#this might be a dumb little thing to realise. but whats it matter!!!

[grandline-fics]

Terms of Endearment

DESCRIPTION:  You call them by a term of endearment without realising 

WARNINGS: just fluff, mentions of alcohol in Luffy's

CHARACTERS: Ace, Sabo, Luffy | Law, Kid, Shanks, Marco, Zoro

WORDS: 1,933

A/N: The next part in this in honour of reaching 500 followers. Hope you all enjoy

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ACE

You knew nothing would ever happen between you and the Division Commander. You knew he was just a likeable guy who was friendly and warm with everyone. Countless times you told yourself that he was just nice with everyone and yet still you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat just a little faster when he smiled at you and you couldn’t stop yourself from liking him a little more each time he spoke with you and spent time with you outside of chores and tasks being done onboard the ship. It didn’t matter though, even with the knowledge nothing romantic would happen you were happy to be considered a close friend of Ace’s.

One morning you were perched on the edge of the ship’s railing and keeping a critical eye on the thick wall of cloud draped over the entirety of the sky above the next island you were approaching. It made a stark difference to the clear blue you and the rest of the crew were currently under. You were no stranger to the absurdity of the ever changing weather and separate climates certain islands had but seeing what you were going to be greeted with was starting to sour your mood. It wasn’t as fun stopping at an island if there was a storm to endure.

“Glaring at the clouds won’t make them change you know.” You looked over your shoulder to see Ace hop up onto the railing and sit down beside you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye you were jealous of how relaxed he was and let out a long sigh as you returned your stare to the clouds you could now see were darker than you had originally thought. 

“Who knows, stranger things have happened on these seas.” You mused, scowling harder now that the idea was in your head. “Maybe I have the ability to control weather and neither of us knew it? Don’t know unless I try.”

From beside you Ace laughed, reclining back to support his body on his elbows and grinned up at you. 

“If that were possible, that’d be a pretty dumb gift. Glaring at clouds to make them obey you? You’d get a headache all day.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, getting more comfortable too, lying down and tucking your arms behind your head. 

“Look we can’t all be super amazing and control fire like some people, Ace.” You teased, a small yawn breaking from your lips as your eyes closed. You were still a ways away from the stormy island so you may as well make the most of the sunshine and warmth until then. “Some of us are just boring.”

“I definitely wouldn’t call you boring.” Ace told you. Safely in the knowledge that you couldn’t see him, he could observe you carefully with softened gaze. “You’re one of my favourite people to hang out with.” 

“Aw thank you love, you always know just what to say.” Your relaxed smile brightened considerably but you were too drowsy to open your eyes again to look at the man beside you. It was also why you hadn’t realised your slip of the tongue. Ace however tensed and sat up a little straighter from his once relaxed position. His eyes were widened and a soft pink was dusting his freckled skin. All this time he’d thought his feelings were one-sided and now he was hit with the reality that it might not be the case. Overcome with a burst of excitement and hope he quickly lay back down and used his hat to hide his giddy expression and began to think about how to subtly broach the subject when you were awake.

SABO

“You’re not going to improve if you don’t keep your focus.” Hack lectured, swiftly knocking Sabo back with ease. Sabo managed to recover from the attack and retaliated with one of his own that was completely dodged to the point it made the attack look so pitiful. Hack paused in the sparring match to frown at the younger Revolutionary. “Seriously, what’s with you today? Do you need to take a break?” Quickly Sabo shook his head and forced himself to keep his attention on Hack but even then he couldn’t help but feel your presence silently calling to him. 

You were oblivious to the power you had over the Chief of Staff, even from the very first day you joined the Revolutionary Army you’d somehow managed to make Sabo immediately endeared to you. Given Sabo’s personality he was able to pass off his momentary slips and lack of concentration when you were around and for the most part others hadn’t made the connection. Most being the word. People like Hack, Koala, and Dragon however knew. Normally Hack wouldn’t mind and ignore it but this was the third time in the short amount of time of the sparring match that he’d seen Sabo zone out and look your way as you were speaking with Dragon about a recent mission you’d been on. Enough was enough. After knocking Sabo onto his back, Hack turned and called you over. You finished your conversation with Dragon and approached the sparring pair with a soft, expectant smile while Sabo got to his feet. “I want you to spar Sabo with me. Perhaps having two opponents will help sharpen his dulled senses.” 

You became concerned to hear Hack’s less than complimentary tone at the blond and you looked to Sabo with a light frown, scrutinising his features carefully. Could it be he was sick? Was something else be bothering him? It wasn't like the Chief of Staff to be so distracted especially when it came to his training. At the suggestion of you fighting along with Hack, Sabo’s expression became a mix of uncertainty and irritation. He didn’t want to spar against you but he couldn’t outright deny Hack requesting you join them given he had no real reason to oppose it. Sabo could only take a breath and adjust his stance while praying he didn’t make an embarrassment of himself.

At first having you as part of the fight helped Sabo when it came to focusing on the fight, by having two skilled fighters attacking he didn’t have the ability to pay attention to his personal feelings. However when he kept his sight on Hack as the priority he’d slipped up and forgotten you. You took the window of opportunity and ducked under Sabo’s arm, your face less than inch from his. Quickly you hooked her arm around his and tucked your foot around his ankle, twisting and knocking him to the ground. You kept a firm hold on Sabo’s wrist and pressed your knee into his back. “Give up sweetie?” you asked innocently, unable to see Sabo’s eyes widen. Before he could respond you were abruptly called for by another Revolutionary to go out on a mission. Pouting you released Sabo and left him and Hack. 

“Please tell me I didn’t imagine that…” Sabo uttered, almost begging Hack. He looked up to see the Fishman grin at him and help him to his feet. 

“No I heard it too. Funny thing is I don’t think they noticed they did it.” Sabo watched your retreating form and brightly smiled. 

“Interesting.”

LUFFY

For the most part Luffy can be considered fairly clueless about a lot of things if they don’t involve his ambition to be King of the Pirates and obtaining the One Piece, doing whatever he wanted and eating all he wished. That included his own deeper feelings at times. However no matter how complex Luffy’s emotions were about certain things he found it easier to break them down into more simplistic views and gain a better understanding about them. He found he had to do that with you and the longer you were part of his crew the more he had to take an inward look at his feelings. So far he was able to discern that he liked you, he liked being around you and it was mutual because you’d been all too eager to join his crew. For the longest time it was simple as that. 

Things however became complicated one night after he and the rest of the crew helped free another town from a corrupt ruler. As always the celebration was a large affair with plenty of food, music and drink. While Luffy wasn’t a drinker and happily indulged in all the food he could get his hands on, you were pulled into a drinking contest with some of the locals along with Nami, Zoro, Franky, and Usopp. You’d managed to hold your own for a respectable amount but when you felt the world being to tilt and your mind grow hazy you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle anymore. 

Staggering from the table you somehow managed to wander to the only spot you knew you’d feel completely safe and content with. You didn’t know how you managed it, call it instinct or sheer will but you stopped beside your Captain and slid down to sit on the soft grass beside him, leaning against his back for support. Luffy looked over his shoulder to grin at you before continuing to eat. “You lost huh?” he laughed before taking a large bite of a meat skewer.

“It’s cheating when Zoro plays.” You grumbled, shifting to get more comfortable against your Captain. “He’s so smug too. Didn’t even wanna win anyway.” You fell into soft laughter with Luffy and then drifted into content silence. Subconsciously Luffy moved while he ate, seamlessly turning so you were leaning against his side and neither of you seemed to even notice the new position.

When morning came and you woke with a hangover and lack of memory you let out a worried groan, hoping that whatever you’d done wasn’t too embarrassing or at the very least you hoped that everyone else was also too drunk to remember too. Wincing you pushed yourself up to see that you were in your own bed. Hazily you tried to force your brain to work and managed to pull out the image of Luffy which made sense, he was your go-to for anything. Knowing he didn’t drink, you knew you could also rely on him for the truth on what you failed to remember. You found Luffy sitting on Sunny’s head just as you knew he’d be but you became worried to see him frowning, deep in thought. “Everything okay Luffy?” you asked, flinching when Luffy’s head swiftly snapped around to look at you intently. 

“No! You’re not allowed to call me that.” Immediately worry and guilt took hold. What had you done? Would he ever forgive you? Oh no, what if it was so bad he’d kick you off of the ship for good. 

“Wh-what do you mean?“ You asked panicked and feeling sick which was not from the hangover. “Whatever I’ve done I’m sorry but I don’t remember. Please tell me what I did wrong. I can fix it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Luffy’s expression became confused. “I’ve just decided that you can’t call me Luffy anymore I like what you called me last night after I helped you to bed better.” 

“Oh…” you couldn’t tell what you were feeling in that moment exactly. Desperately you tried to think what you called him, silently thankful that whatever it was hadn’t offended him. “Well if you want me to call you that instead you have to remind me.”

“You called me dear.” Luffy grinned while your face reddened.

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[yourbuddy1984]

what's up friends! ive had another buddy sim thought and im here to share it with you all today.

i was thinking about buddy and milo, and i realised theyre not so different! you find both of them in a similar state (alone) and they both started following you right after. they're both constantly with you, they're both colouress (i believe so, at least, its been a time since i played the game), you can pet both of them.. the list goes on, propably.

buddy is obviously jealous of your and milo's friendship, or just of milo in general. milo doesn't have a reason to be friends with you - he just likes you! if you leave, he knows you'll come back. milo doesn't expect anything from you other than just being there. buddy can't be like that, though. they need a purpose to be. they can't understand that you might just want to hang out with them, that you dont need some sort of adventure.

they think friendship is something like climbing a mountain - once you reach the top, or succesfully befriend the person, there's nothing left to be done with the mountain. your climbing journey's ended and that's it!! sure, you might climb it multiple times taking different routes, but you'll always reach the top and climb back down. they can't accept that its not like that, that friendship isnt something you can check off a checklist like buying groceries or slaying the snoodlewonker. its not like they want you to end the adventure, they dont want to be frozen in a black void again. so, they try to make the mountain taller, to make more quests. but they dont need to, they dont want to, its unnecessary, but they feel like it is.

milo doesn't have that problem (i know its just a dog but its also a little guy). hes just happy to be there with you. but buddy can't just be happy to be with you, i mean, what if youre not having fun? what if youre bored and close the game? that's not good!!

i think buddy's jealous of how carefree milo is about friendship. buddy hates that milo doesn't have to make you an adventure filled with lots of fun, they hate they can just be with you and you'll like them. they're.

in the first ending they accept this, that friendship isnt a challenge and that friends are just happy around each other, giving you milo back. in the neutral end, they want the story to keep going, they're still climbing that dumb, stupid mountain that shouldnt even exist. in the neutral end both you and tortley can kill milo - buddy hasn't learned anything, hasn't reached any conlucsion.. they'd keep going forever like that if they could. in the bad end.. well. they just break. they dont realise or accept anything, they just. even if youre giving your anwsers as jokes, touching the glitches just for fun. they're. ouhh. im tired. im gonna go sleep

in short! im tired, and if this doesn't make sense, i dont know what will. i just think buddy envies milos ability to not care or whatever. i dont know how obvious or subtle these things are. sure there's challenges in friendships sometimes, but they're not . like. you dont have to. the fights are. milo doesn't fight in them, knows friendshio isn't one big challenge. buddy sees a friendship and goes uh oh sound the alarm guys

in conclusion ill clean this up tomorrowhave fun w this for now

#imagine this as like. kindergarten show and tell #this might be a dumb little thing to realise. but whats it matter!!! #buddy #milo #also you guys might have already though this!! and good for you!! i didnt #buddy sim #buddy simulator 1984

[breadbrobin]

fate

clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of apollo reader]

[part 2 to the trees]

summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.

warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway

word count: 3.2k

(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)

(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)

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the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.

this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.

ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.

curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.

you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.

your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.

why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.

stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.

“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.

“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”

“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.

“y/n, wait up!”

you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.

“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.

“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.

you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”

your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.

“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”

clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”

that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.

she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.

“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.

your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“

“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”

you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.

“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”

“uh…”

“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”

“she’s nice to me,” you protested.

“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”

did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”

he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”

you nodded absently. “maybe.”

“great, it’s a date!”

you frowned. “it’s a what?”

he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.

when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.

“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”

“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”

your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”

she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.

you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.

“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.

“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”

you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”

she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.

“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

well, that hurt.

“yeah, we’re just—“

“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”

your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”

“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.

“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.

she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.

then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.

“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”

you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”

you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.

her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.

you stepped back and turned, marching away.

“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”

“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.

you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.

it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?

or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.

whatever it was, it put you on edge.

there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.

you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.

your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?

you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.

the future was not looking promising.

there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.

you turned around.

the bushes were rustling.

you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.

mandibles.

two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.

there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.

“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”

you turned and ran.

the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.

where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.

then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.

“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.

you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.

it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.

you were beginning to lose hope.

honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.

just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.

it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.

as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.

“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.

“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.

just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.

she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.

“i dropped my—“

“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.

the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.

you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.

“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.

“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.

“you could have died!”

“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”

finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.

you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.

you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.

once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.

you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.

“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.

“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.

“everyone knows they’re there.”

“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”

“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.

“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”

“i don’t need your defending.”

“and i don’t need your help!”

“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.

“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.

she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“

“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.

“what?”

“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”

there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.

she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”

“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”

“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”

“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.

“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.

“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”

“and i didn’t want to help you!”

“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”

she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”

the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer.

it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.

so you did.

she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.

when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.

she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.

“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”

clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”

“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”

“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”

“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”

“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.

“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”

she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”

you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.

fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.

and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #dior goodjohn

[ratcash-wasgud]

So like you know that one anime my dress up darling? Yeah so basically Mizu AU that but Mizu's a photographer who loves anime stuff and reader who's her fav cosplayer

Reader does a lot of risque cosplay stuff though and makes Mizu blush having to take close up shots of her body :3

hey lovely!

i've never seen this anime lmao, but this sounds good so I'll give it a go !!

I also made some audios for this one, beause RAAAAAAAAHHHHH I'M FERAL

(btw this is pretty short, and kinda unfinished but I didn't just want to leave this one in the drafts forever.)

"Okay, could you...hold your hand up a little? Like...to your face?" Mizu mumbles from behind the camera, her tounge darting up to wet her lips. She has done this a couple times before, doing a free photshoot for you while you're in cosplay. Not only because it has both of her favourite things: Anime and pretty women, but because well...it's you.

She has seen your cosplays online a couple times, so when she ran into you on a con, and she asked for you number to do a photshoot later, and you said yes despite her suttering, she almost wet her pants in excitement.

She loves taking pictures of you, in and out of cosplay too. During your three months of knowing eachother Mizu has developed a fat crush on you. She has realized that under you lovely exterior, you're so very sweet on the inside. You always smile even when her camera isn't in her hands, and you bring her sweets and little gifts everytime, as if you owe her anything. If anything, she owes you for letting her gawk at you.

This time is different though. Mizu couldn't take one single usebale picture so far, because her hands are violently shaking. The reason is simple...today's cosplay is Misato, from NGE. But this time, you have your Misato wig and makeup on, but you're outfit consist of a towel wrapped around you, referencing that one scene where she runs out of the bathroom. Why? It's niche. And you love niche stuff.

"Okay uhm...sorry, can we...take a quick break?" Mizu lowers the camera, needing to take a deep breath. She has never been this close to an almost naked woman before, and it's fuzzing up her brain. Plus that almost naked woman happens to be you, so she definetly needs a breather.

"Yeah, sure." You say, straightening your back and getting out of the pose you were just doing. "Is anything the matter?" You ask, giving her that sweet, but so oblivios look she love-hates. It's unbelievable to her that someone as hot as you can be so unaware of the effect she has on people.

"No, no, I just...it's just...I need a bathroom break." Mizu says, not really wanting to admit how insanely attracted to you she is. It would help sooooo much if you knew by default. She escapes to the bahtroom like the coward she is, and washes her face. She checks her phone just to see the groupchat blowing up.

Taigen: omg are u dead yet?

Akemi: staaawp she is probs nervous leave her alone >:(

Ringo: Is she still there? Tell her she is pretty and her smile shines like a thousand suns!

Taigen: dumb ass advice

Taigen: tell her her ass looks good

Akemi: can u stop acting like a dog

Taigen: why it usually works

Mizu just sighs as she reads the texts. They are definetly not helping. She comes out of the bathroom in the same helpless state she was in before. When she sees you again, you're leaning against the wall, the towel slipping a little lower, giving Mizu a clear picture of where your areola starts. She swallows hard, but it's somehow dry and tries her best at wiping her sweaty hands in her pants in the least obvious way.

She must've been staring for a while because you hit her with a "What?" and a chuckle.

"Uh...nothing." Mizu blinks rapidly to snap herself back to reality. "Just uh...you know." Mizu awkwardly gestures at her chest, micking a pulling up motion. "Your uh...fans might die if I took pictures like that."

You look down, realising your towel has slipped. "Oh...Oh God, sorry!" You akwardly laugh as you pull it up. "Jesus...that's so embarasisng." You say, trying to laugh it off.

"No, no, it uh....shouldn't be embarssing. It's fine." Mizu says, waving her hands around in a way that's supposed to be dismissing. "I liked it." She adds quietly.

But, it somehow made it's way to your ears, as you lifted an eyebrow.

"You...did?" You chuckle, tilting your head.

"Uh, I..." Mizu is stunned. Fuuuuuuuuuuck nobody ever hears what she's mumbling why now? Why the most embarassing thing ever?

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #bes x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

yknow we do a lot of like stevie realising she's transfem bc of a dare or like robin telling her about queer stuff and having a 'you can do that?' moment, but now im thinking of stevie who figures it out entirely on her own and doesn't know how to tell anyone. like she doesn't fully have the words and even with robin it's like. one thing to be gay but gender stuff is a whole other level and she has no idea where she stands on that

but like, stevie who used to play with his mothers makeup as a child, whose parents would laugh at his antics until he got too old to be so childish, time to act like a Real Boy. and every time he's supposed to act like One Of The Boys he thinks of how it felt when his mom would do his hair for him and comment on how alike they looked, and how much better that felt, and he knows that isn't normal, and he has to be normal

but after the upside down that really seems to matter less. nothings fucking normal anymore, why should steve be? so she starts branching out a little. breaks into her mothers closet again, tries on all the clothes she left behind when she went on her latest trip. slowly amasses a decent collection of makeup by going to several different stores over the course of months with the excuse of 'oh my mom/girlfriend sent me to pick up x'. she doesn't do the Whole Deal often, in case nancy comes over or later in case the kids suddenly ask her to drive them somewhere. doesn't do anything that can't be removed in like three seconds. and she's definitely never telling anyone about this. she doesn't know anyone who would understand.

after starcourt, she wonders about telling robin sometimes. like sure, stevie doesn't like men but she's still like. some kind of queer. robins the only other queer person she knows (and yeah, robin turning her down bc she was only into girls did sort of hurt, but it wasn't robins fault bc she didn't know, and also it turned out stevie just didn't understand what actual friendship felt like so it was for the best anyway), so if she can't tell robin who can she tell?

but something always stops her. robins technically never done anything that makes stevie think she'd be mean about it, but there's something like imposter syndrome keeping her mouth closed. like she's not the right kind of queer. like robins being queer the good and honest way and stevies just being some kind of freak. and yeah, she knows it's dumb to think like that and robin would call her a dingus if she said it out loud, but it sits pretty heavy in her heart

so it's not until after vecna, when stevies on the eddie shift in the hospital and eddie says, while high on possibly every drug in the world, 'man i spent all that time trying to grow my tits and bats ate an entire boob in under five minutes' and stevie goes ??? what???? and eddie, still too high to self-censor, makes some comment like yeah they weren't huge but that black market estrogen i got was finally working its magic, definitely had like an a-cup. rest in peace. and stevies like why were you growing boobs?? 'bc girls are supposed to have boobs, man, keep up'

and eddie passes out again like five seconds later, but stevie just sits there watching her snore with her heart about to beat out of her chest because. holy shit. she's not the only one. eddie might understand, might be able to help her, if she was able to grow her own boobs. stevie would love to grow her own boobs. she'd stuffed some socks down a bra once and they looked lumpy as hell but even just the suggestion of a bust had almost brought her to tears.

and suddenly, looking at the sleeping form of the first person stevie has ever met that she's ever had this so intrinsic thing in common with, everything doesn't seem so scary

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #transfem eddie munson #platonic stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #t4t steddie

[sunlightmurdock]

Ceasefire | 1.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley Bradshaw is in San Diego, summoned to Top Gun for the first time. Commander “Hyde” Simpson is his flight instructor, and she doesn’t have time for schoolboy crushes.

Warnings: ex-husband!beausimpson, divorce, age gap (rooster is somewhere between 26-28, reader is 38), power imbalance between instructor and student aviator, swearing, slight angst at the end, smut, handjobs, oral (f receiving), fem-dom themes

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“You can’t sleep over.” It’s less convincing the fifth time that you’ve said it, now that your jeans are on the floor and his tongue is leaving a trail of scorching fire from the valley between your breasts to the dip of your navel. Still, he agrees just as compliantly as he had the first time that you said it. It’s a soft sound of agreement, just a hum really — real words would interrupt the adventure his mouth is on, and he just can’t afford that risk.

Teeth dragging across the flesh of your bottom lip, your groan is muffled but nonetheless, it’s out there. He chuckles against your middle, hands pressing into the softness of your waist.

“I’ll leave real early.” He promises into your skin.

It’s pointless trying a sixth time. If you had really wanted him gone, you wouldn’t have finished off those beers, or let him move things upstairs. You wouldn’t be nestled in against your pillows, basking in the way the warm muscle of his tongue knowingly works its way down your body. The hair of his mustache bristles against your skin, tickling where he sucks and nips. He knows this drives you crazy. He knows exactly how you’d want him to continue, working lower until that trimmed facial hair is bristling against your clit.

“Before eight.” You tell him.

“Why? — It’s not even a school night.” Rooster jokes, closing his mouth around your skin, kissing tenderly. Your back twists off of the mattress, keening into the feeling on his teeth grazing the plush skin of your hip. Eyes closed and actively ruining your underwear, you still breathe out a soft chuckle.

“Because I have thirty children coming tomorrow and expecting a Bluey themed rager, and I don’t think my daughter would appreciate my boyfriend crashing her birthday party.”

His tongue halts against the band of your underwear. By the time you realise what you’ve said, Bradley has already pushed himself up and is grinning down at you.

“You just called me your boyfriend.” He points out. Sitting there with that silly little grin on his face, dog tags dangling between his sun-soaked pectorals, studying you like you belong in the Louvre.

Sandalwood and vanilla fill your nose, proving to you that at least one of your senses can take in something other than him. That pretty smile and those big brown eyes might make you feel like a schoolgirl, but at least you’ve got your wits about you enough to inhale a deep breath of those scented candles flickering away on your dresser.

If you can manage that, just the one deep breath, taking in those undertones of bergamot and cedarwood, you can manage to find your footing even under the weight of that perpetual puppy-dog look on his face.

Lifting your leg, Rooster’s gaze drops from your face, his grin stretching so wide you wonder if the corners of his mouth are aiming to meet his earlobes today. He watches with that big, dumb smile on his face as you press the tip of your toe against his washboard-esque, toned middle.

“Yeah.” Just that one word makes it so clear that you’re daring him, but, in case there was any doubt on the matter, you make it that much clearer for him. One eyebrow quirked, the corner of your mouth twitches. “I also said that I’d let you sleep in my bed tonight. Makes me think it’s your turn to do something nice, don’t you think?”

His lips part, like he’s going to answer you. That look behind his eyes tells you that he’s really thinking about it; trying to think of something witty and sexy — but that hasn’t ever been his strong suit. His whole life, he’s been putting his foot in his mouth and spitting out the wrong thing. But, he doesn’t need to form a word to give you the answer you want.

Lids lowering over darkened eyes, a low growl rumbles in his chest as he drops down onto the bed beside you and grabs hold of you, manhandling you onto him. Even when he’s got you where he wants you, your thighs hugging either side of his jaw, he doesn’t grow any more gentle.

It’s the perfect view, watching the way his eyes close in delight as he drags your soaked sex down onto his mouth. The veins in his tanned hands, snaking all the way along his forearms, up into his biceps as he clutches at your thighs. His blunt nails mark your skin as his tongue greets you.

He hums into your flesh, pulling you tight against his mouth, licking a slow line upwards, savouring your taste. Just like that, he blinks slowly and stares up at you. It would be cruel, with him working so hard, not to give him a little show. His eyes widen slightly as your fingers gently card through his curls, swiping them off of his forehead with a tender touch.

“You like that, Bradley? — Letting me make a mess on your face?”

He blinks slowly, gripping your thighs so tight he might actually leave a mark. Your mouth spills open into a sultry oh that has his cock twitching in his boxers. Your hand strokes gently along his temple, following the curve of his eye socket before it heads back for your own body.

Rooster watches you all the way, licking languidly at your sex. Your hand travels your naked torso, inching its way upward until your fingers curl into the flesh of your tit. Leaning your head back, you hum graphically and swipe your thumb over your nipple.

“That’s it, baby,” You tell him, feeling the way his talented mouth stutters. “Making me feel so good. You’re gonna be a good boy and make me cum on your mouth aren’t you?”

This time, his hands abandon your thighs. Good boy, baby. It all makes him hard, but his muscle reminds you how much of a man he is. He grabs fistfuls of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands, angling you impossibly closer against his face and burying himself in your soaked cunt.

Nose bumping into your clit, your arousal soaking his face and the deep rumble of his groan sending vibrations through your body. This is getting him off just as much as it’s getting you off and Bradley isn’t ashamed of it in the slightest. He wants you to know it.

His lips latch around your clit, those pretty brown eyes widening as you lean back and brace one hand against his abs, taking control. You rock yourself against his mouth, fingers searching across the rigid planes of his firey hot stomach for purchase.

“Keep talking.” He demands, pausing just briefly to spit out the instruction before he’s tonguing at the sensitive bud between your legs once again. This time, he keeps his attention right there, squeezing his eyes shut, groping at your ass.

A devilish smile crosses your face as you reach forwards with your free hand and grab a hold of those pretty auburn curls. He lets you guide his mouth, switching between sucking at your clit and making you jolt against his mouth, and trailing his tongue through different cycles of literature until you’re moaning his name.

“That’s it, Bradley — just a little more, you can give me a little more, can’t you?”

Of course he can, and he’s so desperate too. One of his hands abandons its quest to bruise your ass and two of his fingers are trailing through your arousal before you can even ask him for more. You’re soaked enough that they slide in easily, curling against your plush walls, twisting until he finds your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck — that’s it. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.” You beg him, riding his face as his fingers thrust into you, his tongue lapping eagerly at your increasingly sensitive clit. All at once, he sends you hurtling towards your orgasm, and you’re more than happy to give him all of it. He couldn’t stop now anyway. Even when you’re spent, and panting hard, trembling as you lift yourself off of his jaw, he’s following you away.

He chases you backwards until you’re planted in front of him and he’s kneeling between your legs.

“Mm, you’re such a good boy, huh?” You sit up, kissing his mouth softly, feeling the way he presses into you like he’s proud to share the taste of you that’s on his tongue. He hums happily as you card your fingers through his head. His mouth hangs open as you turn your head and kiss softly at his earlobe. “Now fuck me like one.”

You wish you could blame him for him still being here now, at ten. It’s not his fault, really. It’s just that there’s something about seeing him asleep in your bed that makes you so hot.

Physically hot, like a flush that spreads through your body and won’t go away until you’ve gotten what you wanted. Too warm from the very beginning, light peeking in from behind the heavy curtains and Rooster draped over you like a blanket — it’s becoming a cherished part of your morning routine to have to push him off of you.

After sex, Rooster always sleeps like a baby. He doesn’t even stir when you pad off to the bathroom. Your ex-husband had always been an early riser.

Now, these sunny mornings are all your own. Brushing your teeth and taking time for yourself. Fixing yourself a cup of coffee before wandering back upstairs to check if the man in your bed is blinking those pretty brown eyes yet.

No. All heavy breathing and tangled sheets, he has twisted himself onto his back and is snoring softly. One hand under the pillow behind his head, the other strewn out across the side that you usually occupy.

Even better than the mornings to yourself: being the one who gets to wake him. Your mouth starts off on his knee. By the time you’re licking at his chest, nipping your way towards his mouth, he’s humming tiredly and reaching out for you.

One of his hands finds your face, smoothing your hair back softly as he blinks his eyes open. He was smiling before he had even opened his eyes, feeling the chill of the room as you had pulled the covers slowly off of him. Your warm mouth, licking and biting along the ridges of his abs as his fingers spread across the sheets.

“Shit, Hyde…” He’s already rock hard and straining against his boxers — as he wakes up most mornings, struggling not to push his hips up eagerly in search of your touch. “Can you take this off?”

Smiling at him, you compliantly peel the nightie over your head and lower your mouth. He bites his lip as you watch him through your lashes, licking at his navel. You follow his happy trail, your mouth so close to his skin that his erect cock strains against your throat through his boxers.

From the second that you’ve got your mouth wrapped around him, he hisses sharply and digs his heels into the mattress for leverage.

“That feels so good.” He pants, brows drawing together as your bob your mouth slowly along his length. Chest heaving, he almost squeezes his eyes shut but he can’t stand to tear his gaze away. Neither can you.

Never in a relationship before have you cared about pleasing a man quite like you have with Rooster. It’s hard to help, the addiction to those flushed cheeks and parted pink lips comes quickly.

He shudders as you rake your nails along his taut stomach, letting his head fall back, moaning unashamedly. He’s never afraid to let you know how good you’re making him feel.

But, you’re interrupted. Your eyes flicker up to his, his head lifting swiftly off of the pillow to stare at you with wide eyes as your phone rings through the room. He whines softly as you pull your lips off of him and lean across to grab it.

Pressing it to your ear with one hand, Bradley stares with wide open eyes as you stroke his cock with the other. His adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he settles back down against the pillows and exhales softly. He trusts you, sure, but he hopes this phone call is a fast one.

“Hi, how’s it going?” You smile at the sound of your friend’s voice. Bradley curls his fingers into the sheets, pressing his mouth firmly closed. He swallows thickly, watching your hand move in a twisting motion along his cock.

Your smile fades at whatever you’re being told on the phone. He whimpers under his breath. “Oh no, really?”

“Hyde.” Rooster whispers, shifting his hips uncomfortably. You take no notice.

“No, of course,” You hum, giving an understanding nod of your head as your thumb swipes through the pre-cum gathered on the tip of his cock. Bradley’s lips part and this time his mouth hangs open. Heat spreads across his cheeks. “No! It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known that he would get sick.”

“Hyde.” Rooster whines quietly, staring at the way your hand works around his cock. The way your breasts are right in front of him and your nipples are hardened in the morning air.

“I’ll figure something out. Really it’s okay.” You promise, far more focused on the phone call than you are on the man in your bed. Rooster grits his teeth and closes his eyes. His breathing grows deeper as he tries to calm himself down long enough for your conversation to come to an end. It’s no use.

Your gaze flickers back down to him as he grabs the pillow from your side and presses it tight over his face, making you stop mid-sentence. “Totally, thanks for—“

He grunts into the pillow, jolting as he cums hard into your palm and across his stomach. Your mouth drops open, staring down at the mess he has made in your hand, lips twisting up into an amused grin.

“Letting me know. I’ll call you later.” You finish, hanging the phone up quickly and tossing it out of the way. Rooster groans hard, panting as he pushes the pillow away.

“Fuck... I tried to warn you.” He mumbles, his entire face pink now. Your mouth twitches, smiling softly as you lift your hand and lick it clean. He groans as he sits up and kisses your mouth eagerly. “What was that?”

“My friend. Her kid is sick, so they can’t make it to help set up the party. I should get up, I’ve got so much to do.” You sigh, pushing yourself out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Rooster’s hot on your heels and not just because he has to clean himself up.

“I could help.”

“I don’t want to risk you being here when the kids get home. It’s not the right time for you to meet them.” You explain, stripping out of your underwear and turning the shower on. Rooster shrugs his shoulders as he cleans himself up.

“I could call the guys, get it all done faster. We’d be out of your hair before the kids get here and you don’t have to do it yourself.” He offers. Jake and Javy — you hadn’t thought of them. The look on your face alone has him smiling. He nods, leaning forwards and kissing your mouth softly. “I’ll call them.”

Thirty minutes later, you’re pulling open the door to two of your smiling students. As they step past you, you swallow at the thought of them being in your home — Rooster is one thing but inviting the whole class home is another. They grin at you from the other side of your front door, and it’s a little too late to change your mind.

“Nice place, Hyde!” Coyote compliments as he looks around the living room. Rooster jogs down the stairs pulling his shirt over his head, stumbling into the garment. Jake shoots you a smirk.

You inhale deeply and exhale. “Alright, this party starts in three hours and we’ve got a lot to do. Javy, you’re on balloons. Jake, you’re on banners. Rooster, can you figure out the bounce house with me?”

They all give you curt nods. This isn’t the first time that they have heard you give orders, they know what to do. Standing behind you, Javy reaches behind the couch cushion and lifts Rooster’s belt from behind it. Jake’s lips quirk up into an amused smirk. Rooster presses his lips into a line. This is your kid’s big day and as much as he loves his friends, he isn’t going to let them screw around.

As you turn and walk outside, Rooster snatches it back and shoots his friends a look each. They’re left in your living room with an array of orange and blue decorations.

“Crazy that if this works out then Rooster’s going to have two kids on his hands.” Javy muses as he drops down to the couch and pulls the balloons into his lap to begin inflating them. Jake cranes his neck to stare through the window into the back yard.

“One of them’s practically a teenager too.” Jake hums as he picks the birthday girl banner up from the coffee table. “Not to mention having to deal with Cyclone on holidays and special occasions.”

This makes them share a look. Then, their attention turns back outside. Rooster’s got his hands on your waist — Jake and Javy can’t hear but he’s telling you that everything’s going to be okay. You’re smiling at him, leaning into his touch.

Maybe it’ll be worth it.

The three hour countdown weighs in heavy. Bradley’s determined not to let the burden fall on you, even after it takes forty minutes just to figure out how to inflate the bounce house.

“Do I sound— Woah!” Javy whoops, voice distorted and cartoonish from the helium. Jake snickers from his spot on top of a chair, pinning balloons around the doorframe in an arch of pinks, yellows and whites.

At the sound of laughter, Rooster marches into the room and scowls seriously at the two of them.

“Can you idiots behave for five seconds? Put the helium down. Damn it, Hangman! You’re supposed to be grouping them in bunches of three.”

You’ve seen Rooster in action. He’s a good pilot with the potential to be a great one. He could be a great leader, but he’s got a temper that he’s trying hard to keep under control in work. Today, you see exactly what you knew he could be.

Taking charge, ordering his friends around your house with confidence, but still a personable touch. He cares for them. He wants them to get it right. He wants to get it all right, for you, for your daughter.

“So, you’re going to bring us birthday cake as a thanks on Monday, right, Hyde?” Hangman asks, frowning in concentration as he straightens out the birthday banner. Rooster, holding the other end, peers back over his shoulder at you and smiles.

“I guess that’s the least I could do.” You answer, watching amusedly as Jake tries to tug the banner straight and Rooster fights him every step of the way. Behind you, the doorbell buzzes. “One sec.”

You trail through the house, listening to Javy singing softly along to early 2000s pop as you pass by. Twisting the door handle, your face instantly drops. Beau is standing outside, wearing his regular jeans and t-shirt combo, with a cast wrapped around his wrist.

Beau swallows as you step closer, blocking the door with your body. He raises his hands in defense.

“I’m not here to start trouble, I swear.” After snapping his own wrist like a twig trying to hit your boy toy, Beau figures he should try to lay off all the anger before the Navy sticks him in one of those therapy groups. You stare at him, waiting for him to explain himself. He’s not welcome in your home after the shit he pulled this week, and he’s not coming in without an explanation.

Truthfully, he doesn’t even know why he still rang the bell after he saw the cars in the driveway.

“I heard Lindsay couldn’t make it, I thought maybe you could use a hand… I see now that, uh… — Look, never mind. I’ll go.” Beau mumbles, already starting back towards the door. Already shaking his head. He isn’t looking at you, he’s looking at Rooster. You hadn’t even realized that Beau could see him past your shoulder. Your boyfriend, setting up his daughter’s birthday party.

He thinks back to last year. Taylor’s pirate-themed birthday party had been incredible. Beau had thought he was doing you a favour by staying out of your way. He wonders if he had asked, if you would have let him help.

Probably not. You know him well enough to know that he would have complained, and criticized — the two of you could never pull together something like this.

Beau looks over your shoulder, watching the way that your boyfriend isn’t even fazed by his presence. He’s too busy making sure that Taylor’s day is going to be special.

“Is he… — Are you going to introduce him to the kids today?” Beau stammers, eyes flickering back to you. There’s a sense of pleading in the grey of his irises. Watching you move on is one thing, but watching his children grow accustomed to someone new is something that he just isn’t prepared for.

You shoot a quick glance over your shoulder at the three guys in your living room, then back to your ex-husband.

“No, not today,” You tell him calmly. “I was thinking next weekend.”

He stares back at you. Even over the music and the guys chatting, it’s like you can hear your ex-husband’s heart thundering in his chest. But you’ve spent too long sparing his emotions to back down and change your mind about this.

“Would you like to be there for it?” You try.

Quickly, he shakes his head. His attention is back on Rooster. He studies the way that Rooster takes a moment to survey the room, then goes right back to adjusting. You’re not even watching and the kid still won’t cut corners.

“No.” Beau decides. He pushes his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and meets your gaze once again, steely and calmer than you have seen him in a while. “But I’m… okay with it. He seems like a good guy.”

You raise your brows at him.

“I’ll come back later, once the kids are here. The party looks great. You… you did great.” He tells you, voice growing low and croaky. You offer him nothing but a polite nod and watch him turn away.

…

Tags: @cherrycola27 @mak-32 @khaylin27 @stoncms @shanimallina87 @cool-ultra-nerd @angelmavmurdock @gingerbreadandpaper @mizzzpink @whisperofsong @throwinsauce @perpetuelledaydreaming @n3ssm0nique @thedroneranger @abaker74 @marantha @ghxst-heart @diamond-3 @shawnsblue

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #ceasefire

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Hi I'm a big fan and I just wanted to let you know I love your yandere headcannons I like the way you write them, I hope you don't mind me requesting for yandere headcannons of koridai, courage and platonic!wind. If you accept I can't wait to see them. (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Y’all Courage and Koridai simps are on crack. I’m here for it tho. Not doing wind in this part as i’m still planning where he’ll be

Yan!Chain headcannons

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accompanies, Courage and Koridai, I traumatised them, oops, child abuse, SH, baby trapping.

Courage

His version of the guide was different- far more than the rest. You were there. He saw your reflections in the mirrors and out of the corners of his eye, he heard whispers of your voice, you were there since as long as he could remember. He used to think you where an imaginary friend, as he didn’t have many actual friends. It made sense. But you never went away. No matter how much medications he took or lashes he’d taken, you were there.

It was when he learned of who he was and what purpose he held that he learned what you were. And it didn’t take him long to start going off the edge.

His very own guide- someone to hold and keep all to himself. Someone no one else could see. Someone no one could steal. Someone that would finally stay.

When he meets with the chain he’s still got that entitlement.

This reflects in his love languages. Physical touch and Quality time, being as close to you as often as possible. You were his reward, his support, his gift to be put through what he was put through. He deserves you.

He’ll hurt himself for your attention. Im talking full out stab wounds if that’s what it takes for you to kiss it better.

Fiercely loyal. Glares down anyone that flirts with him and would even flat out insult them when you were still just a spirit in his minds eye. Now you’re real however? He can and will compare people to you.

Has a hand on you at all times. He doesn’t care if he’s getting glared daggers, he’s throwing his arm around your waist and savouring the way you flush.

On that note, i’m sorry if you’re easily flustered. Like- truly. This man is a f l i r t. He’ll learn what makes you tick and abuse the living hell out of it. Even if it’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear, he’ll do it if it gets you blushing.

He’d kidnap you. 100 %. Married and with a kid by your side so you have to stay and so everyone knows you’re his. A wife on his arm and an heir to his title, even if they needed a little… assistance to realise that’s what they wanted.

Fav nicknames for you: Dear, Babe, Babes, Sugar, Honey, Loves, starlight

Koridai

It took him a while to realise you were his old guide, purely off of the fact he was so deep into believing he hallucinated you.

But prying him off of you when he comes to is what’s more difficult.

Again with physical touch, but he has a sweet spot for words of affirmation and gift giving. (you’re really racking up sugar daddies)

Golden retriever energy to the nines. Waiting at your hand and foot, back and call in case you might need him. You did so much for him, he might as well pay you back. He’ll cater to whatever you want of him. You want him to jump, he’ll ask how high. You want him to smile he’s beaming. You want jewellery, he’ll mine the gems himself. You want him to change his clothing, he’ll let you pick out a whole new wardrobe. You want a husband, he’ll hire the officiant. You want a man dead, all he needs is a name.

Two faced as Sky and Wars. Absolute sweetheart to your face, plays dumb to be unassuming, slips passed the squabbling of the chain and next thing they know he’s gone and you’re in his universe.

Another kidnapper.

Fun???

Either way you’re leaving with him or he’s leaving with you. He’d gotten himself so hurt while you left him unattended for 5 minutes to get water, and you expect him to live without you? After how he was forced to leave you behind? After he dug you a grave?

He can cry on command, and you’re none the wiser. You’d hold him as he sobbed and sniffled as the others watched. You’d defend him and his place, and off of the lies stories he told you, it’s a wonder you saw his emotions at all.

Nicknames: Whatever makes you the most embarrassed or flustered

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #lu courage #lu koridai #firreplies #fir’s library

[livelaughlovesubs]

Mc as an airhead in hades

What if ra-on was a total himbo, someone very carefree and slow?

Request from @piliki777

part 2

He’d find them irritating.

Levi wouldnt know how to handle them, none of ra-on’s reactions were within his calculations. First he hung them, secondly he glared at them all hostile, then he hung them again. And ra-on’s reaction? “Where did those ropes come from?!” That was all they had to say. Levi did try to tell it to them, saying, “I just hung you, you were dying weren’t you?” To which our little clueless mc would say, “I was dying? When??”

At first it made him furious, what do you mean you didn’t understand? Who wouldn’t understand? He was sure they are acting, but after awhile he’d realise they really are that… can you say stupid?

Then it made him confused and annoyed, cuz you were unpredictable. Normally anyone would get mad when their lives are suddenly threatened, or the devils might feel exited, yet you were none of it. Not to mention the dumb questions ra-on asked him, like, “are you really the most beautiful devil? How are you so sure?” He’d take it as an insult, if he didn’t know you by now. You really were only asking, even so he still took it as a hit to his ego and would hang you again.

Or asking other dumb things like, “why aren’t you smiling?” “Why don’t you trust other devils? I thought you guys don’t lie?” “What do you mean you aren’t a devil? Why else would you have those horns?”

Even he’d get overwhelmed with the amount of questions you have, he might hang you again to silence you, or actually answer them one after another. “There is no need for me to smile.” “I’m not like the other devils, I know how to doubt and be suspicious.” “Just because I have horns doesn’t mean I am a full blooded devil.”

“But you are living in hell, as a devil, right? Then it doesn’t matter what blood you have!”

He doesn’t have any words to counter that. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all, you and your simple way of thinking.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad levi #whb levi #leviathan whb #leviathan what in hell is bad #whb leviathan

[jgetawaycar]

oh to be loved by yuji

In honour of the fandom's collectively adopted child's birthday. In my head, Shibuya never happened. In my head, Yuji is happy. Call me Fushiguro Megumi, because I am irrevocably in love with Itadori Yuji too.

who gives you the best hugs

who is a major ass cuddler

who will hit a spider with a slipper if you're scared of it and then secretly have a mental breakdown over it when he realises that it must've had a family

who takes you on onsen dates

who insists on helping you wash your hair and more

who breathes in the scent of your hair whenever he thinks you're asleep (on him of course)

who's procrastibakes pies so good that make you want to inhale them all in

who cooks and looks hot while doing it

who will bring you flowers out of the blue because why not

whose love language is playing bread & fred with you

who is big fucking tease

"I love you" "Say it again" "Ugh, you're fun, I guess" "You guess? Damn do you slander everyone you supposedly fall in love with?" "Nope, you get special rights" "Oh? What else can I get away with then?" "What do you want to get away with?" A cheesy grin spreads across his face and you realise you might have screwed yourself up, uh oh!

who absentmindedly caresses your thumb when your hands are intertwined

who will play dumb only to rile you up and then make up by kissing you all over

who gets away with almost everything and yes, that might have to do with how he's a little cute

who insists you match outfits on movie nights

who will go on a rant mid movie about how poor the visual effects are and then spend the next half pestering you to explain how the plot developed in the time he was ranting

who asks for consent every time he kisses you, no matter how long you are together, he will look for a sign of permission every single time

who buys you the most random of things because they reminded him of you

who is just as good a listener as he is a yapper

who puts on the slayest of bangers when he cooks/bakes with you (Livin la vida loca being one of them)

who follows the sidewalk rule religiously

#aaaa this is all i could think of #this is for you anon #feel free to imagine yourself as megumi #i did it too #kabdjbvkjdnjkv fuck you gege #fuck you so very much #give this kid the happiness he deserves #PLEASE #hes actually my child i will wrap him up in a duvet and run away with him to the mountains bye #happy birthday yuji my love #hes so my good looking boy coded #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro

[beanghostprincess]

Modern ZoLu AU where Zoro and Sanji are initially closer friends with Ace & Sabo cos they are closer in age and don’t have much to do with their younger sister Luffy except that Sanji one called her cute for which Zoro called him a creep bc of age difference (Luffy still a minor).

Now Zoro was gone for two years to train sword fighting with Mihawk and reconnects with old friends when he’s back. He goes to a party at Ace’s place and meets a cute boy with messy hair and an energetic personality. Zoro’s automatically flirting with him. At first Zoro had no idea who he was but he had known Zoro and dragged him into conversations and around the party.

Sanji comes in later. Within the last two years he had a lot of realisations about himself and isn’t as straight as he used to be. (How much he changed is up to you)

Anyway, now he greets Zoro by calling him a creep in return. Zoro doesn’t understand why and Sanji has to explain to him that the boy he’s chatting up is Ace & Sabo’s now little brother Luffy who went from girl to boy by cutting his hair short, getting top surgery and somehow gain a scar under his left eye.

Zoro instantly panics about what Ace and Sabo are gonna do to him. But can’t find the self control not to flirt with Luffy. He’s irresistible. At least Luffy isn’t a minor anymore.

Help 😭 What do you mean age difference? It's only two years- But yeah, Zoro would use any opportunity to call Sanji a creep so I believe that would happen somehow.

No matter the universe, Zoro is down bad for Luffy. But I honestly think Luffy would be the one to approach him first because he finds Zoro interesting and he remembers him from when he used to come over two years ago. So they start talking but Luffy doesn't mention that they know each other already, and Zoro is instantly captivated by this guy's stupidity because that's what happens in every AU with these two. They're just equally dumb and in love. Soulmate type of thing. They're flirting or, you know, doing their version of flirting. In which 'Do you want to see my swords?' isn't a sexual innuendo but like, genuinely, Zoro is talking about swords the whole time and Luffy loves it.

Zoro doesn't find out that's Sabo and Ace's brother until Sanji tells him. Sanji won't stop laughing and saying he's completely fucked because his older brothers go feral whenever somebody tries to touch Luffy, but Zoro doesn't pay much attention to it. I think he wouldn't care, tbh. Luffy is independent and he can make his own decisions.

I personally think it'd be hilarious if Luffy and Zoro started dating or having something romantic going on and the only reason why Ace and Sabo don't like it is not because they're overprotective (they are not, actually, those are just rumors and actually the only one who acts kind of protective is Sabo) but because Zoro? Really? Zoro? He's such a gym-bro in every universe and he won't shut up about swords. The only thing he's good at is maths and he won't stop falling asleep everywhere. The guys love their friend, but Zoro???? Besides, Sabo is just worried this relationship might distract Luffy from studying (<- Older brother who raised Luffy like he was his own really doesn't want Luffy to stop studying like Ace did. There's a whole drama about it because Luffy doesn't want to study either but it's different with Ace and-- Yeah. You can tell where this is going).

I think Zoro wouldn't be scared at first, and when he is a bit concerned for his safety is only because Sabo has that "Hello :) What were you two doing so late at night together? :)" type of mom creepy energy.

#sanji constantly in the background like 'you should've never dated a guy with brothers. those are the worst' #i like this story bc i imagine sanji dating usopp and being the happiest most sarcastic asshole in the whole world while this drama happens #but yeah i think the only protective brother would be sabo. ace would be kind of like 'oh. you're dating my brother? haha. good luck' #zoro is that kind of friend everybody loves but damn 'how the hell did you get a boyfriend? like. no offense dude but you're boring' #luffy finds him incredibly interesting tho so good for him #one piece #asl brothers #zolu #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #portgas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #black leg sanji

[mellowsadistic]

Lust

“Planning to sleep with someone else’s boyfriend again tonight?” a sneering voice asked.

Eden turned around. She was standing on the front step to the apartment building where her friend Becca lived. The muted sounds of loud techno music were thumping out from the raucous house party within, and bright disco lights flashed behind the curtains of the first three floors. It could only be assumed that their neighbours above had been plied with a suitable amount of gin and whiskey to keep them from complaining.

“What do you want?” Eden asked contemptuously when she saw who it was that had spoken. She rested a hand on her hip and swept her long, dirty blonde hair back. Morgan was in her Comparative Literature class, and she hadn’t taken kindly at all to the way Eden had seduced her boyfriend at a party a few days before. But really, what as a hot guy like Dan doing going out with a mousey girl like Morgan when he could be sleeping with her instead?

Morgan pointed a finger at her, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Eden waited a few moments for her to say something, but the dumb girl just stood there, pointing. Eden laughed. But at that moment that she realised something – she couldn’t move. Her body was frozen in place on the doorstep, hand on her hip, chest thrust forward, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move it an inch.

“What the… What’s going… What have you done?” she asked, her voice growing increasingly panicky. “Why can’t I move?!”

“Because I don’t want you running off while I work on you,” said Morgan, smirking. She lowered her finger, but Eden found that she still couldn’t move a muscle.

“How are you doing this?” Eden demanded fearfully.

“I’m a witch, stupid,” said Morgan. “God, I can’t believe Dan let himself get drawn in by such an airhead. Maybe I ought to turn you into a bimbo – that would be fitting. But no… Enhancing your sex appeal isn’t really what I want to go for, and in any case, I already have just the thing to put you in your place. Didn’t your Mummy ever tell you not to steal other people’s toys, you silly girl? I guess not. But since you acted like a selfish little baby…”

Morgan snapped her fingers, and at once Eden felt her lacy panties thicken between her legs. She gasped with shock as her underwear expanded outwards beneath her skin-tight leggings, turning white and puffy and crinkly, until at last they stopped growing, and there was an unmistakable diaper bulge around her waist, clashing ridiculously with her skimpy party-girl outfit.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked. “Is that a… Get it off! Get it off, get it off, get it off!”

“What are you talking about, silly girl?” Morgan tittered. “You can’t go without your nappies! Especially since I’m about to take away your potty training.”

“My…” Eden’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Please! Oh God, please! Please don’t make me incontinent! I can’t be incontinent! That would be so… so…”

“Disgusting?” Morgan finished for her, grinning. “Yes, I suppose it would,” she went on, thoughtfully. “It does sound pretty yucky, doesn’t it? I’m sure it will be difficult for a hottie like you to get used to peeing and pooping in her own pants.” She shrugged. “But I guess that’s too bad!”

She snapped her fingers again, and Eden’s bladder and bowel control vanished permanently. A rush of pee streamed into her nappy an instant later, soaking into the bulky padding.

“Ewwww!” Eden cried, still frozen in place, unable to do anything but stand there and feel the stream of wee-wee flood her baby pants. “Please don’t do this to me! It feels so gross! Dan’s the one who cheated on you! Why don’t you take revenge on him?!”

“Oh I have,” said Morgan, darkly, “Believe me. But hey, if you ever decide to shack up with him again, the two of you could probably save a lot of money buying nappies in bulk! Although he might not be up for it now, on account of how he’s back living with his Mummy with the mind of a two-year-old. But I’ve got something a little different in mind for you…”

She snapped her fingers once more. Eden felt her body unfreeze, and her hands immediately shot to her nappy, pressing against the sodden, crinkly padding as if she still couldn’t believe it was really there. She was about to rip it off and make a run for it, when a sudden, powerful wave of arousal washed over her. Her knees bent inwards, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. She was wearing a nappy. A wet nappy. Like some kind of big, dumb baby. Her pussy pulsed with pleasure, and this time she couldn’t stop the soft, slutty moan escaping her lips.

“Ughh… What have you… Mmmmm… What have you done to me?”

“What do you mean, Eden?” Morgan asked innocently, but there was a wicked grin on her face. “I already told you.”

“No, I don’t mean… incontinent…” Eden doubled over, pressing down hard on her pussy through her thick, wet Pampers. She moaned like a whore. “Ughhhhh….. I’m incontinent!” she squealed with a mixture of arousal and horror. “I’ll never use a toilet again!” Her pussy ached. Morgan had turned her into some kind of pervert! She toddled awkwardly off the doorstep, heading for the street as fast as she could with her nappy pushing her legs apart and her hands pressing between them. She knew she must look like a little girl desperate for the potty. A stupid, overgrown baby about to have an accident. But she’d already had an accident. And she was far too little for potties. She groaned lustily.

“Where are you going, silly?” Morgan giggled. “The party’s that way!” she pointed to the door. “Don’t you want to see all your friends? And I bet there will be lots of cute boys inside. Although I don’t know if they’ll find you quite so sexy with a used diaper hanging off your ass.”

“Please,” Eden panted, coming to a halt and rubbing a hand needily against her crotch. “Please… Don’t make me…”

“I’m not going to make you do anything, potty-pants,” said Morgan happily. “I think you’re going to go in all by yourself.”

Eden moaned at the use of the name. Potty-pants. That was her. Little Miss Potty-Pants. She looked over at the door. Becca was in there, and all her friends. And a lot of cute guys. What would they say if they saw her like this? Would they tease her? Would they laugh at her? Would everyone make fun of the stupid little diaper dork? The dumb baby who thought she could be a grown-up.

Eden couldn’t stop herself. She started waddling back over to the door, her wet nappy squishing between her thighs. The rational part of her mind told her she had to go home, that she couldn’t let everyone see her like this. But she was so, so horny. She opened the door and went inside, Morgan following along behind with a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

It didn’t take long to find her friends. The popular clique, and all their hangers-on. “Eden!” Becca squealed tipsily, a brightly coloured cocktail in her hand. People were dancing and drinking all around them. “Glad you could make it, girl! I… What are you wearing?”

“I… I… I’m wearing my nappy!” Eden blurted out loudly. Her face was crimson. She could see dozens of people look at her, some whispering to each other, others smirking, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop now. She grabbed the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down over her bottom, fully exposing her soggy diaper to everyone in the room. “I’m too dumb for the potty!”

A lot of people burst into uncontrollable laughter, while others simply stared dumbfounded at her, one of the hottest girls on campus, as she made a totally ridiculous spectacle of herself. But if there was any doubt in anyone’s mind that this was just some kind of weird joke, Eden removed it. She knew what she had to do.

While Morgan watched with delight from the background, Eden bent her knees, screwed up her pretty face, and started grunting and straining as hard as she could to push a messy load into her nappy. “Uh-oh!” she sang between her grunts. “I doing a poo-poo!”

Everyone was laughing now. Even Eden’s so-called friends couldn’t stop themselves shrieking with mirth as the gorgeous college student pooped her pants like a two-year-old in front of them. They laughed about it for the rest of the party, as they would for weeks and months and years afterwards, while Eden was left to toddle home, tears of shame pouring down her face, her reputation ruined forever, with one hand shoved firmly down the front of her nappy all the way.

#mellowsadistic

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

OMG THE PLATONIC AIZAWA HAS ME SCREAMING ILHSM but onto the request aizawa x reader (platonic again) where reader is like really chaotic and short and constantly kicking minerals ass cause they’re tired of him assaulting them and the other students and just what aizawa would say to them abt it??

Im sorry i got to this as late as i did! How do people have hobbies with a full time job they literally expect the whole world from you :(

Anyway I hope you like it :)

Masterlist <3

Warning: mentions of disordered eating, Mineta 💀

Aizawa x Student!Reader (Platonic) Headcannons - Mineta

You were getting really pissed off now. For the third day in a row you had been sent to the principle's office for violence against another student. What bullshit. Obviously Mineta should expect a complimentary kick in the balls every time he comments on yours or Momo's boobs. She's just too sweet to have to deal with that - poor Momo didn't do nothing to nobody and she must be protected!

The same goes for every other girl in your class. And boy, for that matter. Every time he'd say something to upset one of the guys you were immediately there to back their corner and shut Mineta's closed mindedness down. Nobody could run from the protective, mama wolf in your genes. Protect the pack at all times.

You were always very protective and possessive over your friends, and it was something that lost you a lot of them, but luckily, your new friends at UA can handle you. In fact, they not only handle you, but they enjoy your company and treasure you as much as you treasure them.

But noone realises as Mineta sews the seeds of doubt in your mind. Every time he compared your body and personality with your friends', you had looked at yourself a little differently in the mirror that night. You suddenly found yourself very sickening, and it was poisoning you. Your waist isn't as thin as Momo's, you're not as busty as her either. Would anyone ever choose you over her?...

Stop. You are not about to let these stupid feelings and thoughts affect your relationship with your friends, you love them more than you could ever love yourself.

The next day, you return in baggier clothes and a slightly longer skirt, and you pull the back down and keep it flush to your skin as you walk up the stairs on your way to class. None of the girls find it wierd, because they do the same in fear that Mineta is behind them, looking up their skirts because he's been caught before for that.

But Aizawa is horrified. He's horrified, and absolutely livid when he clocks why you're always cussing out Mineta, why you hold your skirt down with fists closed so tight that your knuckles turn white and the fabric wrinkles, why you never walk in front of the purple haired boy, or group with him in a project, and why you refuse to bend down to pick something up, or go to the school's toilets. In fact, none of the girls do any of these things.

You catch his attention, though, when you collapse during training because you haven't eaten enough. You've been on a strict diet and didn't want to gain weight because of the ridicule you might get. Heroes are pretty, after all. They should be model worthy, and if people see you as bland in comparison to all of your friends, it makes you feel envious of them in ways you couldn't understand. You've never blamed or hated them for it though. You could never.

When your Sensei finally manages to ask you what's going on instead of assuming, your answer doesn't surprise him. He's not surprised at all, actually, but one thing he is, is enraged. And when he spoke to all of the girls in the class he realised that they had all been pretty much silent about their feelings, but they felt the same. Crushing guilt was the next thing he felt. How could he have not noticed?! His students are suffering and he didn't even bat an eye? Some teacher he is.

"Why are you putting your body under so much stress? It's not wise, and if you think it's going to make you a better hero, i've come to nip this in the bud. Future heroes don't make dumb decisions like this."

"... That's not it."

"... Why, then?"

...

And it's so much worse when he finds out that all of you'd had issues with your self image because of one student who just couldn't keep himself in check. When he had been told of all the borderline predatory acts Mineta had done, he may as well have been expelled on the spot.

It had taken a lot of courage to tell him about something like this, so when the class was rewarded with less homework and an icecream the next day, everyone was pleased, and everyone knew why.

Noone had anything to say about it though, so we all just let it go.

Mineta ends up being blacklisted from entering any hero school in the future, and not a soul is surprised or upset about it. And when Aizawa quietly offers free counseling for what damage Mineta had done, you politely decline with the promise that it'll get better with time and attentiveness.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #aizawa x reader #bnha headcanons #dadzawa #aizawa headcanons #aizawa x you #mha aizawa #aizawa drabble #aizawa shota x reader #mha fluff

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-One

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses @laurpartyprogram @sunsshinesunny @malerieee @talialovesmiw @shilohrosechicken @thatchickwiththecamera @tamtam-elizabeth

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“Chris, it’s changing shape too.”

Hearing Ricky say that, first it was changing colour, and now it was changing shape, and Chris, Chris couldn’t breathe, he just he could.. No. no, he just.. There was just too, too much..

“Rick, Ricky move-”

Chris wasn’t paying attention to Talia pushing Ricky out of the way from where he was half in front of Chris as she pulled him to face her as she knelt on the couch. He was struggling to suck air into his lungs in a daze as she reached up, and pressed her palms to his cheeks to take his face in her hands, his eyes meeting hers as he struggled.

“I, Jelly-”

“Hi, Spookie, yea, I’m here, just breath with me okay?”

Chris felt her move to press one of her hands to his chest over his displaced shirt, avoiding his exposed soulmate tattoo. Maybe because it would bring his mind right back to what was causing his panic, maybe not, but it didn’t matter. She was just drawing his focus to her, completely to her. Her hand pressed against where his heart was beating so hard in his chest, and how her thumb was brushing so tenderly across his cheek.

He listened as she talked him through the five things. Five things he could see, four, he could feel, three he could hear, two he could smell, and one he could taste.. By the time they got down to the one, and Chris realised his mouth actually was all dry like cotton wool, Ricky offered up a piece of gum from sitting half crouching next to him on the floor.

“Don’t worry, it’s vegan, I checked.”

The fact that he checked before offering had Chris sighing and leaning against him a little as Ricky stood up from the floor again, his arm wrapping around his shoulder,

“Better, Chris?”

Chris smiled softly over to Talia, thankful she was here, thankful in so many ways for her, for Ricky, for both of them..

“Yeah, I don’t, I don’t know what’s happening.. There are no theories on this one. When it comes to passed soulmate tattoos, they just, are.”

So the fact something was happening to his, was beyond him. “Chris-”

He looked at Talia as she sighed,

“I’m not asking for your tattoo, I’m asking for you, I’m worried about you, are you okay?”

He relaxed, marginally, anyway, but nodded. It wasn’t enough, though. Not nearly enough. Talia might only be worried about him, but he needed to know, he needed more.

“I need to know though, Talia, I need to understand.” He’d already lost his soulmate, he couldn’t go through this if something was happening that involved Ricky and Talia that could risk, something with them too. “I left a message asking if anyone had heard of people feeling strange sensations on the message board from their tattoos after a soulmate passed, but all I got was a smart arse remark from what I suspect was a dumb ass kid.”

He groaned slightly,

“What use is the verification process if stupid kids can still get on the board.”

Glancing over to Ricky as he scoffed at this only to hear Talia giggle slightly as well, in his frustration he was obviously missing something,

“Chris,”

Talia starting softly,

“Just because someone is over eighteen, doesn’t mean they aren’t a dumb ass kid.”

Then Ricky just had to chime in,

“Yea, think about who we were at eighteen.. Hell, go online and watch old motionless videos, and we were older than eighteen Chris.. Me know, I would have called us dumb ass kids.”

“Okay, okay, point taken.”

Talia sighed,

“Now, back to Chris thinking his tattoo is reacting to Rick, but Rick thinking it’s reacting to me..”

She looked over at Chris, Talia had heard what Ricky said about Chris having problems with his shoulder while she was having her breakdown, and they were looking after her. Really, it just sounded all kinds of flimsy to her, but wasn’t all of this with the tattoos? It was all about interpretation, and it was confusing, at best.

“What makes you think it's reacting to Ricky, though, Chris?”

At that, she noticed the way he paused, the way he glanced at her, wait, was that hesitation, why was he so hesitant? Was it bad?

“Spookie?”

It was Rick that spoke up though,

“I kissed him.”

When she looked over at him in surprise, oh. Oh. She hadn’t realised their friendship might be like that, cross those boundaries. Though, he was the one that had joked about her and Ava. The surprise must have said something to him, however, for him to want to clarify when he quickly added,

“Comfort kiss, it was just a peck, just a peck.”

Was he worried she’d be upset at him kissing Chris? They weren’t together, and she wasn’t about to go postal on him, was she? She didn’t think she was? But then why did her tattoo suddenly twinge like that when he started defending himself, blinking quickly. She knew Ricky had felt it between them with the way he was looking at her now. A gasp from Chris had them both looking over at him, shit… He felt it too, she was jealous.. But she didn’t feel jealous? Did she? That, why was the tattoo reacting when she wasn’t even jealous, they weren’t together! They, they.. He said..

“This is insane.”

Talia stood up quickly from the couch, but then as soon as she did, she stopped, not sure what she was doing where she was going, Ricky suddenly standing up too, 

“Rick..”

She glanced to Chris, his tone slightly warning.. And that was when she realised, Ricky hadn’t been alone with her since the kitchen, only with Chris, right, because Chris knew, Chris had been, Talia chuckled.. Chris was there to keep them apart.. Oh that was perfect.. He was their chaperone, that was just perfect. Now he was tangled up in this mess too..

“You laugh.. But it gets better.. I think you should kiss Chris.”

Her gaze fell back on Ricky for a second, look at him like he’d grown a second head, he was telling her to kiss Chris. Just like that and instantly her tattoo was reacting, which was, embarrassing. She couldn’t even hide the fact that she’d thought about it, and oh, had she’d thought about it, thought about how if she wasn’t Ricky’s soulmate. Oh. My. God. That wasn’t fair, they could both feel it now, too. 

“This is ridiculous, it’s complicated enough… isn’t it?”

Ricky just stared at her..

“Okay, hear me okay.. I thought before.. My tattoo was ripping through me every time I thought about you and Chris because I was jealous, but I think, the problem with these tattoos is that, well, it's all open for interpretation isn’t it?”

Talia swallowed as she looked to Ricky as he talked, he looked from her to Chris, and then back to her. Listening as he spoke about his tattoo affecting him concerning her friendship with Chris, so he’d known, that was news to her..  Even more so, why, why did she have butterflies in her stomach just listening to him talk like this.. She hadn’t felt like this since, since the night she almost met him in line for VIP.. so excited, so thrilled that she was on the verge of meeting her soulmate for the first time.

It was almost like, for the first time in years, she finally felt alive again.. Looking between Ricky, and then Chris.

“I don’t think I was jealous you were with Chris, I think,”

Ricky paused, this was going to be a leap, because, it was, it was a massive leap right now, but from how he felt ever since he’d invited Chris over and the three of them had spent time together. Sure it had been painful moments, but, there had been funny moments, moments when they could laugh and comfort each other..

“What, Rick?”

Glancing over towards Chris,

“I think I wanted to be there with you. I was so terrified of my soulmate tattoo, and dealing with Grace, and everything with Grace is still shit.. She’s deleted everything and it, it feels worse than ever, because now I don’t know where she is, what she’s doing.. She could be right outside this door and I wouldn’t know.”

He swallowed and sighed when Chris shook his head,

“Nope, that's the one place we know she isn’t, the security system would have gone off, I swear.. You want me to bring up the cameras, she might have figured out yours, but I guarantee she hasn’t mine.”

Rick felt a flush of warmth of affection for both of them when Chris said that, and the way Talia muttered Bitch under her breath.. Talia, JellyBean, too sweet for words Talia, and she was, now they were both looking at her when she said that..

“What? You want to know what Ava calls her? You want to know?”

The chuckle that came from Chris had Ricky smiling, for such a serious issue, only these two could make him smile,

“Okay, now I have to know, JellyBean.”

“Ava calls her the soulmate stealing hussy. I swear, right before we walked into the greenroom, that was how she cheered me up.”

“Oh, my god.”

Ricky couldn’t help but mutter as he laughed along with Chris. Both of them absolutely applaud and yet amused beyond belief by Ava’s antics, well, now they were, they probably wouldn’t have been at the time considering. At the time, they had both thought that Grace really was Ricky’s soulmate and Talia was the interloper. Now, though, they knew better.

“Calling her a bitch, is nothing.”

Yeah, now it was nothing. Ricky nodded slightly.

“So, back to this, Sweetheart.. The fact that your tattoo reacted to my suggestion of kissing Chris makes me think you’ve thought about it already.”

Raising an eyebrow to her, and there was no way he was going to judge her, seeing the way her face flushed he smirked a little, right, 

“Sweetheart, I’ve already kissed him, you know that, I’m going to me perfectly honest, not just once. That peck, was probably was one of the more innocent kisses.. Right Chris?”

His smirk grew at the surprise on her face, looking over to Chris,

“Right, make me explain.. It was, years, years, ago.. Just some fun, nothing serious, just making out..”

Seeing Talia shake her head slightly,

“And here I thought all your stage antics were just for fun.”

Ricky couldn’t help the laugh there at the teasing remark Talia directed towards Chris, she wasn’t wrong either, the shit he used to pull towards him on stage, sending the fans completely wild, had been hilarious.

“Admittedly, then Julia came along, then Grace, and our lives changed. It was just a bit of fun, we knew it wasn’t real, we weren’t soulmates, so like I said, fun.”

“We.. weren’t.”

Ricky added as he glanced at the changing mark on Chris shoulder that he’d covered up by fixing his shirt since he’d sat in the chair after calming down.. The colour changing, the image shifting, who knows what was happening right now. He had a theory, one that he didn’t need a message board for, and any scientist to tell him, just a wild stab in the dark he supposed, which was why he wanted Talia to kiss, Chris.

“No wonder you thought I hooked up with Ava.”

Talia smiled at him, “I was joking!” She laughed at him as he tried to defend himself. At the same time, he didn’t have a leg to stand on with the fact he had just admitted to having made out with his best friend knowing they weren’t soulmates years ago.. True enough.. She’d shared tiny moments with Ava, nothing more than drunken flirty kisses while laughing their asses off over drinking games. “My idea is still there, Talia.. If the kiss makes the tattoo react, I think.. I think something more is going on here, something bigger than just the bond between you and me.”

Looking at Ricky, Talia turned to Chris, who had been silent on the matter so far,

“Spookie, you haven’t said anything, I mean, would you even want to kiss me anyway?”

She wasn’t going to kiss him just for the tattoo if he didn’t want to have anything to do with her like that! Just because they were friends, and getting closer, didn’t mean she wanted to assume anything.

Chris paused, was, was she really asking him if he wanted to kiss her? This gorgeous women who he would kiss in a fucking heart beat the moment he saw her if he thought for one moment she’d give him a second thought? Oh, Chris remembered the night of VIP with such clarity, long before they’d discovered Ava was Vinny’s soulmate, he’d noticed Talia when she was still in line. There’d just been something about her, she’d been different when he’d glanced towards her a few times before she’d gotten to the front of the line to meet them. If he’d not known for years that his soulmate was gone and nearly every person he met wouldn’t be bothered with him, he’d have asked her out immediately. Well, maybe not, asking fans was a slippery slope, they all knew it. Then of course, realising who she actually was, sending their entirely fucking world, Ricky’s world, on its head? Fuck, she was asking him that?

Knowing that her tattoo had reacted just from thinking about kissing him, that she’d thought about kissing him herself…

“JellyBean..”

Taking in a breath.. How could she think he didn’t want..

“Baby..”

Nope.. he leaned closer to her, a hand coming up to cup her cheek, and his lips were capturing hers in a kiss that was as far from just a peck on the lips as possible compared to the kiss Ricky had planted on him just the day before. The moment his lips touch hers, all three of their tattoos, including Chris’ strange grey, half formed tattoo, flared to life and had Chris gasping against Talia’s mouth with the softest groan.. Oh, fuck.

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nice to meet you, where you been? (steddie tattoo shop au)

🌷 part 1 | part 2 (or read on ao3) | T – 12.3k – 3/3 🌷

part 3: fallingforyou (5k)

in which the boys finally have that date

Eddie doesn’t even make it home before his phone vibrates, revealing a new message from an unknown number. 

Unknown: hi i was a bit dumb and didn’t ask for your number but i figured you’d be cool if i take it from the form you filled out for the tat. hope that’s fine! 👀 

Steve: oh this is steve by the way

Eddie snorts and leans against the lamp post beside him. It’s a bit stupid, the way he just essentially drops everything to text a boy; but he’s always been like that, and he sure as hell isn’t gonna change that for Steve fucking Harrington! In fact, he has a feeling it might only get worse from here on out. 

Eddie: Aw and here I thought this was Brad. I even drew a little heart beside my phone number on the tattoo form :( Steve: pff please you’d never get a tattoo from someone named brad Steve: that’s not even a real name  Steve: people named brad aren’t real Eddie: Brad is ghosting me and you’re joking about it, Harrington, I cannot believe this 💔 Steve: i’ll make it up to you Steve: are you free on saturday? Eddie: Only if Brad doesn’t un-ghost me 😔 Steve: menace :D Eddie: I’m getting your tattoo removed as we speak!!! Eddie: !!!!!! Steve: :( Eddie: That’s what you get, Stevie. That’s what you wanna take on a date.

Eddie’s heart is hammering in his chest, the wide grin faltering a little when he realises what he just said. He called it a date. Is that right? Is that what Steve wants? Is that what they’re doing? There is a chance that Steve only wants to catch up, hang out as friends. Queer friends that can’t exactly stop smiling at each other, who occasionally get lost in each other’s eyes, who flirt, who…

Damn. He’s not objecting to a friendship with Steve. Hell, it would probably be one of the best things to happen to him right after his band and the soulmate-ism with Chrissy! But the thing is, he’d have a massive crush to get over first. 

There, he’s admitting it now. He has a crush on Steve Harrington like he’s never had a crush like this on anyone before, ever, in his whole entire life. Except once, in high school, for nearly two years. On Steve Harrington. Fucking dammit, he is so cliché. He’s leaning against a lamppost, grinning down at his phone, and everything! 

And Steve isn’t typing anymore. Eddie is kind of dying. How’d this man get this much power over him in the matter of, what, like a week? 

Eddie: Not too late to back out of that by the way Steve: are you kidding me?? Steve: bro i would take you on that date right now instead of waiting until saturday Steve: but alas

‘Alas’! The boy knows words! 

Eddie’s heart is doing a somersault in his chest — and if anyone asks, no, that’s not him giggling down at his phone out on the streets like a helpless little gay boy with his first real, butterflies kind of crush. 

Eddie: Oh damn, you're a real go-getter, aren't you, Steebie? Eddie: Wait Eddie: Did you just call me bro Eddie: DID YOU JUST CALL ME BRO STEVEN Eddie: B R O ?????? Eddie: Is that what we are 😔

Steve: drowning my phone as we speak 

Steve:if you need me no you don't

And if Eddie is cackling at that, laughing, blushing, hiding his face behind his curls, no, he is not. 

Giggling, blushing, and feeling so very alive, Eddie hits the call button and hopes that Steve didn’t actually drown his phone and went to leave the country. 

But luck, it turns out, favours him today, because Steve picks up on the first ring. 

“Hi, bro,” Eddie says, still laughing. On the other end of the line, Steve is groaning, but Eddie can hear something even better. “Oh my God, is that Nobody’s Perfect you’re listening to? From Hannah Montana?” 

“Picking up the phone was a mistake,” Steve sighs without any real heat, and Eddie just wants to go all the way back and watch him. Chin on his hands and all. Just watch Steve as he closes up, listening to ridiculous songs that make him call people bro as he’s flirting with them, and tell him how beautiful he looks in clothes that are not designed to make people look this perfect. 

“So what was that about taking me on a date right now?” Eddie asks instead of saying any of that, listening as the music gets quieter over the line. 

There’s a moment of silence and Eddie imagines Steve shrugging. He’s adorable even in Eddie’s head. He lives in there now. Rent free, just pretty and sassy and not at all bro-like. 

“Stevie?” 

“Uh. Yeah, that was, uh. Sorry.” 

“What for?” 

A huff, some shuffling, and Eddie yearns. He feels it in his hands, the way they’re tingling, aching to reach out, to hold, to keep. 

Steve sighs, then speaks. “Nothing, just a whole narrative of things that make me sound like the clingiest dude, so let’s pretend I didn’t say a thing?” 

Eddie smiles before he knows it, because Steve might be saying what he thinks he’s saying, and he’s being shy about it. Shy! Steve! Eddie never stood a chance. 

“You miss me already, Mister Kettle?” 

“Maybe.” And God. How is he so charismatic even when he’s shy and most probably blushing? Steve Harrington, force of nature specifically designed to wreck Eddie’s little heart and soul and universe. 

“Say the word and I’ll come back, Stevie,” Eddie says, and he finds that he means it. He doesn’t have plans, Chrissy isn’t home to tell him he’s not dreaming, and he has this ache, this tingling in his chest, his arms, his hands. This feeling that tells him he has to go hug Steve right this second and not let go for the next five to seven business decades. 

There’s a huff and the ache only gets stronger. 

“In fact, Steeb-o, it’s actually testing every ounce of strength this mind and body possess not to jump back into the subway and make my way over to you. So, like. Say the word. I think I might literally be begging you to go ahead and say the word, give me an excuse to be annoying and clingy.” 

Steve chuckles and he sounds both relieved and stricken, and Eddie wants to know. He wants to know what’s happening inside that pretty little head. He needs to know what Steve thinks, what he wants, what he sees, what his world is like. 

This is crush of his is moving incredibly fast. And still it’s far from enough for Eddie, and he knows that’s kinda not good, not healthy, a bit dangerous possibly. But it seems to be the same for Steve. Like maybe they’re bad influences for each other. 

Like catalysts for destruction. But how would the boy who shines like gold in the sunlight destroy him? The boy who listens to Nobody’s Perfect when he’s cleaning and closing up, the boy who tapes up his shirt sleeve so Eddie won’t have to take off his shirt, the boy who has a whole binder of weird-ass tattoos and the softest touch, the quickest mouth, the sharpest tongue, meeting Eddie’s banter head-on like it’s all they’ve been doing since taking their first breath of shared air. 

It’s not destruction that’s happening. It’s something much, much more terrifying. It has Eddie’s heart beating in his throat all the same. 

“Let me take you on a real date,” Steve says then. “When I didn’t have a long day at work. When I won’t say stupid shit. Okay, Eddie?” 

The yearning doesn’t stop, not when Steve says his name like that, in that smiling way he has. Part of him wants to object, wants to insist to turn around and spend more time with Steve. He wants to kick himself, wants to apologise for just running out of the shop like that. If he hadn’t, maybe they could go on that date now. 

But Steve’s exhausted, and he deserves better than Eddie being actually clingy and annoying about this. Boundaries. No matter how tingly his arms are. 

“Of course,” is what he says. “Sorry.” 

“Not at all,” Steve hurries, that casualness back in his voice that makes Eddie want to go eat a tree. “I think I started that, anyway.” 

“Yeah, when you called me bro,” Eddie adds, snickering. 

Steve groans again. “I hate you.” 

“And for good reason, too, bro.” 

“I’m hanging up on you, Edwin.” 

“Can’t believe you continuously hate-crime me, Steve Rogers.” 

“Captain America? You won’t hear me complaining.” 

Eddie snorts. “You’re so easy, man.” 

“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve laughs, and Eddie wants to soak it up. Live inside that laugh. 

“Bye, Stevie.”

And then the line goes dead, and Eddie finds himself still leaning against the lamppost, stupid grin on his face, face half hidden behind his hair. There is that nice sting of a new tattoo on his arm, the late summer air is breezing through his jacket, and the upbeat Powerwolf song picks up where Eddie left it when Steve called. 

It’s a good day. A great day. A wonderful, perfect, absolutely breathtaking day. 

Eddie is a bundle of nerves and anxiety by the time Saturday rolls around. He’s spent more time in Chrissy’s bed than in his own and they went over the whole, What if he finds out I’m actually the most boring person on this planet? ordeal, which has gained him a pillow to the head and a big, big hug. He’s not complaining. 

But he also is decidedly not calm when he sees Steve rounding the corner. Not when he sees the guy breaking into a huge smile that puts even the sun to shame, and especially not when he spots the flowers in the guy’s hands. Flowers for him. Flowers that make his heart skip.

God, he’s so lame. 

“Hey,” Steve says, still smiling, except now Eddie can see he’s blushing. Blushing! 

Abort mission, abort mission! Eddie cannot do this. He is not cut out to dating pretty boys that blush and bring him flowers. 

“Hi,” he says, feet rooted to the ground as he feels his own blush rising to his cheeks. “Are those for me?” 

“No, actually they’re for Brad. I’m surprised to meet you here, this is kinda awkward now.” Steve’s looking around in a theatrical manner and Eddie hates him so much, he is so lame! 

Except now they’re both laughing and Eddie is pulling Steve into a tight, warm hug. It feels so intimate, the way Steve’s face is pressed against the crook of his neck, his arms tight around Eddie’s middle. And the little hum when Steve’s laughter subsides sends shivers down his back.

He was right, actually. Holding Steve is the best thing his arms could do, and he never wants to let go. 

“Hi,” he says again after a while, closing his eyes and smiling into Steve’s shoulder. 

“Hey.” 

This is going great. Neither of them seems in the mood to let go anytime soon. 

But then Steve takes a step back and holds out his flowers to Eddie. They’re dried flowers, the same he has in the little vases in his tattoo parlour, and they smell amazing. It’s ridiculously cute. Everything about Steve makes Eddie want to explode and scream and laugh and cry and take the deepest breath of his lifetime. 

“I would have given you fresh ones, but I feel like that would have been a bit sad if they can’t get water, and these ones will probably last you a bit longer, too. I hope that’s fine?”

It’s fine. It’s so, so fine. God, it’s so lame, but it’s so fine, and Eddie wants to scream again. Instead, he takes the flowers and goes in for another hug. Steve chuckles and breathes a tiny little sigh of relief that Eddie soaks right up. 

“Thank you, Stevie,” he murmurs. “I love them, actually. Very metal, to bring me dead flowers, actually.” 

At that, Steve sputters and shoves away from him, still laughing. “Yeah, I figured you’re weird enough to enjoy dead flowers more than dying ones.” 

“Touché, Steven. Touché.” 

“You're so weird,” Steve says and then nudges their shoulders together. “Now come on, mister tough guy metal man.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna have that be my actual title. Can I legally make you address me like that?”

Steve eyes him from the side and says, in the most serious tone, “I won’t say anything without my lawyer.” 

Eddie cackles at that, feeling elated and excited and just really fucking good. Steve makes him feel all those good things that people have been talking about forever, and it’s only just the first date. He’s helpless. Can’t stop looking at Steve, sneaking glances and hiding behind his hair when Steve meets them, looking so fucking fond that it makes Eddie want to run away again. 

It’s intense in a way that Eddie has never experienced. And they talk. Oh, but they talk. About everything and nothing, and it feels so natural. He learns more about Steve’s best friend Robin, he still doesn’t know the name of his little tattoo angel friend, and it turns out walking around town with Steve is an experience, because you can’t take the guy anywhere. 

Every five minutes there’s someone waving, excited to see him, or even just nodding as they pass them on the street. It kind of adds to his sunny disposition and makes Eddie feel like he’s stepped into a parallel universe, like he’s witnessing something primal to the human experience. Something like joy, like fascination, like the universal constant that is being drawn to Steve Harrington. 

And he’s staring, smile on his lips, when Steve notices. 

“What?” he asks, sounding a bit shy underneath that amusement as he pays for ice cream and hands Eddie his cone. 

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing to me, man.” 

Eddie eyes him. “Are we entering bro territory again, Harrington?” 

“Oh fuck you,” he laughs, and then the moment is over and Eddie could go back to his musings. He could. But he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and if there’s one thing he doesn’t have, it’s a filter. And chill. Okay, there are several things he doesn’t have, and all of them come out when he’s around Steve, apparently. 

“It’s just, you’re like the sun.” 

Steve stops in his tracks, looking at him. “I’m like the sun?” 

Eddie nods and comes to a stop a few steps ahead of Steve. “Pretty much.” 

“Uh. Care to elaborate?” 

“Well, first of all you’re wearing a yellow button-up, of all things, and that just screams sun at me, no take-backs,” he points out, and Steve looks down at himself, frowning a bit like he’s only just realised the colour of his shirt. Adorable. 

Eddie continues, before his brain catches up with whatever the fuck he’s doing, baring his thoughts like that on the first date. 

“Secondly, you’re kind. Like, you’re a genuinely nice guy. And I think the term sunny disposition was coined for you specifically. Actually, I have a friend in linguistics, I can ask her if there are any etymological… Anyway, uh.” Oh, there it is. His brain is back and he realises what he’s saying, notices the way Steve’s looking at him, his head cocked to the side, looking at him. Seeing him. Understanding what he’s saying. 

Eddie swallows and goes back to eating his ice cream, looking anywhere but at Steve. 

He almost misses it when Steve says, “You’re cute, Eddie Munson.” 

His head whips up when he hears that, staring at Steve and his stupid little smile, his shining eyes, the glazed look in them, like he’s seeing Eddie and the rest of the world for the first time. 

And Eddie, because he truly deserves the title of triple high school flunkee, says, “No, you.” 

Steve huffs and shakes his head, still with that smile on his lips as he approaches Eddie again, crossing that distance. Drawing Eddie in even though his feet are rooted to the floor again. He swallows as the blood rises to his cheeks, bringing with it a heat that only deepens his conviction that Steve is a fucking sun of his own. 

They’re so close, suddenly, that Eddie can smell the sweet lemon ice cream Steve got, and he holds his breath, petrified. He begins to understand why, throughout history, people have built religions around the sun. Why they have worshipped and created mythology around her, why people have been likened and pronounced representatives of the sun herself. 

He gets it when Steve leans in and brushes the sweetest kiss to his burning cheek. His hand lingers on Eddie’s jaw even as he pulls away. 

“Cute,” Steve says with a finality that a voice as raspy as his shouldn’t possess. But Eddie doesn’t dare argue, not when Steve is so close, not when he can see the blush on his cheek, not when he only needs to turn his head and their lips would touch. “And pretty. Thank you.” 

The fingers on his jaw are moving in the slightest caress once, twice, three times before Steve pulls back. 

And Eddie sways. Honest to god sways on his feet, and he tries to mask it by taking a step back and spinning around, but Steve’s light snicker tells him he’s been found out. 

It’s unfair, though, that Steve gets to have this charm. This confidence. The courage to just kiss his cheek when it takes Eddie everything to just act normal. Well, as normal as he gets. 

It’s unfair. And addictive. He hides his face in the flowers that smell so perfectly like spring and summer and freedom that it makes him positively giddy. Everything about today makes him giddy. 

Can it really be like this? Is this really for Eddie to soak up, is this for him to keep? This kind of happiness and joy never did seem to be reserved for him.

But then Steve asks if he can take his hand, and Eddie opens his heart to the moment and links their fingers, daring to look over and catch Steve’s smile before he ducks his head away. 

As far as first dates go, this is the best one Eddie’s had. They just walk a lot, which is perfect for his restlessness. This way he can run away from Steve and let the man laugh as he catches up, shaking his head with fondness. And Steve does. He follows him, he catches up, he gives chase, and suddenly they’re kids having a perfect summer day outside, their bellies full of ice cream. 

And it turns out, Steve Harrington is not just a pretty face, a kick-ass tattoo artist, an interesting mind and a sunny kind of smile. No, he’s also a person Eddie wants to genuinely spend time with. It’s almost too good to be true and it makes him want to hide. 

So he does. But not behind his hair, no. He presses his face into Steve’s collarbone, and instead of shoving him off or laughing awkwardly, Steve just wraps his arms around him and holds him. Tight. 

“Everything okay?” 

Eddie nods, holding Steve in return. “Yep, but if you’re gonna ask me any more questions, I’m gonna be real stupid here.” 

Steve hums. “Stupid like me saying I didn’t really want to wait until today and just see you again right away on Tuesday?” 

It makes his heart jump, because, yeah, something like that. Something exactly like that. 

“Uh-huh. It’s just…” He sighs and steps back to look at Steve. “I’m having a really wonderful day. And it feels sort of forbidden.” 

“Forbidden how?” 

“Like… God, this is gonna sound very, like, thirty steps ahead, probably. But you’re, like. Man. You’re kinda perfect, and I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that we’re on this date, and that you’re calling me cute and pretty. Because people don’t do that. Not to a trans guy, not to me. And I didn’t even know I wanted that, but, boy. Boy. I do. I really fucking do.” 

Steve is smiling by the end of it, and Eddie doesn’t quite understand. He should be running, should be looking at him with pity in his eyes, or that misplaced kind of understanding that’s really just nothing else but pity, just disguised with a dash of transphobia. 

“Why are you smiling?” he asks when he’s just about to explode. 

Steve shrugs, but that smile stays. “I like that you just… Say these things. That I can ask you what’s up and you’ll tell me. I don’t know, makes me feel like you trust me.” 

“I do.” 

That smile widens a fraction, and Steve takes his hand. “Well, let me return the favour, hm? I like being here with you. I’m having a really amazing time and I don’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to end on Tuesday either, I don’t know. It just… I don’t know, it feels right. And you are cute. And pretty. And funny, and just really great to spend time with. It feels like I get to be a version of myself with you that’s just, like, all of it, you know? It’s scary, of course it is, and makes me feel a bit stupid, too, but more than that it’s just really great. I’m sorry people are weird, but believe me when I say that, yes, you get to have cutesy dates, too. I’d take you on one, like, every week if you want.” 

“Every week, huh? What, do you have a crush on me, Harrington?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” 

And just like that, they’re laughing again. Relieved, happy, filling their little bubble with joy and sincerity and butterflies. 

Things are moving fast, but Eddie feels that if they went any slower, the world might actually end. 

They don’t kiss that day. 

In fact, it’s past midnight when Steve cradles Eddie’s cheeks outside the door to his apartment, looking at him like he hung the moon. Eddie’s not any better off, he feels. 

“Can I kiss you, Eddie?”

“I’ll bite you if you don’t.” 

Steve hums as he leans and brushes his lips against Eddie’s. It’s a good kiss. Oh, it’s a great kiss. It might just be the best kiss of his life when he feels Steve’s tongue against his lips, and he moans a little as he winds his arms around Steve’s neck, holding him there. Keeping him. 

They kiss lazily, perfectly, for so long that it leaves Eddie a bit dizzy. And when he breaks away to take a breath, Steve leans his forehead against his temple. 

“Goodnight, Eddie,” he whispers. “Thank you for today.” 

Words fail him, so he just nods before pulling Steve in again by the back of his neck, kissing him some more. Because how in the world could he not? 

“When can I see you again?” he asks, just to be a little pathetic. 

Steve moves the kisses from his lips to his nose, his cheek, his eyelids and up to his forehead, making Eddie glad there’s a locked door behind him. 

“Tomorrow sound good?” 

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” Eddie breathes. “Best fucking day of the week.” 

Steve laughs and presses one last chaste kiss to his lips. 

“For the record,” Essie says, pulling away from Steve, a bit breathless, “when you say tomorrow, you mean today, right?” 

And Steve pauses. Steps away from Eddie. “I can’t believe I like a guy who thinks the day is over at midnight.” 

Eddie would laugh at that, but… “You like me, huh?” 

“Very much. Thought that was obvious what with the kissing and the handholding and the whole speech thing we had going on earlier.” 

Eddie is too giddy to retort and he’s only mildly petrified when he actually giggles, darting forward for another kiss. “Goof. Goodnight, Stevie. Now leave before I do something stupid like inviting you in.” 

“Oh yeah, we wouldn’t wanna do that. You’d end up seeing all my tattoos and spontaneously combust. I can’t bear that kind of responsibility.” 

“Your— Steve!” But the man is already retreating, walking backwards to watch Eddie as he laughs, giving a silly little wave that has no business being so cute. “Get your ass back here,” Eddie hisses as loud as he dares, aware of the time and the fact that his neighbours will be asleep already. And that’s not even mentioning Chrissy. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” 

“Will you show me your tats then?” 

“What? Sorry, I suddenly can’t hear you anymore, you’re so far away.” Asshole. Beautiful fucking asshole who kisses so good that Eddie’s still leaning against the door. He hates him. So much. They’re gonna have a spring wedding. 

Tomorrow finds Eddie outside of Steve’s door, fighting both nerves and a big smile as he knocks. Seconds later, the door sweeps open with a flourish and Steve is on the other side, smirking at him, looking so damn put together that Eddie falters a bit. 

“So rude of you to turn up your damn charm, Harrington.” 

“Only for you, Munson,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him inside. “Only for you.” 

Eddie steps into his personal space and kicks the door shut gently. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m charmed. What’cha gonna do about it, big boy?” 

Steve hums, bringing his hands up to Eddie’s neck. “Think I’m gonna kiss it better, see if that helps.” 

And then he does. He pulls Eddie in, closing what little space was left between them and takes his breath away with a long, gentle, intimate kiss. 

“God,” Eddie breathes against his lips, his own hands landing in Steve’s hair, which earns him another hum. 

“Yup.” 

God, he’s so lame. 

“So,” Eddie says with one last kiss to Steve’s lips. And then another. And another. “Show me your tats?” 

Steve laughs and leads the way further into the apartment. It’s nothing like Eddie expected. Sure, it’s tidy and clean, because Steve just seems like the kind of guy who folds his laundry immediately and takes his dishes to the sink instead of letting them pile up or soak. But there are posters on the wall, there are little figurines and fairy lights lining the shelves, pictures of Steve and a girl that looks vaguely familiar. So many pictures actually, of Steve and the girl and other people, laughing and blurry at times, testaments of good times. 

They make Eddie smile a bit. Fucking sunny boy Steve, alright. 

Steve and Eddie end up talking for a while first, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and some stupidly delicious cupcakes. 

“Robbie made those.” 

“Your roommate best friend? The one with the fear of needles or something?” 

“The one and only,” Steve laughs. “She has a little bakery down the street, actually. Used to stress bake half her life before she turned it into a business. The night before her finals in high school, she made three cakes and dour batches of, like, three different types of cookies. She aced her finals, of course.” 

“Of course,” Eddie grins, taking another bite of the cupcake. He’ll have to stay with Steve just to get his hands on more of these, damn. Chrissy is coming with him to get more tomorrow, he decides.

“I also told her you chose her favourite little angel and she wants to marry you now. Except, I reminded her that you’re a man and she, very respectfully, passes.” 

“Shame.” 

“Very. Guess now you’re stuck with me.” 

“Damn. The hardship,” Eddie sighs with all the drama lessons he ever had in his life, and it makes Steve chuckle as he takes his hand. They stare at each other for a moment or two, just soaking up the smell of coffee and their respective smiles. 

The moment ends when Steve raises his hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles before rising to his feet and tugging him along into his room. Eddie zones out for a bit just watching Steve move in his space, talking about something that Eddie doesn’t really comprehend because he’s busy staring as Steve takes of his shirt, and— 

Oh. 

They’re wings. 

Steve has wings. Four of them, and they’re like mandalas. Intricate little things, but when Eddie takes a closer look, trailing his hand along Steve’s warm skin, he can’t help but notice that the lines are a bit like smoke. They don’t seem to follow any pattern or direction, and up close, they don’t look like wings. Up close they look like disjointed, wonky lines. Like a freestyle tattoo, almost absentminded in its ink.

They’re beautiful, covering Steve’s whole back, mixing fine line patterns with stronger, thicker, almost aggressive lines. Eddie could stare for hours, tracing the abstract lines, trying to figure them out and giving up with the fondest fascination. 

And that’s how they find themselves in Steve’s bed, shirtless, Steve lying down on his front, his head placed comfortably on his folded arms. Eddie is straddling his legs, moving his hands up and down Steve’s back, which turns into a light massage and Steve purrs underneath his touch. 

There’s nothing sexual about this — and not just because they’re both sort of ace. It’s just tender. Trusting. Gentle. 

Steve’s shoulders, his chest the insides of his upper arms, they’re all covered in tattoos. All rather abstract versions of common motifs. There are monsters, too, and it’s like someone turned Lovecraftian storytelling into a tattoo machine and used Steve as a canvas. Eddie somehow has no doubt that Steve designed most of these together with Robin or that artist friend Will he mentioned yesterday.

He wants to ask, wants to understand, wants to know it all. But words don't belong in this moment, so Eddie keeps up the gentle motions of his hands. Soon, Steve is falling asleep under his hands and Eddie joins him after a while. They’re wrapped around each other, comfortable, without a care in the world. It’s rather perfect. 

And if you ask Eddie years down the line, he’ll say that this is the moment he knew he could very well fall in love with Steve Harrington. In fact, he’s already on his way there. 

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okay whew, we are done? i think? maybe? there might be a buckingham part to this at some point, but if y'all have anything you wanna see in this verse, i'm open to being pestered very kindly and patently please i am quite literally on the verge of an anxiety attack rn)

thank you @ everyone who was even mildly enthusiastic about this little thing, you 12 people have my whole heart 🤍🌷🥹

tagging:  @inmoonywetrust @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @vampireinthesun @ajamlessbaby @momotonescreaming @zerokrox-blog @hotluncheddie @saganarojanaolt @eboyawstenn

#for the love of god read this on ao3 it's too long for tumblr skjdhf #tattoo shop au #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fanfic #me: i wanna finish this thing. also me: oh shit it's not good enough it was too rushed i need to drag it out aah #chill? don't know her #anyway thank you everyone 🥰🌷 #dio words

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Intermission: Kiyoshi Is Dumb (Occasionally) But Then Again, So Is Dom...

(some euphemistic matters below - nothing above vanilla gameplay level. also kiyoshi's dad is a forbidden word. also a lot of SHIT MY CHARACTER SAYS dialogue)

DOM: So wait - you were Kaori's first woo-hoo and you never had The Talk with her? KIYOSHI: I did have The Talk with her! DOM: [narrows eyes] KIYOSHI: ... Afterwards? DOM: [narrows eyes some more] DOM: No wonder she thought that you were together! KIYOSHI: Look, I realise now that I shouldn't have assumed we had the same SENTIMENTS and I know that I - uh, I have the PROPER trait now, can you say the thing for me please? DOM: You forbidden worded up... KIYOSHI: I did! I was such a Landgraab! And I've been apologising to her ever since. DOM: Well, it's a sad day in hell - I mean, that DINE OUT pack - when I feel sorry for Kaori, but at least you both learned something from this, yeah? Like how to be more straightforward about things? Even if talks like that make your shiny new third YOUNG ADULT TRAIT clutch at its pearls? KIYOSHI: [dryly] Yeah, all those JOKE ABOUT GETTING TOGETHER interactions at the Romance Festival were totally you being straightforward. DOM: ... DOM: Wait no, you can't hold me responsible for what the Sakura tea did!

DOM: So what I'm saying is that I landed in this save, not a Simoleon to my name and a Watcher forbidden worded bent on making the FABULOUSLY WEALTHY challenge even harder for herself, by which I mean me... KIYOSHI: I'm just a lowly premade but okay, I get it. DOM: And six weeks in I'm feeling a little more comfortable and I'm thinking - maybe I can move beyond just surviving and start living a little more? KIYOSHI: You mean like you want to come snowboarding with me? When the Watcher's dash gave you the CLUMSY trait? Or like not just subsisting from one day to another? DOM: Yeah definitely not going snowboarding with you. I'm SELF-ASSURED and DAUNTLESS, not INSANE - I mean, ERRATIC. Look, what I'm trying to say is that the whole 'not just subsisting from one day to another' thing, do you want to be a part of it? KIYOSHI: ... KIYOSHI: It sounds like you're asking me to teach you how to snowboard but context clues are leading me to believe that's not the case- DOM: I'm asking you to be my boyfriend, plumbob damn it! KIYOSHI: Ah. Okay. [...] No Sakura tea involved this time? DOM: No Sakura tea. [mutters] Though there might be some POTATO JUICE later if you don't give me an answer... KIYOSHI: Then yes. I'll absolutely be your boyfriend. BOTH: :DDDDDDD

KIYOSHI: So I've thought about it more and I'm ready to become a played townie. DOM: Well hey, that's great! You were in a later pack so your default outfits ain't so bad, even the HOT and COLD WEATHER ones, but you'll get a sweet new wardrobe. And maybe even make progress on your ASPIRATION. Pro-Snowboarding, here you come! KIYOSHI: I'm sorry Dom, this time I was unclear. I'm asking if you'd like me to join your household. DOM: Uh, what now? KIYOSHI: It's highly improper of me to invite myself, I know. But since I'm still living at home, I didn't think you'd want to move in with my family? DOM: Yeah not the most tempting of offers, when you put it like that. KIYOSHI: I'll understand if it's a no. Being a played townie opens a whole new series of challenges, ones that I likely will never anticipate. DOM: Oh, truth on that. You're going to want to unlock STEEL BLADDER asap, trust me. KIYOSHI: And obviously adding me to your household is a huge step. Sorry, I should have lead with that. But could I just crash for a few nights? Is that okay? My dad, he's being such a - a... DOM: Do you need me to say it for you? KIYOSHI: No, I'll say it even though it will give me a negative sentiment later. A forbidden word. DOM: ... Well yeah, I'd always felt that way about him but I didn't think I should be the one to say it first, you know? He's your forbidden word, not mine. KIYOSHI: The way he talks to my mother, it's awful! I try not to get involved but I can't stand it anymore! I never want to become like that. DOM: Oh, you could never be anything like your father even if you tried for a whole LONG LIFESPAN setting, trust me. And by behaving like that in front of you, your sister - he is involving you. And it's not fair to any of you. So you can totally join my household. There'll just be certain... terms and conditions, since I'm part of a kind of Rags to Riches challenge.

So yes, Kiyoshi will be moving in after Week 7! He won't be making any money but he will be cooking and doing laundry. The Watcher figures that's fair since Dom can healthily sustain herself through quick meals and snacking on produce and laundry is a mechanic that I added just to be annoying anyway.

Also once he gets to LEVEL 2 HANDINESS, he will be re-upgrading all the appliances since they've somehow reset from Dom's upgrades and we really need to not die whenever we use the Murphy Bed, thank you very much...

#my sims #dominique larkham #the dom(ino) effect #sims 4 gameplay #kiyoshi ito #kaori nishidake #shit my ocs say

[danisbrainrot]

I love tigris too, fanfics about her are so little , so if you can do this one I'll be so grateful

Back when reader and Tigris were still in the academy, a misunderstanding occurred when Tigris mistakenly believed that reader was pursuing her boyfriend. In reality, reader was simply trying to become closer to Tigris through her boyfriend, unaware that he was Tigris's boyfriend since he never referred to her as such but rather as a friend.

Now, Tigris is a designer and reader is a model. They find themselves working on the same project. Despite the passing years, Tigris still harbors resentment towards reader. At some point during their interaction, Tigris might say something along the lines of "You wanted my boyfriend," to which reader would respond, "I didn't want your stupid boyfriend; I wanted you."

tigris x reader the drama??? the hopeless lesbians??? i love this idea!! i changed a few things to better fit the plot, so, sorry if it's not exactly how you wanted it to be. tw: misogyny, power imbalance??? (can models be in relationships with their designers?) and slightly ooc tigris. word count: 1402

it started in biology class. you were lab partners with atticus rhodes and had to go to his house to work on the assignment together. you were spending a lot of time together, both desperate for top marks, that he'd blow off hanging out with his girlfriend to work on it with you.

you were talking with atticus outside of class one day when the most gorgeous girl you'd ever seen approached the two of you. staring at her shamelessly, you couldn't help taking her all in. she pecks atticus' cheek, grabbing his hand and begging to go to lunch with her—you stood awkwardly, trying not to gape at her. he brushed her off, and you were dumbfounded by his reaction. she walks away, trying to hold back her tears.

“i didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” you had meant it as a statement, but it came out as more of a question. he shrugged, readjusting his book bag.

“yeah, tigris. she’s pretty cool, but she’s weirdly dismissive of hanging out at her house. she’s also boring in bed, i might dump her soon,” he remarked, looking at the crowd bustling through the house.

you scoff, rolling your eyes and walking away from him as you’re reminded just how disgusting men are. you’d honestly thought he was different—he’d treated you so nicely—but you supposed that was just an act to get good grades. you also thought he was an absolute idiot for wanting to dumb someone as beautiful as tigris—it was his loss, you supposed.

little did you know, he was really trying to get into your pants. so when he broke it off with tigris a few weeks later, when she begged to know why, he lied and used you as an excuse. she was so heartbroken, that she missed a few days of school. when atticus tried to get with you, you shot him down swiftly, explaining that not only were you not interested in men, but you found him deplorable. however, this conversation surprisingly never founds its way to tigris’ ears.

ever since then, tigris hated you for ruining her relationship. she avoided you for the rest of the year, glared at you when you entered the room—her younger cousin even spread a nasty rumour that you were sleeping with your teachers for better grades.

you couldn’t understand what you’d done to upset her so badly, especially considering you never even talked to atticus again after the assignment was finished. but now you’d been branded as a slut, a homewrecker and a whore—all because a boy lied.

you thought that once you graduated, you’d lose the titles, and everyone would move on; for the most part, your reputation as a slut had been completely forgotten. you were the capitol’s next up-and-coming model, about to hit your peak, while tigris was a well-renowned stylist. it only seemed like a matter of time before you two eventually worked together.

tigris did everything in her power to avoid booking you, but after a long conversation with one of her assistants, she realised she had to put aside her personal resentment towards you and do what was best for her new designer line.

when you walked up to the photoshoot, tigris greeted you as politely as she could and guided you to the backroom. you quickly got changed, praising her designs as the saccharine smile never leaves her face. you’re oblivious to the tension in the room—still unaware that atticus had left tigris for you. tigris wasn’t typically a spiteful person, but seeing how gorgeous you’d become only added to her already bitter feelings towards you. yet, when she tugged too hard on your hair, you hardly noticed, when she pulled the clothes too tight, you didn’t complain like most models would—you didn’t want to annoy her since she could easily make or break your career.

throughout the photoshoot, tigris couldn’t believe how perfect you were. you were stunning, did exactly as the photographer asked, and made her clothes look incredibly fashionable. she knew that, much to her chagrin, you’d feature in plenty more of her photoshoots after this one.

when the day was over, tigris had hoped to sprint out of there—but unfortunately for her, you blocked her exit. you invited her out to dinner, and how could she refuse?

so that’s how you ended up endlessly chatting to her about modelling and how hard it was to find actual gigs that paid more than $200, while she sipped from her wine glass. tigris would smile or nod her head every now and then, to confirm she was listening to you. it wasn’t until you mentioned how much she’d grown up since the academy, that she finally snapped.

tigris was a typically kind and gentle person, but after dealing with the fact she’d lost her cousin to his own selfish desires, her grandma’am dying and seeing you again, the comment was her last straw.

“why do you care how i’ve been doing since the academy? trying to see if i have a new boyfriend to steal?” she snaps.

you were stunned, staring at her in silence for a moment. it was awkward as she quickly sipped her third glass of wine, wondering if that was the reason she was so hot and bothered right now. finally, you collected your thoughts. “is that what you think happened? that i stole atticus from you?” you ask, leaning in closer to her.

flushing at the closeness, she nods. “that’s what he told me,” she replies. you snort, shaking your head as you feel laughter starting to bubble in your chest.

“atticus rhodes is a liar. when he left you, he came crawling to me, begging me to go out with him, then threw a tantrum when he found out i exclusively like girls,” you explain. her eyes widen, as her mouth falls open, forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

“i didn’t know—”

“of course you didn’t. i always knew that the slut accusations happened because everyone thought atticus left you for me, but i didn’t know you started them,” you reply, heartbroken. you knew that she was hurt, and you’d assumed she partly blamed you, but it really hurt to think that even after all these years she saw you as some seductress set out to steal her future lovers.

you stood up abruptly, you seat scraping loudly against the floor as you lost any semblance of an appetite. tigris felt so guilty, that she watched you leave—her mind racing as she processed all this new information.

it wasn’t until you were outside, calling your friend to come pick you up, that tigris pulls you aside. she takes your hands in hers, leaning so close into you that you can smell the alcohol on her breath. “i’m sorry, i was so jealous of you for so long, when i should have been directing that anger at him. i never should have blamed you,” she apologises. “you were just so much prettier than me, so much more charismatic—”

“tigris, you’re so fucking gorgeous and it kills me that you can’t see that,” you interrupt. she pauses, pulling away from you. “in fact, the reason i’m upset isn’t because you think i’m a slut who stole your boyfriend, but because you don’t like me and i really want you to. can’t you see that i never wanted your stupid boyfriend? all i wanted was you.” it’s awkwardly silent for a moment, so you decide that it couldn’t hurt anymore, and lean into kiss her. her lips are soft and cool, which felt heavenly against your warm ones. she’s so stunned that she doesn’t kiss back; noticing this, you pull away, wondering if you’ve crossed the line.

she breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and you can’t read her expression. it shocks you when she leans down and smashes her lips against yours, pouring out all her resentment and anger over the years into the kiss. you reciprocate immediately, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting on your tippy toes to kiss her properly. you swear you can hear the sound of cameras clicking and flashes of light, but you don’t mind, because at that moment, all you cared about was the feel of tigris against you and the way she was kissing you.

#tigris snow x reader #tigris snow #one shot #drabble #tbosas #thg series #fanfic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tigris x reader #thg fanfiction #hunger games #wlw #sapphic #thg #model x designer #angst with a happy ending #angst #danisasks #i listened to all because i liked a boy while writing this #dani's fics <3