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bumblesimagines · 5 months

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seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Ivan

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Pronoun: they/them/theirs, gender neutral!reader

trying to clean my drafts so the next few starters are kinda old

"This isn't a good idea, Menci." You sighed into your glass of whiskey, watching the youngest Blanco scan the club for her... girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? Fling? You hardly knew what the two girls considered each other now but the longing looks, teasing, and Mencia's clinginess spoke volumes as to how they felt about each other. Mencia kept a hand on your bicep, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt in frustration from time to time. "I'm telling you, Menci, you need to-"

"There she is!" Mencia grinned widely, snatching the cup from your hand and swiftly drinking the contents. Her nose crinkled slightly and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her lipstick miraculously staying perfectly put. She set the cup down on the counter and slipped her hand down to your wrist, practically dragging you off the barstool and toward an area on the dancefloor where Rebeka could easily spot her in your embrace.

"Doesn't Rebe box in her free time? I don't want a black eye-"

"You'll be fine," Mencia assured you, setting her hands on your neck and glancing back in Rebeka's direction. Her smile widening informed you the girl in question had likely noticed you and Mencia, and you sighed internally, wondering how you'd let Mencia wrangle you into helping her make Rebeka jealous. It was childish and impulsive, but things always were when Mencia was involved. You pursed your lips at the girl and she clicked her tongue, giggling softly as she planted a kiss on your cheek. "If anything happens-"

"Mencia."

"If anything happens, I'll tell her it was my idea. Nothing's going to happen to you, okay? I promise." Mencia bit the tip of her tongue, more giggles leaving her. An unamused huff escaped you, the buzz of everything you'd drank throughout the night finally beginning to take effect. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking in the glittery eye makeup she'd chosen for the night. It wouldn't be the first time you'd made out with Mencia, hell, it likely wouldn't be the last either. So, with one last sigh, you nodded.

"Fine. But if I end up in the hospital because of you, you'll owe me." You murmured, pressing your forehead against hers and feeling her body shake with airy laughter. Mencia made a hum of acknowledgment and placed her hand over your cheek, pressing her lips against yours. She tasted of cold whiskey and bad ideas. You slipped your arms snugly around her waist and felt her nails lightly scrape the back of your head.

"Babes!" The voice in your ear startled you into pulling away, your head turning to look at Isadora and Ivan. The platinum blonde stared at you with slightly widened, annoyed eyes, her shiny lips slightly curling. Ivan's gaze flickered between you and Mencia, his fingers curling and uncurling before he broke away from Isadora and made his way through the crowd toward the bathrooms. Isadora turned toward you with a scowl, snapping her fingers in your face. "What are you waiting for? Go after him!"

"Why-"

"Go!"

"Alright, alright," You pulled away completely from an equally puzzled Mencia, weaving through the groups of dancing club-goers until you reached the bathroom, spotting Ivan slipping into a stall and closing it in Patrick's face. The sight would've amused you if it weren't for how distressed Ivan had appeared. Patrick craned his neck to look at you over his shoulder, a scowl appearing on his face at the sight of you.

"What'd you do to him?" He asked accusingly, turning around to face you and pressing his back against the stall door. One might've viewed it as a protective stance, a friend wanting to keep another safe, but you knew Patrick's 'overprotectiveness' was only due to his painfully one-sided feelings toward the boy in the stall. You might've found it pitiful if you hadn't hated the guy's guts since he ruined your best friend's relationship by inserting himself into it shamelessly. Patrick had been indifferent toward your distaste until Ivan stepped foot on campus and seemed more keen on being your friend over his. Watching his face fall each time Ivan brushed him off was a hit better than any drug.

"Bite me." You snapped at him.

"Hey," Ivan sniffled. "Don't fight. I... I want to talk to (Y/N), Patrick."

"But-"

"You heard him." You smirked and Patrick's jaw clenched, his shoulder roughly colliding with yours as he stormed by you. You rolled your eyes at his retreating form, one hand rubbing your shoulder and the other reaching for the stall door. You tugged it open just enough for you to slip inside before closing it behind you and facing the sun-kissed boy.

"Hey." Ivan greeted weakly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling at him. He cleared his throat, uncharacteristically timidly fiddling with his fingers. If you'd learned anything about Ivan Carvalho in the few months you'd known him, it was that he was anything but timid. He was confident, cocky, yet overall a sweet guy.

"What's wrong, Ivan? What happened?" You asked him softly, taking slow steps toward him until you stood in front of him and gently took his hands into yours. Ivan chuckled softly, his fingers curling around yours. He inhaled deeply and tilted his head up to look at you, his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed thickly. Your brows furrowed at his nervous demeanor. "Are you oka-"

"I think I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth, forcing you into stunned silence as your ever-growing tipsy state rendered your brain into a confused mush. Ivan laughed forcibly, his gaze flickering away nervously. "I... I've liked you since I first saw you in class. I- I thought you knew. I thought you knew and- I... seeing you with Mencia... it made me so mad. I can't explain the feeling. It hurt. I guess this is how Patrick feels like, huh? Must be karma."

"Ivan-"

"Can I kiss you? I... I just want to know what it feels like."

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darkmajesty-xo · 2 years

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the spark between us pt.1

18+ MDNI| himbo!kaminari , cherrychaser!shinsou, nerdy!reader

this was an absolute disaster.

out of all the students in your soc theory class, the professor had paired you with none other than denki fucking kaminari.

why is this such a big deal ?

for starters, he’s an idiot. there isn’t an intelligent thought going on in that pretty blonde head. the only reason he was even enrolled at Yuuei University was athletics. he was set to go pro but the league required at least three years of college before an athlete could be drafted. school was literally a placeholder for him until he was able to do what he really wanted.

secondly, it would be extremely difficult to be partnered with this beautiful idiot because you had the hugest crush on him.

what’s not to like about kaminari ? he’s handsome, funny and charismatic—undeniably one of the most popular guys in school. a super bubbly, “life of the party, attitude that was the complete opposite of your shy, reserved nature.

he was also taken, so that ruined your chances of anything happening if you were even his type to begin with. as far as you knew, he’d never spared you a second glance. so, why was he walking over to your lunch table with his boyfriend in tow.

you knew shinsou a little better than kaminari—he was the son of your favorite professor and you had a couple classes together. on a few occasions he’d lean over to ask for the date or a spare pencil. and it definitely made your heart race when he’d whisper “thanks, kitty” , referring to your favorite headband, and wink before turning around.

okay, so maybe you had a crush on both of them but that made things even more difficult!

“hey, yn!” kaminari shouted as he approached.

god, he was so loud. half the cafe turned to look in your direction. you sunk in your seat silently praying that the ground would swallow you hole.

“helloooo— earth to yn. anybody home?”

he was getting closer and there was absolutely no way out of this, so you gave a small wave as he slid into the booth across from you. shinsou opted to sit next to you, throwing his long arm behind your head.

“hey, kitty. funny meeting you here” he smirked lazily, reaching into your lunch tray to pop one of the fries in his mouth.

“h-hi shinsou. hi k-kaminari” you replied, looking down at your fingernails. eye contact wasn’t your strong suit and it was especially intimidating with the two of them.

kaminari didn’t seem to notice. “no need to be so formal—all my friends call me kami or denki!”

“we’re not friends…” you mutter, sparing a glance at the blonde while chewing at your fingertips. seeing his pout made you immediately regret your words.

“ouch, sparky. sucks to be you” shinsou teases, taking another fry to throw at his boyfriend.

“dick” kaminari scoffs, before glancing back at you. there was the briefest moment that his honey brown eyes met your own before snapping back down. interesting, he thought to himself. “well, we may not be friends yet but i promise to win you over if you give me a chance ! whaddya say partner?”

he extends his hand for you to shake. they’re pale and pretty. with long veins popping out of the flesh and black painted fingernails. your mind flashes to thoughts of them caressing your body—would they be soft and smooth or rough and calloused ?

you knawed at your lip in contemplation. it wouldn’t hurt to try and be friends— you did have to work together anyway. and it would be nice to have someone to talk to outside of schoolwork. if you could manage to string together more than two sentences.

you dare glance up at his honey brown orbs for the briefest of moments before settling on his pouty lips.

“ohkay, k-kami” his lips curl into a smile as you extend your hand to meet his. static electricity courses through your fingertips causing you to yelp and pull back.

“looks like you two have chemistry” shinsou purrs, lazily fingering the tip of your cat eared headband.

kaminari looks at his boyfriend incredulously.

“no bro, i told you we have sociology!”

you and shinsou groan in unison. “whaaaat?” kaminari whines making you giggle. shinsou squeezes your shoulder and smirks down at you and heat immediately floods your face.

this is going to be a long semester.

#shinkami #shinkami x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou fluff #shinsou smut #shinsou x black!reader #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #mha kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari x black reader #kaminari smut #kaminari fluff #mha shinsou

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ghostingcrows · 1 year

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Okay because generally I’ve been seeing a lot of fighting a weirdness I wanted to talk about this for a second

Hobie Brown is not an adult

Please stop being weird about him!!

More explanations under the cut

I’ve been complaining about this a lot and for people that don’t understand this situation essentially in an interview one of the directors said that an early concept of Hobie design was that he was supposed to be like the cooler older kid and as the example used for this he stated the ages 19/20

Because of this many people took it as still being canon which has led to a large bit of debate in the community between people about his age

The people who have taken this reference to the early concept as canon have started bashing people who ship Hobie with others in the group (mainly Miles and Pav which is important and which I will come back to later) as well as used this as an excuse to sexualize Hobie because hes an adult

A barely legal one which even if this was true is its own separate issue

However the issue with this specific take is that its wrong

For a variety of reasons

1) For starters people say that since the director said he was 19/20 it must be true however another director/creator of the film has stated that Hobies age is up for interpretation meaning he doesn’t have a specific set age

However, it is very clear based off of everything else that Hobie was still meant to be in the teenager range in terms of age

For starters the actual movie

Throughout the first half of the movie Hobie is referred to a couple times by both Gwen and Pav and later Miles

Every time he is talked about in this context it is always with the undertoned implication of him and Gwen supposedly having a romantic relationship with both Pav and Gwen treating it as a sort of thing that could potentially cause friction or other issues in regards to Miles and Gwens relationship

If Hobie really were 19/20 this would be, cannot stress this enough, incredibly weird and creepy on the writers part

Unlike Hobie Gwen does have a confirmed age and she IS a minor and the movie imply that she had a relationship with Hobie whether she actual did or not and treating it as a joke would be weird and out of place if he was an adult

Not to mention that a lot of people referred to Gwen, Hobie and Miles dynamic as a love triangle which again weird and gross and uncalled for if Hobie was an adult

2) The art books both in the english and Japanese translation refer to Hobie in a way that either implies hes a kid or outright uses terms that mean hes a child

In the English translation of the book Hobie is referred to as the cool slightly older boy the girls want to date

Meanwhile the Japanese translation literally spells it out

3) I’ve heard a variety of different deflect in regards to all the above mentioned stuff

“Hobie doesn’t look like a kid” people age differently. I’ve met kids in high school who were the same age as or younger than me with full ass beards and mustaches as well as people who are well into there 20 who look like they’re still 15 he simply just has a structured face

“He was bit at 16 in the comics and said he was spider-man for 3 years in the movie” We aren’t in the comics universe though and in this iteration Miles was bit at like 13 and Gwen at like 14 meaning that in actuality the kids are usually bitten really damn early and the actual facts are that we don’t know how old he was when he was bitten and since we very clearly aren’t in the comic universe as these movies are significantly different from the comics you can’t just go off of that

“Just because it was a concept doesn’t mean it was changed it could still have been kept” While it is true that yes sometimes things from first draft concepts are kept a lot of times they aren’t such as Hobies best friend Pavitr who was supposed to be 13 in his concept but very clearly isn’t in the movie (I don’t actually have solid evidence for that claim I just think it would be weird that they make comments about Pavs body and show him shirtless if he was still 13 in the final-) both Pav and Hobie had a shit ton of changes done to them alongside basically all of the main 4 (Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles), except for maybe Miles but he was already an established character, so using his concept as hard and fast evidence when he very clearly was changed a lot and everything else points toward him being a kid just doesn’t work

“He mentions going to a pub so he has to be at least 21” first Hobie is British and the legal age in Britain is 18 also you don’t have to be of legal drinking age to go into a pub you just have to be old enough to actual order drinks which doesn’t even account for the fact that this is also Hobie we’re talking about who would not give the slightest fucks about the legal drinking age “But they show him with a beer in his montage and they wouldn’t encourage that in an underage character” Hobies montage is so fast paced and colorful that I genuinely don’t even know if thats true because you can barely comprehend the stuff that happens in that scene the first time you see it and not to mention that he also flips off the cops in that montage so I don’t really think they were too concerned about encouraging certain behaviors or not since half of Hobies speech in that scene was about overthrowing governments saying ACAB

So in conclusion

Hobie doesn’t have a confirmed age but based off off all the information we are given he is probably actually closer to 16/17 as his age

Now as a side tangent something else I want to address is the inherent homophobia and racism undertones that came with the initial spreading of his false age

Because when people initially heard that age they’re first instinct wasn’t to jump at the actual movie for imply a ship with Hobie and Gwen or even on the people make jokes about but was instead to jump on the people shipping Hobie with Pav and Miles

Both other male characters who are also characters of color

Odd that the first though was the (honestly at that time) relatively new and unpopular gay poc ships (Yes I know the ships are more popular now they had BARELY any content at the time of the interview)

Like genuinely the absolute giddy JOY I saw some people have at the idea that people who were minding their own business would have had a ship they liked ruined for them was insane and still is to me

#Imma be honest I'm fairly confident that age estimate is right and its gonna be really awkward if the next movie fucks me by saying hes old #spider-man across the spider-verse #ATSV #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #gwen stacy #punkflower #chaipunk #this debate gives me a headache and I hate it

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Sweet boy (Daniel Ricciardo)

You fell in love with Daniel during the most difficult time of your life. Angst to Fluff.

Note: the flu kicked my ass and made me all soft, so here we have a step-dad Dan shot that had been half written on my drafts since August.

Warning: giving birth (c-section)

You knocked the door and it opened instantly.

"Hey sweet..."

"He's gone. His things are gone. I... I've lost him"

You broke down in tears.

"Oh fuck, come here."

Daniel wrapped his arms around you and pulled you inside his apartment. He was so delicate and careful, helping you sit with him on his big sofa. Then, he gave you some paper to dry your tears and hugged you close.

You cried for so long, hugging your belly and hiding on Daniel's neck. He simply stayed there, keeping you close, warm and comfortable, soothing you went your sobs didn't let you breath and slowly bringing you back.

By when your sobs stopped, you already had a headache. You felt defeated, betrayed, lost... All the possible things. Your heart felt heavy.

"YN?"

You looked up at him. He smiled softly and brushed one tear that was falling.

"Do you want some water, babe?"

You nodded.

"Okay, stay here. I'll be back."

He disappeared for a second and came back with water and a smile.

"Okay, sweetheart. Do you want to explain what happened?"

With all the strenght you had left, you pulled the note. Daniel took it and even though he could already imagine what was going on, watching it written in such a cold way, made him angry and desperate to punch a hole somewhere. Jeff's face, for example.

Sorry, I need to leave.

This became too much. I don't want that baby.

Daniel left the note on the table and opened his arms again for you. You hid on his chest and he caressed your back.

"Is there something I can do?" He whispered.

"Just hold me." You said weakly.

Daniel was your best friend, the one that had always been with you, so he was the one you looked for when you found out that your long time boyfriend had left you pregnant with his child. A child you already loved so much and were so excited to have.

Danny held you for the longest time, letting you cry it all out until your tired body gave up. You had fallen asleep on his chest. But he needed to breathe. He gently laid you down on the sofa, on your side because you always told him about how the belly was starting to bother you and it was the best position. He then covered you with his blanket and kissed your head. He took his phone and went outside.

Calling Michael was the best idea.

"Hey, man."

"Hey... Um... Something happened"

"What happened?"

"YN"

"Fuck. Is she okay? The baby..."

"The baby is fine. She... Well. Jeff left. Picked his stuff, wrote a note and left. Like the fucking coward he is"

Daniel knew that the silence from the other side of the line meant that Michael was just as angry as he was.

"She is there, right?"

"She is. She has been crying for an hour or so, mate. She is broken"

"Fucking shit." Michael groaned. "You need to be there for her, Dan. It's you."

"I know. I just don't know what to do... You know how things..."

"Yeah, I know. But she needs you."

Daniel brushed his hair out of his forehead. You were way too special for him and he didn't know how to manage all of this.

"Daniel, cook dinner for her. She is pregnant. She needs food. Give her some clothes and let her stay."

"Yeah, yeah. I will"

"take care of her"

"Of course, mate"

When Daniel came back to the living room, you were awake. You had a hand on your belly and your eyes were lost.

"Babe?"

You looked up at him.

"I thought you would sleep for long"

"This little guy keeps kicking me." You whispered. You had just starter to feel the baby kicking, but he was already strong.

Daniel walked closer.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Cheese?"

"A sandwich?"

"Two?"

Daniel chuckled.

"Fine. One for you and another for the little guy."

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen. You didn't want to be alone. You had come to him because he was the only one you had in here. You family lived somewhere else, you friends were busy with their life's and families. Daniel was the only one you knew that would drop everything only to hold you.

"Sweetheart. You can go and get something comfy" He said. You were still wearing the dress you had gone to work with. And it was uncomfortable.

"Do you have pregnancy clothes?"

"No, but I have hoodies big enough to fit the sweet boy and you"

"Sweet boy?" You touched your belly.

"Yeah. Just as sweet as mum"

You knew he was just trying to cheer you, but your cheeks got warm. You changed into his clothes and when you came back he had the dinner ready. You chose to sit the closest to him. You needed him now, your best friend. He caressed your cheek and leaned to kiss your forehead. He was always soft and caring with you, he told everyone you were his sweet spot.

You could remember perfectly the moment you told him you were pregnant. How he got up and hugged you, then kissed your cheeks a thousand times and told you how happy he was. You cried happy tears with him and then he even hugged Jeff. Daniel loved kids. He loved his sister's, Natalie's... Every time a friend told him they would have a kid, he would get fully invested on it.

"No tears on the table, sweetheart" He said softly.

You cleaned it and smiled.

"Do you remember when I told you?" You said touching your round 5 months belly through his Enchante hoodie.

"I remember" He smiled.

"You were so happy"

Baby Leo moved in you and you smiled through the tears. Without asking, you took Danny's hand and pressed it to the side of your belly.

"Oh hi" Daniel said when he felt the first kick. "Are you alright in there? Mum is treating you right, huh?"

"He loves cheese" You told Danny.

"Oh, does he? How do you know?"

"Wait and see"

You took a bite from your sandwich and soon Leo was moving again.

"Oh!" Daniel chuckled and caressed your belly softly. "Don't hurt mum, buddy."

"Leo"

"Leo?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Jeff wanted Gerard. But... It suppose it doesn't matter anymore."

He sighed.

"YN... We will solve this. We will try. You can stay here for as long as you want. I'll help you. I promise."

........................

The first week passed without news from Jeff. He was truly gone. He didn't replied to your messages nor your calls. Nothing. He had completely disappeared. Gladly, you had Danny. He had opened his house for you and Leo. He wasn't born yet, but he was giving you a hard pregnancy, so Danny had a lot to deal with.

"Sweetheart? I'm gonna head out for a run. Do you mind staying..."

"Dan. I'm fine."

"Just call me if you need to."

"I know"

"Love you!" He shouted before leaving.

What you didn't know is that Danny had gone out for a run. Instead, he sat on a bench in the nearest park and took his phone. With some help, he had found Jeff's new phone number. He couldn't stand your cries at night. He couldn't sleep while you were crying on the next room. He was so tired of hearing you telling your baby that you were sorry. He hated that you felt it was your fault.

Daniel waited. He called three times actually.

"You better pick this time, son of a..."

"Jeff here."

"Jeff"

Daniel had to breath deeply.

"Where the fuck are you, mate?"

"Daniel? It's you?"

"Yeah, mate. It's Daniel."

"How have you..."

"It doesn't matter. Where are you? YN is in my sofa, crying her eyes out and probably going into some not so healthy state for a pregnant woman."

"Danny..."

"Don't Danny me. You can't call me Danny if you abandon my best friend and her kid"

"I can't do it, Daniel! I'm too young for..."

"Too young? Mate, your are not a kid anymore"

"I can't have a kid! I don't love her! I can't be there with her and fake I want it because I'm hurting her that way!"

Daniel felt his blood boil. Jeff had the best woman in the world, the most pure person who ever stepped on the earth. And he didn't love you.

"What we had was fun. Good sex, mate. But that baby was an accident"

"Fuck, Jeff. And why didn't you tell her? You have been dating her for two fucking years! She brought you on Christmas to our families ' celebration! She loves that kid!"

"Well, Daniel! I don't! I won't have a miserable life only because you don't want your best friend hurt"

"You know what? Fuck you. I wish she had left you long ago. When I fucking told her you were no good"

"All yours, mate. All yours. Hope you get a good fuck out of her. That's what you always wanted, right? Have fun raising my kid"

Daniel almost throws the phone against the pavement. He was hating every single second of this. Leo should be his. You should be his girlfriend. He should have grown the balls years ago. You wouldn't be so hurt if he had.

.....................

Time went by and you went back to your apartment. It was weird to be alone in there, but you told yourself that you would get used to, that Leo would arrive soon. Only a month and a half.

Luckily, you lived close to Dan, who hadn't left your side. He went to the doctor with you, he took you to the supermarket, helped cleaning the house, called Michael and Blake and built the room for Leo with his friends... He did all of that but didn't tell you about his call with Jeff.

Daniel felt you didn't need more pain. You didn't need to know that the idiot didn't love you, that he had played with you and then broke your heart in the worst possible way.

And there you were, with his family and friends on this nice restaurant celebrating his birthday. It had been your idea, you wanted to thank him for everything he was doing for you, so you called Michael and made it possible.

"Happy birthday, Uncle Dan!" The kids shouted when you finished singing.

"Thank you very very much" He kissed both kid's cheeks and they helped him blowing the candles.

On your chest, you could feel something funny. It had you blushing and touching your belly. Leo was happy that day, probably your happiness was contagious. But why did you felt like this?

It had been happening for a couple of weeks. With every kiss in your cheek followed by a belly rub and a hi, sweet boy, you heart would beat fast and your cheeks would get warm. You wanted to think that it was all the hormones. They would be gone once you gave birth and this stupid little crush would to. You would have to focus on Leo and raising him alone.

"Hey" You were happily sipping on your lemonade, sitting on a comfy chair because your feet had given up a long ago, when you felt a touch in your shoulder.

You looked to your right, finding big blue eyes and golden locks.

"Hey, Isaac"

Behind the boy, Daniel watched with a smile.

"Uncle Dan says your baby moves in your belly. Like Isabella did."

"Yes. Leo moves a lot."

Isaac smiled and Danny touched his hair.

"He wants to feel it. He loved to feel Isabella"

"Oh, fine. Come here. He loves lemonade, you'll see"

Isaac put his hand where you told him and you sip some lemonade. Soon Leo was happily kicking. The kids eyes opened so big and he smiled.

"Hi Leo." Isaac said sweetly. "I will ask Uncle Dan to bring you to Australia so you can see kangaroos. There are not many kangaroos in here"

You chuckled and touched Isaac's hair.

Daniel was a bit lost on his thoughts. Since this mess begun, he kept asking himself what if?. What if Leo was his? What if you were with him, happily waiting for your son to be born? What if he could wake up next to you? What if Isaac could call Leo his cousin?

"Are you okay?" You whispered.

He blinked fast. He hadn't even noticed Isaac had run to hid mum to tell her he had felt the baby.

"Yeah. Michael told me you are who organized all of this" He took your hand.

You smiled and he kissed your knuckles.

"I think you deserve it. You had taken a lot of care of us and... Yeah. You deserve it."

Daniel almost faints when you put his hand on your belly at the same time you said us. He loved you and your baby more than nothing in this world.

"Thank you very much, really"

He kissed your cheek and Leo kicked hard.

You giggled.

"I think he liked that"

"Yeah? Baby Leo likes when mum gets some love?"

You laughed hard and he kissed your cheek again.

"That sounds so weird" You said. But again, Leo kicked. "Oh. Do it again.

Daniel laughed and kissed your cheek again. He did it a thousand times more.

Everyone was watching you two from afar. It was obvious, how you two were so madly in love. They of course knew the baby it wasn't Dan's, but the image in front of them was the image of a little family. Of two childhood friends waiting for their kid to come.

"He loves you" You whispered while looking into Daniel's eyes.

He swallowed. He loved the kid too.

"Well, I do too..." He awkwardly said. He looked down at his hand on your belly. If he confessed then... No, Dan. In less than a month she will give birth. She doesn't need you or your feelings like this.

....................................

He thought everything was fine. You had asked him to keep his phone close because in case of giving birth, he was the only one to pick you and take you to the hospital.But then you knocked on his house and he saw your angry face.

"Why didn't you told me?" You said out of breath.

"W-what?"

"Jeff called. He asked if the baby was born. Then he told me about your little conversation months ago"

Daniel felt his whole world crumble.

You were so angry, felt so betrayed. How could he hide something like that?

"YN... Listen... I'm..."

'Don't say you are sorry" You said with tears on your eyes.

It broke his heart.

"I just wanted to protect you"

"You talked to him while I was trying to find him. You had his phone number and never told me. You left me go through all of that, thinking about if he was okay or not, where he was... And you said nothing"

Daniel's head fall to the front. He was so ashamed. He had never regreted something so much on his life.

You wanted to stay strong. To not fall for the tears on his face.

"What happened? Why did he left? He told me to ask you."

Daniel looked at you. He couldn't break your heart like that. He couldn't tell you.

"Daniel. You better tell me"

He saw your hand on your belly. You were trying to calm down.

"He didn't love you. Or Leo. He didn't love any of you. He never did. He was a fucking coward and he left instead of dealing with it. I didn't tell you because I wanted to protect you."

You looked away for a second. You imagined Jeff had left because something like this. But hear it was even worst.

"I don't need you to protect me"

You knew those words hurt. You regret saying them the moment you left his apartment. Without Daniel, you would have been lost.

What you didn't expect was Leo to want to arrive that night. You woke up with intense pain and a wet bed, scared and alone. The only one you thought of calling was him.

It was 4 am when the phone rang. He saw your name on the screen and picked it. It knew what it meant.

"Give me five minutes."

He was there soon.

"It hurts so bad" You whimpered. He kissed your forehead and helped you to walk to your car. The previous heartbreak was long forgotten for him he would always protect you no matter what.

"It's fine. Just breathe with me okay?"

Daniel thanked his best driver skills. Without them he wouldn't have been able to drive you one handed and probably too fast to the hospital. He went over limits, but he didn't care about the fin he could get. He only cared about you and you were in way too much pain.

On the hospital, they separated you. Daniel wasn't the dad after all.

He stayed on the emergency room, pathing around and making everyone nervous. Michael and Blake came when he told them. He was a mess. The medical stuff didn't tol him anything.

Meanwhile, they kept talking in whispers around you. She isn't ready. The baby has low oxygen levels. It's taking too long. And you felt so scared and alone. You needed him.

"We will perform a c-section. Natural labor..." You stopped hearing anything.

"Please...bring him."

"Who? We can't have anyone non related here."

"He is my boyfriend" You lied. "His name is agh... Daniel... Daniel Ricciardo"

When a nurse called his name from the corridor, Daniel feared the worst.

"We will preform a c-section. It's the safest for YN and the baby. He needs to be out soon"

Daniel could only nod while they dressed him.

He saw you crying and laying, looking up at the ceiling while they worked on bringing your baby to the world.

"I'm here" He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you" Was all you could say.

He stayed there next to you, cleaning your tears and whispering calming things in your ear. He was terrified but he did his best to no show you.

And suddenly, you both could hear a cry. You opened your eyes. Daniel was looking over the curtain that stopped you from seing the doctor's work.

"D-Dan" You called for him while pulling his hand.

"He is here, sweetheart. You already have Leo here." He said kissing your forehead. It took only a couple of minutes to have him on your chest while they finished the surgery. Your were crying and looking at your big eyed boy, who was crying but had grabbed your finger carefully.

Daniel was there, falling even more in love with you and Leo. You looked so happy. You already had your sweet boy in your arms. Daniel kissed your head.

"He is beautiful, YN. I'm so happy for you"

You looked up.

"I'm so sorry" You whispered. High on hormones and emotions, you felt you had to do it then. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I need you a lot. I couldn't be here without you"

He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"Don't be. And don't think about that now, you just had a son"

Michael and Blake there the first in the room. They brought flowers and a baby proof teddy bear. Then you finally got some alone time after they brought Leo. He was peacefully sleeping on the crib. Daniel was sitting on the chair, looking at the baby and lost on his thoughts. He looked perfect. Then Leo cried and he looked at you in panic.

"I think he may be hungry" You said. "Can you..."

"Do you want me to... Pass him to you?" He got all nervous.

"Please. I can't get up"

"Of course. Yeah. Just..."

You felt his nerves and saw the fear on his eyes.

"You won't hurt him, Dan. It's fine"

He nodded.

When he picked Leo from the crib and lifted him to his eye level, a small smile appeared on his face. You felt how all those feelings made sense, you understood what they were then. A tear fell down your cheek when he cuddled Leo on his chest.

"Hey sweet boy. Nice to meet you" He whispered and kissed his head.

You cleaned your tear and the movement called his attention.

"Sorry, I um... I got carried away..."

"No. Don't be. It's... You are cute. He looks so small in you"

You son fitted so perfectly on his arms. You were so in love with both of them. You could shout it out loud.

"He is tiny. And cute. And so cuddly." Daniel whispered. "Just tell me if I'm overstepping"

"You are not." You answered fast.

Leo cried again and Daniel passed him to you. Then he turned around. He wanted to give you some privacy. Halfway, you caughed him peaking, which made him turn around blushing but with the image of you looking perfect while feeding your son on his mind.

"You can come here. I think I want to talk to you."

"We don't have to"

"I didn't meant what I said. I clearly need you. I need you all the time." You said.

He looked at you and sighed.

"I hated seeing you crying on my sofa. I didn't told you because I was scared things went worse."

He sat next to you and you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for being with me through all this mess"

"I would do it again" He said looking down at Leo. You had his little hands in yours. Daniel thought about how good a ring would look on it. "I hope I don't have to. But yeah. I would do it anyway."

You closed your eyes. Maybe it wasn't the moment, but soon you would tell him.

.............

You had to spend four days in the hospital and for Daniel, they were perfect. He had already bonded so much with Leo. And with you... He was madly in love with you. You were so perfect. You were the perfect mum for Leo and he was so proud of you.

Now, he was getting your stuff back in your apartment and he felt sour. He would miss the two of you so bad. He had gotten used to spend night and day. He would even miss waking up to Leo crying at 3 am, he would miss the way you sang to him until the baby (and him a couple of times) went back to sleep.

Daniel closed the door and looked at you. You were dressed on comfy clothes and had Leo on your arms, you were showing him the house. Everything that could remind of Jeff was long gone. Now it was the two of you.

"This is Dan and Mum on Sydney. We went there when we were 14. And... This is at Dan's farm. You will love it. This elephant was a gift from uncle Blake. And this is also from Dan. It smells funny because it's from the podium in Monaco."

Daniel felt overwhelmed. The walls felt to tight. And there was something on his head. Something the nurse had said.

"YN"

You turned to him.

"Yes. Already leaving?" You felt sad. You weren't ready to be alone. You didn't want to. You wanted to do this by his side. You wanted what you had on the hospital. You wanted Dan to be Leo's dad.

"Um. Do you want me to?"

"I was thinking that maybe you could stay for a bit more. And... I fancy a cheese sandwich" You said blushing. It was only a excuse to have him here for longer, although you knew you were being selfish.

"Well, I don't believe that baby Leo is hungry anymore" He said peaking over Leovs blanket. "You really have the cutest son" I wish he was mine too.

"Stay? For diner at least? If my puppy eyes don't work I can quickly teach Leo my technique"

"They work, YN. They work"

Dan kissed your forehead.

Soon you were having dinner. It felt so good to share this moment with you. You had some soft music on the background, your hair messily pulled back. You big hoodie was open and you were feeding Leo. In your free hand, you had the sandwich. Daniel was telling you some stupid stories about his trips with his friends and you were laughing so happy. You hadn't even though about Jeff once. Not even after giving birth. He was gone for you.

Then, Leo finished and you fixed your clothes.

"Can you take the air out of him? Just make him burp"

"H-how?"

You got up and passed him the baby. Gently, you laid him on his shoulder and Leo looked away. He crunched his nose and you giggled.

"I think the beard bothers him"

"I can shave" He quickly suggested.

You smiled. He was so cute. The best dad.

"It's fine."

"I want to give him raspberries."

"Shave then" You giggled. "You have to pat him here. Softly. I need to go really quick to the toilet."

You left him there. You needed to breath. Motherhood was hard, the moment you crossed the door, it became 100% real. That you wanted Dan to do this with you became even more real.

Daniel was left alone in the kitchen with Leo. Alone with him for the first time. He didn't felt nervous or scared. He patted him until the sweet boy burped.

"Well done, buddy." He whispered. Seeing you weren't coming, he decided to lay Leo on his forearm so he could get a better look. "Well, little man. You look so much like mum. It's insane. Look at this little apple cheeks. You are the cutest, right? You have mum's nose and hair. What a handsome boy" He caressed Leo's cheek, who was following the voice with his eyes. "You are so lucky, Leo. You have the best mum. You really do. She is so amazing. The nicest girl I've ever known. And I've known her for so long. I hope you give her a good life. Don't give her hard times buddy or we will need to have a talk, okay?" He felt silly when Leo didn't answer." I just love her so much. I want her to be happy"

Then he heard the toilet and decided to shit up. You came back fresh and with a tiny smile. You walked closed and peaked over Danny's shoulder.

"Hey cutie"

"Hello" Daniel answered making you laugh.

"I was talking to my son"

"Oh, my mistake."

Both yof you laughed.

"Take him, YN. I will clean this"

"Can you stay and watch a film?"

Danny looked at you. Didn't you want him to leave?

"Of course"

You waited for him on the sofa, cuddling Leo and singing softly on his ear. Daniel was gaining courage meanwhile.

"Sweetheart"

You looked at him when he sat next to you.

"A nurse told me something and I was hoping you could explain"

You nodded thinking it would be about the baby.

"She said I was your boyfriend"

You gasped.

"S-sorry. I told them so you could come to the labor room with me. Sorry. I-I didn't thought... Sorry, Danny"

He giggled.

"It's fine"

"Is it?"

He got comfortable next to you and touched Leo's back.

"It is. She asked and I was like: am I? She hasn't told me yet."

You giggled nervously. After that you fell in a long silence. Both of you were deep in thoughts. You were the first to speak.

"Can you stay with us tonight? I don't want to be alone"

He looked at you.

"You are not"

"I know. It's just..." there you go, tell him. "I don't want to raise him alone."

Daniel felt a big weight setting on his chest. He hated Jeff for this.

"Babe..."

"I want to do this with you" And with that, you started sobbing.

Daniel felt shocked for long seconds, then, he wrapped his arms around you and Leo.

"Do you mean it?" He whispered out of breath. If you meant it, you would make him the happiest man alive.

"I do. I don't want you to go and leave us here. Not after these days with us. I want you to be Leo's dad"

Daniel felt a tear falling don his cheek. He quickly cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You moaned surprised but kissed back, lifting one of your hands from Leo and grabbing his neck.

"Please" You begged looking at him in the eyes. "Stay with us. You are meant to be here with us"

Daniel nodded. He knew. This was supposed to be his family. He didn't care if Leo had other dude's DNA, he didn't care if he had lost all the pregnancy experiences as a dad, he didn't care about all of that because you were asking him to stay for the rest.

"I'll stay. I will always stay"

You smiled and kissed him again, deeply and savoring every second of it.

A little noise from Leo made you pull apart. He was looking at you and groaning softly.

"Hey. You don't like when I kiss mum. Is that, sweet boy?"

Daniel kissed your cheeks and Leo whimpered.

"You used to love it when you were on the belly"

You giggled in pure happiness. Then he leaned to kiss Leo and the boy started crying.

"Oh no. Did I scared you?"

You took a better look, finding a small red patch on the kid's cheek.

"The beard, Dan. The beard" You said laughing.

"I will get rid of if tomorrow. I promise, baby" He said caressing the red patch.

You both lulled Leo back to sleep with soft touches and your now more than usual singin.

Daniel stayed that night. He kept his hand on Leo when he slept. He was there during the first bath, showing him how to splash water even though he was too young. He was there when he started teething, when he walked his first steps, when he mumbled mum for the first time.

You both set boundaries. He didn't moved in just yet. It was slow, the change was big. But he made everything so easy. You agreed that he would be Dan for Leo. Not dad. Not yet. Not when everything was so new. You both did it to protect the baby from getting hurt.

He took you to Australia and the kids fell in love with their baby cousin. Isaac and Danny took him to see the kangaroos and Isabelle gathered some of the toys she didn't use anymore. His parents loved the kid as their own for the first minute. Daniel didn't even had to explain. When he called, they knew.

It was Leo's first father day and although he had been avoiding the topic, you had seen how it was somehow affecting Dan. He wasn't Dad after all. You hadn't talked about this. You didn't even thought about it until the date got close.

Danny was raising Leo as his own kid. He told everyone he was his son. Still, you could see how there was something missing for him. It was mum and Dan, not mum and dad, and even though he insisted it was okay and it was the best for Leo, you could see how his brown eyes showed the lied behind them.

So you carefully woke Leo that morning.

"Shh. No noise, okay? No noise or we will wake Dad up."

It felt amazing to call him like that.

"Can you say it?"

"Dan"

"No, sweet boy. Dad"

"Dad".

"Well done, baby" You kissed his round cheek and walked to the bedroom.

Daniel was asleep, snoring and completely splayed on the bed.

You let Leo on the feet and sat next to Danny. The kid crawled to you while you kissed all the way up from his tattooed arm to his face.

"Wakey, Wakey" You whisper on his skin.

"Dad! Dad!"

You smiled over his skin when you heard Leo patting his chest.

"Danny..." You caressed his hair and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad!"

You gave him a kiss on the lips and Leo knelt on the corner of his torso and arm, wanting Danny's full attention.

As the driver slowly got conscious of his surroundings, you pulled the paper from the drawer.

"Hey buddy"

"Dad!"

You smiled and looked back at him.

"What did he..."

"Happy Father's Day, love"

"Dad!"

"Dad? Am I dad?"

Leo looked at you confused.

"He is"

"Yes, dad"

Daniel hugged him and Leo laughed so hard.

"I love you so so much, Leo" He said kissing all over his face.

"Dad scratchy!"

"Mate! Mum loves the beard! I can't keep you two happy or what?"

You hugged them too and kissed Daniel.

"Happy Father's Day" You said over his lips.

"I love you so so much."

You laid next to him and watched as Leo played over Dan on the bed, fighting his had and tickling him.

"Can I really be his dad?"

"You already are" You said hugging his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"But aren't you scared?"

"I'm not" You kissed his forehead. "I know this is forever"

He kissed your cheek and right then, Leo jumped on him.

"Dad. Mum! Cakes!"

"Pancakes?" Danny ask. "We have pancakes for Father's day?"

"Please" Leo pouted.

"Please" Danny pouted too. And they were your weakness, so you kissed Danny's cheek.

"Let's go. But first..." You showed him the papers. "If you want. It's the adoption. Only if you want. We can wait for a bit. When you are ready. One step each time"

He cupped your keeps and kissed you deep.

"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck"

And with that, Leo ran away. He was obviously Daniel Ricciardo's son.

"Well, you better fix that" You said laughing.

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The people have spoken (Thalia and Annabeth agere fic)

This is a completely unedited rough draft, literally just as is in my docs. Head up this one is LONG

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Thalia never thought much of her past, let alone talked about it. Usually it only made her feel worse.

She went to the only place she knew would understand; Annabeth's house.

It was Percy’s house too, but Annabeth was the real genius behind it. They had more guest rooms than they could keep track of, but they had put in a room just for her. Since she was traveling so often, they wanted her to feel like she always had a place with them if she was in the area.

She hadn’t stayed there very often, and she hadn’t personalized it a whole lot, but it was her room. It was the middle of the afternoon,

Annabeth was familiar with the sinking feeling. Her relationship with her mother was quite different, but they both knew what it was like to feel abandoned (though Annabeth would deny this, emphasizing Athena’s wisdom and intellect).

Annabeth had grown so much since she had first met her. She had her ups and downs, highs and lows that she pushed through. For starters, she was a real adult. She had a real job, a house, a partner; not that Thalia wanted any of that for herself, but the point stood.

“Annie?” She slipped through the crack in her door.

She usually only called her that when Annabeth was feeling small, but it just slipped out. Annabeth and Percy were lounging on their bed together.

“What’s up?” she put her sudoku puzzle book down on the nightstand. Percy gave her an acknowledging glance from behind his gameboy.

“Could we go to my room quick?”

“Oh, sure Thaly,” she said, giving Percy a quick “be right back” peck on the cheek.

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Thalia never opened up much with anybody, even Annabeth. Her problems were always too much for such a little girl to handle hearing, so she just kept them to herself. Annabeth wasn’t so little anymore.

Thalia liked to think she had gotten more mature since becoming immortal. She knew she’d never age physically, still looking about 15 or so.

Technically 15 at least. She would have been somewhere in her mid to late 20s if she was keeping track. Maybe even early 30s if she counted half of the tree years. As the years passed, she started to wonder if she had been aging mentally at all. She always felt (?)

She sat on her freshly made bed, annabeth following right beside her.

“Did I ever tell you about the quest I went on, with Percy and Nico?” She said.

“No,” Annabeth said curiously, scooting in closer.

Now she has to tell her.

“It was years ago, but We were in the underworld—and I saw… I saw my mom—but it wasn’t her it was Melinoe.”

“Oh,” Annabeth sighed sympathetically, “and that was scary?”

“It was terrifying.” “My mom, she…” “she said I was ungrateful, for running away. She needed me, and I still left.”

She had always carried that guilt with her.

“No, you don’t ever blame yourself for any of that, okay?” “You put up with so much more than you should have had to. We were all too young for any of that.”

“I was 9,” Thalia said, “when I first left, I was 9. I should have left sooner, and I would have if I didn’t have Jason. I couldn’t leave Jason alone with her, I just couldn’t.”

“It was so awful, seeing her just made me feel all…” She hunched her shoulders over, sinking into herself. Smaller. “y’know, like there wasn’t anything I could do, I couldn’t fight back. I was just frozen.”

“I just wish she was the kind of mom I could feel bad about missing. That was all I ever wanted. For Jason, for me, just a nice mom who would give me a hug and tell me everything would be okay.”

She couldn’t help but hold a grudge. Why did everyone else have moms and dads who . Why couldn’t she have that mom?

Annabeth gave her a sympathetic sigh as she vented.

When Annabeth was feeling small, she always had something to fear. Spiders, being alone, losing somebody she loved. She could always assure her that nothing was going to get her, that she’d keep her safe. For her, it couldn’t have been more different. She didn’t need protection from something, her mom wasn’t out to get her, that wasn’t it. It just weighed on her.

“How do you know?” Thalia dared to ask, “When you’re feeling little, how can you tell you are?”

“I usually don’t, it’s not very easy to tell. Why’d you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“Do you think you might have been? Down there, when you saw her?”

“Maybe. I think so.”

“Are you right now, just talking about it?”

She took a moment, as if she were trying to piece together the answer like a puzzle. Was she? She shrugged her shoulders.

If she had to be vulnerable around anybody, Annabeth was the one person she’d choose.

“You wanna know what I think?”’ Annabeth breaks her out of the trance, “I think you’re a very brave little girl.”

Even before Jason came along, her mother was always making her paranoid. She always had to worry about what she would do, or rather wouldn’t do. She would pass out on the couch in her makeup instead of tucking her into bed. She would always reek of alcohol and vomit on her breath, she never wanted to kiss her goodnight. Her moods and fits made her completely intolerable to be around, meaning she spent most of her time alone in her room.

“Cmon, you know you can have a hug. I can take care of you now.”

Annabeth pulled her into a tight hug and onto her lap. She held her close like a baby, tucking her head under her chin. She couldn’t fight back against it anymore. Her mother rarely held her so gently.

She thought feeling so small and vulnerable would make her want to run, but it didn’t.

Her mind drifted at the strange feeling. She hadn’t given her own childhood much thought in a long time. She tended to ignore it, block it out, because if she didn’t give it any thought, it couldn’t hurt her anymore. If she didn’t think about it, it couldn’t have affected her.

After so long, it was finally catching up. She didn’t know why it was hitting her now of all times, now that she finally had a home to come to. Her friends were her family, they were her safety. Why did she have to mourn her childhood from so long ago, when she could just move on from it?

“You don’t have to take care of anybody else. You're still too little to be worrying about all that, okay?”

“Okay,” she fought off the urge to cry, repeating to herself in a daze of overwhelming comfort, “Okay.”

She let go of her heavy breath weighing her down,

“Should we go do something fun today?” Annabeth prompted her.

“Fun like what?”

“Anything you want.”

Thalia smiled. She knew exactly where she wanted to go.

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“Ah, hand,” Annabeth reminded her, grabbing her hand before she ran across the parking lot, “hold Mama’s hand when we cross.”

She kept a firm but gentle grip on her, slowing her down.

“I know.”

She was too excited to be truly annoyed by her overprotectiveness.

Thalia looked around in amazement. She hadn’t gone to the mall in forever, all her memories of the place fuzzy. It was just like on tv and in the magazines. She never went with Annabeth and Luke when they were younger. They never had the time for elaborate shopping trips. All her black hair dye and makeup and nail polish always came from the drugstore. Her jewelry pins and jacket she took the utmost pride in were thrifted. She loved them, she really did, but she wanted something new. She wanted the experience she always missed out on.

The welcoming entrance beaconed to her.

She practically dragged Annabeth by the hand to all her favorite stores. She gave her the freedom to wander around, but made sure she didn’t run off without knowing where she was. She was like a real mother, caring and attentive. Even her purse on her arm had everything she could ever need, from bandaids to loose candies.

She felt like a kid in a candy store, digging through a bin of button pins, trying not to skewer her fingers.

She sprawled the things she wanted out on the counter, giddy and bouncing on her heels.

“So nice to see that parents still tag along with their kids.” The cashier said, an older looking woman with heavy makeup and a coarse voice, “How old are you hun?”

Thalia almost laughed. She was used to being mistaken for younger than she looked. Even at eternally 15, she still looked 12. It didn’t help her case that while Annabeth was in her late 20s, and roughly 6’, Thalia would never find herself reaching anywhere over 5’1”. Annabeth had always looked older than she was, wisdom and maturity coming to her faster than any of her peers.

“She's 11,” Annabeth said, teasing her hair.

They exchanged a few mischievous looks. They knew Thalia was older than Annabeth, most mortals were none the wiser. It always made for a fun little inside joke between the two of them. She used to find the fact a little annoying, but now she’s completely fine with it. She could let them all see a good kid for once.

Annabeth paid for her things, and handed her the bag to carry. They made their halfway stop at the food court, where Annabeth ordered them a cup of bite sized soft pretzels to share.

“Here, drink up,” Annabeth handed her an insulated water bottle. It had a pretty pattern of suns and clouds with rainbows. Not exactly her style, but she popped open the sippy cup style straw, to smell it. It was warm and floral.

“What is it?”

“It’s just hot tea.”

“Yuck.”

“Come on, it’s good for you,” She encouraged, “I even put sugar in it.”

“I thought you said its good for me?”

“It was good for you,” she corrected herself, “you’ll like it, trust me.”

She decided she’d humor her. Immortality meant she didn’t need to worry about her health as much. Vitamins and minerals and the like were never an issue. She was always free to eat as many cheeseburgers as she liked when she got the chance. Annabeth on the other hand was always trying to eat healthy. It was annoying, but in an endearing way.

“You’ll be a good mom,” Thalia said around the straw, carefully sipping the hot drink, “when you and Percy have kids.”

“Gods, I hope so. I want to be a mom someday, I just don’t want to screw anything up.”

“Does that make me the test run?” She said with an infectious laugh that Annabeth caught quickly.

“Never. You’re just the favorite.” She tapped her nose affectionately.

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Back at annabeth's house, back at home, she finally got to dig through all her shopping bags. She planted herself on the couch to open all her new accessories, toys and clothes, practically bouncing with excitement. She wasn’t usually into placing so much value in her material possessions, but this was different.

She had two twin bracelets, thick black studded cuffs, and a new belt to match. The shirt she bought was black and blue striped with long sleeves to go under her usual graphic tees. She had blue hair dye (which Annabeth would hopefully help her with) and pretty star shaped clips she couldn’t wait to show Reyna. She got a few new pins for her jacket.

Annabeth was the one who insisted she buy a toy or two.

While she had spent most of her time buying herself Annabeth had picked up some things of her own for her.

“What’d you get?” Thalia curiously peaked in her bag.

“Just some things for you,”

“For me?”

Thalias eyes lit up as she pulled out a gray plush wolf.

“I know, it’s silly, I just figured—I dunno. I always had my favorite teddy bear.”

Thalia hugged it tightly, propping it up against her collarbone under her chin. It was soft and slightly heavy against her chest. It was perfect. She already wanted to carry him everywhere.

“It’s perfect Annie. Thanks,” She said, the comfy couch and low dim lights around her drawing out a small yawn, “I like him.”

Annabeth looked at the clock,

“10:00 already?” “Looks like somebody’s up past her bedtime. You ready to go to sleep?”

Thalia had never had a set ‘bedtime’ before. When she decided on her own that it was time for bed, she would have had to find her way back to her room by herself. If she forgot to brush her teeth, or put on pajamas, it was always on her. Her own mother would have left her alone without so much as a hug or kiss goodnight.

“I guess.”

Annabeth took her back to the privacy of her own room and helped her into her usual pajamas, a big black t-shirt and pair of shorts. It was the same thing she always wore, but it felt different having Annabeth there helping her. She let her hold her shoulders for balance when she stepped into the shorts, and tugged the shirt over her head. It was more reassuring that Annabeth was there. Just the fact that she was looking out for her, the way her mother never did.

She went to get into bed herself, but Annabeth quickly stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to sleep in your bed, you can always sleep in with mommy and daddy If you want.”

Her own room was great, but it did feel a little empty. It wasn’t as lived in, it didn’t feel quite as homey, even though it was hers. Probably due to the fact she never stayed there often, especially for anything other than sleeping.

She took her gently by the hand, and led her back to her room. Annabeth towered over her. Everything about her was more mature, the way she carried herself. She was wiser, which she didn’t think was even possible. She was wiser in a way that just seemed so grown up in a way she’d never be herself. She’d always be 15. The thought of that made her feel even smaller than she already was.

“Thalias gonna sleep in here with us tonight, okay?” Annabeth said, to Percy.

“Oh, sure,” Percy scooched over to make room for her in the middle of them, “of course she can.”

She never had the same bond with Percy as she did Annabeth, but she still trusted him. He was always so attentive to keeping everyone safe. Even though they fought sometimes, he’d always come back for her.

Annabeth shuffled under the covers with her, sitting up against the headboard. Thalia clung to her side as she did, and she pulled her in to lay across her lap. Her gentle hand washed over the back of her head, scratching at her short hair.

“Here,” Annabeth grabbed the baby bottle of water from the nightstand, slipping it to her lips.

Her initial instinct was to push her off, she held her hands up defensively, grabbing onto Annabeth's wrists nervously. As she took the bottle in her mouth, Annabeth softly cooing at her, she lowered her hands to cross over her chest. She could trust Annabeth. She could take care of her.

When she was finished with the bottle, she rubbed her eyes, which she could barely keep open.

“I think somebody’s ready for lights out,” Annabeth said to herself, reaching over to the lamp, cutting the light. “Sleepy baby.”

Annabeth hugged her tightly as she settled in herself, like she never wanted to let go. She knew Annabeth was always protective of the people she cared about.

Annabeth ruffled her hair again, and Thalia shuffled off of her lap, back under the covers. She liked the dark when she slept. It gave her a chance to use her other senses better. The sound of Annabeths steady heartbeat beside her. The plushness of the comforter under her chin. The clean smell of the air, the laundry they had left folded on the chair.

#pjo agere #percy jackson agere #fandom agere #agere fic #agere fanfic #I do want to finish this one I just don’t know how </3

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aroyaltailor · 13 days

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semi-hiatus (vent warning)

Currently failing Spanish 102 and things are not getting better. In a move that I'm sure will surprise none of those who follow this blog, I am going to be taking a hiatus from any writing. Yes, another break! Another hiatus, putting off work on this blog and leaving the replies I owe to rot in my drafts. The words simply do not come out of me, and I'm still struggling with perfectionism that blocks any genuine attempts at getting anything done. I basically have to learn the entirety of Spanish, or at least the relevant information for the class, because if I fail I won't be able to graduate this semester.

It's the same damn thing every time. I've submitted a request for the counseling service provided by my college, but they have a two week waiting period due to the huge influx of students needing mental health help these days. I genuinely believe that I've reached a point where I need professional help with my writing, and that I have somekind of OCD that prevents me from simply writing the first draft without needlessly fussing over every word.

I really didn't want to have to make this post. I was holding on to the hope that things would be alright. I was hoping that everything would be okay. That I'd be able to create legitimate routines, learn how to comprehend Spanish, and that I would be able to have the time to sit back and focus and work on building this blog.

The first exam of the class is next Tuesday, September 10th. I won't lie, I'm basically spiraling at this point. Self-care is at a total minimum, and I haven't really been taking care of my health either. I'm not eating much, both out of lack of hunger and the simple fact that my household doesn't have any food available. Today alone, I've been slouched over the table in the upstairs study rooms of my college, staring at this damned screen all day. Suicidal thoughts, a bit of self-harm with a pen, it feels just as bad as organic chemistry. And the genuine possibility that I might be kicked out the house if I fail Spanish 102 isn't helping matters. I don't really have anyone to talk to either, not in-person at least. Not really even online either, but that's probably too jaded for me to say. Doubt anyone will even read this, but that understandable I guess. Everyone has their own problems, so many people do, and they can't pause and stop when they have their own concerns to deal with, especially for someone that hasn't really produced anything.

Let's just say it isn't getting better. It's not. It's getting worse. I can't be on here as much as I want to, and I'm beginning to think that I've been damaged permanently by what happened to me. My dad had lung cancer, I did everything I could, but that's all I can say about it. Even just typing that sentence has me bawling now.

I'll either pass Spanish 102 this semester or I won't. If I don't, I definitely won't take it well. I'm sorry for everything I've said about how I'd made progress, or that I'd be around to do replies only to post nothing at all. I'm not doing well and haven't been for awhile.

Hopefully things will get better. But then again, I've said that before haven't I? Time will tell. I'm sorry to everyone for the times I've wasted their time with starters or replies I haven't responded to yet. Blog isn't even finished yet, but if I pass I'll try. I promise I'll try.

#{ ✎ : ᴏᴏᴄ }

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inmydrcams · 2 months

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okay, I'd like to get back into writing. so I will be looking at my drafts and seeing what makes sense to keep and not and in the meantime reply with a character and I will get you a starter. probably something smaller but just to ease back into this <3

#( ;; starter call )#I did cleanup the muses page somewhat #it needed it

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phoenix-flamed · 8 months

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Okay, here we go finally! Please bear in mind that this list isn't entirely complete, in that there are a plethora of Asks I plan to answer, there are Ask replies from others that I want to respond to, and I need to skim through my tracked tags for starters that I've missed.

Right at this current moment, based on my Drafts(and listed in no particular order), I owe replies to: @fadedfirebird , @reviresc , @sylleblosscm , @flamebearer , @nievea , @primalvessel , @rosariens , @brightblessed , @tripleflames , @eikonbound , @cagedfirebird , @audaciiae , @hideawaysteward and @sharpnosedscout , @creatrix-mea and @askens-konge , @lured-into-wonderland , @assilat-vojjor and @outlaws-legacy , @stingslikeabee , @cybrvce , @flamesofrebirths , @voidtouched-blue , @kihel-sorcas , @lacedaether , @phoenixsummon , @phoenixcoin , @bestboygav , @ignitedshield , @origami-assassin , @devotionbled , @inproelia , @strykingshot , @seeasunset , @phoenixshards , and I have no doubt I'm missing plenty more, so if you know I owe you a thread reply and you aren't on this list, please don't hesitate to let me know so I can wrangle it!

When I reply to our thread, if you aren't feeling it anymore because it's been so long, please, please, please know that you're not obligated to reply back. We can always try again with a new thread!

#Out of the Flames #Oh dear lord I owe so much stuff I am so sorry all of you #And there's still plenty of starters in the tags and Asks in my inbox and --

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staticintone · 1 month

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Okay, I think I’ve found a solution to my 113 drafts and 39 inbox problem.

Anyone who isn’t a main or affiliate will get their regular replies in the queue. First interactions/starters or people on the list get theirs posted.

This doesn’t include random dash commentary that goes off suddenly, or quick and dirty asks that I can get done fairly quickly because they’re dialogue heavy (coughs about RAM). And if muse ends up super high for a potential thread and I get excited you’ll probably get it immediately as well.

Also it is very possible to become one of my mains! The people who are on the list are either ones who I have built full verses with or I have gotten close with out of character, and we have written or plotted enough that I am comfortable settling into a back and forth with.

Affiliates on the other hand are closed, because they involve my IRL friends and an old discord server and I would feel weird kind of forcing someone to fit into our world and vice versa. The only exception would be if my fiancé suddenly decided he was jumping onto the tumblr scene (it is very much not his thing).

I hope this works out, but I’ll definitely keep my eyes open in case it doesn’t!

#|{ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 ;; ooc }|

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lilac-hecox · 4 months

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Another Gaza donation fic! This time for @punk-gremlin who asked for a flash fic of Shayne and Ian being nsfw in the office! Note this also has a scene of playing a boss/employee kink but it is mutual and consensual for the scene.

Shayne/Ian: The Boss

Ian sets down Shayne’s drafted script and Shayne would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous to see what Ian thought.

Ian’s eyes settle on Shayne, a bright blue. Shayne tries to keep his face neutral. It’s a blur between lines of Ian’s thoughts both as Shayne’s boss and his boyfriend. That particular line has been blurred for the better part of six months.

“What do you think?” Shayne asks.

“It’s genius,” Ian says, “I don’t even know why you were nervous to show me.”

“Okay, so boyfriend Ian thinks it’s good. What does my boss and owner of Smosh think of the idea?”

Ian laughs, “I’m only one half of the Smosh owner, but boss Ian’s opinion is no different than boyfriend Ian.”

“So you think I should officially pitch it at the next meeting?”

Ian nods.

Shayne settles close to him on the couch in Ian’s office. The door closed despite the fact that it’s after hours and really just the two of them are hanging out. He sets his head on Ian’s shoulder, and he feels when Ian ruffles a hand through his hair affectionately.

“Ian,” Shayne says, an idea filling him as he glances up at his boyfriend.

“Hm?”

“What if we, uh, do a scene?” Shayne asks.

Ian blinks a moment before he understands what Shayne is asking.

“Oh…oh. Really? Here?”

Shayne presses a kiss to the side of Ian’s neck, as if trying to butter him up to the idea.

“Yeah, can we? Tell me Ian. Tell me what I can do to get my live show made.”

Ian sucks in a breath.

“Fuck, Shayne.”

Shayne glances at Ian and smirks sweetly, innocently.

“Tell me what I can do, Boss. I’ll do anything.”

They play this game often. Shayne is hooked on the idea of playing up their boss and employee dynamic. It isn’t their real dynamic at all, just a game, just fun, but Shayne is addicted to the feeling, to the playful idea that Ian is his boss and can tell him what to do.

Ian’s eyes are dark as he lets out a breath.

“Oh, you want your show to be made that bad. Bad enough that you’d whore yourself out to me?”

Shayne nods, and then he slides from the couch so he’s on the floor of Ian’s office and he finds himself between Ian’s spread knees.

“Tell me what I can do for you.”

Ian cards a hand through Shayne’s hair sweetly.

“You can suck my dick for starters.”

Shayne moans and he happily goes for Ian’s belt and zipper and gets them down. He gets Ian’s half-hard cock out and he curls his fingers around the base, feeling Ian hiss in pleasure. Without preamble, he closes his mouth around the head of Ian’s dick, sucking at the hardened length and feeling the pulse of his dick throbbing, tasting the bitter of Ian’s pre-come.

“Look at you,” Ian says, slipping into his role, “so desperate to get your ideas made that you’ll suck your boss off in my office.” Ian presses down on Shayne’s head, urging him to take more, “Such a good boy, Shayne.”

Shayne moans around the length of Ian’s dick, letting Ian sink further and further into his mouth. He hums around the cock, the familiar taste of Ian on his tongue. It’s comforting and Shayne flicks his eyes up to meet Ian’s gaze. He moans again when they stare each other down and Ian’s breathing is quicker, his face flushed, eyes darker and turned on.

Shayne pulls off a moment to breathe and his hand replaces his mouth, stroking Ian from base to tip.

“Please, Sir,” Shayne says, “I believe in this idea so much. Please help me get it approved.”

Ian cups Shayne’s face strokes his cheek before he rubs his thumb across Shayne’s bottom lip where it’s beginning to get red and swollen.

“Make me come first and we’ll see,” Ian says.

Shayne takes Ian back into his mouth, takes him down until the head of Ian’s cock touches the back of Shayne’s throat. He’s not so good at deep throating so he doesn’t push himself more and instead comes back up.

“What would your co-workers say if they saw us like this? If they saw how easy you get on your knees for your boss? How far you’re willing to go to succeed here. Do you think they’d wonder if you’ve been fucking your way to the top all along? That your Smosh’s golden boy because you’re willing to go down on me in my office any time I ask for it.”

Shayne aches in his pants. It took a long time for Ian to get comfortable with these types of scenes, but when he is, wow, he’s perfect and it makes Shayne so hard. None of it is real or true and he knows that, but the game, the pretending of it all. It gets Shayne so hard.

“Fuck your mouth feels good. So good for me,” Ian says, tugging just a bit on Shayne’s hair, “you’re getting me there. I’m going to come soon and when I do I want you to swallow it all. I want you to swallow every single drop, okay?”

Shayne nods, still sucking, still looking at Ian as he quickens his pace and sucks harder and he sees the way Ian’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks in pleasure, the way he can’t quite control how his own hips twitch upwards and he presses himself deeper into Shayne’s mouth.

Shayne knows after he makes Ian come it’ll be his turn and Ian will press him on to the couch and get him off with his hand or his mouth, or both, and he’ll be so affectionate to erase any bad feelings of this scene between them but for now Shayne wants to make Ian come and he wants to swallow every drop of come just like Ian asked him to.

“Shayne,” Ian moans and his head tips back as his cock throbs in Shayne’s mouth and then he comes.

Shayne swallows rope after rope of bitter come and he shivers in pleasure as he takes Ian’s load. Shayne keeps Ian in his mouth until Ian begins to soften, until he whines and then grips Shayne’s shoulder. Then, Shayne releases him, giving one last lick to the head.

“Was I good enough?” Shayne asks, voice rough from sucking Ian off, “will you greenlight my live show?”

“Absolutely,” Ian says, wrapping a hand around Shayne’s muscled arm and tugging him upwards so he can lean in and kiss Shayne, chasing the taste of himself on Shayne’s tongue.

#shian #shayian #smosh rpf #smosh ships #polysmosh #spicy fic #flash fic #fic for donations #smosh fanfiction #shayne/ian #my fic #my fics #my writing #tumblr exclusive #tumblr exclusive writing #punk-gremlin

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