#I started it a couple days ago but kept thinking of people to add!

[blacknailsandheartbreak]

Part 2 to how the group cannot fathom how you and Zuko are so close with your angel of a self and Zuko being... well, Zuko

AN: OKAY! Look at me go, coming out with a part two. I think I might do a part two to some previous pieces of mine but we will see.

SO this is a part two, so you can read the first one here, it will give some context clues into this second part of the story (but can probably be read solo) : Part 1

Any who, ~2300 word count, enjoy :)

KIDDIE FREE ZONE

Good Friends

That's all you guys were. Good Friends. Zuko kept telling himself he had no reason to be so bothered by that statement, but he was. He didn't want to be just good friends, but you had given a better answer then he would have in your position. But now the Gaang has been flying for the past couple days and has given him lots of time for thinking. Especially having you for the majority of the time sitting with him leaning against his arm, grazing legs, as you were not shy to the general touch. You always seemed to start up the conversations with him, your way of speech held him in interest, but as already known, he never said much back, but always was happy to listen.

But ever since that last night of camp a few days ago he cannot let the thought go. Good Friends. He knew that the talks you two have, the moments you both cherish, and the secrets you two shared was enough of a connection to be more than just good friends, or at least in his mind it was. You two were absolutely glued to the hip, and seemed to be together, just without the title. Zuko was fine with no title, he would rather the group didn't know but for you two to have that clarity is what he was craving. He knew there were other things that were more important at the moment but it couldn't calm down in his mind. He had to know, he wanted to be together. Even if that became another secret you both shared he would gladly add it to the pile.

As the afternoon began to fall fast on the fourth day of travel, the Gaang was running low on rations and decided to hit the next market in the upcoming town. Upon arrival, Aang and Sokka grabbed Zuko to tackle their list as Katara and Toph grabbed you to get the remaining items. Zuko was hoping to buddy up with you but it would have to wait. As the group divided and conquered, Sokka was getting very nosy with Zuko about a certain someone. Zuko ignored all of his questions or what felt like more accusations. Meanwhile the girls had finished with their tasks and Toph had somehow gotten into a gambling match with the remaining money they had and won every time. You stood back leaning against a nearby wall smiling, not wanting anything to do with the situation but you weren't going to interfere either. You feel a brush against your shoulder and look up to see Zuko, you smile and greet Aang and Sokka. You ask how their huntings went and they all agreed it had gone well. Zuko looked at you and asked if Toph and Katara were seriously gambling the little money they had left. You laughed and were about to answer but before you could Toph came over with a large bag and tossed it at Zuko. He caught it effortlessly, and it jingled heavily. All of the boys eyes widened, and Toph said "We will be sleeping well tonight thanks to yours truly."

The Gaang walked around the town as the night grew darker and the many street lamps glowed near and far, Zuko's mind still buzzing with the taunting thought of good friends. Maybe he was over thinking it and there was already an unspoken agreement you two were together? Or was he being weird and obsessive? Or maybe you had a completely different view on all of it? Or maybe-

His thoughts were cut off by you linking your arm through his and pointing out the beautiful lights, from the shops, to concessions, to the fountains, to the groups of lively people. He looked down at you and for the first time, he wasn't really listening to you. He just looked at you, looked at your smile as if you knew this moment was made just for you. He would forever be in awe at how effortlessly you spoke as if you had already rehearsed it one hundred times. He feels your genuine happiness and spirit in your eyes as you look up at him and he wonders how you hold such grace through everything. All his thoughts left his mind as he looked at you and thought, yeah, that is my girl.

Once the Gaang decided to call it a night, you all looked for an Inn to stay at for the night. There was not much of an option in the small town, so you all entered the closest place and the lady at the front desk greeted you all with a warm smile. Aang went to talk with the lady and brought back a handful of keys. Everyone was confused as he handed everyone their own key and explained that they only had single rooms left for the night. Nobody really complained as everyone seemed they could use some time to themselves. Everyone shuffled into their rooms with quick goodnights, but before Zuko walked through his door, he looked over his shoulder at your direction, and there you were. Walking into your room and almost as if you felt his eyes you looked over your shoulder and stopped for a moment, you smiled at Zuko and gave a small wave of goodnight before stepping into your room and closing the door. Zuko's eyes stayed on your room for a moment longer, before a small tap on his shoulder made him spin around. It was Katara. Zuko was lost for words. Katara smiled and whispered "I won't tell, not that is isn't already so obvious, but you should really talk to her." Before Zuko could respond to her she waved goodnight and walked into her room. He stood in the hallway like a man who was shot and was too afraid to move. He looked back at your door, he felt the longing in every part of his being to just go and knock on your door and say everything he has been thinking just like you do. How you so effortlessly say exactly what you're thinking, that is what he wanted to do. He wanted to tell you what it meant to him to have someone like you become so close to someone like him. He wanted to tell you that the secrets you both shared with each other meant the world to him and he would take them to his very grave if you wished so. He wanted to tell you that every time you smiled it felt like it was for him and him only. But he didn't. He walked back into his room and shut the door.

Zuko got ready for bed and laid down for a few minutes, he tossed and turned and his chest felt so heavy. He let out a sigh as he laid on his back and placed a hand on his chest with the other one behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling. Zuko let out a small grunt of frustration when he got up, deciding to go get some water. He grabbed the bucket from the small table in the room and walked towards the door. Zuko grabbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation and pulled his hand down his face, he went and opened the door and to his complete shock, there you stood. You looked almost as surprised as he did. You both stood in silence for a moment, and for the first time, Zuko spoke first. He asked if you were alright, because the last thing he expected was for you to be standing at his door in the middle of the night. You replied softly, saying you were ok, just had a lot on your mind. You noticed Zuko holding the bucket for water and offered to go with him to fetch some, he agreed. This time you both walked in silence to retrieve the water and walked in silence back to the rooms. You both came to stand outside Zuko's room and he asked if you were sure you were ok, and you replied that you were, probably just over tired. Zuko looked at you and asked you if you wanted to come into his room. You smiled softly and insisted you didn't want to intrude. He didn't respond and just motioned you inside, you accepted and walked in, Zuko shut the door behind you.

Zuko grabbed the ladle and poured you some water while you sat on the bed, he handed you the cup. You smiled and thanked him as you grabbed the cup and took a sip. Zuko sits next to you and rests his elbows on his thighs and looks down between his knees to the floor, he's not sure how he wants to go about tonight. He has no idea where to start, no idea how to talk or truly express his thoughts. He worries about sounding like a bumbling fool compared to your angelic soft spoken way of words. But before he could think further, the bed shifted and you were now directly beside Zuko with your head leaning on his shoulder. He looked up and he knew he wanted this, he wanted to be the one to call you his. He wanted to be by your side every step of the way and watch you regain the pride of being a fire bender. He wanted to have you by his side helping him with the path of change after the comet, and he didn't want to do it as good friends, he wanted to do it together. Zuko took in a deep breath, and asked "Do you really think we are just good friends?" and without a breath missed you replied "I knew your ears were on fire that night." you sat up with that comment, Zuko smirked and chuckled, you two were very close now, mere inches from each other's faces. "But no..." you replied, "I don't think we are just good friends, do you?" Zuko looked into your eyes, they seemed to shimmer the most beautiful shade of amber even with the liminal lighting in the room. "I don't think so either." He replied. Zuko saw your eyes dart to his lips and back to his eyes but the second your gaze connected back with his, he was already pulling you into a kiss. He put his hand just under your ear, along your jaw, pulling you in gently, as if giving you an option to back out. But you didn't, you leaned in and placed your hand on his arm and you kissed deep. Zuko lavished in this moment and if there was any way he could pull you in even closer he would. You pulled away first and looked at Zuko, he looked at you with so many emotions, "We are together." he stated. You smiled so wide and nodded, for the first time you were speechless and practically tackled Zuko to the bed, kissing him so deeply while he gladly reciprocated with the same action. You were straddling Zuko as he effortlessly flipped you over on the bed so he was now on top, you placed both your hands on his jaw and leaned up to give him a small kiss and then laid back down. "Would you stay with me tonight?" Zuko asked, you smiled, "Of course I will, I thought you'd never ask." Zuko rolls his eyes and leans down for a kiss but you halt his actions by asking, "What about the others, they will see me leaving your-" Zuko cuts you off with a soft kiss and after responds "I don't care, they can make their own assumptions." You smile so happily and nod your head, "But, they are going to ask questions-" you started but again Zuko cut you off before you can overthink, "So answer them however you want to, however you feel is right." He leans down and kisses you so romantically, and moves to your cheek, and down to your jaw, and making his way to your neck, you let out the smallest gasp. You could feel tingles all throughout your body, from your fingertips to your toes. This was the moment you were both waiting for, Zuko knew this is what he wanted, he wanted you now, tomorrow, the day after that, the months that follow and the years to come. You were his as much he was yours. He gave himself to you that night as you gave yourself to him. Both vulnerable to one another, savouring each movement, each touch, every breath you both shared. The night was exactly what you both wanted, it was what you both needed.

The next morning Zuko woke up with you laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. Both of you spent the morning getting ready and just smiling at each other, no lingering feeling or questions of what ifs. You could both just be together.

It was time to check out and continue the journey, so you both gathered all your belongings and walked to the door. You both stopped and you looked at Zuko, "They are going to ask." you stated, and Zuko looked right back at you, "Then answer." he replied. He opened the door and the Gaang was waiting in the hall. Katara was the first to see you both exit and she tried to hide her smile with a polite hand, the others turned to look and were caught a blank. Zuko shut the door with you standing by his side. You greeted everyone and you both walked towards the group, "What are you all staring at, let's head out." Zuko said so nonchalantly, everyone stood in silence for a second longer and proceeded on like nothing happened.

[takes1]

I'm gonna start by saying that your fics are amazing! I love the way you write and I always get immersed in them. I would like to request an Osamu x reader fic, i was thinking about a childhood friends pining for a decade!au happening while working in his Onigiri shop, you might add Suna if you want,perhaps as a love triangle and misunderstandings as in Osamu thinking that the reader like Suna. As for the smut, I'll leave that to you 👀

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Your heart gave an all-too familiar squeeze at the sight of an old friend.

There he was, clad in a black cap, apron, and a well-fitting shirt. His face was one of slight concentration, his mouth in a straight line, jaw flexed. A strong arm lifted the black bag he carried high into the trash in the alley with ease.

"'Samu!" His nickname was like a sigh of reassurance on your tongue.

He turned, a stern face letting up as soon as he recognized you coming towards him. He quickly discarded his gloves in the trash and made forward to meet you. It ended in a hug in the middle of the sidewalk.

Business was so slow today, he really wasn't expecting any surprises- especially not any pleasant ones.

"(Y/n)." Was a mumble against your hair, charged relief on his breath. He was lifting you off of your feet and melting into you at the same time.

Your eyes stung a little when you tucked your face into his comforting shoulder. It'd been so long since graduation, but everything was coming back to you, all at once, against your will.

Maybe it was because you could still taste the onigiri you just finished, but those lunches he used to prepare for you kept cropping up. You weren't sure why it kept making you want to cry, though.

"I missed you!" You whispered, swallowing a sob.

He gave you a crushing squeeze in return. He certainly hadn't stopped working out since your high school days. There was a hesitation in letting each other go.

"God," His quick blinking made you feel better for getting emotional, "What are you doin' all the way out here?"

You sniffled and turned to Suna, briefly forgotten at the table, "I told you those fillings tasted familiar!"

There was an unmistakable shock in Osamu's eyes when you turned back to him, "We were just grabbing lunch. I had no idea 'Onigiri Miya' would actually mean you!"

He missed the natural beat to respond- instead of letting your declaration die, you kept up the attempt to rekindle things.

"Did you get a new number?" You asked, quieter, trying to catch his eye, so you leaned your head further between him and Suna.

He looked down at you with a much softer expression, "Hm?"

"I- texted you a couple months ago, I just assumed you got a- new number," You trailed.

It felt a bit forced and loser-esque to ask the reason why he hadn't texted you back. Two months was a while to get 'caught up' in something, after all.

If he didn't want to talk to you, he technically didn't owe you an explanation.

He blinked. It didn't cross his mind that you would've texted him-- his fingers fumbled for his phone in his pocket to show you a new iPhone.

"Yeah," He sighed, "Shit, I didn't think to tell anyone but 'Sumu..."

This time, he felt like the loser. He didn't have many people to text, nowadays. But he certainly didn't want you and Suna to know that.

Relief flashed across your face as you admitted in a light laugh, "Oh, thank god. I really thought you were ignoring me!"

"Let's all exchange numbers," You suggested.

You looked back to Suna and thought you saw some hostility in his eyes, "So we can all meet up sometime, when you're not working."

The process of getting each other's contacts was quiet and stilted. You thought better of making plans here and now, because there was an indescribable feeling that something was wrong.

Maybe the timing.

Osamu frowned at his phone after getting it back from Suna.

Maybe the place.

Suna gave a subtle sigh when Osamu put his number in.

Your text to Osamu that night garnered a response so quick that it made up for the months of uncertainty and pseudo-grieving. Your oldest friendship was not buried as deep in the ground as you had previously thought.

It ended in a suggestion you weren't expecting.

There was nowhere you both wanted to eat at, and no activities you could think of that would allow for the long conversations you both favored.

I could cook for us.

You knew better than to deny him the chance to cook, but it was clear to both of you that it felt a little too forward. A little too intimate for just two good friends.

That wasn't enough to keep you from agreeing immediately.

Certain that he didn't feel the same, you rationalized that you had nothing to worry about.

Dark red swirled slow, unending circles in your glass. You weren't one for red, but he brought out a vintage just for you tonight.

The perfectly plated dinner in front of you didn't last long. Osamu made it so easy to like foods you swore up and down you hated; you didn't question his choices despite your usual pickiness.

There were a number of times you had to pretend not to notice him watching you eat. He was pretty obvious, because he'd raise his spoon full of food, then let it hover mid-air, and turn his whole head to watch you chew. It was as if he was waiting for you to declare it was the worst thing you'd ever tasted.

He was still working on his -most likely cold- plate minutes after you cleaned yours off. It left you to catch up to him in glasses of wine. The bottle was nearing empty and you were still on your first.

"Do you have any roommates?" You asked, glancing around a spacious apartment.

It was so still. You'd surely die of loneliness, if you were him.

He shook his head. It made sense with his preference for solitude, but it still made you sit back and sip on your wine to keep from voicing your concern.

"It's quiet," Osamu wiped his mouth with his napkin and pushed his plate forward, "I know."

Was your discomfort that obvious?

His chuckling won out over your insistence that it wasn't that bad, and you eventually were resolved back to slouching in your chair again.

"You just need some- flowers," You motioned to the center of the table, not believing in your advice in the slightest, "Or... something like that."

"To be fair, I never sit at the table."

He poured the last of the wine into his glass. You stared down at yours. He still spoke and acted stone-cold sober. You had to wonder how much he drank, with this bleak living space.

"Not a fan of Merlot?"

This was getting a little embarrassing.

This time, you gave in, "Not feeling this one as much."

His brow raised. He had a layered expression, like he was torn between two sides of himself for a split-second.

He eased up and slid his elbows on the table, wine glass looking absurdly tiny in his hand.

You admired the gentle way he held the delicate glass, how he knew just how the weight was supposed to be distributed in the webs of his fingers.

"You drink wine much?" He had that completely immersed look on his face that was always so difficult to return.

He mistook your trouble to return his gaze as discomfort, and laughed, retracting his body from the table, "I-'m sorry--,"

"No-no it's okay-!" You put your hand on his arm and scooted your chair closer to affirm that you didn't mind his proximity -that you in fact welcomed it- and rambled, "I- don't, drink wine like that. So I- wouldn't really know what's good."

His gaze sent a shiver surging through your whole body. What an intense pair of eyes. He leaned forward on his elbows, thumb rubbing his freshly shaved cheek.

"It's an expensive hobby."

You were wracking up inappropriate questions by the second. First, the lack of love in his sad apartment, then his potential alcohol issues, now his salary.

The quiet clink of his glass on the table. A heavy, warm hand stilled yours on his arm, and he caught your troubled gaze.

"But it's just a hobby," He smiled.

The apartment filled with shared laughter. You were getting read like an open book, you couldn't help but cool your face down with the back of your hand.

"I-I promise, I'm not trying to judge," You sighed and grinned at what you noticed as his slightly tipsy giggling, "I just... care about you."

Osamu took a breath to say something, but something else flickered across across his face.

His hand was starting to slip from yours.

"So, you and Suna again?"

You laughed at what you thought was a joke. He didn't return it; instead, he let go and took another big sip from his almost empty glass.

"Oh-," You realized he was mistaken, "We're not together."

"Mm!" He swallowed and laughed, "Oh- that's good."

His focus faltered with a small cough, "I mean, not good, but-,"

"That's not something I want to go back to," You saved his embarrassing admission gracefully and looked away, only thinking about that short-lived relationship in high school.

Suna was just a distraction. A temporary filler for your unbearable emptiness. You never stopped loving Osamu, even when you had everyone else fooled. In the end, Suna just made you miss your friend more, since it sparked an unspoken drift in the process. It wasn't one of your brightest moments.

The look on his face was asking for more information. A 'So... why?' was on the tip of his tongue. You saved him the breath.

"He reached out. I was free, and I wanted to make sure we were alright after things ended like that."

Osamu nodded slowly, swirling half a sip of wine in his glass with careful consideration.

"You talk about it like you never liked him," He sighed against the rim, then shot it back in a way that made you realize why he was drinking so much.

He didn't have the courage to talk to you like this without it.

Your thumb, still resting on his forearm, rubbed thoughtfully. If he was being this candid through his actions, you didn't mind coming clean about a few things.

"I didn't," You admitted in a breathy half-laugh, "It wasn't real to me."

You shut your eyes tight and seethed, "I know that sounds so cruel--,"

"Yeah," He chuckled.

"Okay- I meant it like..." Your thumb was tapping on his raised skin, "I needed a distraction. You know I was struggling. He really was sweet. I know I should've treated him better."

It was clear that there was no hero to the story. You were all flawed, to some degree. Osamu's hand returned to yours. This time, he squeezed.

"You know I don't judge you for that."

All things considered, that break-up was still fresh. It was only briefly before your graduation date.

"Hey-," He reached up to turn your head towards him. It was a bit much and left you both warm and fidgety, "You know that I know that you're a good person."

His hand fell to your forearm.

It was fleeting, but you felt an energy between you. It was different. It filled that space in your heart you'd long since carved out for him.

Fleeting must be reiterated, because it was gone in an instant as he cleared his throat and stood, collecting the dishes in one trip with skill you could only attribute to the nature of his work.

You chugged the rest of your wine with a shudder so it wouldn't go to waste and skittered after his swift movement towards the kitchen.

If there was any place in the house that didn't feel lifeless, it was the kitchen. Spacious and clean, sure, but every tool and appliance here was cared for and used often.

It distracted you to slow down.

There was a level of respect you felt was necessary for a space so important to Osamu.

He began washing the dishes.

"Please let me do something," You begged from behind him.

All you got was a stoic head shake.

You leaned on the countertop behind him, staring at his back in that clean, black shirt. Would you ever get over him?

His words and actions from tonight turned over in your head. That hug you shared yesterday afternoon made your hands slip from the counter.

It may have been the wine that inspired your resolve to actually follow through, but your motivation did have years of pent-up desire behind it.

His body stiffened at the feeling of your arms around his waist, the side of your face pressed against his warm back. He smelled like a woody, musky cologne.

"Thank you," You muttered, mostly for his kind words, but its roots extended much farther than just recent events.

The sound of the water shutting off encouraged you to loosen your grip. The doubt started settling in as he dried his hands with a hanging towel, wordless.

His hands just barely grazed yours as you retracted, heart racing at the fact that you couldn't take that back.

He turned around to face you. Your eyes were busy avoiding his, so you were taken by surprise when he leaned down to pick you up from the waist.

It was just as easy and comfortable as the first time-- his shoulders spacious enough to bury yourself in, his hold so secure you didn't have to spare any strength holding on. He could support you all day.

A breathy groan, like he was a settling house, brushed your ear and sent tingles down your spine.

He set you down, but guided your arms to stay around his neck. You looked back and forth between his eyes, no longer unsure about his feelings.

"I missed you so much."

He was a clumsy kisser, but you didn't mind.

His hands were skilled and sure. It was more than enough to make up for his hungrier, rather than soft kisses.

One kept you steady by the back of your head, the other taking up your entire shoulder to guide you backwards against the kitchen island.

He rendered you breathless quickly- you pulled away for just a moment and he took it as a good sign to lift you up onto the countertop.

No part of you questioned this intense show of affection-- it felt like a fitting release of years-long tension and unspoken feelings.

They still remained unspoken, for the most part, but it could wait.

His hips pushed hard against your own, eliciting a soft, fluttery sound against his mouth.

He ate it up, wanting another so bad that one hand grabbed at the bend in your hip and thigh to keep you against him.

Your tummy twisted in a mixture of delightful pleasure and desire, everything below your waist all giddy and jittery as his fingers squeezed your hips with a need you never knew he was harboring.

Thighs trembling with nerves, his steady grasp pushing down helped to calm and stall you. You caught your breath with your forehead pressed against his. You unhooked your legs.

"W-hat?" You swallowed, praying to God this wasn't some mistake.

His wine-flushed face answered your question with no response.

"We shouldn't...I'm not--," He bit his cheek at his own restraint, brow tight with regret at his own actions from earlier.

You nodded, a little buzzed yourself, and laughed at his concern, "I'm okay with just kissing."

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[chronicsyd]

"oh you can't say 'Vi doesn't love Jinx like she does Powder' cause with that logic Jinx doesn't love Vi either"

okay, I'll bite. Jinx and Vi Both don't "love" who the other's grown into. Because after being separated for seven years they Both had misconceptions on how the other would turn out like. Vi thought Jinx would be still Powder who was simply being Forced to work with Silco, not that she was Willingly working for him and took the insecurities both Vi and Mylo bestowed upon her and made it her new name/self. Jinx, on the other hand thought that Vi would continue to love her unconditionally no matter How she turned out.

But they were both Wrong.

Despite Sevika telling Vi that Jinx calls herself "Jinx" now, she calls out "Powder" when the two first meet up again, most likely being overwhelmed by seeing her for the first time in seven years, but she continues to treat Jinx like the 11-12 year old that Vi Used to know, much to Jinx's dismay. But you can see the cracks start to form for Vi when she A) talks about her regret in even calling her "Jinx" in the first place and B) when the two are fighting the Firelights and she sees the glee in Jinx's expression in killing them, and it just gets worse from there on out for her. Because that's not the girl that Vi knew, she's changed. And despite everything Vi can't bring herself to love who this new girl is now. Yes, Vi has sat in denial saying she can "get her back", which is part of the problem, Vi's too stuck on trying to get "Powder" back and having things go back to the way they used to be (so yes, Vi doesn't "love" Jinx in the way that she does Powder, people aren't wrong for saying that). And the way Jinx deems that Vi Can "get Powder back" is too much for her, and Vi can't agree with what her sister Wants. She tries to compromise with her sister by "leaving everything behind" but Jinx's own demons don't trust her, and Vi can't see how much distress she's putting her sister in when she tells her to remember Mylo, Claggor and Vander (cause Vi's still set in her ways of "getting Powder back" during this moment).

But on Jinx's side, she claims that Vi "changed to". And it doesn't solely have to do with Caitlyn. She thought that Vi could bring herself to love who Jinx's turned into, despite all her flaws ("I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to. even though I'm... different."), Vi would always be there for her, because that's how Vi's been in the past. Vi's voice from Jinx's past were the thing that kept Jinx going all these years, she said so herself. Despite everything (Mylo's bullying, Powder's insecurities, etc.), the two always had each others backs growing up. The old Vi probably wouldn't've thought twice about hurting an Enforcer, but This Vi can't bring herself to shoot Caitlyn, she simply couldn't do it. And that's too much for Jinx to comprehend. I don't think Jinx can comprehend how or why Vi has let herself grow so attached to this enforcer that she's met merely a couple of days ago but can't show the same for Jinx herself.

Honestly, it's an issue for the both of them, they're both remembering how the other Used to be. And expecting them to still behave in that same way, and grasping with the changes that the other have made has been hard for the both of them.

So, keeping all that in mind; let's talk about "being opposite of what they were in S1" for the both of them shall we? (I'm also gonna add Christian Linke's (co-creator) thoughts from a few days ago as well. I have a lot more to say on Vi than Jinx)

Vi: The main change for S2 compared to S1 is her relationship with Jinx. She probably loses that last remaining hope/denial that she'll ever get Powder back, and with that grows a newfound determination to put an end to the suffering that Jinx has caused. And probably harbors anger and resentment towards Jinx due to her actions. Now deep down would I say there's still love for her sister? hard to say (she probably does in her heart, but her head is going to be leading her this season more than ever) but what I Can say with certainty is that outright forgiveness is off the table. Vi joins the enforcers because she feels what she's doing is right; whether or not you agree is irrelevant. Vi believes she's responsible in the "creation" of Jinx and that what Jinx has done is her responsibility, harboring Vander's words from her past (Christian goes on to ask "can you forgive a monster?" and I think that's what Vi's head sees Jinx as right now, the monster that she created). There's also a discussion of Vi's amnesia from League lore but I don't have certainty if that's going to be put into play this season or not, so something to keep in the back of your mind (for now at least).

Jinx: In S1, Jinx had an unhealthy codependent relationship with Silco due to being tormented by the demons of her past. But with Silco being dead and Vi being committed to taking her down she'll have no one to turn to in the way that she did with Silco. Sure, Sevika's there but their relationship will look nothing like it did with Jinx and Silco. Jinx will have to live for herself and discover her own identity and her own wants for her future; whatever that future holds for her.

[talanashta]

Remain Paw-sitive! - Chapter One

For @dame-zoom-a-lot who requested this story ages ago. Surprise! Thank you for being so patient! I hope you like it.

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 2,605 | Pairings: Steddie | Modern, No Upside Down AU

Chapter One of Two (expect Chapter Two probably tomorrow or Tuesday)

Steve was reaching his wit’s end. It’d been months of this, ever since he adopted her. The barking, the pulling, the jumping. Every time he took her for a walk, she tried to run into the street to fight the cars! He just didn’t understand it and could barely handle it. She hadn’t been like this at the shelter when he picked her.

At home, she was the sweetest thing (for the most part). She gave him those soft puppy eyes and laid her head on his thigh while they watched TV on the couch. She rolled around in his path while he tried to cook, asking for belly rubs. She let out soft little snuffles and snores while she slept in his bed (and hogged most of it).

Except, when he tried to leave for work, she suddenly started barking and snapping at him. She was hyper-defensive of her food and didn’t like it when anyone but Robin visited.

Steve didn’t want to give up on Tabby. He loved her so much. But it was getting to the point where he was almost constantly worried and stressed about her being around other people and going for their twice daily walk.

He’d tried everything he could think of, too. He thought a lot of it might just be from under-stimulation, so he started coming home during lunch to add a third walk and bought her a whole box of toys to play with, but that didn’t help. He was pretty sure that coming home and lunch and then having to leave again was just making things worse, so he stopped.

This was probably the third time this week that he’d gone over all this again with Robin, but this time she didn’t give him her normal ‘that sucks’ speech.

“I mentioned what’s going on to Chrissy the other day,” she told him.

That had Steve stopping for a second. “What did she say?”

“Well, she asked me a couple questions, and then she said her best friend is a dog trainer.” Robin cracked open a bag of chips and got comfier. “Want some?” she offered.

Steve shook his head. “I’m good. So…?”

Robin crunched down on a handful of chips, past the point of shame with him. “Huh? Oh, yeah. So, I guess he specializes in ‘trouble’ dogs? Chrissy called it ‘reactive.’” Robin paused for a second to swallow. “She gave me his number. Said that he’d be able to help.”

“Hm,” Steve thought. “I dunno, Robs. We sure he’s able to help?”

“Chrissy seemed pretty sure.” She kept crunching and munching.

“God, I don’t even like barbecue chips, and you’re making me want some,” Steve complained.

Robin laughed, spitting out little chip crumbs all over the two of them; Steve made a disgusted face.

“Anyway,” she said, once she’d composed herself. “You should call him. Like, A-S-A-P. I love Miss Tabitha as much as you do, but she’s not doing well, Steve. She needs help.”

Robin reached over and put a hand under Tabby’s chin to direct the dog’s face to look at Steve. “Do it for her, Stevie.”

Steve looked between his two favorite girls and sighed. “Okay. I’ll call the dog guy.”

“Woo!” Robin cheered, and Tabby’s ears perked up.

The next day, Steve was sitting in his car on his lunch break, looking at the number punched into his phone and convincing himself to press the call button. Maybe Robin’s social anxiety was rubbing off on him. He normally didn’t have any trouble making phone calls. Eventually, with fifteen minutes left on his break, he bullied himself into pressing ‘Call.’

“Munson’s Dog Training, this is Eddie,” he heard a man’s voice answer.

“Um, hi,” Steve said, picking up a pen and starting to fiddle with it. “This is Steve- Steve Harrington. I got your number from Chrissy?”

“Oh!” He heard a rustling over the line. “Robin’s Steve? Chrissy told me she gave Robin my number and that you might call.”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “I’m Robin’s Steve.” He actually didn’t mind being known as ‘Robin’s Steve’ as opposed to ‘Steve Harrington.’

“Cool,” the guy said. “Chrissy told me a little of what Robin told her, but it’s better if I hear it from you. Like,” he cleared his throat. “What’s your dog’s name? What have you been having issues with?”

“Her name’s Tabitha, or- Tabby is what we normally call her. She’s a lab mix I got from the shelter a few months ago.”

“Mhm.”

His pen fidgeting started to pick up speed. “She was super well-behaved at the shelter. Very friendly, seemed to get along fine with the other dogs, no red flags. But then I got her home, and she changed overnight. She freaks out about everything when we go on walks, and she’s aggressive a lot of the time. She’s mostly okay at home, but I can’t have visitors anymore, and she hates when I leave,” Steve explained, telling him everything he could think of.

Eddie hummed. “Yeah. Don’t worry. A lot of that sounds very common for a rescue. I can’t promise we’ll completely get rid of all of those behaviors, but I think we can definitely work on reducing the… intensity of them.”

Steve felt a weight lift off his shoulders and dropped the pen. “Really?” He couldn’t believe it.

“For sure. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he explained. “I do need to warn you, though,” he continued. “I can’t do all the work for you. Some people don’t understand that about dog training. Most of the work has to be done between the two of you outside of our sessions. I just give you tips to send you in the right direction.”

Steve nodded, then remembered Eddie wouldn’t see it over the phone. “Whatever it takes, man. I love Tabby. I just want her to feel less stressed and upset all the time.”

“Awesome. I’m happy to help then. When do you want to start?”

The two of them set up a time to meet that weekend right as Steve’s lunch break was reaching its end. As he was hanging up, he caught sight of his forgotten sandwich and shoved it in his mouth, letting it dangle, as he walked back into work.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Steve was nearly ready to scream. Now that he knew something was about to change, every little bump in the road with Tabby frustrated him beyond belief. He would never take it out on her, but he had to catch himself from giving her leash a yank when she lunged or snapping at her when he tried to nip him on his way out the door. He loved Tabitha, but he was so tired.

When it was time for Eddie to show up, Steve was anxiously pacing in front of his front door. The second the doorbell rang, he was yanking the door open. In the background, he could hear Tabby barking like crazy and pawing at the door, trying to get out of his bedroom where he’d put her.

Steve’s words died on his lips when he saw Eddie for the first time. The man was… Perfect. Exactly Steve’s type. Big, dark, curly hair and big, brown eyes. His mouth just opened and closed a few times, trying to reboot his brain.

“Uh, hey,” Eddie said to him. “Steve, right?”

He finally snapped out of it. “Yeah! I’m Steve. And you’re Eddie, right?” Steve stuck his hand out to shake.

“Mhm.” Eddie shook his hand perfunctorily.

They stood there on the doorstep for a moment too long just shaking hands and looking at each other, until Eddie dropped Steve’s hand.

“Can I come in?” he asked, gesturing past Steve.

“Oh, god, yeah, for sure,” Steve stuttered out, stepping to the side to let Eddie in.

Eddie entered the house and started meandering around, looking at this and that, taking in the place. “So I hear, but can’t see, the lady of the hour. Where’s she at?” Eddie raised a brow, looking at Steve.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a little. “I put her in my bedroom. Like I said on the phone, she doesn’t like visitors. I didn’t want her trying to bite you,” he explained.

Eddie just nodded calmly. “That’s not uncommon with rescues, man.” He offered Steve a reassuring smile. “This is her territory now, and she’s not used to feeling safe with strangers, so she wants to keep them away from her safe space. It’s a pretty easy fix, though.”

Steve sighed in relief. “Really?” He’d gotten so used to not being able to have anyone over but Robin; he was so happy to know that maybe he’d be able to start having the kids (though they weren’t really kids anymore) over again.

“Yup. I just need to become her friend,” he said. Then he pulled a plastic baggie of little bits of lunch meat and sliced cheese out of his pocket. “These are high value treats,” he explained, shaking the bag. “I forgot to ask if there was anything specific she really liked, but these work for most dogs.

“You just need to make everything worth it for her,” he continued. “So since I’m coming into her territory as a stranger, I’m going to offer her some of the good stuff to distract her from that. Then she’ll associate me being in your house with happy feelings instead of being scared.”

“That’s it?” Steve asked. He thought this would take way more effort.

Eddie nodded. “Sure. I mean, I’ll probably have to do this for the first half-dozen times I come over, until it fully clicks in her brain, but it’s not too hard.

“To be honest,” he continued, “none of this process is difficult. It’s actually all really simple. You just have to be patient and consistent. The only clients of mine that haven’t seen results are the ones that don’t keep it up in between sessions.”

Steve thought it over. As long as he knew what he needed to be doing, he could keep at it. He was a fairly disciplined person in general. He just hadn’t known where to start with this whole mess. “I understand,” he told Eddie.

“Awesome.” He cracked open the bag. “Want to let her out now? Maybe put her leash on her, and we can say hi from opposite ends of the room?” Eddie bounced the bag on his hand a time of two to get it to open fully then carefully plucked a piece of cheese out of it.

Caught up on looking at the rings on Eddie’s fingers, it took Steve a minute to get with the program. “Yeah, yep!” he said and cleared his throat. He quickly grabbed Tabby’s leash off the hook near the front door and headed to his bedroom.

As soon as he cracked the door, she tried to push her way through to get out, but Steve nudged her back with his knee, sliding into the room and shutting the door behind him. “C’mon, Tabs. We gotta get your leash on and say ‘hi’ to someone,” he told her.

Once he managed to get her leash on her even with her squirming and whining, he slowly opened his door again. She instantly started pulling and trying to yank him into the living room. “Tabby, calm down!” he said.

He was more dragged to the living room than him leading her there, but after mere moments, they were on the opposite side of the room to Eddie. Once he was in sight, Tabby was barking and pulling, trying to get at him. It took Steve holding onto the leash with both hands and planting his feet to keep her from getting what she wanted.

“Hello, Miss Tabitha,” Eddie crooned in a soft voice and tossed her the piece of cheese. She stopped barking for a moment to lick it up off the floor, but then she picked back up.

Eddie persisted, though. With every bit of cheese or meat tossed, Tabby calmed down more and more, and he was able to slowly approach. After five or six treats and as twice as many steps, Eddie was within reach of Tabby, who was now quite docile, wagging her tail and looking eagerly for treats.

He offered her his fingers to sniff and quickly got her approval. She licked the tips of his fingers, trying to get a little more taste of treat. “Hey, sweet girl,” he said softly, crouching and scratching behind her ears. “There we go. See, I’m not scary.”

Steve… was in awe. And maybe a bit in love.

While Eddie kept up the ear scritches, he looked up at Steve. “Did you pay attention to what I did there?”

“Mhm,” he hummed in a daze.

“Anytime you have anyone over, you just need to replicate that. Like I said earlier, it can take a few visits for each person before she calms down, so don’t get discouraged,” he said to Steve.

“Now, let’s talk about what your other objectives are training-wise, so I can come up with a lesson plan for Miss Tabby here to nail,” Eddie continued. He pulled another treat out of the bag and offered it to her on a flat palm.

The two of them sat in Steve’s living room for the next half-hour discussing everything Steve was hoping to accomplish with Eddie’s help. As the clock ticked on, Steve’s heart felt lighter and lighter. Eddie was agreeing that all his goals were definitely doable, even if they’d take time and hard work; he wasn’t a bad dog dad. She was just a traumatized pup who needed his help.

They set up the next session to meet at his house again, but this time they’d take Tabby for a walk and work on her desire to attack cars when they drove past.

As soon as he said goodbye to Eddie and saw him out the door, Steve rang Robin.

“Hey, what’s up?” Robin answered the phone.

“You didn’t tell me he was so hot!” Steve complained to her.

It was silent for a second before Robin busted out laughing. “I’ve never met him! How was I supposed to warn you?” she said between chuckles.

“I dunno, Robs. But you still should have,” he said pettily, huffing.

She got her laughter under control, but he could still hear the smile in her voice, “Did it go well at least?”

Steve thought over their afternoon session. “He’s just as good as Chrissy said. Tabby acted like she normally does around strangers, but he had her calming down in minutes,” he confided.

Robin made an approving sound. “That’s great!”

“Yeah, and he told me how to make her do it for everyone that comes over,” he said. “I might be able to have the kids start coming over again.” He smiled at the thought of his lonely house full of life again. Then, he looked at the calendar where the next appointment was marked, eager for time to skip ahead. Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough.

It took a little while, but the two eventually wrapped up their call, with a promise to meet up for lunch the next day. After Steve told Robin he loved her one last time, he pressed ‘End Call’ and flopped onto the couch next to Tabby.

She let out a little huff and settled in against his side.

Steve ran his hand from ears to tail over and over again. “Did you like Eddie, Tabs? I hope so. I really hope he can help you.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for potentially overreacting to a joke?

I (20nb) was in a friend group with a few people (19nb, 17nb) for a little bit. A couple of days ago, I got drunk and started tweeting some silly things I definitely wouldnt have said sober, mainly about my life experiences as a younger teen. Someone who was a part of the extended friend group (21nb) then proceeded to make a joke out of one of those tweets at my expense.

I was immediately embarrassed beyond belief upon seeing it, and deleted the tweet and attempted to remove myself from the situation as quietly as possible by removing some mutual followers and the person who made the joke, and then making my account private. The friend group I personally am a part of didn't seem to understand why I was embarrassed, even after I explained multiple times, and kept making jokes about it. I kept trying to clarify a boundary only for the friend group to continue to poke fun.

Tonight, the 19 year old copy pasted the tweet I'd deleted and had several people from the extended friend group add on with their own jokes. I decided I had already made my boundaries clear, and they were disrespecting them, so I've currently blocked all communications with everybody involved and am just waiting for it to pass at this point.

I can't help but think I may have overreacted though. The tweet was, as I explained earlier about some of my life experiences as a teenager, which I don't really want to get into on tumblr for the same reason as I don't want people to make jokes about it with me as the subject of ridicule. A part of me thinks they're just jokes and the whole point is to tease me, another part of me is still incredibly sensitive about that period of my life and just wishes they'd leave me alone. Am I being too defensive? Do I need to chill out?

What are these acronyms?

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/757449554999296000/i-think-all-of-bts-sometimes-feed-shippers-i

I think that Tae posting those pictures pics with Jungkook in Hawaii was fanservice. Fanservice in the sense that he knew fans love to see the members together and knew that fans would love to see him and Jungkook together. It’s the same way a few years ago we saw taekook taking a picture together in a bangtan bomb because Tae wanted to post a picture for Army. That was fanservice because he knew fans would love to see a pic of him and Jungkook together. I don’t get it when people think he had any other alterior motive for posting those Hawaii pics at this time because it is clear to me that he was posting a dump from when he took those photos for Type 1 and since Jk was there with him in one of the locations, he posted him too. I don’t think he posted them because he had an issue with the travel show or with jkkrs or what ever nonsense some people come with.

One thing you said that I don’t agree with is that the travel show was for fans entertainment. I don’t think it was only for fans entertainment. I think it was first for Jimin and Jungkook and then for fans entertainment. We wouldn’t say Friendcation was only for fans entertainment so why do we say that about the travel show? These guys are human beings so it leaves a bad taste in my mouth when people think that every little thing they do is only for fans. Two things can be true at once so while I think the travel show is for fans entertainment, I also think it was for Jimin and Jungkook too to just get away and spend time with each other. Is part of it fanservice, absolutely but the fanservice part of it is not the only reason for it.

Hi anon!

I mean, I’ve pretty consistently said that I believe Jk and Jm also wanted to do it and that they probably really liked getting this chance together. I don’t think this would have happened if not for creating content for army though. Would they have gone away together for a couple of days? Perhaps, though they themselves admit to not having traveled together again after Tokyo so it’s not something they regularly do, but with enlistment in sight and them having spent less time together than they are used to, who knows. If they just wanted to get away and enjoy time together, they could have without cameras.And there lies the difference between Jk visiting Tae in Hawaii.. because that for sure was for them only. I don’t think it’s weird to acknowledge the difference. One isn’t worse than the other, to me they’re just different in origin. Friendcation started out as a plan for Wooga to go on a trip I believe, and later changed into what it became.. entertainment in the form of watching friends interact.I believe the travel show started out as an idea for content (made by two very close friends… like I said, this does not invalidate their friendship at all) because it would have been such ill timing for Jk’s schedule and also because it is mentioned that Jm came up with the idea for a travel show.. which to me says an idea for content.

I don’t feel Tae posting the Hawaii trip can be compared to that picture they took in the BB. That was clearly made with the intention of showing fans, the Hawaii pics were not taken with that intention. I don’t dare let my head go to all the pics we do not get to see. These were private pics, kept for more than a year. Yea, he included them for army to see, but to me the sentiment of the captions add so much to the point of Tae being reminded of a special time with Jk. A moment that still makes him think “so pretty I could die”. It’s not “my bro dude member was bored so he came out to have some fun” it’s “I missed him, I called, he came… he’s so pretty I could die”.

[white-noises-archive]

There's no place like home

Tags/warnings: None, just a bit of swearing then and there. Modern Au, can be taken platonic or on the start of a crush with either (or both) of them. Reader was kept gn as best as possible. No beta read.

Note: This is just a little something I thought about a few days ago, and the idea didn't seem to leave me alone, so I tried writing it (although I have a feeling that I forgot some stuff I wanted to add). Either way, I hope you enjoy ^^

Life could be funny at times.

If someone had told you a year or so ago that you would be not only out of home, but also out of the crappy apartment you had started to live in after jumping into the “I’m an independent adult” wagon, you would’ve certainly laughed at them.

Yet, after quite the lucky meeting with a rather sweet landlady, you managed to land a new place, way better than the claustrophobic place you couldn’t even dare to call home.

Still, as much as it had felt like the opportunity fell from the sky, you would be lying if you said that all had been nice and smooth upon arriving there.

Meeting and bonding with the two men living there, aka your new roommates, had been… quite the task.

Kujo Jotaro and Kakyoin Noriaki.

Both were weird in their own way.

Yes, maybe some people would call you mean just by saying that, mostly since what meets the eye is nothing like what really lies under the surface of both guys.

The redhead, Noriaki (as you both were well acquainted enough for him to allow you to call him by his first name), was an absolute gentleman ever since you moved there. Kind, well-mannered, and always seemed to be around when there was something you couldn’t figure out.

However, after time passed, you discovered that awkward, nerdy side of him. The true nature of his persona that would make him stay up all night watching some show he got hooked on or playing a video game for hours, that and also that sassy, sarcastic side that would appear when he was feeling playful and, therefore, comfortable.

And Jotaro… he was still a work in progress.

But he seemed to like you and be more vocal around you than when you first moved there, so that’s a win!

He had been one of the most intimidating persons you had met, his towering figure and glare never failing to make you freeze like a deer in headlights the first couple of months.

Noriaki had reassured you multiple times that his friend was like that with everyone, that you didn’t need to take his attitude personal… but the guy was still scary.

And even though he was still intimidating at times, he had eventually warmed up to your presence.

Hell, you almost jumped like a little kid the day he finally started a conversation with you himself.

Now, quite a long time after moving there, your mind had absolutely forgotten about the time when you lived on your own, only having space for the sweet memories with your roommates - now friends.

•••

“Can I go with you?”

It had been rather a boring day.

While you were grateful for the day off, since you knew that it was a pretty busy day at the café you worked at, you had managed to take care of any left business you had pending, leaving you with nothing to do in the afternoon.

So, as the redhead reminded you that it was his time to buy groceries, you didn’t think twice before asking to join him.

“Are you sure?” He questioned you, slightly confused at your request, “I thought you wanted to rest today”

“I did, yes. But resting got boring pretty quickly”

He chuckled at your words, quickly motioning to the door as he grabbed both his and your jacket.

∼∼∼

As weird as sometimes it was for Noriaki to plan every single detail for the things he did, having found the exact day and hour that the store was less crowded was a blessing when it came to grocery shopping.

As you both walked through the aisles, scanning the items and picking up whatever was needed, your mind couldn’t help but to wonder, getting lost in memories from when the three of you decided to buy things for everyone rather than having to find a time to do it for yourself.

It was still a bit embarrassing to think about it. But after both men had seen you absolutely stressed after a pretty busy week, having had zero time to buy groceries for yourself, the deal of taking turns to buy everything was pretty welcome.

…Thought you had been pretty upset when you found out that they had the habit of taking a couple of bucks off your bill, knowing that the pay and tips at the café weren’t exactly the best.

Chuckling to yourself, your body automatically stopped as your eyes landed on some bright cups in one of the shelves.

“Huh, it’s been a while since I last saw these” you spoke out loud, grabbing the item from its place.

Hearing your voice, Noriaki’s gaze went up from the list on his phone, moving to you, then to the cup in your hand.

Instant Ramen Noodles.

“Have you tried them before?” he joined your side, tilting his head at you.

“Yeah, kind of…”

“Kind of?”

Keeping your gaze on the cup, you didn’t notice the bittersweet smile that formed in your lips.

“One time, when I was still living in my old apartment… It was either paying rent or a full meal, but this seemed nice enough for dinner” carefully, you placed the cup back on the shelf “It was good, though I have to say I expected something more”

A slight frown appeared on his face as he thought for a moment, clearly thinking about his next words.

“...How did you prepare it?”

“Huh?” You blinked a few times in disbelief, being taken aback at his question. “The way the cup says… why?”

He looked at you, clearly holding back from laughing, as a muffled chuckle escaped from his mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing!” he shook his head, a smile still present on his face, “That’s a way to do it, but it’s better if you add more things to it”

“Oh…”

A message notification snapped you both from your thoughts, making you realize just how stupid you probably looked staring at a shelf full of instant noodles.

You didn’t need to look at it to know it was Jotaro, probably asking just where the fuck you two were.

You were just about to walk away and resume your shopping, but noticed as your companion stayed in place.

“Noriaki?”

He stood in place for a few seconds, before grabbing a pair of cups and turning to you as he smiled.

“What about trying them again, but this time better served?”

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea…” You smiled back at him, walking back to where he was, “But why, though?”

He shrugged, a bit embarrassed, handing you one of the cups.

“I think it would be a nice contrast since, you know… you’re no longer living like that”

Oh…

If you knew he was going to get sentimental out of the sudden in the middle of the grocery store at 6pm, you probably would have thought twice before asking to join him.

But damn, you couldn’t help but to grab the cup from his hand as your eyes felt like watering because he was right.

“That’s… a lovely idea” you smiled up at him, just to then raise a brow, “what about Jotaro?”

He smirked, instantly grabbing another cup.

“I’m sure he won’t mind, he likes them too anyway”

∼∼∼

The rest of the shopping and the drive home had gone smoothly, and you both were back at your shared apartment sooner than expected.

After a quick “about damn time” from Jotaro, and putting everything in place, the three of you went on with your usual routine for dinner, although this time you mostly watched as Noriaki prepared your food, Jotaro helping a few times when he found it necessary.

Once food was done and a really pleasant smell filled the kitchen, the three of you sat down to eat.

You didn’t know if it was Noriaki’s cooking talent or how different the situation was this time… but this time, the food tasted so, so much better that you couldn’t help but to smile with every bite, more as you paid attention to your friends as they chatted about whatever random topics they could think of.

Life could be funny at times, yes.

But you rather it be like that, more if it brought you surprises like these.

[sockiess]

hi i saw u write for scott (n im so glad cos there’s like no fics of him 🥲) could you do scott w a reader who kinda matches his attitude? like maybe some sort of frenemies to lovers thing, anytime he tries to get snarky with the rest of the cliffhangers reader argues back with him 🙏 hope that makes sense english isn’t my first language 🥲

Anon I love and appreciate you🫶

Frenemies

Warnings: None! :)

It was a hot day and Hannah made all of us cliffhangers go hiking. It wouldn’t have been so bad but one person by the name of Scott Barringer wouldn’t shut up. Ever since he came here a couple months ago he’s been an annoying prick. For some odd reason he thinks he’s better than everyone else and thinks he’s to good for us.

“God this is so annoying I mean why do we have to do all this stuff??” Scott said complaining for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. “Dude just suck it up the more you complain the longer it feels like.” Auggie said annoyed. “Dude literally no one was talking to you so why don’t you shut up” Scott said pissed.

“Scott seriously no one wants to hear your grading voice 24/7 just suck it up already.” I snapped and turned to him. Scott just looked at me and mumbled something under his breath. Even though Scott annoys me, he is one of the only people that I can stand to be around here at Mt. Horizon. He also somehow always listens to me when I tell him to shut up.

As we continued walking me and Scott’s hands kept brushing up against each other. I would never admit to anyone but I might have a little crush on Scott even if he does annoy me at times I mean come on he’s utterly gorgeous and can be nice when he wants to be.

The sun was starting to set and Hannah told me and Scott to go fetch stuff to build a fire. “You where blushing when our hands to kept touching.” Scott said suddenly smirking at me when we where away from the other campers. “you wish.” I replied back to him trying to hide my small and embarrassment. “Come on just admit you have a crush on me.” He said smiling. “There is nothing to admit.” I said, picking up sticks to use for the fire.

“So if I where to kiss you right now you wouldn’t kiss back?” he said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “Scott you’re crazy” I said walking away from him only for him to grab my arm and pull me into him and suddenly feeling his lips on mine. Scott kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do but he was also so soft and gentle at the same time. I dropped the sticks I was holding and held his face as we made out. Soon we pulled away to take breath. Scott rested his forehead on mine and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. As we where about to kiss again we heard Ezra calling our name.

“We should better get back” I said almost out of breath. “Yeah” Scott replied “But one more thing” he said before kissing me again. “Alright lover boy let’s go before we get in trouble for inappropriate touching” I joked.

“fine.” Scott groaned picking back up the sticks and smiling at me “I’m going to annoy you so much more now” he said ruffling and kissing the top of my head

“I know you are” I said smiling and leaning into him.

Hi! Hope I did your request justice!! If there is anything you want me to add or change please let me know 🫶 thank you so much for the request 🫶

[andiwriteordie]

Mike coming out to Will sometime during season 5 before they’ve confessed their feelings for each other or anything hehe

For the writing prompt requests <3 also CONGRATS ON 1500 ANDI U DESERVE IT!!

hi elli!!! oh my god this prompt 🥺 this is so sweet, and it was so much fun to write. (side note i have now written like 3 coming out stories in the span of a week so. that's fun!) also tysm!!! <3 i hope you enjoy this!

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you pull me in (and i’m a little more brave)

Mike Wheeler has two secrets.

He’s never really been a person who has liked keeping secrets, at least not from his friends. He’s kept secrets from his parents for his entire life, so that doesn’t really matter. But Mike has always tried to be honest with his friends. After all, the Party’s first rule isn’t “friends don’t lie” for nothing.

But Mike Wheeler has two secrets, and he’s kept them close to his chest for the past couple of years.

The first secret is this:

Mike Wheeler is gay.

Yeah, that… that had been something difficult to come to terms with. It all started back in the fall of 1985 before everything went to shit and before the world started ending and before they got trapped into an interdimensional war with One and the monsters of the Upside Down. Talk about an awful time to have a sexuality crisis. 

Seriously. Mike spent… a lot of sleepless nights, absolutely terrified that his first big secret would be found out. When you’re fighting a monster who literally reaches into your brain and brings out the worst parts of you—the parts that you’re terrified to even admit to yourself—it’s really not a good idea to have this big of a secret. 

At least… at least that’s what Will said when he came out as gay, early last year.

God, he’s the bravest person that Mike knows. There’s no one braver in the world than Will Byers—not even El, whom Mike believes is really fucking brave. But El, as incredible as she may be, is also a superhero. Of course, she can bravely face monsters and government scientists and anything the world throws at her. Mike thinks he’d be braver too if he was better than Superman.

Will’s just Will though, and he’s been through so much. And yet, he makes the decision to get back up every time the world tries to knock him down. He stands up against all the monsters and the bullies and every single being that’s ever hurt him, and yet, he still manages to be the kindest, most loving person Mike has ever met. He’s never lost sight of who he is, and everything he does inspires Mike to be braver. 

There’s no one braver than Will Byers—no one better in the world than Will Byers.

And that’s exactly why Mike decides that Will Byers should be the first person in the world to learn his secret.

The two of them are sitting in Mike’s bedroom now. Earlier, he’d asked Will if they could talk—alone, he’d been quick to add. Naturally, Will had been a little bit confused, but he’d nodded and promised to come over to Mike’s room in the lab after dinner.

And so… here they are. 

Mike’s heart pounds inside his chest, and his hands feel clammy. Of all the people in the world, Will is going to be the most accepting. Everyone in the extended Party has been accepting of Will and Robin (who’d come out a few months before Will), so honestly, Mike knows he shouldn’t worry about their reactions. But still, he’s never shared this secret with anyone before, and… and it’s terrifying.

But this is Will.

And Will makes him feel brave.

So, with Will Byers’ kind hazel eyes staring back at him, Mike takes a deep breath, and he wrings his hands nervously.

And he chooses to let his walls down.

“Will… I… I’m gay,” Mike admits, his voice impossibly soft. He doesn’t dare look up at his best friend—not yet. The memories of words so cruel and so hurtful, said years ago on a day full of pouring rain and his worst mistakes, make their way to the forefront of his mind. “I… I’ve known for a while now, and I, um… I didn’t want to admit it... But I… I don’t want to hide anymore.”

Another breath—shaky and quiet this time.

Mike dares to look up, and he meets Will’s eyes. “I, um… I said some things to you when we were younger,” Mike whispers, and though his vision is a little blurry because of the tears stinging his eyes, he can still see the recognition that flashes across Will’s face. “Some really, really hurtful things… and I’m sorry, Will. I… I know it’s no excuse, but… that’s when I was first starting to realize this about myself… And I was scared, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

One more breath. In and out.

“I wanted to tell you first,” Mike says, his voice soft, “not… not just because you’re gay too, but… but because you’re my best friend in the entire world, Will. And I just… I trust you more than anyone else, you know? And also… because you make me feel brave enough to be myself. So… yeah. That’s it, I guess.”

For a moment, Will just stares back at Mike, as if he’s searching for… for something or trying to understand Mike better. There’s curiosity but also compassion and understanding in Will’s eyes, and before Mike knows it, he’s being pulled into Will’s arms.

“Oh, Mike,” Will whispers, holding him close. 

The embrace is warm and familiar and comforting, and God, fresh tears well in Mike’s eyes as he all but collapses into Will’s hug. Will’s arms wrap around him tighter in response, and Mike sniffles, burying his head in his best friend’s shoulder.

 “I’m so proud of you,” Will murmurs, rubbing Mike’s back gently. “God, I am so, so proud of you, Mike. You have no idea. Thank you. Thank you for… for trusting me and for being you. You’re incredible, and I’m so proud of you.”

Somehow, just like he always does, Will knows exactly what to say. He knows exactly what Mike needs to hear, and Mike can’t help the watery laugh that escapes his lips. “I didn’t really do anything,” he admits. “Nothing that you haven’t done.”

“Hey.” Will pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other now, and he smiles at Mike, gentle and familiar. “Coming out is terrifying no matter what, and it’s not about me. It’s about you and how brave you are and how incredible it is that you’re accepting who you are. So… I mean it, Mike. I’m proud of you, and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

Will pauses for a brief moment; then, he smiles again. “When I came out,” he says softly, “Robin told me this… She said that the world becomes a better, more beautiful place whenever anybody accepts who they are and shares it with the world. So… just remember that, okay?”

Mike can’t help but smile, and he reaches up, putting his hand on top of Will’s. “Okay,” he whispers back. “Thanks, Will… Seriously. Thank you for… for everything.”

The look on Will’s face turns soft again, and for a moment, the world shrinks until it’s just the two of them. Something wildly beautiful and familiar and electric lingers in the air between them, close enough for Mike to reach out and grab it, and he nearly does.

Because, you see, Mike Wheeler has two secrets—though, he’s now shared one of those secrets with someone and is starting to find the courage to share it with others.

The first secret is this: 

Mike Wheeler is gay.

The second one is… a little more complicated than the first, and it’s this:

Mike Wheeler is in love with Will Byers.

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 18

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1502

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 18

After Sam and Maria left the kitchen for that tour, Dean went to the library with the dragon following. He had found it completely weird that images were coming to his mind, and he knew they were coming from Bubbles, convinced that was her name.

“So, how come she can’t see your thoughts,” Dean asked the dragon when he sat down at one of the library tables, the dragon in front of him.

The dragon tilted its head like it was contemplating how to answer him. The word “stubborn” reverberated softly in his mind, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, she seems pretty stubborn. How do you plan on convincing her to talk to me if she can’t hear your thoughts?” he asked somewhat curiously.

Again, the dragon seemed to be thinking. Then Dean could have sworn it shrugged its shoulders.

“Well, you’re no help,” he laughed and then swore the dragon glared at him a little, making him chuckle again. Dean reached out and rubbed the dragon's chin, and it made that purring sound, “This might be easier if she actually believed,” he sighed.

Something Dean had given up on a long time ago was a relationship. His job, hunting monsters, kept him from getting close to anyone, especially after what had happened with Lisa. Even with his thoughts wandering now, the dragon just watched him. The last thing Dean ever wanted was for someone else to get hurt, or worse because a monster was using them as leverage to get to him. 

Well, at least she’d agreed to drinks and conversation, which Sam was thankful for. He hoped it would help ease the tension he could tell had been building since he’d said she was just a case. She looked almost nervous when he brought her a beer, trying not to chuckle when she immediately took a drink of it. 

Dean’s attention kept going from the dragon to her as the dragon kept showing him the image of two people talking. It took everything in him not to chuckle, but he couldn’t keep the smile from playing along his lips. When Sam set the whiskey and glass down for him, he poured himself a double. It was called liquid courage for a reason, and he was gonna need it. Being nervous around a woman was something he’d never struggled with before, but she was different. “So, uh, what did you want to talk about,” she asked, somewhat quietly, not looking directly at either of them.

The little dragon walked over to where she was sitting and climbed into her lap. She set her hand on its back, over its wings, as it curled up comfortably. Sam had been debating how to start this since before he’d ever brought it up to her.

“Well, we’ll have to make a supply run in the next couple of days. What kinds of things do you like to eat?” Sam asked her, finding a simple and safe topic to start off with.

“Oh. Umm,” she began, then paused, sipping her beer for a few moments, “I like most meats, potatoes, cereal, some fruits.”

Sam chuckled, “Tell you what, we’ll make a list, and you can add what you’d like to it, or you could just go with us. Alright, what kinds of things do you like to do?”

“I like to bake and read stuff on Tumblr,” she replied, and it almost seemed like she was embarrassed at that.

Dean raised an eyebrow. She’d said the magic word, bake, “What kind of stuff can you bake?” He felt his breath hitch in his lungs again when she looked up at him with those deep, dark blue eyes of hers.

“All kinds of stuff. Following a recipe is easy,” she replied casually.

“Come on, Sweetheart, you gotta give me something more specific than that,” he chuckled, his curiosity getting the better of him. He really wanted to know what she could bake.

She furrowed her brow a bit, “Breads, cookies, cakes, pies, and everything in between.” “You had me at pie,” he smirked, sipping his drink.

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow, “What’s your favorite?” 

“Apple, but I like all kinds of pie. Cherry is a close second,” he answered, still smirking happily. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, and she could bake. If it weren’t for the pull he already felt for her, he would be feeling one now.

She looked over at Sam, “Maybe we could add the ingredients to the list so I could bake,” she suggested, still seeming a little nervous.

“I don’t see why not,” Sam replied, giving her a friendly smile. He was grateful she was at least talking, and Dean was getting involved. Although, so far, she wasn’t really asking much about them, at least she seemed to be trying.

“Are you two gonna keep the sigils on?” she asked quietly, looking more at her beer than at either of them.

The brothers exchanged a look, having a silent conversation, which they did often. It was something neither of them had discussed, and they weren’t entirely sure how her powers would affect them. “We hadn’t talked about it,” Sam replied and sighed, “We just don’t know the full extent of how your powers will affect us. We’ve been hunters a long time and were just doing it as a precaution. It’s nothing against you,” he tried to reassure her.

“Well, uh, mine is mostly gone anyway,” Dean said, fidgeting a little, as he hadn’t said a thing to his brother about it, “Pretty sure it’s useless right now.” Then he finished his drink and poured himself another.

“Dean,” Sam said quietly, although frustratedly, giving him a look to match. Dean just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, then leaned back in his chair, drink in hand. He glanced over at her just in time to see her smile a little.

“I’ve never hurt anyone, just being around them,” she said quietly, then finished her beer.

Sam got up, grabbed a six-pack out of the fridge, then returned to the library, setting it on the table so he and Maria could both reach it when they needed another. He was slightly frustrated with his brother, but at the same time, if his suspicions were correct, the sigil was pointless for Dean.

“We get that. We just had to take precautions. Like I said, it’s nothing against you,” Sam again tried to reassure her.

“So, uh… what do you guys do when you aren’t hunting?” she asked quietly again, getting herself another beer.

“Well, we watch movies, play phone games sometimes, listen to music,” Dean answered, still with that happy, stupid smile on his face that he couldn’t get rid of, even if he’d wanted to. She was kind of adorable when she was being shy.

“Some of us read too,” Sam added, side glaring slightly at his brother.

She chuckled quietly, “I like to do those things too.” 

To the brothers, she still sounded nervous, “What kinds of things do you like to read?” Sam asked.

They both noticed how she bit her bottom lip nervously, not really looking at either of them. “Mostly fanfics on Tumblr. But I like sci-fi stuff,” she replied, still in that quiet, nervous tone.

“Why do you seem so nervous?” Sam finally decided just to ask her.

She sighed, taking another sip of her beer. “Most people just think I’m weird with the stuff I like, so I don’t usually tell anyone,” she answered quietly.

Both brothers chuckled, “You don’t have to worry about that. We’re not most people. Our lives are like a sci-fi novel or movie,” Sam told her, stifling another chuckle.

“Or like Halloween, every day of the year,” Dean added, pouring himself another drink.

She looked up at the two of them, and all Dean wanted to do was go hold her. She looked so sad to him, causing his smile to fade. Now, all he had to do was figure out what he could possibly say to get her to smile again.

“Weird is kind of our thing. It would be weird if our lives were normal,” Sam told her softly.

“So, you don’t think I’m weird?” she asked, sounding slightly nervous.

“Not really. Not in a bad way anyway,” Dean told her, trying to think of something smooth to say. His mind kept going blank. “You seem like our kind of weird.” Then he wanted to kick himself for saying that, at least until he heard her giggle.

“I don’t think anyone’s told me that before,” she giggled quietly again.

Sam saw the huge smile that Dean got, it went from ear to ear, “Honestly, Maria, just be yourself. Most people would probably find us weird.”

She smiled a little, “I think everyone should be at least a little weird. Normal can be boring,” she stated, finally finding a regular tone and not being as quiet as she had been. However, she was now on her third beer.

That got both brothers laughing. At least she seemed to start opening up. Either that, or she was getting buzzed, helping to lower her inhibitions.

An hour later, she’d had five beers total. The room had been filled with laughter, and now, she and Dean were arguing with Sam.

“Bacon is a meal, and there’s no way you can convince me that it isn’t,” she said with stubborn confidence.

“God, you and Dean both need a new diet. That much grease isn’t good for you,” Sam tried to argue back, making them both laugh again.

“Death by bacon. I can live with that,” Dean mused, sipping another glass of whiskey.

Sam couldn’t believe the statement that had just come out of his brother’s mouth, “You do realize that is an oxymoron, right?” “Whatever it is, I can live with it,” Dean stated, causing Maria to laugh again. It was like music to him, and he never wanted it to end. Then there was her smile, which could brighten any room. 

“So, what’s the weirdest case you two have had to go on?” she asked, still laughing some at the bacon argument.

“Uh, that’s a tough one,” Dean replied, leaning back in his chair again, thinking back over all the cases they’d had over the years.

“We’ve had several weird ones,” Sam chuckled, thinking back.

“Well, what was the weirdest?” she asked again, seeming utterly curious.

“There was that time we were cartoons,” Sam mused, as that had been really weird for him.

“Wait, you were a cartoon?” she asked, seeming surprised and even more curious.

Dean chuckled, “Yeah. It was a ghost that was haunting a TV. I got for the Dean Cave. The ghost pulled us into an episode of Scooby Doo. Velma kissed Sam.”

She laughed at the story. When she caught her breath, though, she looked at Sam, trying to stop the continued giggles, “So, how was it getting kissed by a cartoon?”

He was still slightly embarrassed over that ordeal, “It was… kinda weird.”

“What do you mean by weird? Like, how the kiss felt or just the fact that you were a cartoon?” she asked, tilting her head a bit.

Sam chuckled, “Kissing a fictional character that is a cartoon.”

“What about you, Dean? Did you get to kiss Dapne?” she asked, turning to him and raising an eyebrow.

If only she knew how incredibly adorable he found her, “No. She’s got a thing for Fred,” he chuckled.

Then, out of the blue, Sam put his hand on the side of his head, a look of realization crossing it, “I know why Crowly wants her, before her powers awaken.”

Great way to ruin the mood, Dean thought to himself, but he was also now curious, “Well, spit it out already.”

“Rowena’s his mother. She could perform the spell, to awaken her powers, leaving Maria indebted to the both of them,” Sam told them, finally having put the pieces together.

Maria grabbed the whiskey bottle off the table and drank at least two shots worth, “Wonderful,” she grumbled, setting the bottle back where she’d gotten it from.

“That explains what Crowley told her, about when she changed her mind,” Dean sighed. At this point, he was just hoping that they could keep her safe. If she believed in soulmates or was even open to it, things could go differently, and Dean knew that.

The one thing the brothers could tell about her was that she wasn’t the kind of person to not find a way to pay back a favor or act of kindness. The mood of the evening quickly shifted. Both brothers noticed how she seemed to get uncomfortable with the revelation.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” she said fairly sullenly.

“I’m sorry Maria. It just came to me, and I blurted it out without thinking,” Sam apologized as she stood up, carefully picking up the sleeping dragon.

“It’s okay. I should get some sleep anyway,” she replied, although she sounded like something else was on her mind.

“Okay. Try to get some sleep,” Dean told her, softer than he realized.

She didn’t look back at them before she left them alone in the library and headed to her room.

“Dude, Seriously?!” Dean turned to Sam and told him, frustrated, “That could have waited till later.”

“I said I was sorry. It’s not like I was purposefully trying to upset her. Although, it’s kinda cute how you’re smitten with her,” Sam replied, teasing his brother a little. He really couldn’t resist.

“Jerk,” Dean mumbled, finishing his drink.

“Bitch,” Sam chuckled.

“Back to the Rowena/Crowley thing. He can’t get in here, but she can. Now what are we supposed to do?” Dean said, trying to figure out how they would get around this one.

Sam leaned back in his chair, beer in hand, “There’s not much we can do about that,” he sighed.

The problem with witches is that they were human, so a lot of things wouldn’t repel them or keep them from entering a home, like salt to ward against demons or ghosts. Rowena was also the most powerful witch alive, being over three hundred years old. They didn’t know all of what she could do, but they wouldn’t put anything past her abilities. She had removed the Mark of Cain from Dean, after all. On top of that, she knew where the bunker was, having been there several times to help with certain things when it was in her best interest.

“I might be able to find a protection spell, though,” Sam finally said, breaking the silence and getting on his laptop.

Sam had learned a few tricks from his interactions with Ruby many years ago. Then there were all the books in the bunker, several of which were spell books. The Men of Letters believed in using magic. It was a means to an end.

“Okay, just, don’t forget about us. The last thing I want is to piss that woman off too badly. She’s got a temper,” Dean told him.

So Dean drank while Sam poured through his laptop and books for the next several hours, far into the night. Maria never came back out of her room, and Dean hoped that she was sleeping and not sitting awake and alone.

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[the-brothers]

One Year

You stood in the kitchen with your arm resting in a sling while Sabo stood on a footstool next to you in front of the coffee maker. His emerald gaze focused on the stream of liquid as the old machine groaned and sputtered. 

"It doesn't smell very good." he commented, "how do you drink that stuff?" 

"I add things to it." you answered pulling a canister of cocoa from the cupboard in front of you. 

"You get to have hot chocolate in the morning?" his little brows raised under his shaggy bangs.

"Yeah," you shrugged dumping a couple of spoonfuls into the mugs on the counter, "Wanna try some? Or do you just want plain cocoa?"

His face scrunched in thought for a moment, "Plain cocoa… but can I have a drink of yours?" 

You chuckled to yourself, a year ago a scene like this didn't even seem possible.

"Of course, Blondie." 

"When did you start drinking coffee?"

You hummed recalling the exact day, "I was about your age actually." 

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Marco stood next to you looking at fancy prepared cups of what looked like chocolate that lined the catering table. Some had whipped cream on top, some didn't. A sweet but also strong scent hung in the air. The tall cups were pushed back just out of your reach. 

"What do you think they are-yoi?" the blonde asked taking a quick assessment of the room. 

This was your second year to be shuffled off to this annual charity event set up by the orphanage. There was a silent auction of arts and crafts made by the children. Donations were encouraged of course but most importantly it served as almost a meet and greet of potential adaptors and adoptees. You really didn't understand why you were there but you were happy to keep hold of the back of Marco's shirt as you explored the new surroundings. 

"Chocolate milk?" you guessed, rising on your tiptoes and reaching for one that had cream and chocolate drizzle on top.

"Those aren't for you." one of the social workers scolded shooing your hand away. 

You muttered an apology as you shifted behind Marco.

"Why're we even here?" he grumbled back taking a more protective stance. 

"To hopefully find some parents." she turned to tidy the table up muttering something about how he'd be lucky. 

You sighed clutching onto his shirt. Your experience with adults was still a bit traumatic. Though you had been away from the physical abuse for a while, no adult had given you any reason to trust them. 

Marco rolled his eyes diverting his attention away from the staff member back to you, "Sorry, F/N," he held your shaky shoulders and whispered, "we'll get some. Don't worry." 

Soon the venue was crowded with people. All of the children had been given name tags and were kept in a supervised room while prospective adopters milled about. While the monitor was distracted with a rich couple Marco grabbed your wrist and dragged you back to the catering room. 

"Sit under here-yoi." he ordered pulling the almost floor-length white table cloth up. 

You did as he ordered and waited until a moment or two later he crawled under holding one of the mystery cups. He stabbed a straw through the hole in the domed lid and handed the cold cup over to you. 

You looked at him wide eyed, "We're gonna get in trouble." 

"Who cares? What're they gonna do in front of all these rich people anyway?" 

Your curiosity outweighed your desire to stay out of trouble so you dared to take the first drink. It was chocolate - so sweet and creamy with just the right amount of bitter. With a soft hum you closed your eyes and took another sip. It wasn't often that you got to have any sort of treat, especially chocolate. 

Marco chuckled, "Damn F/N, save some for me."

"It's so good." you handed the cup off to your brother. 

It was the blonde's turn to hum with delight, "It's coffee-yoi." 

"Coffee? Grown ups keep all the good stuff for themselves." you grumbled taking another sip as Marco offered it.

"They like to make stuff fancy. It doesn't always taste like this." 

"No?"

"Yeah, lots of them like it plain which is really bitter-yoi." he chuckled, "You'd hate it."

For a few minutes you sat quietly passing the cup back and forth before Marco peeked out from under the table cloth. 

"Ya want a snack?" he asked, turning back to you as you nodded. 

He slipped out just before you heard some adults enter. 

"Marco!?" the voice of one of your chaperones called as your brother grunted and cursed, "What are you doing in here?" 

"I dunno-yoi." he grumbled. 

"Where's F/N? She's never far behind."

You sat tensed under the table nearby holding your breath. 

"Dunno." he huffed. 

"I'm so sorry, I need to deal with him. I'll be right back."

"No worries." a terrifyingly deep voice rumbled back. 

You could hear your brother arguing to be let go as she shuffled out of the room with him. When it got quiet you decided to take a look. If the coast was clear you were going to make a run for it. 

"Oh, hello." you hadn't expected the man with the deep voice to be standing right in front of you. 

"F/N, there you are." the relief on the chaperone's face vanished as she saw the cup in your hands, "Where did you get that?" 

"I gave it to her," the huge blonde man interrupted looking down at you, "Isn't that right, lass?" 

You nodded sheepishly.

"I didn't realize they weren't allowed to." he continued as she reached for you. 

"Oh, no, it's fine don't worry about it, Mr. Newgate."

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"Wait, so that's how you met Pops?" Sabo asked, sitting carefully with his cocoa in front of him. 

"Yup, didn't see him again until he adopted us. So I guess he sort of got to see Marco too." you chuckled sitting next to him. 

"Can I try your coffee now?"

You pushed your cup toward your little brother, "Knock yourself out." 

He took a huge swig and immediately let it dribble down his chin into his lap making you cackle.  

"Uck! F/N, tha's disgus'ing!"

[writingutshipficscuzimbored]

An Unholy Alliance

Fandom: undertale AUs

AUs: underfell & storyfell

Ship: uf!Sans x ssf!Chara

Chapter Two: Ad Absurdum

“what's first?” Sans asks, “well, first i need time to think.” He says, taking a puff from his cigarette. “And to rest for a moment.”

Chara crouches down slightly to meet his eyes, “Aww, come on. Tired already?” They ask, in a disappointed tone. “We barely fought for tha-”

“would you shut the fuck up?” Sans asks angrily, cutting them off. “let's just sit down over here,” he says, walking over to a destroyed pillar and sitting down.

Chara follows, stopping for a moment and looking around at the barely recognizable corridor, letting out a laugh. “We really tore this place asunder, didn’t we?” They say, before sitting down.

Sans chuckles, “happens more often than you’d think.” He says, leaning back against the pillar, “this place gets torn to shit 'least once a decade.”

“The one back home has never even been repaired…” Chara says, slouching and resting their head on their fist, “if it was ever completed to begin with.”

Sans lets out a short chuckle, before falling silent for a few moments. “on that subject: what is your home like?” He asks, looking over to them.

“War torn. To say the least. And quite obviously, a lot of people are in completely different positions than they are here. Still the same people, just- shifted around.” They say, pulling a cigarette out of their jacket, “in a lot of ways, it’s very similar to here. People are violent, and full of malice. Just… far more chaotic.”

Sans turns his body to face Chara, now invested in their story. “yer gonna have to elaborate more than that. you said i was the king earlier, which means that papyrus is the prince, most likely residing in the ruins. is that correct?” He asks.

“You’re smart, I’ll give you that.” They say, correcting their posture, “I’ll elaborate in a moment, if you could give me a light, first.” They say holding out their cigarette.

Sans says nothing, simply using his cigarette flame to light theirs.

Chara relaxes, smoking for a couple seconds. “In my world, you are the king. The prince left you long ago due to your lingering hatred of humanity, and some massive disagreement, the specifics of which were lost to time.” They say, “And that separation destroyed him. Some call him lazy, some call him incompetent. Whatever the case, the kingdom fell into despair. Individual factions rising up, waging war against each other, and the king.” They add, going back to smoking.

“interesting” Sans says, “how bad did the underground get? and where did everyone else end up?” He asks, standing up, dropping his cigarette on the floor and crushing it with his foot.

Chara laughs, covering their forehead with their palm. “The underground has nearly been completely destroyed, by now. Cities turned to ashes, entire sections of the underground rendered uninhabitable. It’s a nightmare.” They say, before standing up.

Sans laughs, “and i thought our situation was fucked up.”

Chara takes a deep breath, “As for everyone else: my mother, Toriel is the Captain of the Royal Guard; my father Asgore is the Royal Scientist; my brother is a Royal Guardsman as well, he'll probably become captain one day; Undyne is a TV star, and the only real beacon of hope left in the underground; and I’ve never seen Alphys.” Chara says, “and I guess me and Asriel take you and your brothers place.”

Sans starts walking, “i see.” He says, gesturing Chara to follow him with a wave of his hand. “and what about you? how the hell did you end up being adopted by the dreemurr family?” He asks.

Chara catches up to him, matching his pace as they walk through the destroyed corridor. “I fell down an entrance in the Wetlands- or “Waterfall” as you call it here. Asriel found and helped me, then bargained for my life.” They say as they exit the hallway. “Mother accepted me with open arms, Father… was far more curious than accepting.”

The two stop as Chara admires the city.

“i highly doubt you were kept a secret for long, how that go down?” Sans asks.

Chara lets out an uncomfortable laugh, “Well, the king found out. We don’t know how, but he did. He wouldn’t listen to a word mother told him, and was very set on having me executed. That was until…” Chara takes a deep breath, “Father made some kind of deal with him.”

“a deal?” Sans asks, turning to make eye contact with Chara.

Chara takes one last puff from their cigarette, and then smothers it against their hand, leaving a burn mark. “Frequently, Father would abduct me at night, and take me to his lab. There’d he’d inject me with God knows what, do all manners of experiments, and all kinds of weird surgeries. He didn’t even bother to put me under anesthetic.” They say.

“no wonder you’re a fuckin psycho,” Sans says, half joking, “does that also correlate with you being unnaturally resilient?” He asks.

“Yes, actually.” Chara responds, smiling. “After it was all said and done, my body was completely different, my physical condition was greatly enhanced, and most importantly: I had near unlimited stamina, and immense regenerative capabilities.” They explain, “that’s why I was able to walk off nearly everything you threw at me.”

Sans sits down on the ledge overlooking the city, Chara joins him. “how strong is this regeneration?” He asks.

Chara smiles, placing their right hand on the ground, next to Sans. “How about I show you?” They say, drawing attention to their hand, “You know what to do.”

Sans looks at them in confusion, completely baffled at the suggestion.

“Do it.”

Without a second thought, Sans summons a red bone in his hand and stabs clean through Chara's palm.

Chara groans in pain, while letting out a breathless laugh.

Sans removes the bone, watching the blood trickle off the edge.

“Now watch,” Chara says, holding up their hand, as it slowly heals. “There,” they say waving their hand, “good as new.”

“how the hell?” Sans asks, shocked “what did he do to you?”

Chara shrugs, “No idea, all I know is that I’m like this now.” They say nonchalantly, “all I remember about the experiments is that they were excruciatingly painful.”

Sans pauses, taking their hand and inspecting it, “and when did he start doing these experiments on you?” He asks.

“When I was about 6-ish.” Chara responds casually.

Sans freezes his hand clenching into a fist, left eye glowing orange and yellow, and his body tensing up.

“Uh… partner?” Chara asks, tapping on Sans' shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Sans snaps back to normal, looking around for a moment. “yeah, i’m fine…” he says, attempting to play it off, “…from what i can tell, you were their human weapon?”

Chara pauses, confused by his behavior, but answers regardless, “Well, yes, or at least- that was what they intended… I am loyal to Asriel and Mother due to their kindness. However, I did not share that same loyalty for Asgore, or the King.” They explain, cracking their back, “but, that’s a story for another time.”

“right.” Sans responds.

“What about you?”

Sans' head snaps to look at Chara, “huh?”

“What’s your story? You’ve clearly been through a lot, as well.” Chara asks.

Sans shakes his head, “it’s not important. what is important is the plan. i have a lab beneath my house, i’ll take us there now.” He says, avoiding the question.

“Whatever you say, partner.”

Next Chapter

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[antisocialxconstruct]

I was gonna add to this but then my routine got fucked up today and my brain's not working so it's just this like ~800 words. That one post yesterday about OCs and their triggers got me Thinking™ about Maksim's early life (he's 22 here) and how several things all came together to make it incredibly hard for him to connect with people even when he really wanted to :/ (light CW for brief mention of self harm impulses)

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"I know you're disappointed."

There was a momentary silence, then a heavy sigh off to his left that made Danila flinch. "You know how I feel about you doing that," Klym said, and his tone was soft but it still made Danila feel like he was going to be sick. But the atmosphere in the little apartment had been off since he got there a couple hours ago, and it had taken him that long to convince himself that anything would be better than letting that silent storm keep brewing between them.

He clenched his fists in his lap, stared down at them, loosened one to nervously touch his face, pressed the hand against his mouth, screwed his eyes shut-anything except turn around. He was modeling after all, he told himself, he was supposed to be holding a pose, even as he was acutely aware that the soft scratching of pencil on paper had stopped. Klym had just started to say something else when he finally blurted out "you're not denying it."

Thick paper rustled briefly, then soft fabrics slid against each other, telling him Klym had gotten up and was coming around to face him, but he kept his eyes cast firmly downward. No illusions now about why. "Danila," Klym breathed, and that name on his lips was a knife between the ribs. It had only been five months but they had already established a pattern–he was always Danya, right up until they were having one of these conversations. "There are some things people think but don't say for a reason," Klym continued, "it's not your place to just hear them anyway. I know you know that."

“I’m sorry.” Danila nearly choked on the words, and wrapped his arms around himself like that was going to stop the panic. Stop the bleeding. Or just drive the knife deeper. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Klym stepped close enough to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but no more than that. It would have been a caress yesterday, he would have leaned in for a kiss. “Look, I’m not angry with you,” he said, and the thing he thought but didn’t say was I just want you to calm down, I don’t know how to talk to you when you get like this. It didn’t make Danila calm. It made his breath hitch like that knife in his chest had just punctured a lung. It made him imagine sewing his own mouth shut, dislocating his fingers to give himself something else to focus on, driving one of Klym’s nice expensive pens through his temple just to break himself of this stupid habit, keep him out of other people’s heads. It made him wonder if he could just erase this exchange from Klym’s memory and pretend he never said anything, maybe erase everything up to the visit the day before that had started it all. They could do it again, he wouldn’t wince this time when he felt Klym’s fingers wander up under the hem of his shirt, he wouldn’t make that face and he wouldn’t get so tense, and Klym would have no reason to tell him we don’t have to do this now if you’re not ready and he would have the good sense not to say I don’t think I want to do this at all. It would be fine actually, it wouldn’t really be an invasion if he was doing it to fix everything.

He must have gone too long without saying anything because Klym pulled his hand away and stepped back, and this time he said nothing at all but he thought I wish I knew what you wanted me to say, and before Danila could think through it he responded, “I wish you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“What am I lying about?” Klym volleyed back, and now that cautious I don’t want to spook you tone was starting to erode, because it was true that he was disappointed. It was true that he was frustrated. It was true that he was lying.

Even as his body was collapsing in around the constricting in his chest Danila still managed to get out “you’re punishing me.”

“I’m not-”

“You’re upset about yesterday so now you don’t want to touch me or look at me the same until I change my mind.”

“I just thought I made you uncomfortable, I-” Klym sighed again, this time with an obvious edge of exasperation. “I don’t understand how you can’t seem to keep yourself from reading my thoughts and you’re still this wrong.”

“I don’t understand why you’re still lying!” Danila spat, and at last he finally looked up to meet Klym’s eyes, finding enough defiant anger of his own not to wither under the other man’s glare. “I have to check because you won’t just say what you’re thinking!”

Klym exhaled sharply through his nose and rolled his eyes. “Right now I’m thinking maybe you should go home.” Danila had nearly gotten used to the knife between his ribs when it was yanked out, and whatever meager breath he’d been able to draw along with it.

He stared up, transfixed now by the stare he thought he’d been challenging, and shook his head, wheezed out a single “no.” No defiance now, no anger. Not a refusal so much as a desperate plea.

“Just give me a few days, Danila… You need to cool down and I’m not exactly feeling inspired right now.”

[gontagokuhara]

WAIT WAIT WAIT BEFORE THE UPDATE HITS CAN YOU EXPLAIN THE MAKOTO AND JUNKO "LORE" BECAUSEEE💀💀 EVAN CAPTORVATING MADE THE JOKE(?) TOO AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS 💀💀💀 LIKE WYDMM

OKAY ISTG THIS IS MY LAST "LORE ME UP" ASK BC I CANNOT KEEP CONSUMING YOUR CONTENT W/O GIVING YOU MY MONEY FOR IT I LITERALLY NEED YOUR COMMISSIONS TO OPEN BUT IM WAITUNG UNTIL THE END OF POINTY OBJECTS💀🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (there's not a flag to wave for the pointy objects nation so I'm just waving the gay flag it's basically the same thing)

THIS MADE ME GIGGLE SO BAD IN THE MIDDLE OF WORK HELP 😭😭😭 oh i’m so excited for this chapter to go up EXPLANATIONS BELOW ‼️

ok. so. generally i’ve had the finer plot details of pointy objects nailed down and mostly unchanging though i Will add or go into more detail on certain things if i get the inspiration. so like pointy objects is Locked In. but sometimes the opportunity for shenanigans presents itself (and evan beckons me successfully to the dark side)

he is my Kokichi Correspondent but as the previously posted chapter makes abundantly clear. there’s another character that evan is a Knower Of that i humbly request his massive brain’s opinions on. enter junko enoshima. i will have very much more to say AFTER chapter twenty-seven goes up but for the sake of addressing the messy ex naejunko allegations:

…it started as a joke. still Mostly is one. but i have spent HOURS in recent months watching and listening and playing junko’s voice lines over the course of the series to get a Feel for her and her preoccupation with makoto intrigued me. evan’s art of the two of them cosplaying as their rival ocs also tipped me in this direction. they’re just so sillayyyyy makoto wants to fix her and junko wants to make her worse and they kiss about it until they start slap-fighting. it’s deeply unserious to me and i love it

so in terms of pointy objects: this is of the more Open-ended things, and i’m thinking the next couple chapters will allow people to come to their own conclusions. i, personally, think it’s very funny and silly to imagine po!naejunko are very, VERY distant exes who still have some major tension. i also think joking about all of the big five being messy whores and passing makoto around like a blunt (<- creds to evan for this one) is SUPER funny. it is equally acceptable to me to 1) consider this canon thousands of years in the past or 2) ignore this entirely and think of them how you see them presented in the text of pointy objects itself. MUCH more can be said on this next time <3

which i DO ENCOURAGE (though do not pressure) ALWAYS AND FOREVER i am obsessed with this fic. these characters this lore the story Etc Etc. its my baby in the same (if not more intense) way that my first big hitter fic ‘jump’ is. and if given the chance i will talk about it forever so comments/asks/questions/theories about pointy objects always make my day i love people being invested in something i am really proud of and love very deeply

so cider SNIFFS!!!!! i’ve told u over and over how grateful i am for you and your support and your engagement and all around loveliness and you are not even the first person to bring up paying for pointy objects and it makes me WEEP EVERY TIME!!!!! I’VE BEEN SOOOOO NEGLIGENT OF COMMISSIONS I WANT TO SO BAD I’VE JUST BEEN BUSY AND KEPT PUTTING IT OFF 💔💔💔 i snuck this into my faq a little while ago but to Anyone interested commission-wise in the meantime while i get my shit together. dm me 😏 i do need to get commission info finalized and OUT it’s not even funny. inshallah it will happen eventually

[neonshrike]

⭐️ for some directors commentary on a section of your choosing from Soundbite?

So sorry this is late, but I wanted to do another round of this! I'm going to go with Hope's speech in the epilogue, because it's one of my favorite scenes and I think it just adds so much payoff to our main five.

“First of all, I would like to thank my mother, Janet van Dyne, without the knowledge they passed onto me, I would not be here today. To my father, Dr. Hank Pym, who truly started this company and whose research changed the world.” Hank and Janet stood up together as the audience applauded them. He smiled a little, knowing that his work and his legacy were in good hands. Janet looked at Hope with as much pride as possible, her daughter grew up to be a strong, intelligent, and selfless woman. 

After all of the years apart with Janet away, the Blip, and having to face losing everything because of Daniel, they finally get to be a family again and Hope gets to live her dream of carrying on their work. It's a pretty sweet moment for all of them, and kind of ties into what she's up to in Quantumania since I wanted to be (mostly) canon-compliant at the time of writing.

“And to my partner, Scott Lang, who inspires me every day to dream for a brighter future and to remember what is worth fighting for.” The applause grew as Scott stood up and waved, with many people in the audience knowing him better for his heroics and the part he played in the Blip. Hope took a small moment of silence, then looked back up into the audience.

One of my favorite couples in the MCU, they're just so supportive of each other and the whole relationship is just full of love and trust. Scott kind of enjoys a little time in the spotlight now that he's a full-blown Avenger, so he waves to the crowd. But of course, he still knows it's Hope's night.

“I would also like to mention that on this day, one year ago, the world was brought back to life thanks to the Avengers and the sacrifices of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, so tonight we honor them. Without them, none of this would be possible.” Lucille looked over at Bruce who kept his attention on Hope as he attempted to hide his injured arm and ignore the hundreds of stares he was receiving.  His eyes met hers for a moment, and she gave him a comforting smile, knowing that he was also the one to thank. Bruce looked back at her and smiled back. 

According to the timeline, Bruce is on his island helping Jen on October 17, but I wanted this moment to happen. If the films aren't going to acknowledge Natasha's sacrifice, then I will.

I made the (maybe canon?) decision for no one to know Bruce was the one to bring everyone back, it felt like it would be something he would do, stay away from the attention and give it to the friends he lost. He wouldn't like the status of being half the universe's resurrector.

Lucille is apart from him for her own reasons, but they're still close friends and she wants to look out for him. There's just a silent moment of knowing and comfort between them.

A moment of silence was given, and Hope continued on. Lucille could feel what was coming, and Kurt held her hand.  “There is a history to this space, and a lesson in the choices we can make with our strengths. Daniel Bergman built this foundation, LINK, as a means to seize power and use scientific innovation to hurt and control people. But there was someone brave enough to speak out against it.”

Kurt being there for her with that hand hold, a subtle way of telling her he's there to support her through this. They know each other so well. 🥺

There will be no requiem for Daniel Bergman, and his legacy is just all of the horrible things he did and the people he hurt. I thought it would be poetic to have LINK be rebuilt into the Pym van Dyne Foundation, and goes with Lucille when it comes to something bad being repurposed into good.

It became public knowledge soon after Daniel’s death that a former employee of LINK exposed his crimes, but there were no specifics and it eventually faded into mystery.  As hard as they tried, they couldn’t completely hide the truth, but it was enough to protect Lucille and give her the normal life she deserved after her ordeal. Or at least, something close to normal.

I struggled with the decision to keep Lucille's identity a secret or not, there were a lot of upsides and downsides. Ultimately, I decided to keep what she did hidden from the public for now, she's been through enough. It's a bit of a balance between her being able to forget and her life being changed forever.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at someone, making them cry, and indirectly making them loose their friends

This happened several years ago but it plays on my mind sometimes. Everyone in this story is 15/16 at the time, in our last year at secondary school, UK. (🏎️ for finding this)

Myself, my girlfriend at the time [F], my best friend [B], F's friend [D], and a few of our other mutual friends were hanging out at lunch break. There aren't enough chairs at the table so F and I leave to go get extra. I come back and nothing seems amis.

Adding in some context now. No one in this story is cishet. We were all painfully awkward queer teens who haven't figured ourselves out yet. So we were all bottom of the social ladder, very much 'losers'. Me and F were, to my knowledge, the only 'same sex' couple in school. So by this point I'm used to people constantly making remarks about our relationship, but that's usually from ppl I didn't know or care about.

D is the only person, at this point, at school who's openly trans and genderqueer. They got a lot of hate for it. A lot of people harassed them and they didn't have many friends. I think for transparency's sake I have to say, I didn't really like D, we just didn't jell, but I made an effort to be kind and include them bc it's hard being queer in secondary school and I'm not gonna add more hate to that when me not getting on with them was my issue not theirs. And as a fellow victim of bullying I wasn't gonna exclude them from our friend group

Back to the story. As soon as we're back in classes, B tells me that D leant over to them while me and F were gone and said that it's "so sad seeing A and [OP] together" because "I took F's first kiss" and "poor [OP]". I trusted B's word on this as at that point we'd been best friends for several years, they weren't a shit stirrer, and had no reason to lie. In fact, they were confused D even said that to them since they were barely friends and knew B was best friends with me and would tell me they said that.

Hearing this really annoyed me. While I knew F and D had dated in the past, that didn't and shouldn't have effected mine and F's relationship in any way. And they'd been broken up well before I knew either of them. It's none of D's business who F kisses, and it's a shitty idea that because they'd dated before their later relationship first didn't mean as much. It felt very much like a dick thing to think never mind say about me and F. Also, B was my best friend, who did D get off to shit talking me to my best friend?

Anyway. Usually at the end of the day, several of us walked home together, and this group included D. I get to the spot we usually wait first and when I see D I confront them. I ask them why they'd say that and if they've got a problem with me. They don't deny saying it or really explain themself at all, they just look guilty. At first I kept calm. I knew D was F's friend and I didn't want to put a wedge in their friendship because of any issue I had with D. But, I keep asking why they did that, and if they've got something against me. If they're gonna shit talk me yanno. Then D starts crying.

I know it probably shouldn't have but this made me really mad. So I start yelling at them, saying something along the lines of 'so you're going to be an asshole to me and then you're gonna start crying?' and 'you started this, why are you crying?'. They start saying something along the lines of 'I didn't mean it like that' so I ask how did you mean it? And that they knew it wasn't something fine to say, because they said it behind my back and not to my face.

By this point, other people are watching, some of which were our mutual friends. I keep demanding they explain themself or at least apologize to me, but instead they run off crying. I don't follow them. If they're going to remove themself from the situation then fine.

People start asking what the hell that was about and I explain briefly to the people I knew and told the people I didn't to mind their own business. Someone I don't know tells me Ds gone to the head of year and I tell them I don't care, let them, I didn't do anything wrong. (This later amounts to nothing as no teacher ever comes to speak to me about this, so I doubt D did go to the head of year at all)

Eventually the people who were curious about what happened leave. All of the group who walk home together show up, including F. I explain to F what happened and they're upset that D said that about me, but wasn't happy to hear that D left crying.

For the rest of the school year, D ends up avoiding me. Literally staying out of my way, moving if I even glanced over at them. I thought they were overreacting. I never threatened them, and they were the one who chose to be an asshole first. I felt they were making this much more than it needed to be by avoiding it all together. We barely had an argument before they left, but anyone would have thought I'd attacked them or something. But because I obviously was always around F, D didn't have anyone to hang out with anymore. F was their only real friend and their other sort of friends were in our friend group.

No one told them they couldn't hang out with us anymore. (I'm pretty sure because they started avoiding me, I never ended up speaking to them again.) I know they still spoke to F still, but it seemed like their friendship was heavily damaged by it all.

D later ended up dropping out and finishing the school year through home schooling. I believe this was in large part due to the harassment they got for being genderqueer openly. (I remember on several occasions standing up for D and telling people to stop being transphobic assholes behind Ds back after this argument happened. Just because we didn't get along doesn't mean was gonna let that shit slide.)

I feel like I could be the asshole because due to this whole situation, D stopped hanging around their friends and through that lost a lot of the support they had. And obviously, I did make them cry.

On the other hand, no one stopped them from hanging out with their friends. They chose to avoid me and the situation. A situation they started by being a dick to me with zero provoking. They never apologized or recanted what they said. It's hard to feel bad that they lost their friends because they were being a shitty friend

Luckily, from what I know from friends of friends, D is doing better now and is around ppl who support them

This got a lot longer than I wanted but I believe I got all the details in there.

So, wita?

What are these acronyms?