you what I do… My son’s back too, he was locked in bismuth…” “Whoa… Wonder what he’s like!” I said cheery, as we just kept walking along to the lab…

And then I saw him, just sitting there asleep. A brownie in a beige trench coat and fedora, and he seemed really nice. Doc tried to wake him up… “Brownie. Brown. Son!” he yelped to him. Brownie woke up. “Yep, hey dad…” he said, still a tad drowsy. “So, the kid I told you about last night. This is them.” he said, looking at me. “Her name is Z, and she-” “Hell-LOOOO?? I forgot to say I’m non-binary! I use they/them pronouns thank you!” Doc sighed. “My apologies, child… Ugh… “

Brownie got up and smiled at me. Tipping his fedora to me, he seemed chipper and lovely. “Pleased to meet ya, sibling! Ah’m Brownie, world-renown world traveller!” I tipped my hat to him. “Ah, glad to meet you too, good sire!” I said, medival-ish. Doc just wandered out. We both followed along as he went up to the roof…

There were mechanisms all around, and I was still gazing at it all… It was so pretty, I didn’t even know where I was. Then Doc went and fell off the roof, backwards. “DOC!” I yelped. “NO WORRIES! I’M PERFECTLY FINE!” Doc said, flying back up, as bat-like wings held him up. They had warm, stringy membrane and talons, they seemed to have been in his coat. Brownie went off the roof too, and floated up as a bismuth hand connected to a vortex held him up.

I was so excited that I went and ran off the roof, happy and cheery. I tried to spread the wings in my suit, assuming I had them. And lo, I began to flutter… “Oh. My. F!cking god!” I swore. Doc was proud of me. Flying over to me, he smiled. “Very amazing, Z… A natural flyer for sure. Wondrous use of ‘f!cking’ too.” he complimented me, happy. Brownie just clapped from over on the bismuth.

We then just got back in, and I was in so much satisfaction. But questions still flooded my brain, ideas too! They were all so amazing I wanted to draw them all! I made another journal entry, and let my new buddies write in it:

I have a brother AND a father!! This is so amazing, and I can fly! Oh my god this is so amazing!! CALM DOWN CHILD. NO NEED TO SCREAM. C’mon Dad, Let Them Be Fun If They Want To!

I was so excited for what was to come, but little did I know it wouldn’t be fun.

#📝 // Poetry and Hearts…#fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #canon x self insert #self insert fic #self insert #dr fetus #dr fetus x self #self x canon #canon x self #drfetus #dr. fetus #dr.fetus #doctor fetus #super meat boy #super meat boy forever #super meatblr

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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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malfoys-demigod · 3 years

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You, Me, and Salsa Nights

Leo Valdez x Reader

A/N: It was brought to my attention that @kwilliamoon thinks my Leo fics are bomb and I love them so much for that. Enjoy, all!

Request from them: PLS PLS UHHHH CAN I REQUEST LIKE A LEO FIC WHERE HIM AND HIS GF ARE IN THR MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND THEY CANT SLEEP SO THEY GO INTO THEIR BIG LIVING ROOM AND HE KINDA TEACH HER SALSA OR SMTH AND THEY DANCE LIKE THAT IN A CUTE WAY??

Word Count: 1.6k

After another long-lasting and draining day at Camp Half-Blood, Leo Valdez was finally done with the day. It was Friday, which meant he went through the last of many things for the weekday. He was finished with the last cabin inspection first thing in the morning, greek classes, battle training, various activities and chores, competition, and campfire sing-along, which he was glad to avoid during the weekends, now that he could have the option to dodge the favorite hobbies of the children of Apollo.

With it being eleven o’clock in the evening, it was curfew time, and Leo felt a wave of relief the moment he crashed into his comfy single-bed. ‘Happy Friday indeed,’ he thought to himself as his eyes closed, breathing in slowly as he tried falling asleep.

It was only a few minutes past eleven o’clock when Leo’s face wrinkled in disappointment as he frustratingly sat back up, opening his irritated eyes. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel the need not to sleep at the moment? He shook his head and laid his back against the bed again, trying to knock himself asleep once again. He closed his eyes harder, trying to tell his body that it was time to doze off.

Not even one minute had passed when Leo’s head felt like an erupting volcano. He started grumbling curse words in Spanish as he sat back up again, placing his hand on his forehead. He looked around the room, examining all his half-siblings, who have succeeded in falling asleep unlike him, which made him envious of what they were doing at the moment. Since his body was not up for sleeping, he had no problem getting out of his steel bunk bed, actively, but slowly, to make sure he wouldn’t wake up anybody.

Luckily for him, he was nearby the iconic fire pole of his cabin, which comes down from the second floor, the floor he was currently at, all the way to the ground floor. He grabbed onto the pole and made his way down to the ground floor, which was always unclean and messy, filled with junk most of the time.

Leo looked around the room, checking out the workbench with overflew with scrap metal, screws, bolts, washers, nails, rivets, and a million other machine parts. He may have had the energy to get out of bed, but did not have the enthusiasm to do any work, plus, there was another chance of waking anyone up.

He made his way to the exit of the cabin, which had a lot of gears around, as he slowly opened the door and stood by the entrance of his cabin. He wasn’t scared of getting caught by authorities such as Mr. D or Chiron, because he was a counselor! He could have made a small, white lie and defended himself by saying he thought he heard someone try to sneak out. Besides, he knew a couple of people, cabin-mate or not, who would also be seen, awake at this ungodly hour.

Leo was leaning by the brick wall of the entrance, looking all the way at Cabin Four, the cabin covered in beautiful flowers and tomato plants, which would grow on the walls and doorway. It wasn’t hard for Leo to find his girlfriend, Y/N, who would be often seen at night, randomly watering the wildflowers and roses, which grow on the porch, as a way to serve her boredom at night. She too was someone who had trouble sleeping like Leo.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to discover that her boyfriend was up at night as well on that day. As she was watering the flowers, she noticed a small spot of fire from the corner of her eyesight, waving in mad directions. She looked up and turned to see a figure by Cabin Nine, waving around the small spot of fire she could feel from the corner of her eyesight.

There was a smile on her face the moment she realized that it was her boyfriend Leo, who was the one by the entrance of Cabin Nine. Y/N quickly finished watering the plants and discretely jogged from her cabin to Leo’s. Leo was opening his arms wide, as Y/N’s body crashed with his, hugging him as tight as she could.

Leo could hear small giggles from her girlfriend, as he pulled away to see that she was smiling happily from her giggles. “Couldn’t sleep again, mi amor?” he obviously asked her, placing a strand of her hair in the back of her ear.

Y/N nodded, “Guilty as charged.” Leo nodded as well, understanding her. “Me neither. And I even thought today was one of the most tiring days we’ve had,” he complained playfully.

Y/N laughed at his complaint, “You probably are starting to lack cardio, Valdez,” she sarcastically suggested, “I can’t sleep because I fear I might have nightmares,” she embarrassingly said, “like last night.” She looked down to the ground, contemplating on the nightmare she experienced recently.

Leo placed a finger on her chin, causing her to look back up at him. “Hey,” he quietly said, “Nightmares aren’t something to be ashamed of. We all get ‘em too, Y/N. Like literally, last week, I didn’t want to tell you this but I dreamt that Festus ate all my scrap metal, which caused me to wake up screaming and waking up my other cabin-mates.”

Y/N’s embarrassed smile turned into laughter as she giggled again, “And is that why I overheard Jake Mason and Nyssa Barrera complain about you last week?” Leo shrugged sarcastically, without an answer, meaning that it was definitely about that. Y/N nodded in understanding, which caused Leo to shake his head, “Anyways,” he said, “I have a proposition for you, mi amor.”

“I’m listening,” Y/N said.

Leo turned around to open the door to his cabin. He took a hold of Y/N’s hand as he brought her inside his cabin. Y/N hesitantly pulled his hand, which made him turn around to her attention. “Leo, are you sure this is a good idea for me to be in your cabin? At this hour? I think I should get going-”

“Relaaaax, mamacita,” Leo comforted her, placing his hands on her shoulders, “I’m a counselor of this cabin. I’ve got power here.” he confidently assured her. Y/N took a deep breath and gave in, nodding at Leo, who smiled in relief.

“Okay,” he said, “I need cardio, and you need something to help distract you from thinking about another round of nightmares, right?”

“Mhm,” Y/N verified, “And what about them?”

Leo grinned with something on his mind as he turned around to switch on the radio he built, turning on an energetic song, but at a low volume, which was perfect for the two of them to hear. Y/N tilted her head, wondering why he did that. “What’s happening, Leo?”

A smirk grew on Leo’s face as he walked closer to Y/N, placing one hand on her waist, and another on her shoulder. “Cuera Maraca y Bongo is happening and I’m going to teach you how to dance the salsa.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide, but she followed Leo and placed her hands on him as well. “Are you sure this is a good proposition, Leo?” she hesitantly asked him.

“Again, relax, Y/N/N,” he reminded her, “You’re going to be a natural in this. If my mother taught a hard-headed person like me, then I can teach someone who’s unsure of whether she has the moves in her or not.”

Y/N, as instructed by Leo, rocked back on her right foot to the beat of the song. She smoothly shifted her weight from the front to back to shift her body position. Leo smiled as she cooperated and executed it well. He swung his hips slightly to accentuate the movement, which she willingly followed.

She didn’t question how smooth of a dancer her boyfriend was, but instead, she focused on becoming somehow smooth of a beginner dancer that night.

Once the song was finished, Leo and Y/N were still in each other’s arms, looking at each other with admiration. Leo was astonished at how quickly his girlfriend could learn the salsa, as he took weeks to months, learning from the footsteps of his own mother. There was more to learn about Y/N from his point of view.

From Y/N’s point of view, she was staggered by how excellent of a dancer he was. She was always there when Leo would taunt others, teasing them that they were to be cautious of his ‘sick dance moves’ he kept in his sleeves. She never knew how much of a skilled dancer he actually was, and they were in fact, the sickest moves she ever witnessed.

It was time to break the silence when Leo and Y/N coincidentally spoke at the same time, expressing, “You’re amazing.” There was awestruck in their reactions, for saying the same thing at the same time, and for bringing out the truth all of a sudden.

Y/N chuckled, grinning at Leo, “Leo, I never knew how much of a dancer you were. This is definitely something you should show off to everyone here.”

Leo, flattered, shook his head and hands, “No, no, no, as much as I want to show this off, and believe me, I do, since I have the right to,” he teased, “YOU, my lovely girlfriend, should be the one showing off those moves- well, to the girls, definitely NOT the guys here- er- anyways, Y/N, you’re going to be natural in such a quick time, believe me. You have gifts.”

Y/N smiled, “Aw, thanks, Leo.” Then, all of a sudden, her smile turned into a surprised facial expression, as Y/N figured something out. “Leo! I think we just found a way to use up sleepless nights.”

Leo, happy as ever, leaned in and kissed Y/N’s forehead, and said, “You, me, and salsa nights.”

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theimmaterialplace · 3 years

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holding on | emily prentiss x reader & spencer reid x reader | ch. 3: just the way you are

Chapter Summary: Spencer’s day after.

Contains: mentions of death.

Word Count: 2k

Comments: haha, uni is kicking my ass! sorry for the three weeks it took to post this, this chapter would just not write itself :( also i literally have future chapters finished but i need to get the in between chapters done before that so sorry! a lot may not have happened but spencer is seeing something here. he hasn't been able to come to a conclusion quite yet but he will soon... but will it be before the reader spills? also yeah, this story is filled with headcanons because i can't help myself! :D

i love jj but she gives off overbearing vibes and rn spencer needs some space from everyone that reminds him of emily/will only want to talk about his feelings. little does he know for that first part...

the next chapter is the funeral and after party!!! hope you enjoyed the chapter! lemme know what you think!

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I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could have come this far, mmm

I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

I'll take you just the way you are

- Billy Joel, Just The Way You Are

When Spencer enters the room, it reveals relieved coworkers. JJ is the first one to approach him, eyes red and worry evident on her face. She pulls him into a hug as soon as she reaches him.

“Spencer, we were so worried when you left last night,” her whisper might as well be a scolding in his ears but he’ll take it because he never meant to worry his team, not like this. She pulls away and cradles his face gently in her hands.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize how bad it would seem to everyone. I… I didn’t want to make anyone worry after everything else.” He closes his eyes, not wanting to see the emotions that will only bring him to his knees.

Derek speaks up then and it’s like he knows. “Well, I’m glad you’re here, kid.” Looking at him, Spencer can tell he hasn’t slept and has cried the whole night through. If he had stayed with them, he likely would look the same. As it is, he barely got a few hours asleep, as haunted as his dreams were.

“Me too.”

His team is in shambles. It’s not just that Emily has gone away and left them, left him, like Gideon or Elle. No, she’s never coming back because she is dead, just like every other cadaver they’ve encountered in their line of work. Statistically speaking, death in their line of work was highly likely and it’s a miracle he’s managed to avoid it for so long.

Perhaps it’s because Emily has always been impressive but he’d never thought she’d be the one to die. If anything, he’d bet himself before anyone else on his team.

His team is talking to one another and Spencer can’t hear anything they’re saying. All their words are blurring into unintelligible words and the only thing he can see are their faces.

Rossi is a slab of stone being chipped at little by little into something unrecognizable. Hotch’s eyes are red and his face is pale and an ever looming cloud of guilt surrounds him. He wonders why; it wasn’t his fault she died. Morgan is much the same but there is an anger in him that he hasn’t seen before.

Morgan’s anger simmers underneath his skin; he’s frustrated that he wasn’t fast enough to save her or to catch Doyle. His sadness has become eclipsed for now but he knows it’s there, buried under the guilt and rage he feels. Perhaps it’s because Garcia takes on the brunt of it, the grief is written all over her face. She’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve and this hasn’t changed. He chooses not to look at her because if he does, he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep it together. Someone so vulnerable makes him want to do the same and he feels vulnerable enough as it is.

JJ is like Hotch, guilt and grief clouds her. She keeps sweeping her hair back and chewing on her cheek, a habit when she doesn’t want to focus on what’s plaguing her.

Their tells are obvious to him and he’s memorized all of them, every little action they’ve done is cataloged in his brain and this is no different. He had already known what they’d be like and what they’d do when he saw them.

He hears Ambassador Prentiss’ voice stutter when she asks why Hotch has called and he wonders if she already knows and wants to hear it before she comes down so she can grieve on her own time. He stays quiet and that’s as good as confirmation for her because her breath hitches and she says she’ll be down in an hour.

Emily never spoke much of her mother but she takes- took after her greatly. They share the same face and hair color. It’s like her mother had asexually produced because he sees no difference between the two; there was no bit of her father in Emily. The only difference between the two are the crow’s feet and smile lines on her mother’s face and he realizes that Emily will grow to her mother’s age because she died too young.

Hotch delivers the news, as expected of his status of Unit Chief, and Ambassador Prentiss is stoic and nods at the news of her only child’s death. She asks for details and Hotch is only able to give her the bare minimum and she only nods and thanks him and the rest of them. She goes up to Morgan and takes his hands into her own and whispers something only for his ears. He stiffens but nods and she goes away with the request that they inform her of their decision of when the funeral is and that she’ll pay for everything.

It’s a bit cold the way she all but announces how she doesn’t want to be included in the planning of her daughter’s funeral but Emily always had described her as cold and distant, loving only in private and when convenient.

The planning process takes up the rest of the afternoon and it passes him by quickly and he knows it’s mostly because he disassociated through most of it. JJ and Hotch shot him with worried glances all day and he just wants to go back to your apartment. He doesn’t want to go to his apartment just yet, not when he'll have to come face to face with the reminders of her in his own apartment.

The funeral is booked three days away and he shoots you a text and you respond a minute later with a simple thumbs up.

He tells the team he’ll be heading out and unsurprisingly JJ speaks up over this.

“Are you sure you want to go back home? I can give you a ride or you can come over. I don’t want you to be alone, Spencer.” Her voice is meant to be soothing in that maternal way she’s learned but it grates at his nerves. He doesn’t need to be babied. He knows she’s just worried about him but Emily’s death has left him exposed in a way that throws him off his rhythm.

“Thanks JJ, but a friend is picking me up. I’ll be staying with her tonight.” The team exchanges looks in a way that is meant to be subtle but Spencer has always had an eye for details so he doesn’t miss it but he doesn’t call it out.

“Oh well, okay, if you’re sure…?” He nods and she acquiesces but says she’ll walk him out. She waits with him outside while he waits for you. You pull up in your car with his favorite Billy Joel song on and he can’t help the tiny grin that spreads on his face.

You look tired but happy to see him and he knows that JJ probably wants to examine you but he really just wants to get out of here and cuts her off before she can say anything and says goodbye to her while getting into your car.

He can smell the aroma of Italian in the backseat and he knows you went to the little restaurant he frequents after a bad case because the food reminds him of when his mother used to order takeout because much like himself, she was a disaster in the kitchen. It made him happy that you remembered.

Billy Joel’s velvet voice is enough to fill the silence. He watches you as you drive, noticing how you tap your fingertips to the beat of the song on the steering wheel and how it’s obvious now that you’re distracting yourself from something. He hadn’t been able to see it before because he was too lost in his own grief but there was something off about your demeanor.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, he finds it to be cleaner than it was in the morning and set for maximum comfort. Your couch is covered with soft, thick blankets with animals on them, cobijas, you had called them. He’s fairly certain that just means blanket in Spanish. The table that is usually in the middle of your living room is pushed closer to the couch and it’s where you set the food at so he assumes it’s where the two of you will be eating.

Your record player is playing jazz music. A compromise, you had told him one evening, appealing to his classical music needs with it’s long instrumentals and your love of their crooning and smooth voices.

“Hey, Spence, what do we feel like drinking tonight?” Your voice jolts him out of his observations and he looks towards you where you’re peering at the available drinks in your fridge, two ice-filled glasses set on the counter beside you.

“Arnold Palmer?” You hum and grab two pitchers from your fridge and set it out on the counter and he watches as you mix the two together so it’s not separated. You set the two pitchers back into the fridge and bring the two drinks to where he’s sitting, handing him one and placing the other on your coaster.

He watches as you take out the food from the bags and put his own container in front of him along with two pieces of garlic bread and his own fork and napkin.

Once you’re all done, you take a drink from your glass and open your container and take a bite of your usual order. He follows quickly after, knowing from experience how rapidly the food can get cold.

Time passes by and eventually the food gets finished and you’re both left alone with Billie Holiday’s voice filling the silence.

You’re nibbling on the last piece of garlic bread, your eyes focused idly on your bookshelf but more specifically on a collection of Emily Dickinson poems. He files away the fact that he’s seen this specific book somewhere and decides to ask at another time.

Once you finish, you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his midsection. He shifts so that you’re in a more comfortable position that lets you rest against him while he’s able to hold onto you as well.

Spencer can’t help but think that you always know what he needs without him needing to say anything. It’s something he hasn’t had since Elle or more accurately, Emily. It’s not even been a month and already, he craves her affection. He misses the impromptu Russian talks and the book sharing and her calming presence. You remind him so much of her. It’s like you've taken on some of her mannerisms. Perhaps it’s projection but he’s noticed for months now how you’ve changed bit by bit into someone similar to Emily.

You must have seen his tell because you look up at him, hand finding his own and squeezing it gently before bringing it to your wrist.

It’s the little things you do that bring him back to reality, no matter how painful it is. He’s not sure where he’d be right now. Most likely with JJ and her family, all the while feeling like a burden. With you, he feels vulnerable in a way he doesn’t mind. He’s known you for years and not once, have you ever made him feel small. It’s always been easy with you and he hopes the same can be said for you about him.

“Stop thinking right now, Spencer. We can do that later, like tomorrow. You need a break right now. I know it’s hard for your big brain to shut down so just focus on my pulse and match your breathing to mine.” Your voice is slightly muffled by his sweater and he can only nod and follow your instructions.

“Thank you.” He says after a while.

“ Always, Spencer.” And like always, you understand.

The words are never said but he’s sure you know it and he knows you feel the same.

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fallen-gravity · 3 years

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Sixty Candles

On June 15th, 1972, Stan Pines celebrates his eighteenth birthday in the back seat of his car.

or, how Stan Pines spent his birthday throughout the years.

Notes: Here is my very loose interpretation for Week 4 of @stanuary!The prompt for this week was Future with the subcategory Old, and I decided to play around with the concept of birthdays! This was a lot of fun to explore and I hope you have a ton a of fun reading! :D

AO3

At exactly midnight on June 15th, 1972, Stan Pines celebrates his eighteenth birthday in the backseat of his car.

It’s not ideal, and nothing like how he thought he had it planned from the moment he turned sixteen, but he supposes he should be thanking his lucky stars he’s able to celebrate at all. His Ma, bless her caring heart, must’ve snuck some emergency funds into his duffle bag the moment she saw Pa reaching for it before he kicked Stan to the curb.

Stan supposes that she probably intended for that money to be spent on emergency rations and gas money, but what she doesn’t know probably won’t kill her. He also supposes that he probably should’ve gotten himself a cake, but cakes are messy and he has no means of cleaning it up, so a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes will have to suffice.

He pops open the bottle with ease, and takes a large swig.

“Happy birthday, y’ asshole” he says to nobody, slamming the bottle down onto his car dashboard with more force than intended. “Hope you’re livin’ it up at home with your fancy expensive pizza and two layer cake you’ll never be able to finish on your own” He leans back against his chair, propping his arms smugly behind his head. “An’ I hope the guilt is eating you alive” he slams his hand down on one of his armrests, and reaches for the bottle on his dashboard for another swig.

Just six months ago- not even a year, just six months ago, Stan and Ford had been talking about what it’d be like to share their first drink together. They’d talked about getting absolutely wasted at the pub down the block, followed by walking to the boardwalk to ride the coaster until it made them both sick.

It wasn’t much, but it was theirs.

Stan chokes, and he isn’t quite sure if it’s the alcohol or his emotions.

“Fuck,” he coughs, and stumbles out of the car for some fresh air. In between his coughs and splutters, he takes a sharp inhale of the cool nighttime air to steady his breathing. He sighs deeply, and pulls out the pack of cigarettes from his ratty coat pocket.

He lights one up, and leans against his car to lose himself in his thoughts as he wordlessly watches the cigarette smoke dissipate into the starry night sky. Stan gets too distracted by the sight and accidentally burns his first all the way down to his fingertips, and hisses in pain as he stumbles to light a new one.

No matter. He stomps on the burnt remains with his shoe, and grinds his emotions into the ground with them.

~~~~~~~

On June 15th, 1978, Stan Pines celebrates his twenty-fourth birthday in prison.

“Pines!” An officer shouts, whacking at the cell door with his baton. “Wake up. You’ve got a visitor”

Stan sits up in the cheap cot, groggily rubbing at his eyes. “Wassat?”

The officer’s keys jingle as he clicks Stan’s cell door open. “You’ve got a visitor. He insisted it was important, so we’re giving you ten minutes to talk.”

Stan’s been to jail enough times that he knows that when someone says something’s important, it really just means that they bribed their way through security so they can talk to Stan before the designated visitor hours.

But who could possibly be willing to risk getting arrested just to talk to him before eleven in the morning? Every name that comes to mind is either on the run, already in jail, or…much worse. Anybody foolish enough to try is either out of their mind, or…someone who genuinely wants to see him.

But…who could possibly want to see him? After everything he’s done, after everyone he’s stolen from, who could possibly be left that trusts him enough to bribe a police officer for his company? The police officer happens to walk Stan by the surveillance room, and he notices his page-a-day calendar is torn to June 15th.

Stan’s heart nearly stops in his chest.

It-It couldn’t be, could it?

Six years of silence, and Ford wants to break it like this? Is this some kind of joke? What kind of idiot does Ford take him for, thinking that now is an appropriate time to make amends? After all the times Stan tried writing, or calling, or even trying to get a hold of him through Ma, now is the time that Ford finally agreed to reconvening?

Pah. He had his chance the past five times Stan tried to pass on a happy birthday. He doesn’t care if it’ll land him ten more years in prison, the moment he sees his twin brother’s stupid face he’s spitting in it.

As Stan rounds the corner to the visitation room, though, all of his anger disappears into thin air, and if it weren’t for the officer pushing him along, he’d turn heel and sprint the other way.

“My friend!” Rico cheers with a forced smile on his face. He’s holding a large box in his hand. “It’s so good to see you again!” He takes a seat at the small table, rhythmically tapping on the box.

Stan swallows hard, but takes a seat across from him. “It’s, uh…” he squirms uncomfortably, unsure if he’s allowed to address him by name. “…good to see you too, buddy. What, uh, what are you doing here?”

Rico laughs heartily. “What, a man cannot visit his best friend on his birthday?” He flips open the box he brought with him, and Stan flinches when he spins it around towards him. To his surprise, it…looks like a perfectly normal birthday cake.

“Would you mind giving us a moment alone?” Rico flashes a grin towards the police guard behind Stan. “I would like to sing my dear childhood friend happy birthday, but I’ve always been very shy about the sound of my voice. I promise I will be quick”.

Childhood friend?

The officer squints at the birthday cake in the box for a moment. “Fine.” He says. “You get two minutes. And I’m staying right outside the door to prevent anything funny from happening”

“Of course! You have my word,” Rico grins, placing his hand over his heart. The officer says nothing, and for the briefest of moments Stan’s convinced he sees right through Rico’s bullshit and he’ll let Stan slip quietly back into his cell. But after those brief moments pass, the officer shrugs as he closes the door behind him.

Rico’s fake-plastered grin slips from his face the moment the officer is out of sight.

“Alright, listen here, you walking stain upon the Earth,” Rico slips easily into Spanish. “You think you’re safe behind these bars? You think my boys still won’t burn this place to the ground to collect what you rightfully owe us? You’re gravely mistaken. We have eyes everywhere, in every corner of the globe. And don't you dare even think about running off somewhere else under a new name, Stanley Pines, because we’ll find you, one way or another”

Rico stands from his chair and pushes the cake box towards Stan. “As soon as those guards declare you a free man, we’ll be waiting for you on the outside.” He grips Stan’s shoulder as he heads towards the door. “It really is such a shame. I loved you like a brother. But you know what they say, don’t you?” He places his hand on the door, and glances back towards him. “The good ones always die young”

Before Stan has time to respond, Rico slips his fake smile back on and opens the door. “Happy birthday, my friend,” he says, slipping back into English and speaking loud enough for the officer waiting outside to hear. “I hope you enjoy your cake”

Stan swallows, defensively bringing his hands to his throat, before he carefully inspects the cake in front of him. It looks normal, as far as he’s concerned, just a standard chocolate cake with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STAN!” inked across its surface in bright red frosting.

He contemplates. On one hand, he hasn’t had any real food outside of the slop they’ve been feeding him here for the past three months, and he’s never been one to turn away free cake.

On the other, knowing Rico…

Stan shutters. He stands to his feet, takes the cake box, and throws the whole thing into the trash can in the corner of the room.

He’d rather starve to death than risk being poisoned.

~~~~~~

Stan stopped keeping track of his age the day he started going by his brother’s name.

Sure, it wasn’t even close to being the first time he had to live under a new name. You do it enough times and you’re able to come up with an entire life story at the drop of a hat. Stetson Pinefield was from Ohio, born in the fifties in late December. Andrew "Eight Ball" Alcatraz, born in Alabama in mid-May, got his nickname from his troubled childhood that resulted from his dad getting locked up when he was only eight. It was something of a specialty, giving life to people that never truly existed.

But suddenly, all at once, Stan was forced to overtake the life of someone he loved, and it’s like he forgot how to so much as breathe. This wasn’t some sob story he could bullshit to people he’d never see again, or a name he pulled out of his ass to keep him in place just a bit longer. This is his twin brother, someone he spent every moment of his childhood with, yet someone he feels as though he doesn’t know a thing about.

Sure, none of the people in this town can tell the difference between himself and Ford, and for that he’s grateful. But a man can only pose as his possibly-dead brother for so long before somebody starts getting suspicious. Ford’s lived in this town for over ten years, he’s bound to have been on good terms with somebody.

Oh well. He’ll burn that bridge when he gets to it. For now, all Stan needs to focus on is scamming enough people out of their wallets so he can pay off the bills and keep working on the portal that swallowed his brother whole, and those seem to be going…well, just about as smoothly as teaching yourself three years-worth of advanced multiverse physics when you never even graduated from high school can go, but at least he’s making process.

Turns out, there’s still one more flaw in Stan’s plan that even he should’ve been able to factor in.

As much of a recluse Ford advertised himself to be to the locals of Gravity Falls, it turns out that he always receives a call from home on his birthday.

The first year Stan spends in Gravity Falls, he debates letting the phone go to voice mail. He has no idea how in or out of character it would be for Ford to answer his phone, nor does he have any idea who could be calling at all.

Eventually, though, he figures it’d probably look even more suspicious if he doesn’t pick up, and Stan isn’t willing to risk anything, even if it means bullshitting his way through a phone call for the rest of the night.

He takes a deep breath, and with a shaky hand he picks up the phone.

“Stanford?” his mother says, and to say he’s overjoyed to hear her voice for the first time in years is a massive understatement.

“Ma?” Stan replies, struggling not to slip into his own voice. “Why are you calling?”

She cackles. “Well hello to you too, birthday boy. I’m starting to think all of that research is getting to your head. Can’t a mother call her son on his birthday?”

Stan blinks. Is it…really June already? “Is that today?”

She laughs again. “See? It is getting to you! Do your poor aging mother a favor and go outside and get some sunshine. It’ll be good for you!” She quips. “Or at the very least, please, take a break and go to bed early tonight, for me”

Stan smiles. “Okay, Ma. I will.”

“Good,” she replies matter-of-factly. “Now, tell me all about what it’s like up there on the West Coast. Is it unbearably hot over there? I can’t seem to find your little town on my map. Must be why it’s so spooky, since you’re the only living soul for miles.” She laughs again. “I’m kidding, dear. I’m sure it’s fantastic. Tell me everything.”

And all at once, it’s like Stan’s a kid again. Stan and his Ma talk on the phone for hours. He figures that Ford must not call very often, so he spews out anything that comes to mind in hopes that she doesn’t see right through him. She buys it, miraculously, and when they hang up at the end of the night Stan promises that he’ll try and call home more often.

It becomes an easy pattern for Stan to slip into as the years go by. Just as long as he calls frequently enough not to raise suspicion, he can always look forward to receiving a call on June 15th every year. Some tiny part of him feels selfish for posing as his brother and lying to his mother for so long, but it’s the most connected he’s felt to any sort of family in years.

Deep down, though, he knows he can’t get too comfortable, and there’s still too many loose ends he needs to tie up before he can let his guard down.

On June 5th, 1987, just before his thirty-third birthday, Stan Pines dies in a fiery car crash.

On June 7th, he just barely misses a call from home as he’s coming up from tinkering with the portal.

“Stanford”, his mother’s voice says, lacking any of the snarky bite it usually contains. “I know that you’re a very busy man with your research, and driving all the way back to New Jersey on such a short notice is…unfair of me to ask of you, but…” She pauses to take a shaky breath, like she’s struggling not to cry. “But something terrible happened to Stanley, and…” she pauses again. “We’re holding a service for him on the fifteenth. I know that things haven’t been great between you two the past few years, and I can’t imagine a funeral would be an ideal way to spend your birthday, but…It was the only date they had available, and it would really mean the world to all of us if you could attend. I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I love you.”

There’s a click, and she’s gone, and Stan contemplates his options.

Would Ford attend his funeral, if things were exactly the way it seemed? Would Ford even consider him worthy of the time? He’d said it himself: I want you to get as far away from me as possible. Would Ford be relieved that he was finally rid of him, like a weight off his shoulders?

Stan doesn’t even realize that he started crying until a tear drop lands on the counter beside the phone. Just how long has Ford been waiting to get rid of him, anyway?

No. Stan shakes those thoughts away. He can’t lose himself in those kinds of thoughts again. Every time he lets those thoughts get to him, bad things happen.

Besides…a funeral for, er, himself, may not be the most ideal way to spend his birthday, but finally being able to spend it at home for the first time in near decades, despite the circumstances, still beats slaving over an indecipherable journal in a dimly lit basement for twelve hours straight.

He takes a deep breath, and dials home.

“Hey, Ma”

~~~~~~~~

Ever since he turned eighteen, Stan found himself unable to celebrate his birthday without a sour taste in his mouth. As a kid, he looked forward to it more than anything. It was the one day a year that Pa would splurge and let him and Ford do whatever they wanted, and having a birthday in mid-June meant that there was only about a week of school left before they were free for the summer.

Most of all, it was about togetherness. Stan and Ford never had that many friends when they were growing up, so their shared birthdays were always about spending time together, because nobody else deserved to come to their party and celebrate with them anyways.

Once he was forced to spend his birthdays on the streets, Stan was starting to think that maybe he didn’t deserve it either. Even when he did have people to celebrate with, whether that be his cellmates in prison or nameless gamblers in Vegas casinos, everything felt empty, and there isn’t enough cake or alcohol in this world that could’ve filled that void.

Those early summers in Gravity Falls were the worst years of his life. The calls from home were nice, sure, but his stomach flipped with nausea every time his mother called him Stanford. To no fault of her own, she made him feel as though her love was conditional, and that he wasn’t meeting any of the requirements.

He knows, of course, that it’s not true in the least, but Stan just wishes that wake-up call hadn’t come from attending his own funeral. Stan had gone in expecting to have a terrible time, but he really had thought that seeing his mother’s face for the first time in a decade would’ve cushioned that fall.

Turns out that it only made him feel worse, and he’d declared sometime later over a bottle of whiskey that his birthday must be cursed, and that he never wanted to celebrate it again.

~~~~~~~~

On June 15th, 2013, Stan wakes to the sound of a seagull screeching its head off outside his window. He groans, and sits up in bed to look out his window, but all that meets his eye is the vast sea. He looks then to his bedside clock, which reads 8:30am.

Grumbling to himself, Stan kicks off his covers and stands to his feet, because he knows if he tries to go back to sleep now he’ll be out cold until mid-afternoon. He ruffles through his clothing drawer and picks one of Mabel’s hand knit sweaters at random, because the Arctic doesn’t care what time of year it is when it comes to the weather.

Ford is already sitting out on a deck chair with a fishing rod when Stan steps out of his bedroom.

“Morning” Stan says as he approaches so as not to sneak up on his brother and spook him.

“Oh, good morning, Stanley” Ford smiles as Stan takes the seat beside him. “Did I wake you?”

“Unless you’re a screaming bird, then no” Stan rubs at his eyes. “How long you been up?”

Ford shrugs. “About an hour, hour and a half, I think? What time is it?”

Stan raises an eyebrow. “You sure you slept at all, Poindexter?” He holds three fingers mere inches from Ford’s face. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Ford smacks his hand away. “Very funny, Stanley. I’ll have you know that I got a solid four and a half hours of sleep last night”

Stan cackles. “Woah, looks like we got a new record, folks” He stretches his arms in the air. “You make any coffee yet? I’m still not awake enough to deal with the cold”

“Oh,” Ford replies, like the question caught him off guard. He stands to his feet. “I must’ve completely forgotten” he says.

That reply does catch Stan off-guard. Ford? Forgetting to make coffee? His practical lifeline? There must be something up.

Stan rises from his chair, frowning. “You sure you’re doing okay, Sixer?”

“Of course,” Ford replies, not turning back to look at him. “I’m just…tired, is all”

Okay, Ford knows that Stan can sniff out a lie from hundreds of miles away, so whatever it is that Ford is hiding from him must be really bad, because---

That train of thought leaves his head just as quickly as it had entered it the moment he steps foot into the kitchen. There’s a banner hanging up above the window that reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and there are a handful of multicolored balloons scattered across the floor.

And right at the center of their table sits two cupcakes and two steaming cups of coffee.

“It was Mabel’s idea,” Ford finally turns to meet Stan’s eyes, smiling. “She called me last night to try and walk me through her cupcake recipe, but…” he rubs at the back of his head as he takes a seat at the table. “It turns out that baking isn’t quite my forte” He gestures to the seat across from him at the table. “So instead, when we were still docked last night, I snuck off board to hunt down a bakery”

Ford fiddles with the paper wrapper on his cupcake. “I know it’s not much, but…” he raises his cupcake in the air like he was making a toast. “Happy birthday”

Not much?

This is winning the lottery compared to all the other birthdays Stan’s suffered through.

He takes the seat across from Ford, and raises his own cupcake to clink it against Ford’s.

“Happy birthday to you too, Poindexter”

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gillian-greenwood · 3 years

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My Episode 7 Predictions!

Mother of God! How have these weeks passed by so fast?! I've decided to share what I think will be answered tomorrow night and some of the fates of our beloved characters! The series has gotten off to an even bigger success than it's predecessor and EVERYONE'S talking about it! Without further ado, let's see what I'm predicting!

Who's H/fourth man (or woman) and will we find out?

The question that's on the nation's minds. That has been boggling us since 2017... My personal prediction still stands as CC Philip Osborne, however... I think he's purely sitting on his arse and pulling the strings, whilst others are doing his dirty work. Those people are Patricia Carmichael: who in all honesty I'm manifesting isn't actually bent but is so career driven and a bit of a lick arse that she's just taking orders and not questioning anything, plus she doesn't think much of Ted either... I have joked that she's been shagging Osborne on the side which would be quite funny. I also believe Buckells has been Osborne's true scape goat for years. Someone as laid-back and unpassionate as Buckells is easily manipulated - I mean how the hell has he become a super? As Steve rightfully says, he couldn't order a piss up in a brewery. Seeing the connections go well back into the early noughties whilst Buckells was part of an oasis tribute band, it's an easy conclusion to make. Lastly I will mention Thurwell, now I think Thurwell may have been more involved on his own doing anyway but I think he'd still been pretty busy doing things on behalf of Osborne up until his alleged death in sunny Spain (Belfast but shh). I know a lot of people still think Buckells, some reckon pas-agg Pat is the top woman... and a few still think our beloved Kate is 'H'.

Now the other part of my point is actually finding out... I think us as viewers will certainly know the identity of this mysterious individual. But, I think we'll find out in the very last few seconds and poor AC12 won't be any the wiser which will open up the foundations for a possible series 7. I think a lot of things will be answered for us viewers but not everything for the characters. I know that if they had a series 7 there would be an other primary focus but I just think it would be clever. Just like how we found out as viewers at the end of series 1 that Dot was a wrong'un.

Is Thurwell really dead?

I'm still very amazed by the whole induction of Jimmy Nesbitt as a series of photos. I know we were supposed to have a secretive guest actor appearance and I believe it was Robert Carlyle's name floating about which would have been insane! But that moment we saw Jimmy, I yelled at the screen. So, this answers the question of seeing a character that had only been mentioned previously - which has been very much hiding in plain sight. Even with a rewatch, I had forgotten about Thurwell and therefore hadn't even considered him. But, I did mention the list from series 3 which did loosely tie in. Anyway, when we learned that Thurwell and his Mrs were now dead and clearly had been for a while - it was cleverly shot so we didn't see who it was, only the Spanish Police's word. You know, I think if we were to get a series 7, Thurwell could appear and he's in fact not dead. It's very rare you get a very well known actor in for something so small without it leading to bigger things. Although, they got Andi Osho, a very much loved comedian in purely for archival photos and videos... I do feel that Thurwell could have easily been on the other end of the fake MSN, and doing Osborne's dirty work - especially with the Spanish connection. In a BTS photo we have seen a clue to a piece of paperwork regarding a time share (Spain mentioned) in front of Kate which will likely have a connection to Thurwell and Spain. I think he's possibly still alive but we'll see...

Joanne Davidson

Kelly Macdonald has been welcomed with a very warm reception. Wow, her connection to Tommy Hunter (albeit disturbing, homozygous DNA... nasty business) was not something I ever expected although I guessed very much so when we learned of the DNA match with a nominal. Would I define her as bent? I mean in layman's terms, yes she is. However each guest star has had a very complicated relationship with the definition - all have done dodgy things and usually for good reason... But I do sympathise with her because of her background, born into trouble, it was very hard to escape - even if her mum took her to Scotland for a life away from it all. From the very start of her career she was doing the OCG's bidding and it transpires she was in the police on Tommy's orders - so very much another caddy. I do feel Jo had always wanted to be a good person and do right and in some ways she did - however she's in too deep. Next I'll mention her relationship with Kate and it's something I'd never have predicted. A lot of suggestive and sapphic behaviour from the off. Now, I do think Jo cares deeply for Kate and has developed strong feelings - and I think Kate deep down has also but I don't think anything will happen sadly. And that's more for the fact that they had run out of track before they could even get going as so much has happened. Kate's gonna save Jo when her transport gets ambushed, that's a given... but I don't think we'll see anything happen that we want to happen. I hope I'm very wrong and we get something but with the hour we've got I don't think it'll be the case. And as for her fate? I think she'll survive. Guest leads usually die, eventually... with the exception of Roz who's serving time with one arm in Brentiss. Giving how unfortunate her life has been from her conception, I think it'll do her justice to escape with her life. Witness protection? Hmm perhaps... Although I think she's done enough dodgy stuff to warrant a prison stretch. Will she be instrumental in revealing who the fourth dot is? Well yeah actually, I think she grew up thinking Thurwell was her dad... and of course having connections to both Osborne and Buckells. Jo joined the force just before the turn of the millennium so would have been a copper when the Lawrence Christopher case occurred in 2003. Even though not directly working with them, I'm sure she knew what was going on and would have come across Osborne and Buckells at that time. I have a strong inkling that she knows exactly who she's been talking to and has been under their wing since the start. If she dies I will be gutted.

Kate

Where are we going with Kate? Well she's just killed Ryan (lawfully) and has gotten away with it. But Carmichael isn't thick... and nor is Steve and Ted. They all know but I think that'll be that for now. For ages I thought she was gonna D word but I think she's gonna be alright now. I hope that somehow she gets back into anti-corruption permanently because that's where she's best suited. I'm shocked that she hasn't had a glass box spectacular - my predictions for her to be accused of being bent and all that were way off the mark... and not a single mention of the two dying declarations... With only an hour tomorrow and so much to deal with, I guess that's not going to be mentioned. And Kate ain't gonna be sanctioned either. But, there's always opportunity with a series 7... She'll definitely be back in AC12, interviewing... I can't see all the BTS photos being Jed Herrings. But we'll see tomorrow!

Steve

Poor Steve eh? He's not had an easy time of it. Addicted to painkillers as I rightfully predicted, unable to trust his gaffer, torn on a transfer and a up and down friendship with his 'mate'. Oh and the car, actually let's not talk about the Mazda... Anyhow I believe that Steve will talk about his back and recent struggles with meds after a lot of emails from occupational health. Will he get pulled off the job at the last second because he didn't book an appointment... yeah I think that might happen and Kate takes his place or something. But there is a counsellor or something credited so I'm pretty certain on that. Will he lose his long overdue promotion? It's possible! I don't think the test was going to come back as a fail but more of a cause for concern - just that the levels of codeine etc in his system was higher than it should and it would be best advised to talk to someone. We haven't seen much pill taking going on since the drugs test so has Steve been going cold turkey? Or have they just veered away from that part of the story? In all fairness he's appeared fine with his back since the Windermere convoy - he ran across an industrial estate... I mean. I hope Steve gets a glimmer of hope and happiness because he rightfully deserves it. Ever since the start he's had his fair sharing of aggro and he deserves a break. I do think however he may be partly responsible for nailing the final nails into Ted's coffin - especially after he discovered the 50K up Merseyside and the truth from Lee Banks. I think he could be potentially happy with Steph, it would be nice for something to happen with them but we'll see. Steve needs a big hug.

Ted

This is going to pain me saying it. But, I don't think Ted is going to make it to the end. His retirement is inevitable. I can see the argument of the retirement being rescinded if they unmask the fourth dot etc and solve stuff but realistically, he's past retirement age. He's so focused on getting to the end of this marathon that I don't think he will see it through and know who it is - because he'll... yeah I don't need to say it. How? I've been saying his heart is gonna pack in. He's going to be in deep trouble over that 50k because Steve and Kate know the truth. But why would the likes of Carmichael find out... Well we've seen a clue of 'definate' on some paperwork - I reckon Ted by coincidence also makes this spelling mistake often as it is one of the most commonly misspelt words and therefore will be in the 'H' running again - he wont be 'H' as I reckon Osborne makes the same mistake... He alleges he misspelt it cos he studied the texts carefully but I think he spelt it how he usually would. They'll all go down the wrong path and accuse him which will lead to his ultimate downfall. Another little teaser is Steve appearing to listen to Ted's 2019 glass box spectacular however notably Carmichael says AC12 interview and not AC3... so mixing two different interviews to tease us? Maybe Ted might feel he has no choice but to sacrifice his career for the truth. However it all gets too much. Lies cost lives... I can't see Ted going on from beyond here and Ted was always supposed to be a minor character until he was very well received by the audience and he was made a main character. Realistically, his story is told and he's at his endgame. I hope he survives, by god I do... He's one of the most loved fictional characters at present. But I have a really bad feeling and I'm worried! It seems a total Jed thing to do for Ted to meet his end without ever finding the truth... seeing that's what his heart has been set on for about four years... I'm sorry to even be going there but it's what I think will happen. And I want to be wrong.

Miscellaneous Predictions

I want to round this all off with other little points. Carmichael won't be bent, maybe still involved with anti-corruption, you love to hate her, there's so much more they could do with her character. I don't think Steph's dodgy at all, she's just a widow whose been helped out by Ted in an unlawful way. I think her and Steve would be well suited. I hope Chloe will get to the end and continue on in anti-corruption, she's got a lot of potential. If Osborne isn't sussed, I reckon he'll still be CC. DCC Wise isn't bent either, just getting on with her job. But if Osborne does get caught and I'm wrong, there will be a lot of chaos for both him and Wise. Farida gets out of jail and starts afresh. Buckells I reckon will get out but won't be apart of the police force anymore. Lomax isn't bent, just a regular cop trying to get the work done. The rest of Jackie's remains will be found under the workshop floor, maybe with someone else? God knows who. Or maybe with some evidence that helps lead AC12 on the right track. Steve will still be an officer and Kate will be back where she belongs. There's probably more but my head hurts.

Will there be a series 7?

Yes.

Thank you all for reading my jumbled thoughts all packed into a text post. I'm nervous but excited for tomorrow night's finale. Let's see if I get anything right... probably not...

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