#the blue eyes and blond hair combo is so weird

[stargazedwinchester]

Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester imagines #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #dean x reader

[sashi-ya]

ahhh i’m so excited for this event!! may i request a fem!dom!demon reader who’s the “king” of hell paired with zoro, kid, & law (or any other combo you think would be hot for this concept)? i’m thinking a body worshiping/orgy scenario where they get to become human again if they can satisfy their king. thank you!!!! <3333

Hi hi!! sure!! I hope you don't mind me adding a little blonde prince to the mix :3 I really hope u enjoy! I'm super happy of being able to write more femdom cause there isn't a lot out there and we need more! Enjoy babe!💖

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑲𝒊𝒅, 𝑳𝒂𝒘, 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 & 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

➡Tw: Nsfw, femdom. Kid x Law action. Zosan action. Degrading language. fingering. masturbation. mutual masturbation. oral. cum swallowing. dp. vag. cream pie. implied anal. ➡Wc: 3.3k ➡Want more? visit the masterlist

“Zoro-ya! Stop walking away, you are gonna get lost. Those stairs aren’t taking you anywhere” “Huh? But… I think I know this place, as if I had been here before” “Quit the bullshit you two, where the fuck are we!?”

They have fallen into a pit, it’s hot and steamy. Zoro, who is absolutely careless about his own situation is more interested in knowing where the hell is Sanji, and if he actually fell with them or not. Law, who understands nothing, but has enough brains to think, he is sure this must be something similar to hell -If not hell itself-.

Whereas Kid is ready to destroy everything just to find a way out, regardless of the place they are in… but, he notices something weird…

“Oi Trafalgar, can you use your devil fruit powers?” he asks, sweating and dropping his feather coat away. He is panicking internally because he can’t find kairoseki on him.

Law, who turns at him with a hateful stare swears he is able to cast his room. “Yes, what do you mean? Of course, I can… ROOM!” he puts his hand in position, but nothing creates the blue bubble. “Room… ROOM!!!” he screams, shaking his arm with futility.

A sudden and sexy woman’s laughter surrounds them, it’s as sensual as terrifying. Is dominant, making Law shut up immediately and stand still with a shiver running through his back.

“Welcome to Hell, my sweet mortals”

She appears walking down the stairs they swore take them nowhere, fine black dress allowing them to see her exposed hips. A corset so tightly tied around her waist, long black hair almost grazing the ground. A bloody lips smile, longer nails like claws and horns that make her look like the mere queen of the place… And that queen, are you…

“What you are trying to do here is absolutely pointless, you can’t use your powers… devil fruits are called that way for a reason, don’t you know about that? I am the one who controls them…” you say, smirking at both of the users in front of you.

Kid, who is about to scream at you, gets stopped by Zoro’s overwhelming complaints. “MY KATANAS, NOW” he demands, walking past his friends and standing right before you when he realizes he hasn’t got them tied to his right side.

You laugh, grazing his lip with your fingernail. “I think I’ve seen you here before, Roronoa Zoro… You should know by now who is your superior here. You will have them back, eventually” you tell him, fixing your eyes into his burning steel one.

Of course, he never cared about respecting any kind of authority that’s not his captain. Kings and nobles can suck his dick, but above all, he considers a king himself and he won’t comply to any orders. “Give me the katanas back, woman” he repeats, glancing with hate towards you.

Haki waves makes his friends a little weak, but not you. Haki is pointless when it comes to the Queen of Hell.

“Haki? Haha! Stay still, little moss ball. Kneel before the King of Hell” you command.

“King… of Hell? I’m the King of Hell!” he protests back, making you laugh at how cute his audacity makes him look. “Ah… Roronoa…” you giggle, and barely touching his forehead with the tip of your finger you make him feel like he is out of breath. His knees hit the ground, and as Zoro looks up at you like a puppy, you pat his hair.

Law and Kid blink repeatedly, the vice-captain of Mugiwara is not that docile… king, queen, the devil itself, whoever you are they should obey… because you are strong enough to reap their hearts out of their chest with no effort.

You make Zoro follow you on all fours towards the two captains. They kneel in front of you, even if you haven’t tell them yet to do so, and you are delighted. “Ah… you two, I knew I didn’t need much to make you my bitches”

Kid bites his red lips trying to fight against himself. Is not that they willingly decided to subdue to you, but your tempting and imponent presence was enough for them to do so.

You bend towards the red haired, his cheeks in between your fingers, squeezing them until his lips separate and they become shiny from the saliva running out of his mouth. “You want to come back to earth? Hum? Then, dear Kid, you will obey the Queen of Hell… ok?”. “Yes, my Queen” he says, absolutely scared of his lips moving by themselves.

Lastly, Law. The most docile, but the less deserving of being in Hell. You graze his cheek with loving motion. “No need to tell you anything, right? I’m sure you want this either way”

His silver eyes look up at you, like the cutest puppy. It makes you smile so sweetly, even bite your lower lip. “See, learn from your friend you two pretty beasts!” you tell the others, patting the side of your hip.

“Follow me… on all fours”

Soon, the four of you get to your special “room”. The biggest throne rises, red velvet covers it up and it’s made of gold, purest gold. You tell your victims to stop moving, as you crawl up the seat. The fabrics covering little of your skin fall to the ground, showing them only finest lingerie. Dangling golden jewellery chains round your body, a sinful goddess that make them drool. The devil herself, the fallen angel that became ruler of the land of lust.

You smirk at their gawking faces, they swallow, and they move side to side with their heels pressed against their cores. They probably need release already; they are falling into a pit of pure sinful concupiscence moved by the erotic show your body is producing.

“The three of you are eager to taste the honeys of my body, I see… let’s make a deal, shall we? If you are able to satisfy the Queen of Hell, I will allow you three to come back to Earth” you tell them. Kid and Zoro look at each other and just as they do, they try to reach for you by standing up. Wrong decision, Law knows best, he is the one staying still in his spot. And he does it so well, with his tattooed hands resting over his thighs and waiting for your orders.

You shake your head side to side, showing Kid and Zoro how wrong they are for acting on their own. You lift your hand to stop them, making them fall back to the ground, panting and feeling like they are being crushed against the hot floor.

“No. No…” you roll your eyes back, enjoying how they struggle to breathe with sadist thoughts. “Did I tell you to come here? I didn’t. You will move when I said so, alright? Now, because this is a game of punishments and rewards, Law dear come here”

Law nods and stands up; he walks up to you and wait for further orders. You know his friends are probably hating on him, and you rejoice on their envy, it’s like vital energy for you.

Your beckoning finger calls the surgeon closer to you, enough for your nails to rip his spotted jeans off his body. Hard, he is. Hard and dripping, so ready to be touched. “So hard already, Law?” you ask, grazing your palm from his belly button towards the base of his dick.

He flinches when you finally round your hand around his shaft. Law lets a small moan scape his mouth and his legs become weaker as you begin pumping. “See you two? This is what you could get if you obey like him!” you scold the rest, pressuring Zoro, and Kid to resist their urges and drool over the need to have their dicks touched too.

“You wanna get this too? Hum?” you ask them, while Law moans nonstop as you pump harder, up, and down. He ends up sitting over the armrest of your seat, sliding softly towards your lap.  Zoro and Kid nod, desperately, almost about to touch one another just to get a little bit of release. Not that you would get mad about that, but they want you, above all.

You laugh, their desperation is making you more and more horny and you are enjoying this way too much. “Very good, take your clothes off and start jerking off. The one who lasts longer will get a prize, while the other will be punished”

Both men open their eyes wide, at this point they know they won’t resist much but either way they try. Side by side, they undress and kneel. Always there, they begin pumping up and down. Grunts mixing, a symphony of three lust driven men playing the song of sin.

“Come here, Law. Show them what they will win if they make their best!” you chime, kissing the tip of Law’s dick and making him kneel in between your legs. Spread, and dripping, you present your sex to him. “Come on, have a taste of the Queen”

The doctor, still panting, and a little bit frustrated because of you having denied orgasm, attacks your core with his tongue. He, for sure, knows exactly what and how to do it. Up and down, around you clit, focusing on giving you the best out of himself. And so good he does it, that you can’t help but throw your head back and swear. “Ah… fucking little bitch, you do it really well!”

His black hair tangles on your fingers as you accompany the licking motions with the movement of his head buried in your sex. There is also a beautiful scenery behind Law; the green haired samurai and the red demon slow down their jerking off just to stop themselves from coming, a thing that shows them how competitive they are. But nobody told them to stop, right?

“Don’t stop, or you will not get me” you mumble, resisting the urge to moan as Law works wonders on your core. And as you say, they comply, blushed, sweaty, fixing their gazes in the way your lustful moans scape your lips.

Kid shows signs of his orgasm approaching first, he trembles and suffers. He wants to stop, but he can’t. “I- I’m sor- I-“ he stutters, bending forward and shivering as his palm and the floor under receive the leaks of his seed.

You laugh at the pathetique image of such manly man reduced to whimpers. “Haha, Kid you are getting punished!” you announce, calling him to come closer to you. Zoro keeps jerking off with a smirk on his face, he thinks he is the strongest for not succumbing first…

But little did he know… you know his secret…

Kid ends up on his knees next to Law; the surgeon keeps sucking you nonstop, and you can’t help but be delighted by the way his precum drips down him, making a poodle of pure neediness over the floor.

“You, tulip head. Lick my feet” you command, knowing the most exciting part of that is the humiliating look of someone so dominant doing it so. He doesn’t hesitate and immediately starts kissing the bridge of your foot.

You see Law trying to reach for his dick with those inked fingers, and you giggle. The puppy needs release, and you will give it to him. “Kid, jerk off your friend. That’s your punishment” you command, ready for their scared expressions.

Impressive enough, none of them dare to oppose your orders, and you are glad. Every person becomes weak when they have fallen in the pit of lust, and they are the living proof. The red-haired captain reaches for Law’s sex and begins to pump. The moans that scape his mouth become muffled against your labia making you shiver in pure pleasure. Shivers that are followed by your first climax.

“Shit you little puppy, good job Law!” you moan, allowing your climax to consume you for a couple of minutes before Zoro’s audacity pulls you out from it once more.

Zoro, who believes he is still a King, scoffs at the humiliating scenery of Law and Kid, who have been bickering since they met, now getting involved in something so sexual. “I knew you two would end up doing this, just because you are two sluts” he laughs, showing you how he is able to keep masturbating himself without finishing…

But is he really that strong?

“Sluts? Let me show you a real slut for you, Roronoa” you tell him, licking your lips as you snap your fingers. Your slaves appear at the door of the room, bringing with them a whimpering, all tied up, blonde man with them.

As he walks pass the swordsman, both cross their gazes. The blonde one, someone who Zoro knows too well, have trails of blood running from his forehead to his lips. He is not in a bad shape, but he had been clearly beaten up.

“COOK??” Zoro asks, stopping his jerking motions. “Mhh…” Sanji mumbles, he isn’t able to speak as his mouth has been sealed with a gag. “WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?” the samurai stands up, clearly angry.

“Sh, Zoro. Back on your knees, now. Your little cook is ok, he just happened to fall in here as he came to rescue all!” you inform him, laughing at how Zoro tries to look away from Sanji’s nakedness. And you smirk, that’s your secret swordsman, you aren’t stronger, you weren’t just interested in what was happening before your eyes… well not until now…

Sanji is brought next to you; while the surgeon is about to reach climax, as Kid’s strong arm keeps masturbating him, and he can’t take it no more.

The blonde, who stands right next to you, unable to move but flashing his blue eyes wide open to his marimo friend, receives your special hand treatment. His hard sex, eager to be touched, it’s the only thing Zoro is able to see. He begins drooling, now really hard.

“Ah, I knew it… every person has its weaknesses…” you laugh, using Sanji’s dripping precum to lubricate your palm so you can go faster around his shaft. “Come on, Sanji-kun! Let’s show your friend what a slutty bitch you are! You like this, Sanji?” you ask sweetly, but clearly sadistically to the moaning prince.

He nods, with legs trembling and knees pressed against each other. His hands, tied over his lower belly, can barely move its fingers. Soft white skin, getting red from the arousal and the heat.  His eyes a little teary since your are now also playing with his back entrance and your finger.

“Zoro! Are you jerking off again? Good!” you encourage him, making him also blushed as he couldn’t stop fighting the need. “Are you jerking off because of Sanji? Hum? You like him don’t you?” you ask, making Sanji moan louder.

Zoro is unable to speak, he wants to look the other way, but he can’t. He feels humiliated, there is no way he is gonna say he isn’t into his friend now. Sanji… the cook!

More! More! Your lips get to Sanji’s right nipple, sucking it hard while under you Kid and Law have started making out, so sexily. “After all, they were little sluts… Zoro you were right”

A loud grunt ripped out from Zoro’s throat makes him squirm violently. The last pumps make him cum, squirting with his load everything around him. On all four panting, as his dick keeps twitching, and his seed sprouting from it you have the swordsman.

“No, no resting. Come here, you deserve a treat. Come finish Sanji!” you tell him, calling him to your side. The swordsman understands he is not a king, and he shouldn’t mess with the queen of hell itself, but in any case, stumbling upon himself he drags his lustful body next to the moaning blonde.

Sanji widens his eyes, Zoro is unable to stop himself, and his strong arms begin touching the blonde up and down… there is nothing to lose now, and Sanji isn’t really complaining either.

Your feet separate the two captains underneath you as if they were dogs about to fuck, that’s what mortals are after all. “Sh sh, you two… While these two fuck each other, you fuck me, now” you command.

Law’s face covered in red lipstick looks beautiful. Kid also looks precious, his hair now hang lose over his hair, Law’s past orgasm staining his abs and his upcoming orgasm that screams the need of being released.

Both stand up, their eyes land on Sanji’s squirming motions as Zoro is dedicated to make his friend with his mouth around the tip of his dick. “Leave them have their moment, they will join us in a moment!” you chime, slapping the blonde’s ass cheek.

You stand up, pushing Kid to your throne. “Don’t get to comfortable on the throne you, I know you! I just wanna jump on your dick” you warn him, these captains are always trying to be the king of something.

As the red haired gets on position you sit facing your back at him. Guiding his sex into you, you moan louder. He is big and wide, and it definitely stretches your walls really well, but, it’s not enough…

“Come here, Law” you take him by his hand, pulling him softly to penetrate you too. “Yes, Queen-ya” he whispers, getting ready to fulfil his duty. Quickly with him topping you, his shaft makes its way inside you, grazing Kid’s one.

You whine, Kid swears, Law moans. They begin to move, specially Kid, who seems to be the one dominating the hips motions. Kissing Law, sucking his tongue and biting his lip, you let them fully thrust into you.

Sometimes you take a quick look at Zoro and Sanji. The swordsman has his mouth fully occupied with the cook’s shaft, choking with it, and carving his nails on his strong hips. Sanji whines louder in between the gag, announcing he is coming too. A cum Zoro receives glad over his prominent chest, a tempting place to make Sanji pass his tongue.

You snap your fingers once more; “Bye, bye ropes” you command, burning them instantly and without them even noticing. “Use your tongue to clean Zoro’s chest, and them come here you two!”

Quickly the blonde does so, startling Zoro with his actions. While you laugh and flinch as you feel your walls stretch and clenching to Law and Kid. Your longer nails carved on the surgeon’s caramel skin, Kid’s teeth leaving marks on your neck as he bites you.

“Good boys, come on fuck your Queen harder!”

Soon, Sanji and Zoro joined you. You kiss the blonde, grazing his cheek; “Good job, little boy”. As for Zoro you smile at him, pulling him closer to kiss him too. “You should thank me, don’t waste this opportunity, ok? Now, put your mouths to work” you command, lifting your arms up so they can have fun with your breasts.

Four of the strongest men in the living world are cooperating just to make you scream, just to please you. Like it should be, Queen!

Soon, they replace each other, filling you up one by one. Their lips and teeth around your breasts, they dicks in and out of you, hands, so many hands grazing your skin… their skins, a mix of bodies that nobody can tell where they start and where they end. Sweating, moaning, biting, and kissing. Licking and dripping. Sexes being grazed, and holes being penetrated…

An unholy orgy, worthy of Hell… “You have sufficed your Queen, my sweet boys. Now, you are able to go back your world… unless you wanna stay a little longer…”

“MY QUEEN I WANNA ST-!“ “KUROASHI-YA NO!” “Cook… fucking damn it let’s go back!”

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[pevensiechase]

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS DISNEY + (2023) SPOILERS AHEAD

Okay, I watched the first two episodes of the series...and I have....thoughts.

ALSO THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK SERIES, SO IF YOU'RE WAITING TO READ THE BOOKS UNTIL AFTER THE SHOW, BE WARNED

I don't remember everything I reacted to, but here are some major ones. I'm going to start off with the negative points because I need to get them off my chest, so if you don't want to read the negativity, then here is your warning to leave.

My first issue has always been with the casting.

The main issue that Percy is blond. I'm biased because the POWER dark haired Percy held over all the fangirls because the black hair, green eyes combo had them (myself included) in a chokehold. Like, Percy Jackson is literally the basis for my type in men. Dark hair, green eyes. Also, Sally says that Percy looks like his father in the books, so what's Poseidon going to look like.

Also Luke is brunette, and he's supposed to be blond, which is significant because he's, like, the perfect all-American boy with a white house in Connecticut. He's met his dad, unlike the other campers, and he's a white blond boy with an athletic build and blue eyes. His main thing is that he CHOSE this life despite having it better than many other campers. Also, there are MANY parallels to (Heroes of Olympus Spoilers) Jason in the Heroes of Olympus. They are basically foils of each other. Luke is kinda like Jason's evil twin. Because Jason is also the all-American blond boy with blue eyes who had reason to go rogue (being abandoned by his mother), but he didn't.

AND, there's supposed to be a stark contrast between Jason and Thalia with her having dark hair and him having blond, but they share the same eyes. So, either Jason and Luke aren't going to look alike, or Jason is going to look different, and defeats the purpose of his contrast with Thalia.

Another issue I had was with the characterization

Many things felt wrong, and it took me several hours to realize they made everyone WAY more confident than normal.

In the books, a constant struggle (even into HoO) is that Percy is always seen in a certain light and even when he's accomplished things, internally he thinks "I'm not as great as you think, guys". He's always been self-conscious about his abilities, his leadership, his authority, and even his appearance. But in the tv show he's like "I'm gonna find my dad and MAKE him notice me because he owes me that much". Percy has always believed that people think he's better than he is and that he will let them down. He constantly compares himself to Luke and Jason.

Annabeth is also more sure of herself. In the books she acts tough, but it's to cover up the fact that she's had to prove herself her whole life to be worth something. She has to prove to her mom/Chiron that she is worthy enough to go on a quest, she had to prove that she could be head counselor, and she struggled with people underestimating her (appearances aside, because those still can be said with Leah as the actress). She's always felt like she needed to do better and achieve more to fully feel her worth.

And Grover in the books is supposed to be timid and awkward. And he makes jokes in poor taste because he's nervous, and usually he's described as anxious, but they don't show that in the tv show. He eats tin cans and furniture when he's nervous. He doesn't believe that Percy should trust him, and he's still holding onto the guilt from Thalia (Though more of this could be shown through the next few episodes). He always thinks that Annabeth and Percy would be better without him.

ANOTHER THING. They took out Grover's crutches because he's supposed to walk weird due to him being a satyr, so he uses braces/crutches. I hate to say it, but man, even the MOVIES had that little bit of lore. I know, I know, it would've been hard to show in that time span, but come on.

Even Sally has a huge character arc which goes from putting up with her Gabe, though with some quiet acts of rebellion--blue food--to turning him to stone with the head of Medusa in the end. But in the tv series, she yells back and gets into verbal disagreements with him boldly. She's portrayed as having more power than she did in the book. Like, in the book, she convinced Gabe to let them take the car out very gently and with bribing him with his favorite dip, almost how you would act around a bomb, being careful what she said because both she and Percy knew that he could

*trigger warning* fly off the handles and abuse them if he was feeling a certain way. He's stated to have hit her before. THAT IS A TRAUMA RESPONSE *trigger warning end*

But in the tv show, she seems more...girl-boss-ish. She raises her voice to meet his. I don't know. To me, Sally has always been, quietly strong. Like a stone. She isn't loud like a firework, though she can be, but she has the determination that isn't heard but seen. Also they had her (who canonically listens to like the White Stripes) listen to "logical" by Olivia Rodrigo…like what? I'm hoping that was just background music and not what she was actually listening to.

Gabe also just felt...off. I think it's because Disney can't show physical abuse because it's Disney, so they had to make him seem like a jerk a different way, but he kinda just felt like a bum, rather than someone who actively bullied Percy. Like, he tried to coerce Percy into giving him poker money in the book. He's also hurt Percy and told Percy not to tell his mother or else it would be worse. Like, Gabe is seriously TERRIBLE.

The last thing I had issues with was plot points that were changed when they could have been kept

Luke had a weird obsession with glory, that I don't really understand. That was even their capture the flag chant.

The whole bathroom scene was WRONG because Annabeth was the one who was supposed to be showing him around camp, and she was with him with Clarisse dragged him into the bathroom during their tour. I don't understand why they pushed back Annabeth and Percy's official meeting as far as they did.

I admit, the scene where Percy was supposed to be on watch but was instead doing the floss dance, sleeping, looking at a gecko was entertaining, but in the novel he was more nervous than anything.

Also, they took out the hellhound scene (after they win capture the flag but before Percy gets claimed)...which in the grand scheme of things probably wasn't that bad, but it sets up for Luke's betrayal later. Because monsters can't get beyond the border unless someone summons them, and it's revealed at the end of book that Luke summoned the hellhound that attacked Percy, and that's the catalyst for sending Percy on the quest.

This one, I will acknowledge for saving time and not drawing it out, but the whole scene where Sally was explaining what a demigod felt wrong. Percy is confused for a good portion of the novel because he's trying to figure stuff out, but it seems like he gets a crash course in demigodliness from Sally, and that takes out his utter confusion.

Also, Grover was supposed to be passed out during the Minotaur scene, and Percy has to drag him up the hill. There was a major point of the Council of the Cloven Elders shaming Grover for being unconscious while taking his ward into camp. AND GROVER doesn't know what happened to Sally. Why was that plot point in there. It was supposed to be motivation for Percy to go on the quest, but, like, the whole reason was because Chiron didn't believe camp was safe, due to the aforementioned hellhound.

EDIT: ALSO THE SCENE WITH MRS. DODD'S WAS WEIRD. In the book, she took him into a different part of the museum so it would be easier for her to attack him without people around. But in the series...it just happened. And Mr. Brunner gave him the pen long before. I wanted the scene where he came in and said "what ho! Percy" and threw him the pen. AND, there wasn't the bit where Mr. Brunner was asking the class questions about Kronos and his kids and Percy answers, giving more foreshadowing to his Greek myth heritage. And the aftermath where Grover lies about what Percy did to Nancy Bobofit. It made the rift between them seem so much bigger.

Edit (2): I DON'T LIKE HOW THEY TOOK OUT THE NECTAR AND AMBROSIA SCENE. That scene was so cute because he's a mama's boy and he's like "they taste like my mom's chocolate chip cookies".

Edit (3): I hope this is the last one, but I keep remembering stuff. The weird cut scenes where commercials would go if it were on TV. Those transitions could be smoother, and the "cut to black" is just really abrupt, and it kinda kills the vibe.

Edit (4): I really really hope this is the last one. But the only thing I have against Gabe not having a job and only playing poker online (though I like how it just makes him seem like more of pathetic loser), is that we can't have that scene from the end of The Lightning Thief book. Where Percy gets on national television, puts on a whole act of getting choked up and the, wait I need to find the quote:

“All I want,” I said, choking back my tears, “Is to see my loving stepfather again. Everytime I saw him on TV, calling me a delinquent punk, I knew… somehow… we would be okay. And I know he’ll want to reward each and every person in this beautiful city of Los Angeles with a free major appliance from his store. Here’s the phone number.”

THIS SCENE IS A NEED.

Okay, this is getting long, so I'll do the positive things in another post. I'm sure there are other things that bothered me, but I can't remember them right now.

#alexa's takes #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #pjo spoilers #percy jackson and the olympians spoilers #percy jackson 2023 spoilers #pjo #percy jackson the series #percy jackson the series spoilers #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson tv show spoilers #mine #random thoughts

[greenlikethesea]

tagged by my darling @senorablack you are the very best and i loved your answers <3

answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, tag 10 of your followers (positivity is cool!!!) no pressure!!!!

thank you pal! <3

my eyes! i've gone through love and hate periods with them, but they are very large and round and very blue and i like how they make me look like a weird little doll. in combo with the round face and the button nose, it's a funny look. so my face, most of the time, too.

i like my curiosity! i don't like to take no for an answer without at least understanding why, and my thirst for knowledge has lead me to some incredible places. i want to know everything about you that you're willing to share. i want to know about the art on the walls. explain your job to me even if i don't understand it very well. i want to know where all the mob fronts are. i want to find a new route home. let's go!!!!

i love the way i love. i've spent a lot of time feeling ashamed at how big it can be, how loud, how occasionally aggressive, and i'm working on trying to tailor things to what people need in the moment. but the overall scope of it? i think it's wonderful. my life would be grey and meaningless without the people i love in it, and i'm gonna show them every day i care <3

gotta be honest: i do not respect authority and i really dig that about me. nobody on god's green earth is better than me, past present and future tense. if you're on my good side (younger coworkers, collaborators, etc), that means no matter what, we're equals (positive). if you're on my bad side (cops, corrupt employers, the shitbirds that represent my local district), your position of power means literally nothing to me. we're equal (derogatory).

i like this bleach blonde mullet thing i've got going on with my hair at the moment. it's horrid and i love it.

tagging!!!! @sparklyslug @friendship-switchblades @dallae @geddyqueer @grimweathers @andwhatyousaid @campgender @snickerdoodle14 @sophrosyneadrift @38across

#tagged #thank you for tagging!

[arabian-batboy]

I don’t care that it’s manga-faithful, the Bleach’s anime color-choices are far superior than the manga and fixing these “mistakes” now after 20 years is so unnecessary and kinda ruin the nostalgia.

Rangiku having blonde hair and blue eyes is too on-the-nose wen it comes to a character that is supposed to be very conventionally-attractive and she ends up looking like a different person now, light orange hair and grey eyes are a much interesting combo for me.

Nel having teal hair looks way better than manga Nel whose hair is the same exact shade of green as her clothes.

Having the snake’s skull in Renji’s Bankai be white looks more pleasing than for it to be the same yellowish-brown color as the rest of the Bankai (and his fur being pink matches the Bankai much more than green fur)

And I didn’t know this but apparently Ichigo’s Getsuga is supposed to be white+black and NOT red+black? I mean it looks pretty, but the red+black Getsuga is so iconic so it feels weird to change it now after all these years.

#bleach #rangiku matsumoto #ichigo kurosaki

[skell3]

RP Muse: Michael Shelley

Up next is a character I see a -lot- of variation on. Michael is my 'baby' muse... in that he's particularly soft, easy to bully, and a bit clumsy.

Michael's about a year or two before The Great Twisting, roughly. It's a bit difficult to determine timelines (and admittedly, how I've written him has been in that weird time crossover bit I mentioned in Jon's post, so it's all wibbly-wobbly at best.)

Once again, info below the cut and I'll do my best to write him out.

Michael Shelley stands at about 6'1" and has a fairly thin frame, almost slightly underfed though he's quite healthy. He has a couple of freckles and a slight gap in his front teeth he's very self-conscious about. His long blond hair is more wavy than curly, but still holds a couple of ringlets on its own just after a shower and drying it all out. He usually keeps it down if only to hide behind some of it, though when he's very busy working, he will pull it back with a colourful scrunchie.

Michael's eyes are heterochromatic, meaning he has two colours in them. They look fairly blue at first until you look toward the pupils, which blend into almost an aqua-green. He gets a little self-conscious about those, too, and doesn't like to make eye-contact often.

The clothes he really enjoys wearing tend to be vibrant in colour, like a bright yellow jumper or something multicoloured and fun. Michael also really likes floral patterns, so his favourite jumper is an oversize soft lavender with stitched in flowers and a bee making a path around the lower hem of it. It's so long he likes to wear a belt over it and just some fitted jeans, though occasionally oversize also means his hands disappear and he has to be careful with that at work. He was gifted a multicoloured scarf, striped with blue, yellow, and purple bands.

Home life is a little uneasy- Michael has a roommate who isn't particularly nice to him, but they pay the rent on time and usually leave him alone when he is actually home (so long as they don't have guests over). He usually sticks to his room anyway, which has a cool lava lamp, a tv/vcr combo so he can watch movies, a couple of brightly-coloured bean bag chairs, and a lot of blankets and pillows for his bed. There's a lot of posters and pictures and things on his walls, which help make it look a little more home-y for him despite the abrasive environment it's in.

Growing up, Michael was the unfortunate middle child that got a little bit of love early on and then was mostly left to fend for himself when his younger siblings were born. Always having been a quieter child anyway, he picked up on doing things by himself, and doing his best to stay out of trouble (because punishments were particularly harsh). This has made Michael relatively mousey as a person, especially working under Gertrude, but he's a people-pleaser and doesn't think too highly of himself so he does his best to do his job and not cause problems. Because Gertrude also has looked out for him more than once, this makes him particularly loyal and it isn't often that he questions her.

At work, Michael is really good at organizing, cleaning up the office and maintaining files as to Gertrude's specifications. If there isn't anyone in the office, he tugs on headphones and ends up listening to ABBA, Queen, The Beatles, etc.. Very occasionally, someone will walk in on him grooving and the moment he notices, he stops and flusters hard, settling back in to things with the music a lot lower and no dancing. (Honestly, he's so very Lonely-coded, working alone is sometimes the best times for him, though he also doesn't exactly enjoy being alone)

In the timeline I've been writing him in, Michael's BFF at work is the young Elias Bouchard, who works in artefact storage but comes by to bother Michael or avoid work. Otherwise, a lot of the folks who work upstairs tend to pick on Michael about stuff, and he primarily sticks to interacting with only the Archives group. This timeline we also have overlapping with Eric Delano being there, and Michael has a crush (but knows it's never going to happen), and it makes for a lot of flustered moments.

So yeah, this poor baby, so awkward. Hits his head on things a lot (like when he's hiding in a closet to escape Feelings). Eventually he'll get a little bit more spine, but by then it'll be probably 'just the right time' for Gertrude to take him on his last little business trip. He's great for soft scenes, but also awkward tension and maybe a bit of dramatics and anxiety.

#Michael Shelley #TMA #TMA fan content #tma fanwork #musings #writings #TMA Multiverse #creative writing

[a-prekliatyvlk]

                Meet Valentín (Val-en-teen) Roman Vuxakin 

Valentín Roman is Vavrinac’s only full blood wolf biological son or Pure Blooded Wolf. Skuli, Vali and Artem are all bitten wolves so they do not count. Valentín was supposed to inherit the pack but he got wounded and Vavrinac made sure he kept his son locked away. Valentín was kept under lock and key by a curse so to speak, think sleeping beauty. He was kept alive in a hidden location and when Vavrinac died he would be released form that sleep and essentially wake up. 

Valentín has the same features of Vavrinac so when he did wake up, he scared the shit out of everyone because it basically made him appear in the the pack house back yard and everyone almost flipped their lids when they saw him. He does have cuts on his back and cheeks must like Katia does because technically speaking he was in her shoes, only the hunters didn’t really want him they wanted Katia. 

He tends to be very formal, not in a weird way but the last time he’s seen anyone is a very very long time. He doesn’t want to rule the pack he does just kinda want to live. He wants to do stuff and see the world. Only the twin’s arent sure if thats a good idea considering. But they just watch over him while they do things. Val or Roman just likes being apart of things. 

Here are some stats on Valentín Roman. 

Preferred name: Val, Roman or Valentín Roman. 

Height: 6′9″ 

Eyes: Violet / Baby blue 

Hair: white blonde hair that is fluffy at the top

Favorite Color: any color, but he tends to like red. 

Favorite Flower: Roses

Favorite Food: Pasta

Favorite Drink: Red Wine 

Sweet, Sour, Salty or Spicy: Prefers a combo of Sweet and Spicy

Birthday: Unknown 

Scars: A scar across his right cheek all the way down and under his neck and into his chest. He does have tons of scars across his back as well and that is something he tends to not really speak about but they sort of match Katia’s but are more sporadic and deeper. 

Favorite Season: Summer 

Music: Prefers classical music

Books: Shakespeare anything by him Valentín loves.  

#(Valentin Roman // Lore) #NEW MUSE ALERT// #Because I love you guys <3

[epickiya722]

The fact that Midoriya is described as "plain looking" is so absurd to me. I get it, there's characters with pink skin and engines in their limbs, yadda yadda. Whatever.

But there's other characters that look plainer than him.

Midoriya has green hair and freckles. That's like a combo for a non-plain looking character.

Shoot, Kirishima looked plain in his middle school days. Yaoyorozu and Aizawa may be attractive, but even they have black eyes and hair. That's opposite of the usual bright ass anime hair colors. Monoma even has the blond hair-blue eyes combo.

Uraraka has brown hair and eyes.

Look at the background characters, some of them look pretty plain.

You know what, thinking about it, Midoriya is probably "plain" by everyone's standards is probably because society got used to seeing people with blue skin, bright pink hair and horns. Which again, is so weird because Midoriya's physical features would make him part of that group.

And really, if people really find him "plain" and that's abnormal, then why in the hell some of these characters even resent other characters for looking "less human"? The hell is your problem? If quirks have been around for years and people are bound to look weird, then why in hell are characters like Spinner and Shoji resented for looking the way they do?!

The only other character I can think of that has been described as "plain" or "normal" is Ojiro.

Had this in my drafts for weeks...

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #just kiya's thoughts #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku

[talesfromthecoffeeshop]

The First Time

It had been raining earlier. Puddles of water reflected the street lights, with cars sending droplets flying as they drove by. It was late, but she did not know the time. She was too scared to look at her phone. It had gone off more than a few times in her purse, no doubt with text messages.

He had been really nice. He still was. He hadn’t done anything wrong; he had been patient and loving. So what was the problem?

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and tried to gather her tangled mess of hair into a ponytail. Damned humidity always made it do this. She stepped into an alley to get out of the breeze, and stepped into a puddle that was deeper than it looked. Her foot sank to the ankle, nearly snapping the heel off.

“Wonderful.” She muttered, and leaned against the wall to remove her high heels. “What am I doing?” She looked up at the sky. Unfortunately, the city lights were bright, and not a single star could be seen. Sighing, she looked at her foot. 

Still a foot. Lucky. She tested her weight on it, and it seemed fine. With a deep breath, she decided that perhaps it was time to look at her phone.

A wonderful aroma caught her attention instead. It smelled like coffee, but there was something else too. Something… wonderful. Nostalgic. She took a look down the alleyway and saw a small neon sign. Not too bright, she doubted that she would have been able to see it from the street.

Velvet Aroma, the sign read. Right underneath was a small door, an open sign hanging from a nail in the center. 

Suspicious. Who would open a coffee shop in the back of an alley? But that smell…

~~~

A small bell rang above her head as she opened the door. The inside was small, only a few scattered tables, as well as a bar. The lights were low, but still bright enough that navigation wasn’t hard. It felt… welcoming, somehow. Behind the bar were various machines, likely for coffee, given the smell. It was still quite late, and it looked like the only other patron currently was a girl at the bar. 

Long, bouncy blonde hair fell down her back, and she was wearing a dark blue party dress. It fit her quite well. She was engaged in conversation with someone who looked to be the only employee. They wore a white shirt and black vest combo, typical to a lot of bartenders. Dark hair tied back, they had piercing green eyes that met hers. 

For a moment, she was afraid she had walked into the wrong place. But then, the bartender smiled. “Welcome to the Velvet Aroma. Please sit wherever you like. I will be with you momentarily.” The bartender’s voice was a bit melodic. Like they were about to start singing. 

She looked around the room, and seeing the empty tables, decided that the bar was probably the best option for being served quickly. She sat down on one of the stools, making sure that one was still between her and the other patron. Settled in, she looked up and met the eyes of the blonde. A gorgeous blue, the blonde was smiling at her. 

“Well, aren’t you a cute little thing?” She had an accent she couldn’t quite place. Southern, maybe? “Not many people like coffee this time of night. Call me Blondie, by the way.”

Blondie? Clearly not her real name. “I can see you thinking, ‘that can’t be her real name’, and you’d be right. But, Vel’s rules. No real names. They’re a real stickler for it.” Blondie nodded towards the bartender, who was currently making a drink. 

Okay. That was a little weird. “I’m.. Allie, I guess.”

Blondie’s smile grew bigger. “Good to meet you Allie! So, like I was saying, what brings you for the finest cup of coffee in town so late at night?”

Allie’s breath caught. She had been distracted by the odd sight, and had nearly forgotten what had sent her into this in the first place. Her night flooded back into her like a waterfall, and tears began to gather in her eyes once more. She struggled to hold back a sob.

The bartender chose this moment to set a small cup and saucer filled with brown liquid in front of her. Steam rose from it, and the aroma calmed her down. 

“I didn’t order anything yet.” Allie choked out as the tears retreated once more. The bartender, Vel, from the look of her nametag, only nodded, and replied, “I know. Drink.”

Allie considered for a moment. A strange, back alley shop, with a strange bartender, with a strange rule about names? Alarm bells should be going off like crazy. But they weren’t. So, throwing all logic to the wind, she drank.

The taste was wonderful. It tasted of coffee, but also of cinnamon, and chocolate, and honey. It tasted of her mother’s fresh baked snickerdoodles that she had helped roll on a summer afternoon. Of the fresh pages of a book she had just bought. It tasted like everything Allie loved, somehow in a small cup.

“What… is this?” Allie asked.

“The house special.” Vel replied, before stepping over to a sink, where she began to wash out a few mugs.

Allie took another sip, its warmth sinking into her chest. She glanced over at Blondie, who was grinning at her.

“Good stuff, right?” Blondie asked. Allie nodded. The tension in her throat had eased, but the gloom of her evening still hung over her.

“Can I ask you something?” Allie spoke, the words escaping her mouth without her permission.

“You are in the right place, hun. Your troubles are all out there. Nothing in here but us.” Blondie took a drink from a martini glass, and gave the olive a little twirl with her finger, her attention now fully on Allie.

“Have you ever… been in love?” Allie began.

~~~

It all came tumbling out of her mouth like a floodgate. Allie had met him through a friend seven months ago. He was amazing. Considerate, kind, and a sense of humor that made her laugh while others groaned. And his pasta was amazing. She loved to spend time with him, loved to talk with him, loved being around him.

They had kissed on his couch when he had made his amazing pasta for movie night. It had been Allie’s first kiss. First romantic… anything really. Twenty seven years of life, and a romantic relationship had never really come up, until it had suddenly fallen into her lap. So they kissed, and Allie left that night, confused but excited.

They began to date in earnest. Visiting museums together, going out with their friends, game nights, all of these wonderful things. They kissed again, and again. It was… exciting. So, what was the natural next step?

Allie knew what the next step was. But, she avoided it. She was scared. Why? Just push through it, you idiot. Don’t you love him? So, she had decided that tonight was that night. 

Her birthday was later that month, so they had decided to have a fancy dinner with just the two of them. An excuse to get all fancy and dress up. They had gone to her favorite restaurant, an Italian place whose pasta was good, but maybe not as good as his. They had laughed and enjoyed a wonderful meal. Then, back to his place. 

Anxiety had begun to build, but she had pressed it back down. They went to his bedroom, and began to kiss. She helped him out of his shirt, and he helped her out of her dress. Half naked in front of him, she felt cold. He had smiled at her, and said, “Allie, I love you. You are beautiful and wonderful.” 

And that had broken her. She had quickly put her dress back on, grabbed her shoes and purse, then left, ignoring his confusion. 

~~~

Blondie sipped her drink as Allie finished, now breathless and teary. At some point, Allie had started crying. Silently, Blondie presented a handkerchief, which Allie took gratefully. 

“That’s a tough story,” Blondie said. “You asked if I have ever been in love? Well, compared to you, I don’t think I have.” She chuckled.

“Love comes in many different shapes. I am sure you’ve heard that before. So, what’s wrong with you? I can’t really say. I don’t think there IS anything wrong with you, personally. Intimacy is something that is really hard for a lot of people. And intimacy means different things to different folk. I have had girls in my bed screaming my name, saying they loved me, who disappeared as soon as I asked them how they liked their coffee.”

Blondie downed the rest of her martini. “You are not broken, Allie. You are scared. Scared of, well, only you know. You might be scared that you won’t like sex. You might be scared that you will like sex too much. You might be scared of how your relationship will change. That if it goes bad, that the relationship will too. Only you can say.”

At some point, another martini had appeared in front of Blondie, and she took another sip. “You are a beautiful girl, and had you not been talking about your relationship issues, I would be in a much more flirty mood. It sounds like you have a good thing, and you are afraid of losing it. It also sounds like your lover is a good person. He will understand. Talk with him. You can understand each other. I mean, isn’t that why we came up with language? To try and understand each other?” Blondie gave her another wide grin.

Allie laughed. She felt like her shoulders had loosened, if only just a bit. “Thank you, Blondie.” She stood up, and gave Blondie a half hug. “What do I owe for the drink?”

Vel’s voice waltzed into her ears from down the bar. “Nothing. You merely came in for a chat and some advice. A simple thing. Nothing that needs to be charged for.”

Allie smiled, and gave Vel a nod. She waved at Blondie a last time, then left.

~~~

Once out of the alley, she checked her phone. 2 Unread messages. Strange, it showed that she had just got them. But she had to have been in the coffee shop for at least an hour. She turned around. She swore she had only walked a few steps, but the alley she had come out of was gone. 

She shook her head, then opened her phone.

-I am sorry if I hurt you. Please be safe.

-I love you.

 Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once more, but this time she wasn’t so scared. She made a call.

~~~

Two months had passed. Spring rains had given way to summer. She had work in the morning, so she had left his house for the night. Things had been going well. They talked, and laughed, and loved each other. She was excited for each new day.

Headlights passed her by as she felt the warm summer breeze blow her hair out behind her. It was a wonderful feeling. Then, a familiar aroma greeted her nose.

With a quick turn, she walked down that alley she had found months ago. A familiar neon greeted her, and she quickly opened the door. A bell jingled above her head, and she saw a familiar bar and bartender.

“Welcome.” Vel said with a smile. “Will you be having your usual?”  

#fiction #short story #short fiction #lgbtq #asexual #nonbinary #coffeeshop #coffee

[a-flux-uchiha]

Two Definitely not Sheikah and One Actually Sheikah

Teen or Gen, will have some violence soon since...Hyrule Warriors. Includes Sheik of both Hyrule Warriors and Ocarina of Time, and also Impa. Mentioned Darunia and Ruto for now.

For March of the Zeldas day 4

Sheik was under no delusions regarding their own skill, and knew full well that barging into the goron home area and demanding Ruto’s return on the grounds that they had been having a tea party and he’d very much like to go back to doing that, was far out of their skill range. 

However she did seem to have luck on her side, given the fact that a fairly large army that definitely wasn’t from around here had shown up. Not that he was planning on outright approaching them, that would be far too dangerous and risky. Instead, they’d recruited a nearby fairy to go find the leaders and tell them the current situation. Namely that Darunia had gone weird and kidnapped Ruto. The weirder parts had honestly been that A, he hadn’t even bothered with Sheik himself, and B, that he’d mentioned something really weird about Zelda telling him to do it? 

That was particularly weird since Sheik was Zelda, and she definitely would have noticed if she told him to kidnap Ruto. Which he hadn’t. So it was time to try and investigate. 

Sheik had been planning on just sneakily helping this army do the thing, just planning to send the fairy to warn them, then jump in and out if he saw someone in danger. And maybe sneak out with Ruto if possible. 

Of course, given Sheik’s luck, that wasn’t what happened. The fairy came back, flying a circle around their shoulders and chiming something that sounded like an apology before disappearing into a nearby patch of grass. The reason behind the apology quickly became obvious when two people, one a white-haired Sheikah woman with an absolutely massive sword, and a second Sheikah wearing an outfit with a lot of odd similarities to Sheik’s own outfit. A white head thing, blond bangs covering one eye, the red eye in the middle of the primarily blue and grey outfit, plus the lower face covered by a mask and scarf combo. The Sheikah’s outfit was definitely more complicated, and far more armored, 

“Are you Sheik?” The second Sheikah asked incredulously, pointing at them. 

“Yes?” For some unknown reason, as soon as Sheik replied, the woman with the giant sword sighed and put her head in her hands. 

“Why are there two of you?” The woman asked, and Sheik’s gaze immediately swapped to the other Sheikah, who was apparently also Sheik? He pointed at the other one in confusion. How were there two of them? 

“I’m not sure we have the time to question it too much,” the other Sheik said after a minute, arm dropping. “Were you the one to send the fairy?”

Sheik dropped his arm as well, crossing both across his chest. They were feeling a bit self-conscious now, especially with how armored and protective the other one’s outfit looked. “Uh, yeah, I was there when Ruto was kidnapped.” She decided not to mention that they had been having a tea party. 

“Did Darunia give any sort of reason?” 

“Didn’t the fairy tell you? He said something about Zelda.” 

The woman frowned deeply, almost looking like Impa. It was a slightly terrifying comparison. Sheik was rather glad Impa didn’t have a large sword. “She did mention that, although I admittedly hoped it wasn’t true. We’re currently looking for the princess, but I hadn’t thought we’d find her like this.” 

Sheik, extremely confused, glanced at the other Sheik and opened his mouth to ask if the woman was sure they didn’t have Zelda right here when the other Sheik did a quick head shake. 

Oh, so the woman wasn’t aware. Okay. Was there a reason behind this? Was it dangerous for this other Zelda? Was there a problem? Maybe she shouldn’t mention her own identity. Just to be safe. 

"Were you planning on trying to confront Darunia?" The woman asked, coming across as vaguely judgemental about that.

"Uh, not really, I think he'd be too strong for me if he was trying to kill me. I don't feel like biting the dust yet." One hit from the hammer would definitely take out at least her ribs, possibly breaking every other bone in his body at the same time. 

"Reasonable," the other Sheik agreed, nodding. 

"Did you have an intention in sending the fairy out to us?" 

"An intention other than asking you to help rescue my friend? Uh not really. I was going to help, even if probably just a little bit." Sheik shuffled their feet, not meeting either Sheikah's eyes. "Wasn't trying to make you do anything bad." 

The woman still seemed skeptical, but nodded anyway. "We will help. You two stick together and stay where I can see you." 

It felt a little bit like a walk of shame, going back to the rest of the people, who were still walking towards death mountain when they got there. There were only a couple of confused looks, but no one dared outright ask. 

Eventually they ended up at a somewhat fortified area, which they set up in. Sheik wasn't sure why they stopped here at all, although it made mildly more sense when he realized some of the people with them were doctors or other non-combatants, so having a spot for them made sense. 

"This will be our home base," the woman declared to the waiting men. "Take other fortified areas if you can, but if this falls we will lose." Sort of made sense, given the presence of non-combatants. 

She continued into some tactics, which mostly went over Sheik's head. He really hoped that the other Sheik knew what was going on. 

The woman shouted something that sounded vaguely battle cry-ish, and people started scattering. Sheik had definitely missed all of that. Oops. 

The woman came over to them, looking quite intimidating. “Did you catch all of that?” 

“Yes General Impa,” the other Sheik said formally, inclining her head. Sheik copied her automatically, processing that bit of information. This was Impa? Impa was a General in the army? Their own Impa was just their nursemaid and protector, and definitely didn’t have any sort of hand in the military. 

The General Impa pointed off behind her. "You two start over there and work up the right side. We don't know how this will go, if they'll try and go for our base first. They have the home territory advantage, so I'll be staying here to make sure our base is protected. If you have an issue, send a fairy then wait for response before pushing on. Cover each other's backs and anyone near you. Keep track of enemies and don't go haring off if someone runs, stick to the line and your allies." 

Was General Impa trying to encourage them? 

There was a pause, then, “should we have nicknames? Given there are two Sheiks, trying to specify who goes where may be a slight issue.” 

Oh that was a good idea, Sheik didn’t want to accidentally do something that was supposed to be done by the other Sheik. Or just generally mess with anything. 

“What are you proposing? Since you suggested it, I assume you have some in mind.” 

“Rho and Iris.”

Impa just raised an eyebrow, and Sheik shot the other Sheik a very confused glance. Why those? Iris was a flower, but Rho? Cute, and short, but why? And was Sheik supposed to be Rho or Iris? 

Impa watched the other Sheik for a bit longer, then glanced at Sheik, then just shrugged. “Alright. Iris, keep an eye on Rho. I’d rather avoid casualties. Move out.” 

Oh, so Sheik was supposed to be Rho. Okay. This was fine. Probably.

#Hyrule warriors #Impa #Oot Sheik #hw Sheik #oot sheik is very confused #please give him a break #If you noticed weird pronoun stuff #congradulations you now know that was on purpose #sheik's just like that

[thebigbadspike]

@faiththesinfulslayer

//Yes sir! You do!

It looked good on me too, not to sound immodest, I have the colouring for it. I've been every natural colour imaginable, and a whole bunch of the fun "not found in nature" ones too. But the odd combo of red with blue eyes that came with the starter package never fails to get the most compliments. My poor hair has gone through so many changes -especially after I was sick.

//I've no doubt it looked great on you

I've gone through a lot of weird colours/colour combinations. Blues look nice on me. My "fire hair" (dark brown into orange) was killer back when I did that. Grey was also pretty nice. Always wind up going back to blond though. Makes me feel good

[finsterhund]

What Nightmares May Come

Holy shit!!! did Finsterhund actually write something!!! (Don’t get your hopes up. It fucking sucks)

I haven't been able to write anything for years but seeing a POS who traces things to make inappropriate images of kid characters write a shitty animal/child abuse apologetic hatefic compelled me to write a hatefic of his hatefic? Christ. But I jumped on the opportunity to write again (I really fucking wanted to be able to write again) so have... this... thing... Hopefully with it out of my system I will be able to make other things. I'm not even going to credit anyone. The guy is apparently homophobic too. Fuck you. This story contains a megalomaniac deranged bratty nepo baby human boy using magic to make everyone else's lives a living hell. Cayden is also there. *shitty canned laughter* Ends with comeuppance in the form of permanent under the bed monster solution. You should never be forced to be "grateful" for the circumstances in which you were born. You shouldn't "accept where you truly belong." Nobody owes anyone jack fucking shit. Die. Needless to say I am EXTREMELY rusty. So be warned.

What Nightmares May Come, which I realize now is technically Sunspot!Cayden’s first literary debut. Christ...

(I swear I will make a better image to accompany this someday)

On a quiet night in a small suburb somewhere in a little American town, Ken stood towering over a small grey puppy, look of superiority over his face. After an evening of psychologically tormenting the young dog for the oh so horrible crime of dreaming of a different life and wanting to set physical boundaries the pup's energy was spent. How was it possible that a ten year old boy could be so vindictive, manipulative, or cruel? It just didn't make much sense. Earlier today he had messed up like any puppy would, and after being tied up outside vented his frustrations in a way oh so common to kids his age. And suddenly this nightmare brat with a stupid magic book had not only overheard him but shown up and verbally harassed and berated him while assaulting him with traumatic visions of his supposed future life. He had been emotionally beaten into submission. And that nasty child all the while just stood above him and grinned. The puppy thought maybe this boy was in that one cult some humans had that claimed to love everyone but actually treated everybody different than them like shit. That might make sense. Before Ken could do anything more to the terrified puppy a brilliant flash of light seared his eyes. Confused, not used to having his power trips in other worlds interrupted, he spun around to see that on the other side of the street was another boy. Blond, scrawny, and wearing some sort of shorts and t-shirt combo without shoes. That didn't seem to bother him though. The other boy walked briskly up, his hands swinging loosely at his sides, wild mop of golden yellow hair bouncing slightly in the breeze. He studied Ken briefly with a pair of strangely captivating bright blue eyes. "Whatcha doin?" He asked. There was a lisp to his voice as he spoke and he sounded slightly younger than he looked, which was already several years younger than Ken. His head was cocked to one side, dog-like, mouth half open. "Er... I was just..." "You gotta help me!" The puppy whimpered. "This weird human showed up who can understand me, and he's torturing me because I said I didn't want to be a house pet. Showing me scary dreams he says are real but not real. I didn't even really mean it... But he's crazy!" The puppy's eyes were pleading, but there was an edge of defeat to them, like he knew to expect that another human wouldn't be able to understand him, like normal. Fortunately for him however, this scruffy odd boy did in fact understand him, and those stark blue eyes immediately snapped up towards Ken with an almost primal revulsion. "That's not true!" Ken spat back. "You were being ungrateful for your family! So I am teaching you a lesson. You called your kid master a nobody, so I made you see what it would be like if he died!" That sounded messed up on its own out of context, but when the truth came out things grew worse. "I've already told you. That's not what I said and you know it! You're twisting my words." The puppy whimpered. I said that I wanted to know what it was like for nobody to pick me up and squeeze and crush me when I didn't want them to. He always hurts me and his parents don't do anything" "Sounds pretty clear" the other boy growled softly, his eyes locked on Ken in an almost hungry way. It was written all over his face how stupid he thought the other boy was for not understanding something so simple. "Dogs already have to go through a lot with humans not respecting their bodily autonomy" those last two words did not sound natural coming from such a vocally immature shaking drawl but the conviction in his eyes showed he still to some extent knew what they meant. "If they're not going to treat him with respect they don't deserve him." "He said that without me the boy would die of depression..." That made the stranger freeze and give Ken the most hate filled glower he had ever been on the receiving end of. "How dare you lie to him and tell him that his kid would suffer more if a dog that wasn't fit for that environment had left rather than stayed there and languished. How... FUCKING... DARE. YOU." This was clearly a very personal point of contention, enough for a very unnatural utterance of the f word to slip out. "You lying manipulative sack of..." the boy caught himself. He tried very hard to contain his rage. "And I suppose you told this pup to keep his mouth shut until he accepted where he truly belonged or some other garbage too?" "Pretty much exactly that..." The puppy whined. "B-but..." Ken tried to cut him off. "But nothing!!" The other boy's hair lifted in what appeared as if the light breeze had morphed momentarily into a gale, his eyes just on the precipice of glittering in an otherworldly way. He almost seemed to float momentarily off of the pavement, loose-fitting shirt billowing in a strong wind with no source, a wind that did not touch a hair on the puppy's head or flutter Ken's own clothes. "Leave us or else." And just like that the disposition and vulnerability of someone no older than seven or eight returned and this boy seemed again weak and small. Ken had been given a warning, but having not faced real consequences did not heed it. "No, YOU need to leave." He pulled up the strange old book he had slung under one arm. Every time someone had tried to give Ken what for after the brat had invaded their world and caused suffering he had used that enchanted book to overpower them. It was abundantly clear he was intending to do the same now. A nasty grin already creeping up his face at the thought of "teaching a lesson" to this strange new boy as well. "That's his evil spell book" the puppy whimpered. "It's where all his powers come from." The puppy was absolutely terrified by the book and cowered with his whole entire body, nubby tail no doubt would have been tucked between his legs if not for its length. The poor thing quaked and shook, a heart wrenching look of abject terror on his face. "It's not evil!" Ken spat at the small dog. "Well you certainly are then..." the other boy growled without hesitation. Ken, now full of a petulant and entirely unrighteous indignation made perhaps his biggest mistake in all of this. He moved forward and in one swift motion shoved the other boy backwards. It was a physically unfair act. The other boy being a good several years younger than him, as well as being starkly delicate and frail went down immediately. He sprawled on his back with a loud cry, high voice breaking shrilly as his head bounced against the pavement and he landed on his side, trembling reflexively. He whimpered something about "being forced to come to New England for this" while on the ground. The puppy looked on horrified at what had been done. His only savior after this time of torment at the hands of an insufferably vindictive brat had born the brunt of that same force, but with a much more visceral result. Ken towered over the other boy with a triumphant smirk and was about to turn back to face the puppy, no doubt to hurl yet more magically powered psychological abuse his way when the grounded boy let out a guttural snarl. This time it wasn't the way humans growled. It was distinctly canine. The puppy recognized it as such. But it had a power to it unfamiliar to any dog he had ever known. The boy's eyes now blazed with that cold vicious blue in a shining florescent fire. His lips pulled back to reveal fangs larger than they normally should be on a homosapien. He was a human boy, but he was also something else. A power older than his body, a power stronger than he had ever let on. Something feral, something primal, something that was at this point quite pissed off as well. "You're not going to live to regret that..." Suddenly like a rush of wind the boy flung himself at Ken and violently tore the accursed spellbook from his hands. In the same motion he pulled back his arms and with an almighty thrust struck him down over the face with it. This time it was his turn to hit the ground. He fell in visually a far less painful way but it was obvious knowing what transpired and what the other boy was, or wasn't... that it hurt him more than what he had done. Groaning from the wind knocked out of him Ken faintly realized through a ringing in his ears that the puppy and the other boy were now introducing themselves. "Cayden" the boy's name appeared to be. He comforted the puppy with such a gentle softness that was so foreign to the raw power he directed at Ken. The puppy, still terrified, allowed himself just the slightest moment of reprieve and let his guard down enough for Cayden to give him a gentle reassuring scratch behind the ears. Between soft cooing, words of promise to ensure that it would never be allowed to happen again were heard. "Give that back..." Ken struggled once he had regained some level of composure. "No. I'm keeping your stupid book" Cayden growled as he slipped it behind his back, only for Ken to look on in confused horror as it seemingly disappeared completely rather than only partially becoming obscured from view. "Now I'll have to put this little guy back in his right space and time. When I was already busy trying to get things done and doing something today..." This wasn't true. Cayden hadn't been doing anything. But he wanted to verbally rip into Ken as much as he could. "You are so stupid. I hate you." There Cayden went again. A retort so infantile and childish. Whatever dwelled behind those blue fiery eyes was still ultimately just another kid. Ken knew better now though that there was something seriously dangerous about this other boy. Perhaps his book could have offered some help identifying it, but now the thing, Ken's lifeline, was gone. Ken noticed then that the puppy was suddenly gone now as well. In the end, the puppy would realize that he did belong with a human family, and ultimately it was Cayden's influence, not Ken's that ensured that the puppy's family actually treated him right and responsibly now. Ken had done fuck all except given the puppy lifelong trauma and a panic disorder. Worse still is that the puppy's problems would have quickly resolved themselves if none of this had happened in the first place. Proving that this entire thing was just a pointless exercise in misery and suffering. Like my life. "Do you realize now that you're wrong? Are you going to ask for forgiveness?" Cayden flashed one of his little fangs with a toothy grin. He knew he would get no such thing but wanted to put the offer on the table anyways. "No! I'm right! He was wrong!" Ken defensively cried out before logic took over and he realized that even if his views hadn't changed it would have been in his best interests to humor Cayden. Too late now. Cayden smirked. "Too bad I guess..." He grabbed Ken by his shirt and dragged him forwards, in an instant the two were somewhere else. A darkened room of sorts. It appeared to be Ken's room. Relief flooded Ken as he thought that he was merely being brought back to his own space and time. Without the book, but otherwise unharmed. He was not so lucky. "I know you've been jumping around different dimensions with that stupid thing..." Cayden growled. "And I'm sick of it. You're annoying and stupid and you think you're so much better than everyone else because you can throw some lazy powers around and nobody can do anything to stop you." Cayden spat viciously. Ken just hung there shocked. He had never had any real resistance to the magical shit he had gotten up to. It was as if the universe had been built around him, solely designed to give him some power trip. "You... You're jealous?" Ken asked. Another big mistake. "I don't need a stupid book to do any of this." Cayden shuddered. Anger probably. "You thought you were the only one? You thought you could be some interdimensional bully? Forcing everyone to submit to you? You're not even a cool dark lord. You didn't even EARN IT. Them, I understand. Them, it's exciting and neat and fun. I like that. But you? You get to play pretend like you're some hero even though you're the opposite. You're a monster who denies he's that. You'd never have learned. You NEVER deserved that power." Cayden knew more than he let on of course. From physically assaulting penguin chicks and lion cubs to using the magic book to invade sacred places that he was never meant to be, Kenneth had certainly made quite the reputation for himself as an unlikable piece of shit only respected due to fear. Not that Cayden was too much better. Although Cayden had standards. Animal abuse, and weird suspicious DeviantArt shit, were strictly off limits. And his invading the personal space of interdimensional entities was exclusively done to those who deserved it, mainly because it was funny. Animal abuse was irredeemable of course and Cayden took that very seriously. Seriously enough that he was going to get rid of the problem. Permanently. "I know you like to beat little baby animals" Cayden spoke with such vitriolic hatred towards Ken that his speech impediment momentarily ceased to exist and his voice dropped a good few octaves. "That wasn't beating... That was-" "SHUT UP. YES IT WAS" Ken suddenly felt a stab of electrifying pain behind his eyes. "You're just some avatar of a deviant freak's sick mind. You're nothing. If I could, I'd hurt HIM too." Cayden proved he could see beyond a veil that even Kenneth's book could not touch. Maybe Cayden could have seen that Ken was just written this way, bound to the same wretched existence that Cayden had pointed out. Maybe Cayden didn't care. Most likely was that Cayden really fucking hated these people and wanted to derive some sort of escapism and venting from the experience. He was correct. He couldn't hurt Ken's creator. Even though that's who was responsible for all of this. Cayden would probably go back to his own true dimension when this was all over and cry. DeviantArt was a mistake. Cayden threw him down onto the ground and rose, floated, several feet into the air grinning down with disconcerting glee stretched across his face. "I don't usually do this..." He giggled. "But I can't just let someone like you go to keep doing this again. And I have a friend that needs a favor..." A growl, one not of a world that Ken had ever known before came from deep, far deeper than spatially possible, beneath his bed. Ken saw glowing eyes in the dark and felt hot wet breath hit his face. The monster beneath his bed slowly slithered out. Eyes only on him, it was as if Cayden was invisible. He probably was. The monster drooled and a long tendril-like tongue slipped from between its pointed jaws and ran along the length of its lips and teeth before coyly curling up around Ken's ankle. "N-no... p-please..." Ken begged, struggling and squirming trying to scramble backward away from the monster's clutches. But it was in vain. With both its prehensile tongue and clawed forearms the monster gripped the boy tight and slowly eased him into its mouth. A mouth that while lined with sharp teeth did not bite or chew. The monster's throat was like a silky smooth blanket as it swallowed the boy down not even momentarily hindered by his thrashing or struggling. Cayden watched the whole thing transpire trying his hardest to hold back giggles. He had wanted to see his new underbed monster feed for quite some time and now he got his wish. Ken would not survive of course, but there were worse ways one could go. An underbed monster's belly was like being smothered in blankets and bedsheets. Much more humane than some other creatures he could have fed Ken to. He watched the monster bask lazily full from its meal for a while before making himself known. "Hey um... about the shirt..." "Oh come on..." the monster growled in a raspy voice. "It's colorblock and blue and red and green... so I want it" The monster rolled its eyes before relenting and spitting the article of clothing out. "Mine now" Cayden giggled. It was a nice shirt. Easy enough for somebody to draw him in.

The fucking end I guess. Moral of the story? Go fuck yourself.

#text post #writing #my writing #cayden #my ocs #sunspot!Cayden #long post #HoDcore

[fademirrored]

alpha: Champion of Kirkwall

“I’m an older brother to twins. I’ve learned from the best how to ignore someone trying to get on my nerves.”

Cyrus “Crabapple” Hawke Champion of Kirkwall. Primarily Blue

Male. He/Him/His. Panromantic, demisexual. 13 Bloomington, 9:10 Dragon. Lothering, Ferelden. Mage; Primal and Force magic.

Eyes: Light blue. Narrow, hooded. Looks perpetually skeptical. Hair: Very pale blond, but more gold than white. Smooth, slightly wavy, just past his shoulders. Usually pulled back, though he’s not fussed about how. If it’s down, he spends most of his time pushing it out of his face. Skin: Typically pale, but tans relatively easily. Gets freckles easily. Height: 5'9". Build: Average height, stocky, with well built arms and shoulders. Generally looks like he can deck someone pretty solidly in the face. Notable Details: Electrical scars up his arms. Very prominent bump on the bridge of his nose. Scar through his right eyebrow. Voice: Standard male Hawke voice.

Positive Traits: Kind to a fault, general grumpiness aside; he likes to help and to give what he can, and he likes to keep people safe and happy and tended to. Patient, even if he’s grumpy; it takes a while before his default grumpiness turns into actual anger. Modest and willing to take input; he knows he’s not the top of every class, and accordingly he’s willing to take advice. Decisive; it typically doesn’t take him long to pro and con a situation and decide on a course of action, and he’s not prone to waffling once he’s made his decision. Team player, good at cooperating; he doesn’t necessarily need to be in charge, even if that’s how it frequently works out, and he’s happy to defer to someone else when that would be best. Negative Traits: Irritable and grumpy, and is typically always some level of exasperated, like he’s just assuming the situation is going to turn weird; Varric calls him Crabapple for a reason. Strict, even when it’s not required; it’s more of a knee-jerk reaction carried over from the fact that Kirkwall is a deathtrap, and he’s duly chastened when called on it, but it happens again regardless. Overly blunt, to the point of being tactless; it’s not even an ignorant thing, since he’s generally aware that what he’s saying is not the most polite option, but he wants what he thinks to be known anyway. Neutral Traits: Ambivert. Deadpan. Dryly snarky. Agreeable to most things that don’t sound bat shit crazy. Casual and not too fussed about ceremony or formality. Gets a bit scatterbrained when it’s quiet. Gets a little theatrical at times. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Optimistic, albeit cautiously so; attempts to be a realist. Quirks: Prone to nonsequiturs. Likes having company, but doesn’t always want to talk to his company. Prefers a day to be structured, which probably contributes to his grumpiness.

Religion: Agnostic and uninterested. Likes: Dogs. Kids. Music. Dance. Finding new and bizarre uses for magic. Savory-sweet combos. Coffee. Mead. The night sky. Heavy storms. The rare chance to see a good landslide. Dislikes: Templars. People who are very insistent that The Circle Is Good Actually. Being underground. Most authority figures, until they prove themselves. Being hurled into the limelight. Getting caught in heavy storms or a good landslide. Being preached at. Favorite Colors: Electric blue. Grey-blue. Crimson red. Electric yellow. Hobbies: Finding unconventional magic uses. Can play the piano. Cooking. Dog-training. Helps in the clinic. Somehow winds up babysitting most of the children in Lowtown even once he lives in Hightown.

Family: Malcolm Hawke (father, deceased). Leandra Hawke (mother, deceased). Carver Hawke (brother). Bethany Hawke (sister, deceased). Gamlen (uncle). Dog: Decker. Romance: Anders. Friends: Fenris. Merrill. Aveline. Varric. Carver. Note: He’s a little embarrassed to admit that Sebastian always made him a little uncomfortable, what with his utmost faith in the Chantry and the Circle and Cyrus’s greatest fear being getting thrown into the Circle. *everything in this sectioncan of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

#Hightown Matters [Cyrus] #darp #dragon age rp

[hobbitpottaaaa]

Blond Downey™

#Robert Downey Jr #rdjedit #the blue eyes and blond hair combo is so weird #also his eyes look more honey than his usual brown #gifset #my gifs

[dorimena]

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖕𝖙.𝟏

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; monoma neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 5.1k of filth,

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; nsfw, Overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia, degradation/humilliation, cursing, cockwarming, crossdressing, school girl kink (?), mommy kink, pegging, cum play+eating, dom!fem reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; whiney Monoma, loud sex, Monoma in a skirt, soundproof dorms, mentions of other 1B characters, aged-up character, Monoma is 18 in this

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; this was meant to just be some long fic, but I find it easier to just divide it into 2 parts while I figure out how to write out the scene I actually wanted to get to. I got carried away. This is what I've been doing during holy week. My religious school would be ashamed of me. This has been proofread, but if there are still any mistakes, I apologize.

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦.; incomplete/in progress.

Monoma had a shit week.

It all started on Monday when his school pants ripped conveniently from the back as he bent down to pick up his fallen notebook. They didn’t even look like they would rip! So how did they...? All he could hear during his inner turmoil and growing embarrassment were murmurs of pity, whispers of curiosity, and his homeroom teacher calling his name countless times to send him back to the dorms to change. Permission slip in hand and underwear out, he silently nodded and made his out, all while ignoring a burning sensation in his eyes and sudden dryness in his throat.

(Walking out the doors with his blazer tied around his waist, he swore he heard a familiar giggle and mockery coming from a smart-mouthed girl.)

Tuesday came bulldozing so suddenly that it ran over him. Well, really it was Yaoyorozu’s canon that almost ran him over. 

The day, in general, was normal, none of his classmates made comments about the minor incident the day before, well, except for Y/N who asked if he sent his pants to be fixed or not. (He didn’t, so she demanded him to hand it over to her.) He didn’t go back to the dorms after their last class, since he has to carry out classroom cleaning duties after he accidentally pushed Bakugou into the mud last week. No, seriously, it was an accident. First off, he didn’t see the mud. Second off, he was messing around with Kaibara’s quirk, which spooked Nirengeki who was somehow walking close by to the hot-headed explosion man- and… well, Monoma mistook Bakugou for Honenuki. For some odd reason. How insulting to his intelligence and great memory skills.

So after such a tiring task of brooming, wiping, dusting, and inspecting, he expected to be knocked off his feet with whatever Kendo decided to cook for dinner, not Yaoyorozu’s canon. God, and he shrieked! Who fucking shrieks?! He’s 18, he’s not supposed to shriek! Unless you’re pegging him just right-  

Wednesday only sucked because you canceled your biweekly study session in favor of hanging out with the girls in 3A. Now, regardless of what people still say, he has matured and slowly grew out his competitiveness and “jealousy” over class A, and doesn’t really have much issue with most of them (mainly because Shinsou somehow helped him become more “friendly”). However, how dare you choose the girls over him! You’ve never done that. 

(And whether or not he was moody and pouty is just a hallucination of yours, he swears it.)

The only bad thing, if you could even call it that, that happened on Thursday was that it slipped his mind how much time he had left to use Tsuburaba’s quirk and lost against his good ol’ pal. 

Friday though… Friday was just really weird and he hated how it only felt weird for him. Maybe it’s pent up frustration with how the week went? Maybe it’s the pouty baby in him still being butthurt over Wednesday’s missed study date? Maybe it’s you staring at his legs and ass? Maybe it’s the way you look so delectable in your hero outfit? Maybe- well, now he was just overthinking it, and he rarely ever does! He was tempted on asking Shinsou to, y’know, brainwash him so he could forget this weird feeling of him feeling weird.

Now comes Saturday. 

Today is Saturday.

Today is 10:06 pm on a Saturday.

You’re over at his dorm for the already mentioned biweekly study date. He should feel happy, considering you brought over some snacks, ordered take-out from his favorite French restaurant, even played with his hair every time you guys had the 15-minute study break. 

But he’s not happy.  He’s not unhappy, but he isn’t happy? Again, the weird feeling he felt the day before hasn’t really left and it’s been crawling around his skin, only getting worse when he saw you coming in with pants. 

It’s not supposed to make him feel not happy, but you usually come over with a cute skirt or dress, showing enough of your thighs and panties to keep him up at night, fantasizing about them wrapped around his head, suffocating him as he eats you out so delicately or ferociously, littered with his desperate bites and kisses, making him whine out in horny pain-

“Monoma?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry as you ditch your phone to look over at your whining boyfriend. “You okay there?”

Shit. He must’ve gotten lost in his thoughts. “Yes, I am perfectly fine, darling.”

Now that’s weird. He’s speaking so softly, and he only ever does that after he’s cum at least a few times, or when he’s totally relaxed and ready to call it a night. Well, there are those few times where he lies and he speaks about the same.

Humming, you smile sweetly at him. 

“Are you sure about that, baby boy?”

Oh, that sent a shudder through his body, his white shirt suddenly feeling too thick and his shorts feeling a bit constricting. In other words, he’s now turned on.

He stays quiet, however, because he feels like his voice will give away his actual feelings, whether it continues being soft or it decides to crack and show how he’s ready to give himself away to you.

“Neito. I asked you a question.”

“No, mommy! I-I mean, I don’t know…” He huffed out, embarrassment now outweighing his neediness. God, why did you have to pull out the mommy card?! You’re so wicked. Did you not know how horrible his week was and now you want to be mean to him?

“What do you mean by that, baby?”

“Well, I’ve had a horrible week, mommy! You should know that!” 

“Don’t dare yell at me, Neito. Mommy’s trying to be patient and understanding, but if you’re going to just be a brat, then I should just leave you in time out, right?” Monoma gawked, his whole body and attention turned towards you as you got off of his bed, arms crossed and disappointment showing on your face. Really? You’re disappointed? Just as he opened his mouth to talk back, you spoke first.

“And here I brought one last gift for you. I’m here trying to be such a caring, doting girlfriend, and you start making assumptions about my efforts? Bad boy!”

Wait, gift? These were gifts? Oh! You… you were trying to comfort him? God, guess he was a bad boy. 

Seeing him deflate, eyes losing whatever snark they possessed, you sigh and walk towards your bag near the door. And this made him stand up so quickly he lost his footing and slightly fell forward, shocked that you could be leaving already, which you aren’t. Startled by his sudden movement, you quickly take out a plastic bag and hold it in front of him to show the last gift. 

It was quiet between you two, staring at each other before looking down at what you are holding. 

“What is that?” He’s the first to speak, blinking as he tries to figure out what the dark blue item could possibly be. It’s pleated, though, so-

“Is it the skirt you’ll change into?” And you laugh, shaking your head as you walk back to the bed and sit. 

“Not me, baby. You will change into it.” He’s going to be wearing a skirt? 

Blinking once more in confusion, he giggles awkwardly before frowning. 

“You’re joking, right?” Now it’s your turn to frown.

“No.” And you smile confidently. “I promise, if you wear the outfit in here, it’ll lead us to the actual last gift, hm?” You bat your eyelashes like a little girl asking her dad for a new Barbie doll, or whatever it is they bat their eyelashes for. You’re curious to see what he’ll do.

And you didn’t have to wait long for his decision to be made.

Sitting on your naked lap, thighs trembling in either overexertion or overstimulation, is a certain sweaty, defiled blond male with gorgeous teary, periwinkle eyes trying their best to focus down on you. 

After he swiftly and elegantly changed into the outfit, it came to show on his mirror that this wasn’t some random crop top and skirt combo, but a whole schoolgirl uniform: apart from a cropped school girl top and the pleated navy skirt, there were white thigh highs and cute hair clips. 

Turns out, you misunderstood his ‘subtle’ hints of some kinky schoolgirl skirt sex; you thought he was offering, with the way he’d bat his pretty eyelashes at you and stare at your skirt during lunch. Really, he was implying you stay with it on, somehow. 

Regardless of who was wrong, the fact your pretty boy is squirming uncontrollably with your strap-on deep inside him is something you just have to engrave in your mind. Who knows when you’ll be able to buy another skirt his size? You can’t wait to render it useless.

“Y-You’ve been thin-thinking for too-oo long!” Monoma whines, bringing a hand to wipe away his bothersome tears he doesn’t want you to see, huffing at the end before moaning loudly as you roll your hips upwards, the tip of the dildo teasing his sweet spot.

“Mm, I didn’t say you can speak yet, did I? Guess mommy spoiled you too much.” Sneering, you shift on the bedsheets under you while placing your hands on his thighs, slowly raking your nails upwards. You try your best to avoid the white thigh-high socks, not wanting to make him ticklish and forget why you’re even touching him there. 

Monoma shakingly gasps, squirming even more as he tries to have his pathetic, precum weeping dick grab the attention of either one of your hands but ends up staining the clothing covering it. Rolling your eyes, you smack the hairless skin hard enough to watch it quickly flush red and hear him groan, whether in pain, arousal or both.

“Stop it. You’re making me angry with how selfish you’re being. Isn’t mommy supposed to be satisfied first? Or did you forget our rules, baby?” 

“N-no! No! No, I- no!” Is whining all that he can do? He’s been whining or moaning for the past hour, with the occasional groans or gasps. You don’t want him to only whine, you need to see him cry. 

Cry prettily as he did on Monday when he thought no one was looking back at the dorms.  Watch him struggle to keep his whimpers of humiliation at bay. Make him forget all about his silly pride and stupid competitiveness against a class who doesn’t really see him as a threat, but just a crazy motherfucker (or so says Hagakure.)

“No what, Neito? ‘No mommy! I do know the rules!’ or ‘No mommy! I forgot the rules!’ C’mon, baby. I thought you knew how to speak properly? Now you’re making Bakugou seem eloquent.”

Oh no, you’re upset at him. Monoma gasps in offense, though, at the implication that the anger and pride-driven Bakugou is better than him at speaking. Ouch, okay, that actually kind of hurt but it was kinda hot? Kinda not? What’s wrong with him?

Yeah, what’s wrong with him? You’re expecting him to go on with his speech of how Bakugou isn’t anywhere near his expertise and social skills, how he’s clearly more coherent than the other, or the typical ‘how dare you’ sentences. What you didn’t expect was him to whimper and clasp his hands together as if asking for forgiveness so soon.

“No mo-mommy! I do know! Th-The rules, th-that is! I know ‘em!” 

“Then you’ll stop moving so much and let mommy continue marking you? If you do, and I’ll be repeating this for the last time, Neito, mommy might let you cum first, mm? Sounds good?”

“Ye-ES!” Okay, maybe you should’ve waited until he answered to land another slap on his thighs, although this one was close to his dick. Oh well, at least he’s making other sounds, but no struggle or tears. 

Leaving nail marks around the pale, smooth skin, even carving your name on both thighs with light scratches, you’re in awe at how he’s trying not to move too much. Then again, he is your sweet baby boy, who thrives and gets off of making you proud of him and cumming because of him. 

Lifting your eyes from the satisfying reddening skin to his face, you’re struck with awe again: finally, as if some god were listening to your wishes, you see him blinking rapidly as a new batch of tears quickly accumulate on his lashline and slowly trickle down his red cheeks before being furiously wiped away by him. Seems like this has been going on for a bit, seeing how his eyes are slightly red and his hands, clasped back together, if not tighter, look kind of wet. He didn’t want you to know he was trying not to cry and then failed so beautifully.

Gosh, and here you were expecting him to be a brat, to defy your authority over him, to challenge you like he usually does. 

(If only you had some mind-reading quirk, you would’ve known he actually had been planning his next moves.)

“Good job, baby! You let mommy mark you so pretty with her hands, and look! Mommy’s name is on your thighs, so that next time you touch yourself you won’t forget who you belong to- I mean, who you’re a baby boy for.” 

You’re basking in happiness, in pride, in complete bliss while he thanks you in small whimpers, hips twitching and hole clenching around your strap. Right, you forgot how long he has been cockwarming you; guess he deserves an even better award. He never manages to hold back for so long when sitting on your silicone cock.

Rubbing your palms around his thighs without moving your stare from his face, you command him to put his hands to use and lift the hem of the skirt, getting a good show of a new dribble of precum dropping heavily onto your pelvis. His dick is even shaking just as much as his body, pulsing even more than any other past encounter. It’s also competing against Kirishima’s red hair for the title of the “most red thing ever to exist”. 

Monoma’s opening and closing his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in question and silent begging.

“You can speak now.”

“M-Mommy, you pro-hah-mised t-to make hn-me cu-um!”

“...Watch that tone, little boy.” You glowered before continuing. “Remind mommy what she promised you and explain why you deserve it.”

Now you’re being unfair again and Monoma doesn’t want to deal with how you’re suddenly trying to milk out his responses to the way you want. Crossing his arms and glaring down at you, he mutters, “Wh-why should I? Did y-you forget?” 

Humming, you move your hands to his hips, rubbing your thumb on the cheap material covering them before beginning to lift him off, at least trying to. “Guess mommy should go back to her room since her baby boy decided to be a little bitch.”

“No!” That’s startling on both your ends hearing such a loud, anguished tone come out of him. Bottom lip trembling and quickly putting his hands to grip tightly at the skirt, Monoma holds back a sob. 

“I’m so-sorry, mommy! ‘m not a-a, um, little b-bitch. I’m sorry.” Ending with a whisper, he slowly puts all of his body weight down on your lap, wanting to keep you there and make it impossible to lift him off, and hangs his head in defeat. (Really, it’s because of shame, but you’ll never hear that from him.)

Do you not realize how hard he’s shaking? He can feel his heartbeat in his ears and hear it from his brain. He’s all sweaty and flushed red, his pupils dilate every time you look deep into them. He’s seen the way your eyes light up when glancing at his weeping dick, and he loves how wet it looks, it feels, it sounds, whenever he shifts. 

Most importantly, other than his neglected manhood slowly turning a shade of purple, his prostate has been teased for so long that he just wants to ride you hard enough to find bruises tomorrow and hypothetically ‘destroy your cock’.

“If you’re sorry, you’ll tell me what I want to hear. I’m not going to repeat what I asked for.”

Gulping to ease down the shame building up in his body, he lifts his head enough to catch your gaze before softly responding. 

“Mommy, um, promised I-I get to cum… she’ll m-make me cum if I-I stopped movin’ s’ much.” Goddamn it, Monoma, get yourself together! “I d-deserve this be-because I stopped. Was a g-good ba-um, baby boy.” He loves hates it when you make him do this, even if not often.

Satisfied with the answer you’ll probably only ever hear once and as clear as possible, you nod your head. 

“Then fuck yourself on my cock, Neito.”

No need to repeat yourself. Every little noise he tried so hard to hold back, every twitch and shudder he tried so hard to subdue, every twist of his face to show off the agonizing pleasure is quickly overcoming his insides and dick.

He’s whimpering so loudly, so shamelessly, as he bounces greedily on your lap. Loud and wet skin slapping against each other, and you at first thought, through every lost huff of air, that it’d be his ass connecting to your lube-covered thighs. Instead, your eyes shift towards his crying cock, the way spurts and spurts of precum are left on your lower abdomen, how this furiously blushing extremity keeps slapping itself onto you with every one of his desperate bounces. It’s even wetter than moments ago, you would’ve thought it’d be lube.

Monoma opens his eyes, which seemed to have closed at some point, and looks down at your face, huffing out airy whines of ‘what’, not knowing what you’re looking at. His dick has been wet with his precum for the past hour, so what could be new?

Until he looks down at himself and is mesmerized with how his dick, heavy with unreleased cum and flushed with blood, is tainting and slapping against your beautiful skin with his horny juice- wait, how stupid is he to refer to his precum as ‘horny juice?’ 

Stupid enough to forget to close his mouth and make his built up drool mix in with the mess below, his whimpers and whiny moans turning into high-pitched cries of your name and loud moans, a normal person would worry about their neighbors. The more he stares at himself, the louder he gets and the sloppier his hips gyrate.

Until he suddenly feels the tip of the toy punch against his prostate. 

“Ahn! AGAIN! A-aga-again! Nngain!” Monoma screams, eyes crossing and welling up with old and new built-up tears, ready to drip down. He’s gripping and pulling the hem of his skirt in all directions, his hands never staying still even when a light rip could be heard upon a harsh pull. He recreates the same move, thighs quivering and tensing, begging to be closed. Each accurate hit to his sensitive spot forces out a louder cry and threatens his tears to let loose. 

His movements get sloppier and lazier. Seems like he’s tiring out, which isn’t good. Sure, you’re hoping to make him cry with pretty tears and ugly sobs, but you were also hoping to make him do so repeatedly. Then again, if he’s tired out, there wouldn't be much fight or snark from him and maybe you can still make him cry freely. 

Good thing you know how to execute fantastic sneak attacks against him.

Under the pillow where your head is situated, you reach for a not-so-small device that kind of looks like a walkie-talkie. Monoma sees this when trying to focus his sight, tensing up at the thought that maybe you were recording this for some benefit or blackmail. But why would you want to blackmail your own boyfriend? Had he done something not to your liking?

The answer came in the form of loud buzzing and sudden quaking starting from deep inside him. 

“Wh-wh-wha-what is- hnngh, st-sto-op!”  Monoma wails out, almost falling onto your body with how powerful the vibrations are churning hot inside of him. His vision is getting blurry, blocked by the tears that finally, finally are let go and kiss his cheeks with every hot trail left behind. 

“You, oh, want me to stop?” He can kind of see your wicked grin, the mockery in your tone and amusement oozing out making him let even more tears fall. Why would you want to stop? 

“St-sto-op?! No? N-no! No! P-pluh-plea- nnnghh!” 

Ah, so he’s gone dumb. He doesn’t realize he said to stop. Well, now you can either continue watching him break on your lap and admire the waterfall of precum and fresh tears and make him continue working for his orgasm; or, you can tease him some more while turning up the intensity of the toy, now that it’s pleasuring you for once. The way it tickles your clit is enough to make your panting much more noticeable and thighs tense. You wonder how a setting at 4 could already drag out such reactions from the blond male. Enticed now, you decide to go with the second choice. 

“P-pluh-plea…? Didn’t think y-you’d be stupid! Where did m-my smart-mouthed baby go? Ugh.” 

“N-n’where m’mmy! ‘m h-here- Fuck! Fuck, pl-please! Please! Mo-more? Nngh!”

“You’re slurring, b-baby. But, you a-asked politely.” You hover your thumb over the ‘+’ button, hips grinding upward to drag out some more tears, more cries, more whimpers as you melt into the bed.

“Mommy’s g-gonna count to 10, al-alright? Ugh, then you’ll c-cum, mm. Understand?” 

You’ve never seen so much eagerness come from Monoma before, well, not unless it’s because he knows he’ll win at something or get to prove his worth even more. But the way he nods reminds you of a bobblehead: empty in the head, cute to look at. 

“G-good. Don’t forget t-to keep riding m-mommy’s big, th-thick cock.” You then lower your voice, sending shivers down his spine even with how hot he feels. “Understand?”

You don’t wait to see more of his eager nods. You press down on the button until it reaches the maximum intensity, which makes your hips jolt up so harshly, thrusting the silicon toy back up to him that it’s enough to make him squeal. Now that’s new. 

As much as you’re enjoying how satisfying the stimulation is on your wet cunt, you can’t help but moan out loud Monoma’s name as the boy’s reduced to short-lived squeals and rapid hiccups, so rapid that you’re beginning to think he might be hyperventilating. Worried, you bring your thumb to reduce the intensity before feeling him grind so desperately on your lap. So without any more distractions or hesitations, you quickly begin the countdown.

“Ten.” Monoma repeats with a strained moan, his hands flailing about as he tries to grab purchase onto something, letting go of his ‘forgotten’ skirt.

“N-nine.” Monoma finally plants his trembling hands onto your shoulders, pinning you down enough to give enough strength to his arms. Hovering over you, you frown at his skirt-covered dick. 

“Ei-eight.” Monoma tenses his thighs as much as possible to stop the shaking. Even if it didn’t do much, he begins riding you again with more vigor and desperation than previously. A high-pitched whine of your name quickly leaves him as his sensitive dick receives friction from the fabric covering it, the stain that had dried over time reviving as more precum marks it.

“Seven- shit.” Monoma’s trying to look down at you. He can’t really see much of anything, not with his tears never stopping or his mind not setting back into an intellectual phase. He can barely think to say anything else but lewd chants of your name and ‘please’, ‘more’, ‘faster’. It’s not until he moans out a timid “f-fu-ugh- fuck!” that you pay mind to the rapidly growing heat in your stomach.

“Six! Fuck, Neito!” Monoma’s continuous chants and growing volume suddenly sound babbled as he drools down on you, his saliva hitting your chin before you growl up at him. No words are exchanged as he swallows the liquid that had accumulated, although with difficulty. His thighs are beginning to burn and shake with exhaustion, quaking even worse than when he was cockwarming you. His riding turned into hard bouncing, finally stealing your breath away physically and providing some movement on the other end of the silicone toy to press harder onto your clit. 

“Fi-five!” Monoma’s eyes cross for the second time, staying longer in that position as he chokes on his scream, all because you’re beginning to meet up with your own thrusts. Your feet planted on the bed as you let go of the control for the vibrator, gripping onto his hips tightly to match him with you. You’re beginning to moan so sweetly, gasping out his name loud enough for him to-

“Cl-clo-ose! F-ugh-fuck! Fuck! Clo-oooose!” 

“Ho-hold it! Hold i-it, baby, a-almost the-there!” God, the heat is growing so deep in you that you know this will be violent.

“Four- shiiit.” Monoma’s sobbing now, ever since you told him to hold it. Mission accomplished, so far. He’s blinking rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears and allow him to actually see you. He needs to see your lewd faces, ignoring the fact he is probably rivaling yours. The intense need to cum is building up far too quickly for him to even catch up and he just wants to cum right here, right now. But if he does, you’ll punish him. So, he tries his best to hold it. 

“Three! Three, Neito!” Monoma’s trying so hard to not cum, to not even think about it, but how can he if his prostate is being overstimulated and his cock keeps receiving such familiar friction, enough to make him sob even louder. He’s not going to make it.

“T-two! Lif-ft your sk-skirt!” Monoma can’t or else he’ll fall on you. But you’re grabbing onto him so hard that he hasn’t felt the need to support himself on your shoulders. Using whatever energy he has left, he throws himself up to his old sitting position, making his bouncing sloppier and unsynchronized with your thrusts. He quickly grabs onto the wet hem, biting his lip as he tries to swallow and control his sobs. Lifting it, he’s rewarded with the sight of his slick covered cock, so red and noticeably throbbing that his eyes slightly roll to the back of his head.

“One! Fuck, one!” Monoma’s mouth opens wide, his throat constricting as every choked moan and cry tries to escape while his ass begins to tighten alarmingly fast around the toy. He jumps when he feels something wrap around him, quickly looking down at himself again to see, then feel, you viciously stroke him. And that does it.

“Cum.”

Monoma gasps as he relaxes his thighs and lets go. One more hit to his prostate and he’s…

He’s quiet.

Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates as you watch him reach his orgasm: on you, in all his beautiful glory, is Monoma Neito. A guy whose back is arched at a certain angle you’re sure it’s uncomfortable. A guy whose nipples are completely being seen through the drenched crop top. A guy whose mouth is leaking trails of drool, but not as much as his eyes are leaking streams of unstoppable tears. A guy whose face is so red and sweaty, his bangs are striking to the skin and his eye color pops out more. A guy whose only warning of his cum leaving his body, as much as his soul had, is to roll his eyes so violently to the back of his head and convulse forward.

You forget about your orgasm as you try your best to support his body in the current position, not wanting him to fall on you or backward. Well, maybe you should’ve let him fall onto you.

His cum spurts seem to be gold medal Olympians in ‘how far can we reach’ and ‘how much can we be’. The first one barely misses your eyes, but the second one hits you on the forehead. With each spurt leaving his twitching cock, Monoma hiccups whiney and loud words of gratitude and mercy, hips jumping up, torso jolting forward. His knuckles are white upon the unforgivable grip he has on his absolutely ruined skirt, slowly but surely being dirtied with each load forced out of him with the still-buzzing toy inside him.

This whole scene is enough to remind you about turning down the intensity of the vibrations while grinding slowly, both to help milk him out his incredibly overwhelming high and to bring you back to the tip of paradise. 

By the time he’s done, he nearly collapses on you but first lifts himself, somehow, off of the toy before leaning back onto your lifted thighs. He’s still twitching, the color of his face slowly coming back as his eyes dry up from the tears. The socks have moved a bit down on his legs and most of the pretty hello-kitty themed hair clips are barely fastened on his hair. You’re pretty sure some are littered around the bed.

Monoma’s eyeing his mess curiously and taking in a cum-covered you before he scoops up some of his cum, tastes himself and you both moan softly. You turn the toy off, still rolling your hips as much as possible to ride out your harsh, hot, and wet orgasm. You’re pretty sure you somehow squirted, but that doesn’t matter too much right now. 

Because the moment Monoma came back to his senses and made eye contact with you, you find yourself living in a slow-motion picture: with a shaky hand, he uses the same fingers to write down his first name before scooping up as much of his excess cum and, without any warning, moves forward to thrust his fingers in your mouth, dragging the pads of his fingertips down onto your tongue as you swallow. 

Pulling his fingers out slowly while giggling breathlessly, his signature smirk grows onto his blissed-out face.

“H-how do I ta-taste, m-mommy?”

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[yikesharringrove]

I have a headcanon that Billy doesn"t really know how to apologize like most people do. To him, the words are kind of empty so he just does things for people instead. Things like replacing all of the dishes with better quality ones for the Byers, making the girliest clothes Max hates disappear and replaced with things she likes, a new slingshot showing up in Lucas's locker, breaking into a car to fix it. Steve is weirdly charmed by it.

These may both be you? But here’s a combo since they’re p much the same idea

anonymous asked: Billy has forgotten how to actually connect with people so he shows affection through acts of chaotic good, like planting catnip all over the yard of the lady who allergic for yellomg at Max or breaking into a car so he can fix the engine. Steve figures out Billy is the one doing all these oddly kind things but he is still kind of intimidated by the blonde so instead of thanking him out right he just leaves things like cigarettes and baked good for him in his car. Have fun with that one!

This got pretty long so I put some of it under the cut.

-

Billy didn’t believe in the words I’m sorry.

They just didn’t make sense  to him. He had never heard the words when someone actually meant them, and fuck knows he’s never actually meant those words before.

But that does not mean there aren’t things in his life he regrets.

For example: beating the shit outta Steve Harrington.

He felt like absolute fucking garbage about it. 

Harrington hadn’t deserved that shit. Billy was just runnin’ hot that night, and Harrington had been unlucky enough to have bad timing.

But he didn’t know how to fix it.

So he started leaving snacks in Steve’s locker.

He noticed how he would always be giving his friends the food off his fucking plate, so he would shove granola bars, candies, even made him a sandwich one day.

He watched as Steve would eat whatever it was Billy had left for him, just fuckin’ chowed down without question.

He would look into classes, find out where Steve sat and leave little treats on his desk.

“Mr. Harrington, I think you may have a secret admirer.” Steve flushed a little at the cupcake, and shoved it into his mouth in two bites at the beginning of history class, but he wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, and figured whenever this chick came forward, he would thank her for being so thoughtful, and let her down gently.

-

After leaving Harrington alone with all his snacks, Billy set his sights on his other regret.

He had Max hadn’t always fought and bickered. True, Billy wasn’t the warmest, when they first met, but once he got his car they would drive around together a lot. He’d take her to the arcade and the boardwalk. They both didn’t like being home too much.

So when Billy’s informed he’ll be watching Max for the weekend while Neil takes Susan to the city, he forms a little plan.

There’s one Chinese restaurant in Hawkins. It’s totally not authentic, not like the dim sum they used to get wandering around San Fransisco, but they had steamed pork buns and Billy picked up eight.

He let Max do whatever she wanted that weekend, figured they would have better luck with one another if they both acted like outdoor cats, coming and going as they pleased, but come Sunday evening, all the pork buns were gone, and there was an unopened pack of cigarettes on his nightstand.

-

Regret number three: Lucas Sinclair.

Billy probably felt the most fucked up over this kid.

He’d gone after him, a fucking child, in his blind rage.

He had figured that out when he came to on the floor of that weird house, sitting up empty and alone, realizing I’m just like Neil.

He had seen all those kids with their nerdy toys, went out to RadioShack, early Sunday morning, leaving with a light wallet and a new idea.

Dustin was arguing with Mike over the realism of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, like there was anything realistic about it.

Lucas rolled his eyes, opening his locker, his mouth dropping open when he saw something inside.

He pulled the bag out, peering inside.

There were six brand new walkie talkies inside.

They were better than the ones they already used, had further range and more channels.

Everyone went silent.

“Um, these aren’t mine.”

Max’s eyes went wide. She snatched something up from the top shelf of Lucas’s locker.

The new Wrist Rocket had a note attached to it. She knows this handwriting, but couldn’t place it.

Enjoy the new gear. Don’t quit saving the world.

“Do you think they’re from Steve?”Max furrowed her brows at the note.

And then everything clunked into place.

“Maybe.”

The boys were tearing into the new walkies.

She got two cokes from the vending machine at lunch, handing one quietly to Billy when she got in his car after school.

-

Billy doesn’t really know what he’s doing here.

He had driven Max to one of her nerdy little friend’s houses, and somehow he got roped into staying? He doesn’t even remember.

But now he’s standing with a short kind woman, in the exact kitchen he beat the shit out of Harrington in, with Steve himself leaning against the other wall, watching the kids like some kinda hawk.

Billy’s hands were shaky, and he inserted himself into washing dishes from dinner.

He noticed most of them had chips, and all of them were mismatched. He put them away quietly, and drove to the nearest home goods store he could find.

Ceramic plates didn’t run too much, and he got a nice set of three different sizes, twelve plates of each size, light blue like the one he broke.

He left them on the porch, parked his car down the road a ways.

He rang the doorbell, sprinting and diving into the bushes before anyone can see him.

He watched as one of the sons, the one his age, the one in his English literature class, opened the door, his brow furrowing at the box of new plates.

“Um, Mom? Somebody left us a set of plates?”

He closed the door, but the took the plates with him.

-

Billy was sitting on the lawn, had just finished raking up all the damn leaves, and was taking a well-earned smoke break as he watched Max skating up and down the street, practicing her kickflips and ollies.

She cut into the driveway across the street, the only one on the entire block that was well paved, no cracks in the cement.

“Get out of here!” Max started as Mrs. Reynolds, a mean old woman was shouting through her screen door. “You little hooligan! You’re going to leave marks!”

Max bit her lip, trying not to laugh as she boarded back over to their house, standing next to Billy.

“I’ll be having a word with your father!” She rolled her eyes as Billy ground his jaw.

Cat nip was way more expensive than Billy was expecting, but he bought plenty of packages, returning home just past sunset.

He waited until about three in the morning, when Mrs. Reynolds’ sprinklers had finally turned back off before he climbed out his window, spreading the cat nip through her yard.

He flipped her house the bird.

Max was awed at the cats the next morning as Billy drove them both to school.

There must’ve been at least a hundred.

“Isn’t Mrs. Reynolds allergic?” Billy tried not to laugh.

“Damn. That sucks for her.”

-

Billy was sitting on the hood of his car, reading one of his lit books while he waited for Max to get out of her nerd club.

He startled a little bit when someone knocked on the hood.

And it was Harrington, smiling sheepishly at Billy.

“The Byers got some new plates last night. You know anything about that?” Billy tracked the thin scar on Steve’s head. It disappeared into his hairline. Billy wonders how long he had sat in front of a mirror, picking glass out of his thick hair.

“Who’re the Byers?” Steve huffed a laugh.

-

Max was standing in front of the mirror looking like a grumpy old cat.

Susan had bought her a lovely new dress, and Max fucking hated it. Susan was fussing over it, saying I ordered it from the Sears catalog! and can you believe it was only fifteen dollars?

Billy slipped a five and a ten into Susan’s purse later that day, taking the dress to the Goodwill downtown.

He found Max a couple crappy t-shirts there, bands she would hum to on the radio, shit like Journey and Foreigner, and slid them into her closet where the dress used to be.

She wore one the next day, blinking slowly at him over breakfast.

He avoided all eye contact.

-

Steve has long legs.

this was of course something Billy always knew, but watching him stalk in all his righteous fury down the street towards the high school really solidified that fact for Billy.

He was stomping, his strides long as he hustled to class. Billy thought about offering him a ride, didn’t think they were there yet.

Billy found himself in Steve’s driveway later that night, popping the hood of Steve’s dead car and searching over everything with a flashlight.

Billy rolled his eyes.

Steve had probably always paid someone else when his car broke down, didn’t realize if your oil was low, your car wouldn’t work.

Billy kept a few cans in his trunk, refilled the bad boy for Steve, making sure that was it.

He found nothing else wrong and Steve pulled into the school parking lot the next morning.

Billy could feel Steve staring at him when he walked into school.

He found Steve sitting on his car at lunch, holding the sandwich Billy had snuck into his locker, and a loaf of bread wrapped in cling film. .

Billy raised an eyebrow.

“I saw you last night.” His cheeks went hot. “Thanks for fixing my car. And all the snacks and stuff. And for the Byers’ plates. And for all the stuff with Max.”

“Nothin’s happened with Max.” Steve appraised him for a moment.

“She said you’re being nicer.” He held up the bread. “Homemade banana bread. Made it while you were being not at all stealthy fixing my car.” He smiled at Billy, one a’ those perfect sunshine smiles Billy had only ever seen Steve direct towards his kids.

“I just changed your oil. Car won’t run if you don’t got oil.” Steve furrowed his brow.

“My gas tank was full. I had just filled it.”

“Nah Pretty Boy, oil. It’s different.” And Billy took a deep breath. “Could show you, if you like. Teach you some basic car shit. How to jump, how to change a tire.”

Steve beamed at him.

“I’d like that! I don’t know shit about fixing cars. Always figured it would go way over my head.”

“It’s pretty easy. There’s usually only a few major things that go wrong in nice cars that are easy fixes. You’ll figure it out quick.” Steve slid off his car, and Billy lamented that for a minute, liked how Steve looked perched on Billy’s car, wondered how he’d look in the passenger seat, in the backseat-

Steve pushed the bread into Billy’s hands.

“Y’know, I forgive you. For that night.” Billy tightened his jaw. Steve’s eyes were a little green in the sun. “There was a lot goin’ on, and I was being sketchy. I don’t hold it against you.”

“I, uh, thanks, I guess. I’m sorry, about it.” Steve smiled at him again, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a bit.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve took a bite of his sandwich, his cheeks all cute and full. “And I’m more of a ham and cheese fan.” Billy rolled his eyes at Steve, taking with his mouth full of turkey sandwich.

“Sorry man, you get what Susan buys.” Steve laughed, his mouth still full. Billy was uncomfortably endeared by it.

“Don’t be surprised to find some lasagna on your porch one night soon.” And Steve winked at him, walking backwards towards the school. “You’re not so bad, Billy.”

“Tryin’ not to be.” Steve gave him a stupid little finger gun. Billy’s heart melted.

“You’re doin’ a good job.” And Steve set off back into the school.

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