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incorrect-riordanverse · 7 months

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finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

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wroteclassicaly · 11 months

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Walk Until You Belong

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: Amongst confusing and mixed up words, you think you realize where you really stand, with those who matter the most to you, particularly Eddie Munson.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, teases Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, anxiety, panic attack, extreme self-esteem issues, HEAVY on the angst, no happy ending (this one hurts, folks), Eddie is mean with his words, depression, & extremely (be warned) sad thoughts.

A/N: This thought randomly came to me in the car today, then proceeded to poke and prod at me until I wrote it down/out. This is what came of it, and it’s a product of mind mindset, as of lately. Please read the warnings and air with caution, because it’s meant to work out my own feelings, and as of now, there’s no second part planned and there isn’t a happy ending here. I leave it open-ended. Just know, this piece is really vulnerable to me, and I’m not gonna and say I didn’t cry a little while writing this, so I feel like it’s a personal breakthrough, and I wanna share it with you all ❤️♥️

Sidenote: Using the nickname of Princess in this fic, instead of Y/N. Also, Eddie isn’t nice in this. He’s not exactly awfully, openly mean, but his words are pretty cruel. So… be warned! Nancy makes an appearance as well!

You didn’t really peg Eddie Munson for a mean person. Intimidating, sure, tough because he needed to be - yeah. But outright cold and as nasty as his former bullies? You stand frozen, back against the cool wall of the hospital corridor. They’re still talking, bonding, two completely different people that never knew one another three months ago, yet they’re making it work. You’ve known the entirety of the party since this whole underworld shit began, roped in by being Dustin’s neighbor and giving him rides home from Hellfire for his mom.

No one ever called you outside of the world ending, outside of you taking a kid some place, bringing your random gifts, lending an ear on the phone when the trauma got too much. You weren’t invited to their gatherings, you weren’t in on their inside jokes, but you figured if you made yourself more approachable, more social. And seeing how they welcomed Eddie, someone you had admired since your freshman year - you were sure it was gonna work, that you were slowly being accepted. You helped defeat monsters and evil men, dark creatures, and underworlds. It was you who helped Steve Harrington drag Eddie’s bleeding and mauled body back into your world.

Since that night three months ago, you have done everything to help him. Brought his school work so he could graduate, promised to hand deliver his diploma if he wasn’t strong enough by mid June to walk across that stage, even saying you’d flip Higgins the double bird for him. You tried to help him plan campaigns, you bought him several tapes, and most recently - you’d taken up a magazine subscription of his favorite metal scene, just so he would have all copies. He was always so boisterous, making you melt and smile, and you wanted to help put some light back into his eyes after he’d lost a lot of that sparkle. The issue you got in the mail today, it looked promising, making you eager to take it to him on your lunch break from the video store.

Recently able to fight off your anxieties and getting into the workplace to cover shifts for Steve as he healed, you had extra money to spare and a pep in your step. But when you had reached Eddie’s room door in the hospital, Steve’s voice had halted you. You’d pressed your back aside and out of view, a smile on your lips as they mentioned you. They were gonna be your friends, maybe Eddie would even show you what certain things meant in the magazine, what he liked about their scene, his scene. You wanted to know so much about him, but could never muster the courage to ask.

“I thought the Princess was coming by today?” Your nickname. Not one in malice, but one gifted by your peers for your love of literature. It extended to everyone, apparently.

Your heart leapt, pulse in your throat, eyes casting down at the glossy cover in excitement. And then Eddie had sighed deeply, as if he was in pain. You were prepared to go and get a nurse, when he speaks out, “Seriously, dude?”

Your brows had knit in confusion, a gnawing starting in your stomach, a coolness chilling in your muscles, scraping apart your veins and brimming them full of ice. Steve confirmed, causing you to step back further out of sight. You should’ve left immediately, because you knew you were not going to be able to handle what Eddie’s reply would be, what you fooled yourself into thinking wouldn’t happen.

“What if I pretend to be asleep? Think she’ll leave and go bother someone else?”

A sharp ache pries apart your ribcage and fills it with hot ash, wafting smoke from the destruction suffocating your throat. The first wave of tears prickles your sclera, clouding your vision as your head bows.

“Munson…” Steve sighs.

“Listen, Harrington, I know I’m a freak, man, but she’s just weird. She doesn’t even know me and she subscribed to a magazine I have, just to bring me the issues. She tries to get involved in my campaigns. I know she drives Henderson around and that she’s fought all that nasty shit with you guys, but like… She’s not even in your ensemble of friends, is she?”

Your entire lifetime of actions involving them all flash in the forefront of your mind, and everything you went through by their sides.Have you done anything so out of the ordinary that none of them haven’t? You’re not loud, not like Eddie is, you’re not extremely quirky. You were sure you weren’t bothering anyone when you started being more vocal. Salt. You taste its first humiliating tang hit your lips, your tears free flowing.

“Not really.” Is what Steve responds with, prying back your subconscious with a crowbar and letting reality crack your skull open to let your insecurities flood you until you begin to feel the beginning stages of dissociating panic.

More than two years and you’re still considered a nobody to people you fought beside and nearly died for. People you convinced yourself that they just needed to know you, to see, and they would care about you just as much as you care about them. You realize, however, with a sickening irony, that Vecna must have been fooled by your sated mindset, thinking you weren’t alone and that you were happy, or he would’ve targeted you instead of someone else. And that part, the deep part that’s engraved into your DNA, rooted to every cell and particle, it bites back thoughts you try not to pin on yourself. Maybe he should’ve.

“Hey, Princess, what’s going on?” Her sweet perfume and her soft demeanor make your body feel like it’s weighted down, caught and unable to escape. You don’t look at her yet, turning your head to attempt (pathetically) to wipe your tears and clear your vision.

Steve and Eddie hear and the conversation is halted, their smiles happy and comfortable. But even as you bypass Nancy’s concerned looks, her question at your obviously panicked expression, forcing yourself to walk into the room with her to save face — you aren’t buying either boy’s look. It’s not you they’re happy to see. You shift, a discomfort squeezing your sternum and extending into your guts, anxiety using your esophagus as a trampoline and tempting your food to expel. You feel as if you’re not even here, that this isn’t real, that it’s a nightmare bigger than anything you’ve ever faced.

Dealing with demons and evil creatures that only existed in storybooks is one thing, but doing it alone, knowing that that’s all you’ve ever truly been… it’s worse than when you automatically followed Nancy into that rift to save Steve. No one called you after Vecna, sans one simple call from Steve to ask if you needed anything. But that was it. Your brain snaps back, still able to get you as you’re not all here. King Steve hated you, and not even this kind version cares for you.

You’ve kept the magazine at your side so far, and you let it fold in your tight grip, crushing and crumbling the pages, voice becoming weak and breathless as Steve asks why you’re here, a grin on his face, knowing already. Fuck this. You’re drowning and you need to get the fuck out of here.

“I have to go. I’m… I gotta go, I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks, shatters your facade, and you don’t look at anyone.

Nancy leans out as you move quicker down the hallway, faster than anticipated. She watches your arm elongate and toss something into one of the janitorial cart’s trash cans.

“What the hell was that about?” Steve is confused, Eddie bewildered.

“I was gonna ask you guys. She looked upset before we even came in here,” Nancy responds.

“Didn’t you two walk in together? Maybe somebody bothered her, or she saw something?” Steve questions once more.

“We all agreed to give her space, just like we always do. So no, I didn’t want to crowd her. She was already here anyway, just standing outside the door and looking… I don’t know, lost? I’ve never seen the expression that was on her face before.”

Eddie feels as if something else entirely has re-stripped his recently healed skin. Steve swallows harshly and fixes Eddie with an immediate glare, both sharing realization and regret.

“She just trashed some magazine, maybe it was because of that —“

“Shit. Fuck, man.” Eddie finally speaks, starting to lift his upper body, his underused limbs protesting, stitched skin screaming.

“Stop, I’ll go, okay?” Steve interjects, resting bitch face activated and his jaw clenching, upset he let himself say what he did, and is already out the door, leaving Eddie to explain to the ever inquisitive Nancy Wheeler and her journalistic heart and soul.

By the time Steve catches up to you, jogging and slightly out of breath, he isn’t prepared to share his ex’s sentiment on your tormented expression. You look… demolished, haunted. Steve has felt it, a fragment of what bullshit you must be feeling, given what you’ve just heard. He’s done a lot of things, but he’s never felt more like an asshole than he does now, staring at your trembling hands that drop your car keys twice, your eyes so full of tears he wonders how you were even able to see to get out of the building and into the parking lot. He has the sudden overwhelming urge to wrap you into his arms and hold you. So he lets his instincts go and attempts to reach out.

You sound strangely reserved, settled. You smile sadly, wiping at your eyes, the skin raw and overheated. “No. I understand, okay. I got it. I really do. I’m fine.”

“Princess, you don’t have to —“

A beeping sounds off between the two of you, your fingers reaching into your belt loop and unclipping the beeper after a quick glance. You still don’t look at Steve. He can feel his own irises becoming shrouded with tears, his chest being clawed apart and dug into. It hurt more than any hive mind bats or Russian torture. You sidestep away from him, mumbling. “It’s Keith. I have to go.”

“It’s my shift, Princess,” Steve grasps your wrist in his big palm and squeezes, trying to pull you back to him, to convey, to express. He cares. He didn’t mean it in the way that you thought, “Please?”

You jerk yourself away from him. You look angry now, and wipe your nose at the same time Steve does - water finding his lash line.

“I took the shift. It’s fine. Goodnight.”

You’re falling apart as you turn around again, not permitting yourself to watch Steve and his attempts to amuse your anguish with pity - standing in the parking lot, wiping at his nose continuously, in your rear view.

Steve grits his teeth as the tears drip onto his cheeks, his hands running up into and through his hair. They beyond fucked up…

// Eat me paragraph //

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hunterscabin · 1 year

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That’s What I’m Here For

Request: Can you please write an asthmatic reader and Sam and Dean help calm her during an attack because they know what to do - helping her count and breathe and use the inhaler because it’s a really bad attack (I live for whump!) - Anonymous

Pairings: Sam x Asthmatic!Reader; Dean x Asthmatic!Reader

Warnings: Asthma attack; panicked reader; whump; worried Sam & Dean; fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Thank you for the prompt, Nonnie! I actually have asthma, so this was somewhat cathartic to write. I hope you enjoy!

Morning had always been your favorite time to run. There was something so calming about watching nature wake up: the sun rising over the treetops, birds greeting the day with their happy chirps. Living the stressful life of a hunter made you truly appreciative of these peaceful moments, and you did your best to incorporate them into your daily routine.

You were on a small trail that looped around the woods near the bunker. It stretched roughly two miles, the perfect length for a morning jog. Although you maintained a steady pace, you noticed your breathing rate increase around the one and a half mile mark. Wanting to enjoy the tranquility of the outdoors a little longer, you shrugged off the warning sign. Now, on the last leg of your run, a familiar sensation tugged at your chest.

Slowing your pace, you reached into your running belt and felt for your inhaler. When you found nothing, you tried the other pocket. It wasn’t there.

“How could I be so stupid,” you wondered. Asthma had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember, and you always had an inhaler with you in case of emergencies.

Panicking would surely make things worse, so you ran through your usual mantra of reassuring phrases:

“You can still talk, which means you’re getting enough air.”

“Your inhaler is close.”

“Sam and Dean will be able to help."

While your personal pep talk kept your mental game in check, the tightness in your chest continued to twist, and you were beginning to feel your throat constrict. By the time the bunker came into view, you were in the throes of a full-blown asthma attack.

The bunker door was twice as heavy in your current condition, but with a weak heave, you managed to nudge it open just enough to slink through. The door closed behind you with a thud, and you braced yourself against the loft railing.

"Y/N,” Sam called when he heard the bunker door close, “Dean found a hunt while you were on your run.” When you didn’t reply, Sam shouted after you again. “We’re in the library!”

No longer able to support yourself, you fell to your hands and knees gasping for air.

“Y/N?” Dean yelled a little louder, thinking you may not have heard Sam. When you still didn’t respond, the brothers exchanged a worried look.

You needed help, but you could no longer speak; there was no way you had enough breath to call downstairs. Trying to conserve what little energy you had left, you kicked over a small bucket of bullet casings sitting next to the door. At the sound of shells loudly scattering across the floor, Sam and Dean darted toward the stairs.

“Y/N!” Sam and Dean’s speed increased when they saw you on all fours. They quickly scaled the staircase and were next to you within seconds. Dean landed at your side and placed a hand on your back. Sam knelt in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Sam’s hands moved from your cheeks to your shoulders and down your arms as he felt for injuries.

You responded by placing a hand on your chest.

“Y/N/N, are you having an asthma attack?"

Your eyes widened in confirmation and both brothers began to move on autopilot.

"Where is your inhaler?” Sam couldn’t hide the concern in his voice. He and Dean had been helping you cope with asthma ever since you joined them, but it never got any easier seeing you struggle for air, especially when an attack was this bad.

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a stifled wheeze. Sam knew they were running out of time.

“I think she keeps one on her nightstand?” Dean offered. Again, words failed you, but found the strength to nod “yes.” As soon as he had confirmation, Sam shot up and ran to your bedroom. Without Sam to lean on, you began to sway, and Dean slid behind you for support.

“Lean against me, Y/N/N.” Dean eased you into a seated position between his legs. Your fists gripped the rough material of his jeans as you fought for air.

“I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but try to relax.” Dean’s big hands enveloped your upper arms. He massaged them as he ran his thumbs across your shoulders. Your head lolled back in the crook of his neck.

“That’s my girl,” he soothed, “Try to match my breathing.” You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, but no matter how hard you focused, you could not calm the urgency coursing through your body. You were fighting a losing battle against the panic churning inside you when you heard the comforting sound of Sam’s boots growing louder as he bound up the stairs.

Sam crouched down, and you reached out a shaking hand to take your inhaler from him. “I’ve got it, baby girl.” Sam flashed you a sympathetic smile, “You just relax against Dean.”

Sam wrapped one hand behind your neck and eased the pump between your lips with the other.

“Ready?” You nodded weakly and Sam released a puff into your mouth. Sam’s heart dropped as he watched most of the medicine billow past your lips.

“I know it hurts, Y/N, but you have to do your best to take a deep breath.” Sam’s hand left your neck. “When you feel ready, squeeze my hand, and I’ll give you another puff, okay?”

You closed your eyes, mustering all of the strength you could and squeezed Sam’s hand. He discharged the medicine, and you took a shaky but complete breath.

“That’s it, Y/N/N,” Sam encouraged, “Let’s do a couple more.” After two more puffs, the tension in your throat eased. Sam set down the inhaler and grabbed your other hand.

“Slow breaths, Y/N/N,” Sam lowered his head to yours, “Look at me, baby.” Sam took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth. You followed his example and took a shaky breath of your own.

“In: one, two three,” Sam coached, “Out: one, two, three, four, five.” He could see your face begin to relax as the medicine took its full effect.

“Good job, Y/N/N. In: one, two, three. Out: one, two, three, four, five.”

Sam guided you through counting your breaths until your breathing evened and returned to a normal rate.

“How you feelin’, honey?” Dean questioned behind you, his hands still rubbing your arms.

“Better,” you replied in a raspy voice. “My chest is still tight.”

“We’ll get you downstairs to your room and set up a breathing treatment.” Sam assured. Both brothers were surprised when you shook your head “no.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean’s voice was gentle but firm, “you need a breathing treatment.”

“I know,” you wheezed, “Sammy’s room."

"You want to go to my room?” Sam asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. You usually wanted Dean after a particularly bad attack. When you nodded “yes,” his heart swelled. “Of course we can go to my room, Y/N/N. C’mere.”

Sam got on one knee and scooped you up in his arms. He carried you down to his room and laid you on the bed. He turned to go prepare your breathing treatment, but you grabbed his hand. Dean saw and smiled at his younger brother. “I’ve got it,” he mouthed across the room.

Sam walked around to the other side of the bed and propped up several pillows. He took off his boots and crawled in, leaning against the headboard. He reached over and pulled you to him, lifting you onto his chest. He used a pillow to support your back, knowing that being elevated would help your breathing.

Dean came back with your nebulizer and set it on the bed next to Sam. He filled the cartridge with medicine and attached the tubing to the mask. Dean gently lifted your head and placed the mask over your nose and mouth. He turned on the machine, and you began breathing in the mist, feeling relief almost immediately. Dean leaned in, placed a kiss on your forehead, and then looked down to his brother.

“I’m gonna get her some water, you need anything?"

Sam shook his head. All he needed was to know that you were okay. Dean left for the kitchen and Sam tightened his grip around you.

"Thank you, Sammy,” you muttered through the mask. Sam exhaled in amusement at your gratitude. As if there was anything he and Dean wouldn’t do to keep you safe.

“Anytime, Y/N/N,” he placed a kiss on top of your head, “That’s what I’m here for."

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rose-pearls · 11 months

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You're losing me - Part 2

This is a part 2 to this fic! So happy that some of you liked it and I hope you enjoy reading this second part!

‘Hi leave a message after the beep, I’ll make sure to call you later!’

‘It’s Jake. I know you probably blocked my number or something but I-’, a sob can be heard on the other end of the line. ‘I just need to talk to you, please. I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry for what I did, you need to know that. You-you were in my life for just a few weeks and yet you flipped it upside down.’, the voice quivers for a moment and they release a deep sigh. ‘Every time I see kittens I think of you, every time I see a golden retriever I think of you, hell I even think of you when I see a jet taking off. I can’t get you out of my mind, it feels like I lost a part of me that night.’, shaky breaths are taken, and another sob can be heard. ‘I killed someone.’, the voice whispers barely audible. ‘Everyone was congratulating me, but I feel sick, I’m hiding in the storage closet hoping to stop seeing him appear in front of me. The only thing I can think about is when you were there for me that night and I guess I need you back with me, please call me.’, a long silence follows, shaky breaths taken before shaky words are whispered. ‘I wanted to tell you this in person but I-’

‘This message has reached his length limit. Please call the person back or end this call.’

You didn’t know how to feel, coming back to Top Gun after everything that happened but it wasn’t like you had a choice. Your Captain had quietly told you to take your things and join the secret mission, he had a somber look when telling you that, but you tried to ignore it.

The Hard Deck was still there two years later, and it seemed to still be as crowded as you looked from your car. Before you finally convinced yourself to enter the bar you saw a blue bronco stop next to yours and a man with a moustache getting out, walking towards the bar. You couldn’t help but snort at his Hawaiian shirt and moustache.

After a small pep talk you convinced yourself to get out and in the Hard Deck, who knew maybe he wasn’t there. You knew that you were kidding yourself, even Steph had been called back, they were apparently calling back the best or the best. That was the only information she had been able to get out of her dad.

The bar is loud, but you can’t hear it over your heartbeat, beating loudly in your ears and even though you take a look across the room you manage to not see your father who is looking like he has seen a ghost.

“Fire?!”, the callsign makes you look towards the pool table, and you see Phoenix in the distance looking at you with wide eyes and a bright smile.

“This must be an important mission if you’re here.”, she says and you smile in answer, bringing her into a hug.

“Good to see you too Nat.”, she smiles, and you turn around to find a group of pilots looking at you but there is one that get your attention even after two years.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

He looks good, even after two years he still manages to take your breath away and make butterflies fly in your stomach, but you push them down, remembering yourself of what happened. He looks slightly taken aback and is looking at you with sad green eyes, but you ignore them, looking away.

“So, does anyone have any information?”, you try to say without your voice shaking and by some small miracle you manage.

“Not more than you do.”, the man with the moustache tells you and you look at him curiously.

“Right, you probably haven’t some of the people here before.”, Phoenix says before starting to make a tour of the room.

“And that is Bob, my new WSO!”, she says, and you smile at the shy man, he smiles back, and you know that he is probably going to be quite the competition.

“I think we’ve met before?”, you can’t help but ask Bob and he nods after a moment.

“Deployment in Nebraska.”, you think about it before smiling at the memory.

“That’s right! Cain was something.”, you say trying not to grimace but Bob chuckles and nods in agreement.

“Glad to be away from that!”, before you can say anything else you hear the music stop suddenly and see Rooster at the piano.

“Does he do that often?”, you ask Phoenix, and she lets out a sigh.

“Unfortunately, yes, but he has the talent for it.”, she shrugs her shoulders before joining the rest, but you just shake your head in amusement and leave towards the patio outside.

Someone gets thrown outside and you can’t help but smile at Penny’s rules, that woman had always fascinated you. You hear footsteps behind you, and you assume it’s Steph that has finally arrived, but you turn around to see Jake. He looks unsure, it’s a far different look from the one he had in there a minute ago, looking so cocky and arrogant. He looks so much younger when he looks at you with those sad green eyes, shoulders hunched like he is trying to hide himself.

“Hangman.”, you say after a long silence of looking at each other, unable to say his name.

“Fire.”, there is a silence that follows before Jake takes a deep breath.

“You look good.”, he says, and you smile sadly at him.

“I’m good, better than last time we saw each other.”, you whisper but Jake seems to have heard it as he flinches slightly at the words.

“I was hoping we could talk?”, he asks so quietly that you nearly didn’t hear him, but you do and you feel your heart beating faster but the hurt that comes up takes over.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”, he nods, looking dejected at the floor.

“I – I just can’t do this again.”, you whisper, and he nods in answer, still looking at the floor his hands in his pockets.

“I understand.”, he croaks out and a pained smile appears, making your heart clench painfully.

He leaves and you try not to call him back, because as much as you tried to tell yourself you didn’t care anymore you still did.

Warlock is giving his speech and you try to listen, but you are too busy trying to fight the feelings that are coming back up at the sight of Jake in his flight suit, flashbacks of soft kisses and giggles in the corners of the hallway making you grip your pen tighter.

“Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick.”, this makes you look up, feeling like someone has thrown an ice bucket over you and you silently pray it’s a joke.

Rooster tenses up next to you and you look at him, he looks back at you and you start to think that you aren’t the only one who didn’t expect this.

Your supposed father arrives in front of the class and smiles at all of you, his smile faltering slightly when it comes to you and Rooster. Jake is looking at you with worried eyes, the only one next to Steph to know your lack of relationship with the captain or your genitor.

As he throws the manual into the bin you can’t help but jump slightly, and as he tells you to suit up you take a moment to collect yourself.

“Fire.”, Jake’s voice stops you into the hallway and you look at him questioningly.

“I- are you okay?”, he asks softly, looking around to make sure no one can hear you.

“Of course, I am, why wouldn’t I be.”, you ask, trying to act like you don’t know what he is talking about, but you know that he can see right through you.

“It’s a lot, just know that I’m here.”, he says, looking hesitant at the end and you try not to let the hope blossoming in your chest getting the best of you.

“I’ll be alright but thank you.”, you say after a moment and turn around, getting in the locker-room to get into your gear.

Rooster seems to be in a tense conversation with your father and you can’t help but quickly pass by them with curious eyes. You didn’t know what was happening there, but it seemed like Rooster was pissed at you father, maybe he was another one of his children that he didn’t reach out to. The thought makes you snort quietly but you put yourself back into the right headspace while looking at your aircraft.

The first two teams are a mess, your father making a quick job of sending them back to the tarmac. Jake leaves Phoenix and Bob hanging, and you can’t help but shake your head at his antics. You would never understand why he did this, trying to be an asshole when he was far from it in reality.

“Fire and Thunder your turn.”, Maverick says, and the rest wishes you good luck, passing Phoenix, Bob and Hangman on the tarmac still doing their pushups.

“Do you see him?”, Thunder asks you and you try to look at your radar, hoping to find something but nothing.

“Nope, the man is like a ghost.”, Thunder let’s out an irritated sigh and you look at her.

“It’s probably a trick, the only way we couldn’t see him on the radar is if he was below us or above us somewhere.”, you tell her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, I would prefer it if he didn’t make us waste our time with a trick and got to the dog fighting part.”, before you can respond an F-18 comes up between the two of you making you move.

“Holy shit!”, you hear Thunder say and Maverick chuckles in answer.

“Your wish is my command, Thunder.”, you have just the time to see Thunder’s determined gaze to know that it’s on.

The two of you try to escape him but the old man seems to still have some tricks up his sleeves.

“We need to find a way to get him off our back.”, she tells you and you nod in response, once again avoiding him by a second.

“Let’s do the cat and mouse game.”, she nods in answer before putting herself into a weak position, Maverick seems to fall for the trick and as he puts himself in position to finish her off you fly by blocking his lock and throwing him off just in time for Thunder to pull back and get behind him.

“Shit.”, you hear him whisper and you can’t help but chuckle as Thunder manages to get tone on him.

“Maverick down.”, you say through the comm, Thunder smirking at you before going back to the carrier.

The others are looking at you with equal looks of awe and horror at what you achieved. Maverick arrives a bit after you, looking frustrated.

“Good job Lieutenant, although that was a risky move. If it had been just a second later it could have been dangerous.”, Thunder smirks at him, confidence radiating off her and she just shrugs her shoulders.

“We have been doing this since the academy sir, we knew what we were doing.”, Maverick doesn’t seem pleased but lets the conversation slide. The rest leaves and you turn to do the same thing, but Maverick stops you.

“Could we talk?”, you nod after a moment, wondering what the hell he wanted to talk about.

“You are probably wondering why I asked to talk.”, he says, looking nervous and you nod in answer.

“I – it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other and I was wondering if everything was good between us?”, this makes you snort in answer before looking at him like he was crazy.

“A long time? You stopped reaching out after my fifth birthday and now you are asking if everything is good?”, Maverick looks at the ground ashamed, but you shake your head in disbelief.

“I know, I wasn’t really a good father, and I don’t have an excuse for it, just that there was a lot going on and I had to take care of Bradley.”, you scoff in answer at his excuse.

“You weren’t a father at all. Look, I’m 25 years old now, I don’t need a father. Went my whole life without one, don’t need one now. So why don’t we go back to how it was and let all of this go?”, Maverick looks at you with guilt and sadness in his eyes.

“If that’s what you want.”, he whispers, looking dejected but you try to calm yourself down, knowing that you would say something you would regret.

“I will see you tomorrow then, sir.”, you leave the office and run into a hard chest, green eyes looking back at you, and you are unable to stop the frustrated sigh leaving your lips.

“Are you okay?”, he asks softly.

“I am fine! Alright, just leave me alone Jake, we aren’t together anymore so stop acting like you care.”, you tell him harshly and he flinches, but you leave, feeling the anger and frustration of the talk with your father. Not seeing the heartbroken pilot that you leave behind.

The days go by and every moment in training is rough, but you manage to get through it, Jake keeps his distance like you asked and it feels like a relief but at the same time it’s painful.

His outburst against Rooster makes you look at him in another light, but even as you try to be disgusted by him you can’t help but think he did it on purpose, to push Rooster off that perch.

The only thing Maverick manages to find as a solution is a day at the beach, Thunder grumbles that you all have other things to do but you just shrug your shoulders, thinking that maybe it would do you all some good.

Everyone is already there and as you arrive you see a shirtless Jake. Now you weren’t blind, and that man was sculpted like a Greek god. There was already some sweat on his chest and it made his skin glisten in the sun making feel lightheaded at the sight of it. You try to stop looking but Jake catches you looking, and a confident smirk appears.

The dog fighting football is a mess, but you haven’t had this much fun in years. Running behind each other and trying to make the others fall, while stealing the ball. At one point you think you are going to be doing a touchdown, but someone makes you stumble, and you fall backwards, just caught in time by a smirking Jake.

“Don’t worry, your savior is here.”, you are ready to say something sarcastic in return, but he just puts you back on your feet before taking the ball out of your hands and running away making you look with wide eyes.

“Seresin! You dick!”, everyone starts laughing and you hear Jake’s distinctive laugh, making you feel warm.

“Shouldn’t have gotten distracted.”, he whispers in your ears, and you feel yourself shiver in answer, the smell of his aftershave making your head spin.

The rest of the game is chaotic, and Jake doesn’t stop teasing you, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Frankly Thunder can’t blame you for dragging that cocky pilot to a secluded place and bringing him into a heated kiss. The adrenaline of the last days, the fact that he had been touching you all day long was making you go back in time, and you just needed him. Jake certainly didn’t complain as he immediately kissed back, just as passionately, his hands roaming over your whole body. You stay like that until the two of you have to come back for air and Jake is looking at you with eyes filled with lust and something like love.

“Fuck sweetheart, if I had known that this was the way to get you near me, I would’ve gotten my shirt of sooner.”, he says with a smirk and you are ready to tell him to fuck off before he starts kissing you down your neck, biting softly into the sensitive skin and you try to hold back your moan.

“Jake, we can’t do this here.”, you whisper and he groans, still dropping kisses everywhere he can, and you card your fingers through his hair, pulling on it to make him look at you.

You both look at each other for a moment, your breaths uneven and for a moment you feel unsure.

“Is this a good idea?”, you can’t help but whisper and Jake smiles at you softly.

“Probably not but god I can’t spend another moment without you.”, he tells you and you feel breathless at the words.

“We need to talk afterwards.”, he nods, this time his eyes serious and you nod slowly.

“Good. Now one more thing, I-I haven’t done the deed before.”, you say, grimacing as you tell him that, but Jake has the opposite reaction that thought he would have. His eyes roam over your body before taking your hips and pulling you fully against him, making you gasp.

“You don’t know how much this drives me crazy.”, he says before bringing you into a heated kiss.

“I’m going to make you feel so good sweetheart, so good you will never want anything with anyone else.”, you can only moan in response as he starts kissing your neck again and this time you let yourself completely go.

The sunlight is what wakes you up, strong arms around you and you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“We have an hour until we have to be on base. Thought we could talk.”, Jake says softly, and you turn around to see him looking at you with a tender smile.

“Good thinking.”, you say softly but you don’t know what to say.

“I know last night wasn’t supposed to happen, or at least not in your mind.”, this makes you nod and Jake sighs.

“I’m sorry for everything I did two years ago. I was an idiot and although I can’t take back what I did I don’t think I would take it back.”, this makes you look at him curiously.

“Because otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten to know you like I did.”, the words are raw, honesty in his eyes and you feel breathless.

“Jake-”

“I know, alright, I know. You got hurt and you probably wouldn’t trust me again but I just – I don’t think I can live without you, and I don’t want to try to continue living without you any longer.”, he tells you and you take his hand in yours.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t show you then just how much you meant to me and I’m sorry I didn’t ran after you and fell on my knees to beg you for forgiveness.”, you can’t help but smile at his words.

“You know I thought that I hated you.”, Jake flinches at the words and you squeeze his hand.

“But I guess hating you was just easier then really thinking about how I was feeling. I realized a few months later that I didn’t regret us, even when it ended the way it did. We had some good times, didn’t we?”, Jake nods in answer tears in his eyes mirroring yours.

“I think that even through all of the hurt I never stopped loving you.”, you whisper, and Jake looks at you with wide eyes, before tears roll down his cheeks. You lift up your other hand to brush them away softly.

“I love you so much, you have no idea how much.”, he whispers, and an emotional smile appears at the words.

“I think I do.”, you whisper, brushing a strand of hair back and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch.

He opens his eyes after a moment and just looks at you before putting his forehead against yours and taking you into his arms.

There are still things to talk about, and there is a far too dangerous mission ahead of you but as Jake holds you close in the early morning you feel more at home then you have been in years.

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sagewritings · 2 years

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Car Confessions - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

synopsis: in an attempt to help robin with her crisis in her love life, you and steve set up a plan to help her get closer to vickie. but steve realizes that he might just need the same push with you.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none, aside from very minimal season 4 spoilers (scenes from s4 ep1 only)

a/n: hello everyone! here’s another steve harrington fic <3 this one is shorter than the one i posted a few days ago, but much more chill. this is sort of like an au where vecna doesn’t happen :)

also, if you’d like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>

i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

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There is never a dull or quiet moment whenever you are with Steve and Robin.

“And then there’s Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she’s going out of state for college. So it’s like, do I really want to start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don’t know, does that make sense to either of you?” Steve rambled, looking sideways at you and Robin through his rear-view mirror.

When neither of you spoke, he raised his hands off of the steering wheel.

“Y/n, Robin, are you listening?”

You sighed as Robin ignored him, continuing on her attempts to apply her mascara while holding a small mirror shakily.

“No.” You groaned. “You lost me after talking about ‘Kate’.”

“Cut us some slack, please.” You heard Robin exclaim from the backseat. “It is 7:00 in the morning, we have to go to this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!”

“You’re worried about a basketball pep rally. You expect me to believe that?” Steve gave her a pointed look.

“Yeah… so?”

“We all know what this is about.”

“Who this is about.” You corrected Steve, and both of you chuckled.

“Seriously, Y/n? You’re supposed to be on my side!” Robin threw a glare at you, pushing her head in between you and Steve.

“You know what you got to do? You need to stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around Vickie.” Steve said.

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realize that?” She turns her glare to him.

You shook your head as they continued to argue.

“What time is the championship game again?” Steve asked.

“6:00 p.m.” You answered.

“Want me to pick you up?” He offered.

You prepared to nod but stopped yourself after remembering your plans for this afternoon.

As a treat in regards to the pep rally and championship game, the teachers decided to shorten their class periods for today. You initially planned to return to your home after your classes, seeing that there are a few hours to spare before the game.

“Oh, no. I won’t leave the school. I’ll be with Hellfire until the game.” You smiled.

“With the entire Hellfire or just with Eddie?” Robin teased, pinching your arm.

You rolled your eyes, slightly pulling yourself from her grasp. “Seriously, Robin?”

She shrugged and Steve rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to talk, but you know him well enough to figure out what he was going to say next.

“Before you say anything,” You started. “Eddie is a nice guy. Dustin and Mike wouldn’t love him if he wasn’t.”

“Yeah, except he sells drugs.” He pointed out.

You decided not to reply; you’ve lost count on how many times you two have fought about this.

Admittedly, you were wary about Eddie Munson too. His reputation of being held back to the same grade thrice, and selling drugs on school nights isn’t particularly enticing. But that was before Dustin introduced you to him a month ago.

You weren’t a member of the Hellfire Club, but most people have mistaken you as such because of how much time you spent with them. You did this for two reasons; you started to genuinely like their company, and you needed to make sure that Eddie does not give drugs to Mike and Dustin.

You all reached the school a few minutes later, and you immediately spotted Eddie’s wavy hair by the parking lot. You quickly thanked Steve and grabbed your bag, leaving his car in seconds.

Steve watched as you walked toward your friend. He didn’t have anything personal against Eddie Munson, aside from the fact that you’re being way close to him. Despite all your assurance that you and Eddie are just friends, Steve can’t help but feel envious and protective.

“You confuse me.” Steve recoiled slightly on his seat, forgetting that Robin was still seated behind him.

“What?” He asked her.

“I don’t know why you still go out with those random girls when it’s already obvious that you like Y/n,” Robin said as she began to gather her things.

“I don’t like Y/n.” Steve groaned. “At least not in a way that you think.”

“You may be good at talking with girls, but you are not good at lying, Harrington.”

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“Are you sure you’re not going?” You asked Eddie as you sat beside him, waiting for Mike and Dustin.

“Nah. Watching little boys toss balls into laundry baskets isn’t really my thing.” He shot you a smile, laughing slightly at his words.

“Alright. Well, I got to go.” You stood up.

“Woah, wait. Are you sure? You know you can stay here for a while longer.” Eddie said, looking up at you.

“I’ve been here for hours, Eddie. Besides, I promised Lucas I’ll attend this game.”

Eddie glowered at his name.

You waved the club goodbye and headed to the gym. While walking, you noticed Steve standing in line for the visitors’ entrance.

“Steve!” You called out, and he turned and smiled upon hearing your voice.

“Y/n.” He said.

You two headed towards the bleachers, taking the seats near the band so you can be closer to Robin.

While the others were tense about the game, your and Steve’s attentions were divided. You would occasionally cheer, especially when Lucas was called to replace an injured player, but your eyes would wander towards where Robin and Vickie whispered to each other.

“Aw, our girl’s finally doing it.” You mutter jokingly to Steve.

He snickered. “Do you think she’s asking her out?”

“They’re just starting to get to know each other, Steve.” You rolled your eyes. It was then that an idea popped into your head. “Hey, let’s go for a milkshake after the game.”

“Sure.” Steve agreed.

“With Vickie.” You continued, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Ooh, I think I know where you’re going with this, Y/l/n.” He laughed, immediately catching up.

You shrugged, still smiling as you look back at the game.

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Go. You mouthed at Robin.

As soon as the game ended, you pulled her and shared your plan with Steve. Robin was quick to disagree, eyes wide as she looked at a cheering Vickie. You convinced her that it was just going to be casual, allowing her to spend more moments talking with the girl. After a full minute of contemplation, Robin eventually agreed.

Now, with almost everyone leaving the gym, you quickly motioned for Robin to ask Vickie who was cleaning up her things.

You and Steve watched from your seats, observing the smile and nods between the girls. When Robin pointed at the two of you and Vickie followed her hand, you and Steve waved.

You were giddy the whole time. It was as if you were the one who would be bonding with your crush. Well, technically, that was right too.

Having a crush on your best friend is the most cliche thing ever; you used to think that until it happened to you. But unlike the others, it wasn’t just Steve Harrington’s glorious hair that caught your attention.

You lost count of how many times he openly placed himself in harm’s way just to protect his friends, especially you and the kids. You witnessed him try to fix his mistakes, and you were probably the only person he allowed to see him cry. And regardless of all the silly fights, he shared with Robin, he would still take an additional shift at the Family Video so she won’t be alone.

Naturally, you kept your feelings quiet. Though, you might have slipped a few times because Robin and the kids would often tease you silently.

The ride to the diner took around fifteen minutes, and you were happy that Vickie was at ease with all of you the entire time.

“Two strawberry and two chocolate milkshakes, please,” Steve said to the waitress, shooting her a small smile as he ordered. The lady smiled back at him, returning with the milkshakes a few moments later.

Despite the diner being almost empty, the booth that the four of you chose is located at the corner. You and Steve sat beside each other, facing Robin and Vickie.

“Are you dating anyone?” Robin blurted, and her eyes widened after realizing her words. Before she could reply, Vickie laughed and shook her head.

“Nope.” She said casually as she sipped on her shake, then she turned to you and Steve.

“How about you two?”

Your eyes snapped back between her and Steve, stuttering for an answer. You didn’t know whether she was asking if you and Steve were together, or separately.

“Oh! I’m not dating anyone either.” You chuckled.

Steve uttered the same, cheeks slightly flushed as he distracted himself with his shake.

Meanwhile, Robin’s panicked expression turns into a smug one, a smirk planted on her face as her eyes darted back between you and the boy.

You glared at Robin, asking Vickie a question about the band to redirect the topic.

The next minutes were filled with questions between the four of you, and it seemed that Vickie and Robin are similar in more ways than one. They even shared a simultaneous “no!” when Steve pulled out his wallet to pay, saying that the drinks are his treat.

“Hey, wanna leave them alone for a while?” Steve whispered to you, ensuring that either of the girls couldn’t hear.

You raised your brow. “How?”

“Just follow me.” He said simply, sitting up straight as his voice got back to its normal volume. “Hey, I’ll just check something in my car. I’ll wait for you guys there.”

He stood up, and you three girls nodded your head. He discreetly motioned for you to follow him and you nodded your head, waiting a few seconds after he stepped out of the diner.

“I’ll go check on Steve.” It was your turn to stand, earning a smile from Vickie and a squinted smirk from Robin. “I’ll see you outside. Take your time.”

You hastily walked out, and you caught sight of Steve sitting on the driver’s seat.

“You think your plan worked?” He asked you with a smile as you sat beside him.

“Definitely.” You proudly grinned.

His eyes went from yours to something behind you. No, someone. There were two blonde girls, laughing as they entered the diner.

“Do you know them?” You asked, confused and slightly saddened but still keeping a neutral expression.

“Only one of them. The one with the red bag is Heidi.”

Your eyes widened, recognizing the name from your conversation earlier this morning. “No way. Heidi? Heidi for tomorrow night?”

He shrugged, reclining his seat back.

“Does it work?” You asked him quietly.

“Does what work?” Steve looked at you.

“Going out with many girls until you find someone you like.”

“I guess. It works in helping me find the characteristics I like and don’t like. But that’s it.”

“Do you think you found her?” You picked up one of your legs and tucked it under the other, allowing you to fully face him. When he shot you a confused look, you continued. “You know, ‘the one’?”

Steve’s face softened. “I think I did.”

You felt your insides turn, in a bad way. It already pains you to see him with other women every night. But him saying that he might have found the right one for him, makes you ache even more.

What you didn’t know is that Steve is also trying to maintain his calmness. He has been thinking about Robin’s words before she left his car this morning, and he immediately canceled his future dates after he made up his mind.

He was scared; he was probably more scared of coming forward to you than facing the giant Mind Flayer several months ago. But he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to hug you and kiss you, pull you closer to him whenever you needed someone’s shoulder. Most of all, he wanted to be honest.

“Really?” You asked, trying to keep your tone positive.

“Mhm. Never realized it until this morning, actually.”

You raised a brow in question, and he took it as a sign to continue.

“Y/n…” He started. He looked like he was about to close his mouth again but then he took a big sigh. “What I’ll say may or may not ruin our friendship, but I’ve spent way too much stalling already and I want to be honest.”

You felt your heart pump faster at his words, but you gave him an encouraging nod.

“I like you. And not just in an ‘I-like-you-as-a-friend’ type, but ‘I-would-like-to-take-you-out-on-a-date’ type. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay! T-that’s cool. It’s just… you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I’ve realized I liked you since that day you took Max and El out to the mall. Then I thought that I could set aside what I feel for you by going with other girls but I can’t. And I’m sorry if this all sounds like it came out of nowhere, Robin knocked some sense into me earlier–”

You cut off Steve’s rambling by holding his hand, your face beaming.

“Steve.” You softly said his name and his eyes widened, thinking that this is going to be the last day of your friendship. You never thought that you would ever see Steve Harrington nervous as he confesses to a girl.

“Did I say something wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head sideways, still smiling. “I like you too, Harrington. Not in an ‘I-like-you-as-a-friend’ type, but ‘I-would-like-to-go-on-a-date-with-you’ type.”

Steve’s eyes twinkled, his smile reached from ear to ear as he processed your words. He pulled you to him, as close as possible with the gear controls between you. You two laughed softly, pulling away when you heard the bell of the diner’s entrance.

You spotted Robin and Vickie walking towards Steve’s car, almost hip to him beside each other.

Steve looked at you, faking an annoyed expression but still keeping a smile on his face. “I guess I gotta thank Robin.”

“You really do.”

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pjsk-writin · 7 months

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OKAY OKAY REQUEST TIME:

Haruka, Rui, Airi, Minori, and if you accept NPCs in requests (there's no way you do but one can hope) Mai, with a reader who is always second place no matter how they try. No matter what, there's always either something holding them back from being perfect enough for first place or there's just someone better, and it's gotten to the point where reader just stopped trying at all.

OOOO so sorries if i knew more about mai i would write for her... but i do hope you enjoy this otherwise!! <3

♡ - ALWAYS SECOND PLACE - Haruka Kiritani, Rui Kamishiro, Airi Momoi and Minori Hanasato x Reader

Haruka:

Out of everyone on this list, Haruka would probably be the least familiar with the feeling. For a lot of her time as an idol, she was considered the person in first place

Of course, it grew exhausting for her after a while, which can definitely be expected. Still, MMJ! helped her realize a lot about herself, and what being an idol truly means to her

So, she's going to do everything in her power to help revive the same passion in you! She understands it's hard to keep trying and getting the same result, but she'll help you however she can

She's used to training hard and adopting certain lifestyles for her goals, so she might suggest the same to you. If you don't want to do that though, she'll find other ways to help you out too!

She's admittedly a bit unsure of how to comfort you and what to do, but she'll always try her best since it's you <3

Rui:

While he's not someone who constantly lands in second place, Rui is very familiar with the feeling of simply not being enough to please others or to reach what he wants

It's only after he joins WxS that he realizes he's able to reach his dreams and be enough for someone as is, that he doesn't have to be someone else just to be happy

He may not understand why you try so hard to be first, but he'll be damned if he has to watch you give up because you can't be. He's going to help you try again, whether you want to or not

He's more than used to the self-isolation that can come from not feeling like enough, so he tries his best to coax you into trying again. He's been there though, so he'll give you space if you need it

He's always going to be very attentive towards your needs, so whether you want to push yourself or not, he's got you. <3

Airi:

I'd argue that out of this whole list, Airi is probably the most familiar with coming in "second place". She was told she was average and constantly compared to other idols

Even still, with the help of MMJ!, she's learned that at the end of the day, it doesn't matter too much whether or not she is second, as long as she can pursue her dreams

So, she understands what it's like, and she is very, very determined to help you regain your passion and determination for the things you try in!

She's a big support, often times pushing you a lot harder than you might be used to, but she really wants you to keep trying and see just how amazing you are!

And whether you manage to get past always being in second place or not, she's right by your side, cheering you on no matter what <3

Minori:

If Airi comes in second place a lot, Minori has definitely been someone who's landed in last place a lot. She was rejected by so many idol companies that she lost count

However, if there's one main thing that drives Minori, it's her hope and perseverance! She's heard so many nos, but she's also stuck to it long enough to receive the yes she's always wanted!

She doesn't know exactly how to help you gain the determination she's always had to do her best no matter what, but she is certainly going to try her best!

She's your number one fangirl. Even if you manage to always come in second no matter what, she'll be cheering for you so much that you'll feel like you've come in first <3

She also gives the best pep talks, both before and after whatever you're trying to succeed in! She's a big supporter overall

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forevfangirlwrites · 1 year

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play stupid games, win stupid prizes

“Hey Princess.”

She tries to hold back an audible groan while pointedly ignoring what has become the bane of her existence, Percy Jackson.

“What do you want, Jackson?” Thalia retorts, rolling her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches his grin. “What?” he continues. “The princess can’t answer for herself?”

“Do you need something?” she huffs, turning towards him with her arms crossed. (One of these days, ignoring him will work.)

“She speaks!”

“Percy!” She’s so fed-up with this.

He raises an eyebrow. “Oooh, spicy. I didn’t know you wanted me like that!”

One of these days, she’s going to give in to the impulsive thought and strangle him.

“In your dreams, Jackson,” she retorts, happy to see him frown at the answer.

“Do you have the math notes?” he asks, finally getting to the point.

“Why would I give them to you?”

Percy smiles. “You know, you’re pretty feisty for a quiet girl.”

She does not care to explain to Percy that she’s not that quiet, he’s just obnoxious. Plus, he never misses an opportunity to provoke her.

“Because I asked the teacher and she said to ask you,” he continues after she doesn’t say anything.

“Impossible!” There’s no way Mrs. Clark would do her dirty like that…right?

Percy shrugs. “Ask her yourself. Why would I make this up?” He leans closer to her, causing her to lean back.

“I don’t enjoy talking to you either,” he whispers.

She rolls her eyes. His story isn’t entirely plausible, but retorting would just continue this already unwanted conversation, so she gives in.

“Fine, I’ll send you pictures.”

“Today would be nice.”

“Then I’ll send them tomorrow.”

Percy rolls his eyes but, thankfully, starts to walk away. “You better not be the reason I fail math!” he calls.

“Oh please, you’re the reason you’re failing math!” she shouts back.

And that’s on getting the last word.

Thalia, who’s had to suffer through this conversation on the side, looks approvingly at her. “I’m proud of you.”

Annabeth smiles. She might not be the most sociable person ever, but she can hold her own. Well, with Percy Jackson she has to, so she’s getting better with it.

Which is good, because the world likes to test her patience with him by not only putting him in her math class, but in adjacent classrooms for at least three other subjects, which means she has to see him throughout the day.

And when she walks into the homecoming committee after school, the world decides to test her patience even more.

Being a senior (and one of Mr. Brunner’s favorites) she runs the homecoming committee. She used to be in a few other after school activities, but this year she decided to go all in an as the committee president. Needless to say, it’s her favorite club, it’s nice and peac—

A knock on the door interrupts them before they can even properly begin, and she turns to see Mr. D standing at the door.

What is the principal doing here?

“Alright,” he begins in a somewhat bored voice when all eyes land on him. “In an effort to modify our punishment system, I have a new member for your committee.”

When Percy Jackson appears in view, she has to bite her cheek from saying something. Of course he would find a way to infiltrate her one source of—

“You have to help them,” Mr. D instructs, waving a hand over the classroom, before turning around and walking away.

“Right,” Mr. Brunner says, the only person who seems unperturbed by the turn of events. “Percy, please take a seat.”

Percy’s eyes scan the room, she waits for them to reach her. His reaction upon finding her is immediate, he smirks for a second before slumping into the nearest seat.

Mr. Brunner turns to the rest of them. There aren’t too many people—Rachel, Will, Nico and the Stoll twins, who (along with her) are the only seniors in the group.

“Alright everyone,” Mr. Brunner starts. “It’s good to have another pair of hands, as you know the pep rally is approaching in two months, so we need to get started.” He turns towards her with a smile.

“Annabeth, since you’re organizing all this and you still need another MC, I’m assigning Percy to help you.”

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A/N: New book everyone! Hope you like it!

#percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth au #enemies to lovers

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Personal Ramble/Rant.

Please feel free to ignore this. I need to get out some feelings somewhere because if I don't, I fear it'll just consume me from within, and Tumblr is the only place I have where no-one knows me personally so. Sorry.

Nothing I ever do seems right at the moment. I'm such a perfectionist that every time I think I've done something wrong, or if I think I've said something wrong, it's such a major blow to my self-esteem. For every step I take forward, I take double the amount backwards every time this happens, and I'm tired of it.

I know it's just the anxiety talking but I honestly feel so useless. I rarely get out of my house because I get so damned scared I end up in a panic attack; I have no friends, no job, no prospects in my near future because I allowed myself to get so ill; because I find it difficult to leave the house I'm stuck with my narcissistic father all day, and I'm really reaching my limit with that.

I feel stuck, I feel like a waste of space and I have no outlet for any of it. I know I should go back to therapy but I can't get to therapy. I know I should challenge myself more but I'm doing the best I can and it never feels like enough.

All my old school friends are in careers now, or married, or have children, and here I am. Fallen behind. Forgotten. Part of me doesn't care, because if I'm alone then I have no-one to disappoint, but part of me wants someone to care about me (other than my mum and my grandfather) so I have someone to care about in return.

Life isn't supposed to be wasted. It's supposed to be enjoyed. You're supposed to be able to feel alive, but I've only felt that once in the last 5 years. Will I ever feel it again? I know I will, but I don't believe I will. I don't believe in anything anymore because it can all just be taken from you in a split second anyway, so what's the point?

I'm just at a moment where I just want to scream. I'm tired of everything and I feel like I'm at my wit's end even though I know from experience that I'm far from it. But that doesn't help either because then I feel guilty for feeling it.

Anyway. Rant over. Sorry. I just needed to vent somewhere where no-one knows me. I don't need more pity or sympathy or pep talks. I just need to scream. Don't ever hate yourself, kids. It's a crappy road that spirals down and down and down.

#five personal rambles

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larabiatasstuff · 10 months

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I get bullied in school a lot and my teacher has been acting totally indifferent towards my problem, when I was trying to reach out for help 😮‍💨

I just wish there were people that were more compassionate. Could you imagine older Terry as a PE teacher? Being more understanding and approaching the bully or giving me a pep talk to build up my self esteem?

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Oh anon I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know why people feel the urge to turn others down. And what shocks me the most is that your teacher doesn't take this seriously, bullying can destroy people. I desperately hope that you have at least a few people you can count on when you need them. I'm more than happy to write a PE Terry for you. I'm sending hugs and much love to you anon 🖤 Stay strong 💪

AU PE teacher Terry Silver (CK)

I was shaking while walking to the gym. It was Monday and that meant PE was on the schedule and I hated it. The only thing that was good was our teacher Mr Silver, he was always kind and nice and always listening to the problems of his students. I took my time cause I hoped that Trina and her girl gang got already changed. I don't know why they didn't like me or why they always made fun of me bullying me day after day. I tried to reach out for help from our principal but he didn't take me seriously, nobody did. When I arrived in the locker room I looked around, none of them was seen. I decided to go to the toilet before changing and as soon as I stepped inside, the door slammed shut and locked. I heard laughing from the other side of the door. "Trina please open the door." I said trying to keep my voice steady. "Trina please open the door." she mocked. I felt tears welling in my eyes, that wasn't fair. Suddenly Mr Silvers voice was heard "Ladies what takes you so long, I want to start. Wait where's Y/N?" again laughter. "Oh they have some serious business in the restrooms." "Okay you three get out of here I'll join you in a minute." I heard the door close and then a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Y/N, it's me I'll open the door now okay?" "Okay." the key turned in the lock and the door opened. "Hey Y/N are you alright? Are you hurt?" I shook my head. "No it's just... they're just being mean again and I don't know how long I can take it anymore . I never did something to them. I'm just myself. Well yes I dress different, I like different things but that doesn't make me a bad person." "How long do they do that to you?" he asked with a worried look on his face. "For months. I tried to tell the principal but he didn't take me seriously." "You know, when I was younger I was like you. I got picked on because of my ponytail or the things I was into and it really turned me down. Then I discovered karate and got my self esteem back. I finally had the mindset to ignore all those idiots. You're a good student and a very nice person. How about that we go outside and try to have fun and later I'll accompany you to the principals office okay? I'm by your side the whole time and maybe we find something that helps you to get your self esteem back. " I gave him a small smile. As soon as we got into the gym Trina started mocking me again" Ooohh do you smell that? It seems our lovely Y/N here made a big number two in the bathroom."" Enough!!! Trina you and your little friends will visit the principals office after class. Please have a little warm up we're playing dodgeball today except for you three you will run a few rounds around the building. " " What? How many? " Trina asked" Till I say it's enough so hop hop. " she stomped angrily" That's not fair, just because we had a little fun? I will talk with my father about this. " she said " Oh that's great I wanted to call him anyway. And also if the other person isn't in on the joke it isn't a joke. You talk about fairness? Is it fair to constantly hurt and bully someone just because they're different? We will have a serious talk about this,with your parents and the principal, now go I gave you an exercise " with a loud groan the three girls made their way outside. " Alright, we need two team captains, how about Y/N and yeah Sara choose your team members. " Mr Silver said and after a long time I actually had fun in PE class.

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #PE teacher Terry

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aena-blue · 1 year

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Manifestation - Why Not Them? A Specific Person (SP) Pep Talk/Rant

Hello everyone! This is another short post to cover a simple topic under the umbrella term manifestation to hopefully shed some light on the topic.

Today I just wanted to share a quick little pep talk/rant regarding you specific person (SP).

How many times have you thought about them without sending them a text? Many, right? Okay, so if you can, why wouldn’t they? Why can’t your SP be thinking about you all the time, without letting you know (for now)?

How many times have you felt something about someone, and not told that person about it? Or at least waited, delayed, until you felt more sure, more right, or the right moment presented itself? So, if you have, then why not them? Why could they not be figuring out how much in love with you they are right this very moment? And they will let you know. It’s inevitable.

Your SP is fully capable of thinking and feeling exactly the way you are, without blowing up your phone this very second. So relax, take a breath. It is going to happen if you persist with your technique(s) and accept that manifestation is real and that it will happen for you.

I will write a post about mental diet eventually, and it’s not something you have to do, but something you can do, that might help you. So here’s a suggestion for you. Next time you think about your SP and you wonder “what are they doing?”, how about YOU DECIDE what it is that they are doing?

I do this all the time usually in affirmation form saying things like “It feels so good to know that my SP is thinking about me right now, of course they are, they are so in love with me”. “I love knowing that my SP thinks about me all the time, of course they do, they are so in love with me” “I bet my SP is thinking about me right now, I bet he’s thinking about reaching out because they are missing me so much” And I let myself feel it to be real. I soak in it.

Play with it, have fun with it, give yourself exactly what it is that you want. And keep giving it to yourself, over and over again. Tell your new story, exactly the way you want it to be. Persist in it. It will show up.

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novastorm223 · 5 months

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Amicitia. (different than the other one.^^)

Prologue:

It was the early morning May 30th 4:23 Am a Speakerman had woken up from charging, he didn't know why but now he was awake, a sense of foreboding like something bad was going to happen today. He tried to relax but he couldn't so he unplugged himself and walked around the strangely quiet base. A couple of other agents were awake as well but they were just coming back from early morning patrols.

As he wandered around he soon found himself at the doorway to his Titan's room. He was about to leave but it opened, he turned to see the Titan in pajamas and several other agents were sitting on his shoulders or in his shirt pocket. "Can't sleep?" he rumbled quietly. The small speaker nodded. "Want to be with us for now?" he asked calmly. "Yes please." He replied. With a small rumbling chuckle the titan carefully bent down and the small speaker carefully climbed into his hand.

As he is brought into the room he felt a bit more at ease but the feeling didn't really fully went away. Why do I feel this way? he wondered to himself. Soon all the agents and the titan got settled down. As each agent slowly calmed down their titan played calming music, he was a good listener and was able to put the agents at ease.

An hour goes by and soon they all nodded off. Their dreams weren't very calm unfortunately and soon was gently shaken awake by another agent. This happened a couple more times until they all had to go for breakfast. They all went to their dorms got dressed and quickly went to get some food, Even though I was asleep I feel like I haven't gotten any sleep... he thought to himself.

It was noticeably quieter normally there would be more chatter and or music... right now it was nearly dead silent. Their titan tried to help lighten the mood but even he felt like something was going to happen. A few cameramen had come to visit, "Hey Hunter... what's going on?" one of them asked quietly. Hunter shrugged, uncertainly. "Hey everyone! Gather round for a moment!" The titan called. Everyone did as they were told and gathered around, all of them looking up at the titan.

"What is it Roland?" an agent asked. "I wanted to give a quick pep talk before we head out today." he briefly paused looking at everyone. "I know it's been rough especially after the events from last week, but we're strong and we will defeat these toilets, so whatever happens today know this, we will make it! we can do this!" he said calmly. He got some cheers and the mood lightened a bit. "I will be here when you need me." he continued. After this they all set out, watching out for any humans and so far we couldn't see any of them at all. Hunter had never seen a human in person, only saw them in videos.

This is when things have gone wrong...

As Hunter was fighting some skibidis he sensed a few other agents nearby and one was having some trouble with a few toilets. So he quickly reacted flushing the toilets and helped up the agent. As the battle went on, he could see a large skibidi approaching the area. As it began to use lasers and forced some of the agents back. But a moment later they all heard Roland coming and cheered.

He fought the toilet with some difficulty but it didn't take him too long to flush it. As he lands and turns towards one of the cameramen, still playing his song he suddenly makes a strange sound. He reaches behind his head and then removed a toilet? Okay he seems fine... Hunter thought but he was proven wrong rather quickly as Roland made a sound of pain and as he tried to reach for his neck he soon lost control as a parasite took control of him.

First POV....

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We all watched as he stiffly stood up, his speakers crackled a moment before the skibidi song began to play. All we could do was watch in horror as he began to attack a large group of speakers and other alliance agents. The next few hours were a blur, we all scattered and did everything we could to avoid plasma blasts and toilets many of us were either injured or just trying to run off as far as we could go.

Soon we rushed into a nearby a building breathing heavily and waiting fearfully for Roland to leave. As they slowly went deeper into the building I briefly heard a rumble and then I sensed something heading my way but I couldn't react quickly enough before I felt something hit me in the head hard. Things then went silent and I felt a few more thuds before things faded completely.

#skibidi oc #writing #skibidi fanfic #ocs #mature #mature language

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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As much as I like Bushroot, I have more ideas for Quackerjack, so here we go.

Platonic yandere Quackerjack headcanons:

Although he's very blunt about his ways of getting what he wants it would be rude for me not to mention the time he saved you, financially that is. You were just at the brink of becoming bankrupt when an anonymous investor payd of your bill and gave you enough money to implement repairs around the shop. Unsurprisingly you were happy for these strange events but after a few more envelopes of cash it became more and more apparent who it was. Each envelope contains a letter of his name in mish mash orders. One day you'll get a C and in the next a U, the last one he sent had the words “spell out my name” on it.

With each letter you unraveled the hidden identity of your investor, “this was a rather peculiar name” you thought, who in god's name has two Qs in them. You spelled out jack but couldn't figure out the rest and tried to redo it but something told you to continue. And as you did you came to realize who it might be, and you prayed that it wasn't. Someone wouldn't just rob a bank to help a smal business owner, there must be a catch, especially if it's him we're talking about. Your hands were shaking, there were only three letters left and you were on the verge of crying. The thought alone of what he might do to you or anyone in your vicinity. You felt like a kid again, his name fell out of your mouth like he was a bogeyman behind the bathroom mirror awaiting to be summoned, as you would say, speak of the devil and he shall appear. The shadow you casted on the wall in front of you rose to loom above you, the faint sound of jingling rang through the apartment like church bells confirming his suffocating presence. The man you feared was here and he's looking for a game to play.

Now ignoring your rather awkward first meeting face to face, Quackerjack visits you from time to time, asking if you have any new ideas and pitching his own. His hyperactive and unhinged personality might take you for a loop and can be quite distracting if you're trying to create something, but besides that you seem to get along.

Despite being a villain who bares his intentions on his sleeves he won't force you into doing anything of that sort, even though the closest people he's been with are criminals he can still (somewhat) extinguish the difference between annoyance and disdain. But if you're not gonna do anything about it then he is.

In his eyes you're weak, fragile and in need of protection from people who get a kick out of lowering your self esteem, whether it was intentional or not. From a family member to a rando on the street, no one is safe from Quackerjacks reach.

Megavolt is the first to notice something up, he's known Quackerjack the longest out of the three of them. The other two might have brushed of Quackerjacks sudden mood change, it happens all the time but something about this was different. Usually it would only take a few hours before he cools off. However this wasn't the case, this was not unheard of but it didn't happen this often. Megavolt conveyed his worries to Liquidator but he wasn't much help, telling Megs to just give him some space and leave him to his own devices. Something about letting him sort it out himself but being there to support him if he ever asks. And short himself out he did, after disappearing for a few days and making the others worry. But were pleased to see him back with a pep in his step. He would blabber to them about things they couldn't understand but he sounded happy so they didn't worry too much. Until he'd suddenly disappear without as much as a goodboy and then come back again and do it all over. If that wasn't bad enough through the bright colors of his outfit Bushroot swear he saw specs of blood the last time he visited his greenhouse. Sure, they all have killed before whether it was by accident or not but none of them did it and smile after with such vigor. This wasn't him, this wasn't Quackerjack and Megavolt along with Bushroot and Liquidator wanted their friend back.

Liquidator recalls being asked by Quackerjack a few days before this started happening about what a big company would have of use for a smal establishment. Being the ex-president of his own company he explained his experience with this topic, it was mainly to expand his wares throughout the city. Although it was helpful it didn't help to calm Quackerjack's nerves.

The three of them followed Quackerjack in his shadow, being careful as to not be spotted. Bushroot hid amongst the flora, Liqudator took to the suwersistum and pudles on the streats. And Megs stuck to the dark alleyways. They all watched as he observed a small quaint shop squished between two other stores with a keen interest like he was waiting for something.

Not too long after someone exited the shop, presumably the owner of it. They hurriedly walked down the street until something jumped out at them and dragged them to an alleyway. Quackerjack seems to take great offense to this and reacts swiftly. What followed next was something out of a horror movie as the three fugitives realize what he's been up to lately.

The crunching of bones between chattering teeth was nothing compared to the vomit inducing screams, they convulsed on the jagged concrete floor coughing up blood and spit. You cower in the corner, you couldn't look oway, the sight was outright horrid. Your breath hitched as the jester made his way towards you, the street light from behind him making him look more menacing. Even if you tried you wouldn't have enough energy to outrun him. You let yourself be picked up by him as he giggles madly, why you thought, why was he so attentive towards you. And then something hit you, you had just witnessed a fragment of what happened to all those people you talked to that disappeared, they are dead because of you.

As much as they didn't want to believe it, it was clear. The jester cradling the hyperventing form in his arms was not their comrade, not anymore.

After the kerfuffle in the alleyway Quackerjack jumped his way to your apartment, softly laying you down on your mattress as if nothing happened. Paying no mind to the blood he was standing or the repercussions this would have. You were safe and that's all that mattered to him.

The way Quackerjack reveals himself to the reader is so creative! I especially like how Bushroot, Megavolt and Liquidator become involved in all the hullabaloo, and "kerfuffle" is such a fun word.

That's some excellent imagery in the last few bullet points!

#Yandere #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x You #Yandere x Y/N #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Darkwing Duck #Yandere Quackerjack #Darkwing Duck x Reader #Quackerjack x Reader #Quackerjack #Darkwing Duck #Darkwing Duck 1991 #Reader #Imagines #Disney x Reader #Yandere Disney

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year

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Chapter Forty Eight

Kamehameha

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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HINATA'S P.O.V.

I feel so sick to my stomach as Oikawa pushes me toward the front of the fortress. I hardly even hear the pep talk he gives me as my stomach rumbles so loudly. Then, when he sees me off, I don't even watch. I'm too bent over clutching my stomach to see him run away.

I slowly approach the front gate and shout over the top. "Hello?! Y/N?! Are you here?!" I call out, beginning my performance.

A few moments later I see a tall man with silver hair walking closer. He's got a big frown on his face and he looks as though his soul has been torn out of his body. "Who the fuck are you?" he grumbles as he begins to make out my face in the dark.

"My name is, uh, Sato," I try to say with a smile as I flatten out my newly dyed black hair. "I was wondering if Y/N was around. She usually helps me with my-" I then am rudely interrupted by my rumbling stomach- "problems..."

"Can't you just go take a shit somewhere else?" he scoffs as he begins to turn away.

"No, wait!" I shout as I let go of my stomach to hold out my hand toward him. "I have IBS. I could get really sick if I don't take medicine and Y/N's the only one around here who knows how to help! All I need is the pills she gives me, please!"

The man stops walking and turns around to face me once more. He sighs and walks towards the gate. I notice he looks behind me, making sure I'm alone, before unlocking it and allowing me through. I thank him profusely, keeping up the act, and following him inside quietly as though I really do believe he's leading me to Y/N.

"Wow, it sure does look different around here since the last time I came! Pills only last so long, ya know! I hope she's still got my stuff," I smile up at him.

"Right," he nods halfheartedly as he leads me across the camp. This place is absolutely ginormous as far as claiming territory in the middle of an apocalypse. I can see why Y/N wants to take it back.

The silver-haired man leads me to a rundown school bus that looks like it has had its guts ripped out and replaced with nice furniture. I can't lie- it looks sick!

Inside, I see Bokuto sitting on a couch. Instantly, I feel nauseous. The first thing I can think of to do is throw my hand to my mouth and run right down the bus' steps.

"Hey, where the fuck are you going?!" the man shouts after me. He makes it to the bottom of the steps before stopping.

I continue to run off until I reach a nearby garden. There, on the half-painted fence that looks like it's been neglected for quite some time, I place my arms and let out a deep breath.

"Hey, who are you?" I then hear from not so far away. A bit relieved that it isn't Bokuto's voice, I look up to see who's calling me.

When I see a man about my size with black and blonde hair, I feel a huge weight off my shoulders. Finally, I found him. Though I felt like such an idiot for running off on that other guy, I'm glad I did it now. I've finally met Kenma.

"My name's Hinata... Please don't kill me!" I say without really thinking.

"And why are you here? How'd you even get in?" he asks as he stands up from amongst the plants in the garden.

"Someone let me in but I kinda ran off. It's a long story. Look, I was just with Y/N. She wanted me to come talk to you," I begin to explain to him.

"Y/N?" he repeats. He then looks around for a moment before walking toward the garden's gate and approaching me. "Come on, let's go to my room."

"Your room?" I then ask as he begins to walk away. "Like a house?"

"Listen, I don't know what the fuck to call it. You want me to say it's my zombie fort or something? Let's just go," he grumbles aloud as he continues to walk off.

I quickly run after him to catch up, knowing he's the only safe person to talk to around here. I already had one close call, I don't want to be caught alone for a second time.

"Hey, what's the deal with you in the garden this late anyhow?" I then ask him, unable to sit in a quiet conversation the whole way back to his 'room'.

"Do you ever shut up?" he sighs. "Stop talking or you're gonna get yourself caught, idiot!"

"Sorry!" I respond, almost gasping. I don't know what I was expecting from Kenma, but I don't think this was it.

When we finally get to a small lodging, Kenma opens the door and tells me to go inside first. He was right, it is a singular room. It looks as though he's got everything he needs in there, too. Food, medical supplies, and a bunch of other equipment. Does the group here not share with each other?

I sit down on Kenma's cot as he closes the door behind himself. He then turns toward me with a more serious face and asks, "Now what do you mean you were just with Y/N? I swear to god, you better not be fucking with her, or I'll kill you right here."

"Woah, Woah, noooo! It isn't like that! Y/N and Oikawa came to me. They told me about... about everything going on around here... Oikawa and I were in prison together with Atsumu and Bokuto."

"So?" he scoffs. "What does that have to do with me? You want me to get kicked out of this place, too? Look, Y/N is a great person and all but I don't know what the fuck I'd do without this place. I've got my own game to play."

"It was Bokuto," I then whisper to him. His eyes widen as the words sink into his brain. I hardly need to give any context, but he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Yeah, right," he scoffs as his curiosity spikes. "Are you shitting me?"

"No!" I gasp as I shake my head profusely. "No, I'm being serious. Y/N and Oikawa need your help. They want to get rid of him. Man, you should've seen how pissed off she was," I chuckle to myself. But when I see how red Kenma's face is, I can tell he's equally as mad. I don't know the full story, but my guess is that Tsukishima wasn't the only victim around here.

"So what do you say?" I ask him nervous about how he'll react.

Kenma ignores me as he begins to pack up a bunch of his things into a large camping bag. "Shut up and help!" he whispers angrily at me. I get right to my feet and begin to help. Together, the two of us pack up most of his things and get ready to leave the camp.

On our way out, we stay as quiet as we can and rush toward the same entrance where the silver-haired guy let me in. Neither of us even look back as we make a dash toward my truck where the others are waiting.

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends.

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her.

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

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Hey! I really liked that atsumu x reader fic where reader's Kita's sister. Could we get a similar fic but instead it's Kuroo dating kenma's equally as socially awkward sister/team manager?

Dating your Brothers teammate PT 2 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: angst, fluff

You were a first year in Nekoma high school

You kept to yourself, since you found it hard to make friends

You spent your time in your classes, the library or joining your old brother’s (kenma) practices, although when you did attend you didn’t socialize with all your brother teammates you either sat with a book on in your hand or (if you were lucky) played on Kenma’s nintendo swtich.

When Kuroo first saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl that he ever laid his eyes on. He was speechless, to say the least. Kenma introduced him and you first as when you started in your first year, since he knew that you two should at least be acquainted with each other as you were all going to be walking to school together.

You found Kuroo very annoying (and that was an understatement) his debonair smirk, his wild wild bedhead and all of his continuous chemistry puns were things you found attractive annoying about him.

Sometimes when you attend practice, you could tell that Kuroo was trying extra hard in an attempt to ‘show off’ to you, but you took no notice since you knew what type of guy Kuroo was (well you thought). Kuroo was a heavy flirt (well everyone he laid eyes on) he also was a giant dick. To you, he was a your average stereotypical teenage boy.

One day, Kenma fell ill with a cold so it just left you alone to walk to school. However, when you left your house, you see the last person you want to see.

“Kenma’s not coming today” you whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah I know” he smiled

“So then why are you here?” you ask

“Well I’ll have you know Y/N, I’m here to see you.” he said as you start walking

On your route to school, you don’t say much just letting Kuroo talk about things or asking you questions to which you just nodded or shook your head in reply. As much as you’d like too, you didn’t know how to properly talk to someone like Kuroo, knowing the types of conversations he’s used to having with people, especially other girls.

Reaching the gates of Nekoma, before you could step inside Kuroo pulls you to side and puts his hands on your shoulders “Y/N” he says,

“Yes Kuroo?” you look up at him

“I just want to say I like you..” he says waiting for a response from you

“I-I ...umm” You didn’t really know what to say, although you did find him annoying beyond relief there were some redeeming qualities about Kuroo that you could think of. But would two even work properly?

From your lack of response Kuroo continued, “I’m sure you don’t trust me right now, but Y/N don’t worry I’ll make sure I’ll prove to you that I’m a good guy for you.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, since you didn’t really know what to say to that. Just then, the bell rings and you were still frozen in place, only snapping out of your trance when you hear Kuroo shout from afar “Don’t worry Y/N im going to do my best to woo you!”

Over the next month, Kuroo is doing his extra best to get you to fall in love with him doing things like: walking you to your lessons, carrying your books for you, bringing you lunch and spending everyday complimenting you to your face and to his friends.

His actions made you swoon, you did feel more comfortable around him, although you haven't confessed your feelings yet, you were planning on to at the date that you reluctantly accepted to go on. You were going to have dinner first at this nice restaurant that you showed interest in ages ago and you were planning to watch a sequel to *insert favourite movie here* since he knew that you really liked the first one.

Before leaving out to the date you looked in the mirror giving yourself a once over. ‘Wow I look hot’ you thought smiling, you were kind of excited to see Kuroo and hear what he had to say about how you looked today. When you were leaving you were startled by Kenma who said

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked with his eyes focused on his game

“Oh, to the library” you lied your cheeks heating up.

“Sure, you are...” he said

“Bye Kenma” you say putting your hand on the door knob

“Oh Y/N” he calls

“Mhm”

“You look nice today” making you smile wide giving your brother a ‘Thank you’ before finally leaving.

On the way to the restaurant, you had a pep in your step, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. You stood outside the restaurant and took a few deep breaths to calm the sudden surge of nerves that washed over you. You counted to 10 and walked in the resturaunt freezing at what you saw, there was Kuroo looking as handsome as ever but next to him was a beautiful girl who was tall and had long hair, pretty eyes and a great body who also reminded you of someone you knew (but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.)

She exclaimed “Tetsu!” and pulling into a hug, her boobs pushing against his chest making you cringe. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t compete with this European-looking supermodel, especially she already looks really friendly with ‘Tetsu.’

You storm out the restaurant a bit too aggressively, causing attention to yourself making Kuroo look at over to you, cursing himself for knowing how the situation looks to you. He chases after you, but sadly you were already gone.

When you got home, you rushed upstairs to your room with tears in your eyes. You knew this was stupid in the first place ‘Trusting a guy like Kuroo Testurou, how stupid can you be.’

Kenma came into your room, never asking or caring to know what happened as he knew that once you were ready to tell him you would. You and Kenma have always been close, as you’re both as quiet as each other you never felt the need to be surrounded by a bunch of people since both of you were just what each of you needed.

You managed to forget the awfulness of your ‘date’ getting distracted by trying to win in a game of Murder Mystery on roblox and also having fun trolling 6 year olds with your brother. The night was basically ended and before you dozed off to sleep and Kenma went to his own bedroom he said “At least talk to him Y/N” leaving your room not waiting for a response.

As you slept, you thought about what Kenma said ‘what more is their to say to Kuroo?’ You did think about all the possibilites of what could’ve really happened with Kuroo and that girl. Maybe they’re just friends? You didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being wrong. You were never wrong. So you just slept with the assumption of Kuroo being who you thought he was in the first place. A womanizing dick.

As lonely it was, you didn’t tag along with Kenma to the gym and you made sure to wake up earlier so you didn’t have to walk to school with your brother and your boyfriend his best friend.

Kuroo really wanted to talk to you again but you were heavy on the ignoring him. He even asked Kenma for help, but even though your brother was definitely always going to be on your side no matter what, he didn’t want to be in between his bestfriend and his little sister.

When you were walking home from school one day, you were stopped by the pretty girl that was with Kuroo on your ‘date.’ “Hi, my name is Alisa Haiba” she said smiling

‘Haiba’ you thought ‘Where do I know that surname?’ until you realised, “Oh your L-”

“Lev’s sister, that knucklehead is my brother” she laughed

“So what do you need me for?” you ask

“Me and Kuroo are just friends, I know you probably won’t believe me but me and him are NOT dating or anything romantic, he’s as much as a little brother too me then Lev is” she said

“Oh ok, thanks” you didn’t have any more to say and with this newfound information, you did feel more inclined to give Kuroo a chance, and that is if he even wanted one after all the ignoring and avoiding you’ve been doing. Now you feel stupid.

You thought back to all your times with Kuroo, making you smile. You knew what you had to do, you couldn’t shy away from this anymore, you thought about the scenario of him completely rejecting you and to be honest you were content with that as if ‘you don’t ask you don’t get’ or whatever the saying is. Since it was Friday, you knew that Kuroo would be at Kenmas playing smash bros on their switches (and that’s when you would usually spend extra time at the library to avoid him.)

So, you rushed to your house, dramatically opening the door exasperated. “Kuroo!” you shout, not even looking to see if he was there, to your horror there was the whole team over tonight who were quite humored by your shout.

You went red and then shyly whispered “May I speak to Kuroo please?” looking up at him “that’s if you wanted”

“Umm...sure” he said getting up to follow you into your room.

Kenma gave you a reassuring smile that read ‘Everything's going to be ok.’ You led Kuroo to your bedroom and sat on your bed fidgeting.

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time, making each other laugh he waits for you to speak, “Kuroo, I’m sorry for misreading the situation and ignoring you and making you out to be a complete dick, I know I’m probably a bit too late but I’d love to ask you on a proper date... one that I won’t run away on this time”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m sorry for not actually explaining the situation as I know what it looked like. And yes, I will definitely take you up on that date... that’s if you’ll have a ‘dick’ like me” he jokes

You playfully shove his arm, making you both laugh. You spend the rest of the night with Kuroo in your room catching up on all the things you’ve both missed out on in the time when you were ignoring him.

The date you went on was better than you imagined, Kuroo was definitely a great guy (making you feel even more stupid for assuming differently in the first place.) You developed an amazing relationship with Kuroo, which lead you to eventually become mrs Y/N Kuroo and having Kenma and Kuroo be able to officially call themselves ‘real brothers’

AN: I really actually enjoyed this one, so I hope you do too. <3

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