#weirdy x reader

[imaginetheywerereal]

Short Story: Ghosts of the Hollow

kay so just finished The Hollow. loved it. mostly watched it for the Weird Guy lol. Gustaf. The Game Host. so yes this is Gustaf(Weirdy) x Reader. the bit after the haunted metro. and Skeet lives. because add one thing and the rest is changed anyway:p oh uh btw real you died so mentions of death not graphic. season 2 stuff. so also spoilers ig? bit of angst some cute. some eh ig.

The Hollow Games were never meant to be easy, but this was something else entirely. Gustaf stood alone in the darkened corridors of the haunted metro station, the weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, making the environment feel even more oppressive.

You and the kids had navigated the haunted metro, dealing with the ghost train, and now you all had one goal in mind: finding a way to go home. Having been stuck in the game after every reset since your last game ten or fifteen years earlier, you were the most experienced. The kids, including Skeet who was alive thanks to your healing powers, looked to you for guidance, sensing you had been there the longest.

Finally, the journey led you to the jazz club, where Gustaf was meant to perform. Inside, the melancholy notes of the band echoed in the dimly lit space. You noticed things from the "previous game" but different—Benjamini, Benjamin, Death, and the Horsemen were there, but none of them remembered the kids or you. The kids were just starting to piece things together. You're used to it.

As Gustaf sat alone on the stage, playing the piano, the haunting melody of "Creep" by Radiohead filled the air. The lyrics were heavy with sorrow, and he was lost in the music. "I'm not supposed to be here," he sang, unaware of your presence.

Desperate to get his attention, the kids tried everything from using their powers to screaming at him. Each attempt was thwarted by Benjamini, Benjamin, and the crowd, leaving you no choice but to wait. You knew Gustaf would eventually come into the crowd like he always did—he was the crowd-walking performer type.

When Gustaf made his way through the crowd, he barely stuttered in his song when the kids finally reached him. "You're not supposed to be here!"

But when he saw you, he broke out of his trance. His eyes widened in shock and recognition.

"Are you real? Are you really here?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Yes, I'm here," you answered, stepping closer.

"I wish you were," he whispered again, this time with a mixture of hope and sorrow.

"I am real, at least I feel real, Gustaf," you replied.

"I mean, I wish I could see you again."

"I don't understand. You can?"

"No. I can't. You're... the other you, the real you, is dead. I—I killed you. Not literally. But if it wasn't for me, you—the real you would still be alive."

"Stop. Stop saying that," you insisted, reaching out to him. "I am real, Gustaf. I'm real. This is real. Help us. Help them. Please."

Gustaf's shoulders slumped, the weight of his guilt almost too much to bear. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the plea for understanding. Despite everything, he couldn't ignore the connection he felt, the bond that defied logic.

"I'll help you," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard. Knowing what I know."

You nodded, your expression softening. "I know it's hard. But we're here now, and we need you."

As the band played a slow, mournful tune, you stepped closer to him. "May I have this dance?" you asked, your voice a gentle whisper.

He hesitated for a moment, then took your hand, pulling you into a slow, somber dance. The music wrapped around you both, a reminder of the losses and the love that still lingered.

"I wish things were different," Gustaf murmured.

"So do I," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. "But for now, let's just be here. Together."

In that moment, amidst the haunted echoes and the lingering guilt, you found a small measure of peace. The dance, though tinged with sorrow, was a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was still a connection, a bond that refused to be broken.

As the music faded, Gustaf held you a little tighter. "Thank you," he whispered. "For being real to me."

"And thank you," you replied, "for not giving up."

One of the kids, unable to hold back any longer, interrupted the moment. "Uh, hello? We came here to ask for help on how to get home. Not to do...whatever you two are doing."

You and Gustaf shared a small, sad smile before turning your attention back to the task at hand. Together, you would find a way to get everyone home. Even if it meant you wouldn't.

[wvyik]

stoner bf! dean headcanons ⋆˚

dean winchester x gn! reader

ꕤ summary: stoner! dean is all sleepy kisses, vinyl records, and joints rolled just for you. he’s soft when he’s high, clingy in the best way, and swears you’re his soulmate every time the stars come out.

♯ warnings: mdni!! explicit content, 420 we ball, kissing, cuddling, weed naps, clingy stoner bf, movie nights & vibes, lap sitting, food cravings, soft!dean, praise, sleepy makeouts, forehead kisses, domestic fluff, himbo behavior, space talk & soulmate shit, high and in love.

♯ notes: this has been living in my head rent free for weeks. also if he ever passed me a blunt i’d simply fall in love on sight. anyway enjoy my delulu. reblogs = forehead kiss from him <3

HE LOVES GETTING YOU HIGH.. Like he lives for it. He rolls for you, lights it, puts it to your lips, and watches you with those hazy green eyes like you’re his favorite movie.

HIS MUNCHIES ARE CHAOTIC.. This man will eat a grilled cheese with pie inside it and call it “gourmet.” He also thinks Cool Ranch Doritos and peanut butter are “a bomb combo.” You’re stuck enabling him.

HE GETS REAL CUDDLY.. Dean + weed = clingy lil baby. He’s got his arms wrapped around you, face buried in your neck, mumbling stuff like “You smell like heaven, y’know that?” in a deep, raspy voice that’s half-asleep.

HAS A RANDOM URGE TO TEACH YOU POOL.. Halfway through he’s not even holding the cue stick right anymore. “Okay, okay, now bend over. No not like that— wait, yes, exactly like that.” Then he forgets what the lesson was.

STONER MOVIE NIGHTS ARE SACRED.. You two binge Pineapple Express, Half Baked, and Dazed and Confused on rotation. He always quotes Matthew McConaughey’s “alright, alright, alright” and then says you make him feel that way. Ugh.

HE MAKES HIS OWN EDIBLES AND THEY’RE.. WEIRDY GOOD?.. Dean will make weed brownies but then he’s like “what if we did a THC bacon mac n cheese?” and you’re like “pls no” and next thing you know you’re drooling on his chest 20 minutes later after one bite.

DEAN GETS THE GIGGLES SO BAD.. Like, full-on belly laughing over nothing. You’ll say “pass the lighter” and he’s crying like “yo you sounded British for a sec.” He thinks you are the funniest person alive when he’s high.

NOT THAT MUCH FOR BIG TALK WHEN HE’S HIGH, BUT HE’LL ALWAYS FIND WAYS TO SHOW LOVE.. Like making you your favorite drink, lighting candles, or just sitting beside you in silence, holding your hand.

SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT READING YOUR MOODS WHILE HE’S HIGH.. If you’re quiet and anxious, he’s your silent rock, just holding you close. If you’re a little overwhelmed, he’ll softly remind you to breathe and maybe put on some chill tunes.

„WEED NAPS” TOGETHER ARE A FULL ON RITUAL.. He’ll get you both stupid high, pull you into his chest, kiss your forehead, and knock out mid-sentence. You wake up and he’s snoring softly with a dumb lil smile and his hand still on your thigh.

TRIES TO TEACH YOU HOW TO ROLL A JOINT, BUT ENDS UP GIGGLING LIKE A CHILD.. He’s all, “Okay, babe, lemme show you—this is high-level skill,” and then drops the weed all over the table and starts giggling like “shit… ignore that, I got it.”

TALKS TO HIS JOINTS LIKE THEY’RE FRIENDS.. “Alright little guy, let’s do this.” lights up “You’re burnin’ nice, buddy. Real proud of you.” You’re just staring like ??? and he’s chillin’ like it’s normal.

SMOKES OUT OF STUPID STUFF.. “You think I can turn this apple into a bowl?” He does it. Successfully. And grins like he just won the Super Bowl. “MacGyver ain’t got SHIT on me, baby.”

GETS EMOTIONAL OVER LITTLE THINGS.. Like seeing you laugh or watching you tuck your hair behind your ear, he’s totally smitten and might get a little teary-eyed, whispering “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

HIS STONED KISSES? SLOW. METLY. OBSESSIVE.. He leans in real lazy, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, and just melts into your mouth like he’s never been fed before. You pull back for air and he chases your lips like, “Nuh-uh. More.”

GETS HIGH BEFORE DOING CHORES AND TURNS IT INTO A CONCERT.. Vacuuming in just a flannel (unbuttoned), doing the dishes while singing into a spatula, shaking his hips with a joint hangin’ from his lips. You’re just sitting there, blushing and dying.

GETS WAY INTO ASMR WHEN STONED.. Whispers into your ear like a pro, “Babe, you hear that? That’s the sound of love.” Then he makes weird mouth noises and you’re dying.

SAID „I COULD TOTALLY BE A STRIPPER” ONCE.. Put on ’Pony’ by Ginuwine, tried to do a sexy dance, tripped over a sock, and fell into the laundry basket. You almost passed out laughing. He’s still proud of himself. “Tell me I wasn’t kinda hot tho.”

STILL MANAGES TO BE THE MOST ATTRACTIVE HUMAN ALIVE.. Even with red eyes, messy hair, and a Dorito stuck to his hoodie, he’s somehow radiating sex appeal. Like he winks at you and you’re just like— ugh, fine, let’s make out.

TRIES TO INITIATE SOFT MAKEOUTS AND ENDS UP MAULING YOU.. Started with a forehead kiss. Then a peck. Then a soft little “Hey pretty…” and BOOM now you’re straddling him, shirtless, and he’s breathless whispering “God, I’m so high and you’re so hot.”

“CAN WE HAVE SEX IN THE BUNKER LIBRARY?”.. Deadass high and suddenly asking the most degenerate stuff. “I just think it’d be hot, like, you bent over the table, surrounded by old books. Kinda academic. Kinda slutty.”

LOVES PULLING YOUR UNDERWEAR TO THE SIDE, NOT OFF.. Something about the laziness of it drives him wild. He’s like, “I ain’t wasting time, sweetheart. I want it now.”

LIKES TO MAKE YOU RIDE HIM WHILE HIGH.. Sprawled out on the couch, joint still smoldering in the ashtray, hands on your hips like he’s watching a movie. “Mmm, just like that, baby. Show me how pretty you are.”

LAZY, SENSUAL STROKES.. He’s not pounding you into oblivion; he’s rolling his hips, slow and deep, mumbling “you feel too good… can’t stop…” It’s sloppy. Sweaty. Sooo vocal. Just full-blown “fuuuuck, baby—uhhh—yeah…”

GOES DOWN ON YOU LIKE IT’S A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE.. High Dean is locked in. Hair pushed back, gripping your thighs like you’ll float away. Will not stop until you’re shaking. And when you’re done? “You taste like heaven. I need another hit.”

PUTS HIS FINGERS IN YOUR MOUTH WHILE HE’S FUCKING YOU.. He’s like, “Suck, baby. Just like that. God, I love those lips.” And then keeps thrusting harder every time your tongue swirls around.

HIGH DEAN GETS DISTRACTED BY HIS OWN DIRTY TALK.. Mid-sentence, he pauses, laughs, and goes, “Wait… did I just say that out loud? Fuck, I’m high as hell.”

LOVES IT WHEN YOU TAKE CONTROL, BUT ONLY A LIL BIT.. High Dean loves it when you tug his hair or bite his lip, he gets that glint in his eye like “Yeah, show me what you got, baby.” But then he always wins with a growl and a kiss that steals your breath.

AFTERWARDS, YOU CUDDLE AND HE’S STILL KINDA HORNY.. Hands back on your ass, mumbling half-asleep, “Round three in like… fifteen minutes. Just lemme nap inside you.”

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[midnightshindig]

Cecil x male reader please! I haven't seen any catering towards male readers before

Cecil x Male!Reader

We gotta get some more male reader itb for reaaals

hcs under the cut!!

Cecil is a pretty modern dude by all accounts

its giving gay republican

but like yknow specifically when gay politicians are super nonchalant about it?

Have you guys seen Birdcage (1996)? Yeah he's Armand argue with the wall

that being said, he's a VERY understated guy

it's really hard to tell he's gay

but i mean cmon he gilfs it up hard

In a relationship, Cecil tends to be the top in his relationships

it's just natural to him, he's a boss in his day to day so he can't help but take the reigns in his relationships

Not that he doesn't care about your opinion, but unless you're opposed, he usually picks the restaurant and when you have dates

He loves taking you to try new restaurants, especially ones he's never been to himself

it's a little adventure for both of you

"So, what do you think of the fish?" Cecil asks, cutting up whatever rich man meal he's savoring

"mmmish good" you respond with a grin, your cheeks still partially stuffed with food

Hates calling you his boyfriend

he's like way too old for that

he calls you his husband or lover or partner instead

Introducing you to people like:

"Hello, I'd like you to meet my husband, Y/n. Yes, he's my plus one to the event."

you could not even be married and he'd still call you his husband

very John Mulaney "I love saying my wife" energy

The best part about dating Cecil is sharing clothes

or, more accurately, the best part about dating you for Cecil is wearing your clothes

He hates shopping for semiformal or casual clothing

it's too many options and he despises choosing fabrics

and frankly he doesn't have the time for it

so it's a relief that you have such good taste

he can just borrow one of your shirts and a pair of your pants when the two of you go out

"What?" he raises an innocent eyebrow at you, buttoning YOUR button up onto himself in the mirror "I'm getting ready to go see Les Mis, like you asked."

"Cecil that's my shirt." you lean into the doorway, unimpressed

He scoffs, turning around "No, really? But it looks so good on me" his tone is dry, delivered with a knowing smile

Oh and on that note

he's weirdy into musicals and the opera and stuff like that

idk it just feels right to me

He allows himself to be a lot softer with you

like I mean wayyyyy softer

you're a fellow dude, you get it

he doesn't feel the need to impress you or maintain some paragon of masculinity or protection

He can fucking breath

and he does

For example, cuddling

He opts most often to curl his frail damaged body around yours, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist

It's like a little weird for people to conceptualize Cecil as gay

not because being gay is weird or anything

it just humanizes him too much

like wdym this guy has like.... emotions? and that he like.... fights for gay rights?

Someone get the photos of this bitch marching in the 80's istfg

Gotta learn these kids something

Cecil is OBNOXIOUS as a queer elder

but you don't mind because it comes from a good place

Cecil fucking WISHES Doc Seismic would step to him

i'd pay to see that fight ngl

Cecil adores you soooo much

he lived a pretty sparse life before you, romantically speaking

not many openly queer spies, you know?

So he cherishes you

You're his favorite person, and probably the only person he's truly emotionally vulnerable with

Don't get me wrong, he's still quiet and a man of few words when it comes to his emotions

but he leans on you more than he's leaned on anyone else

He trusts you

You probably had an evil ass slowburn trying to figure out what the other was getting at

but eventually- after like five years (and maybe some Donald Divine Intervention tm) you two get together

He probably does end up proposing at some point, but it takes him forever

You've probably been dating for like ten year by the time he proposes

I'm sorry he's so bureaucratic about this stuff

but your wedding is like magical as shit

He pulls Allllll the government strings in order to make it as magical as possible

and of course

he wears one of your suits <3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can you do a Tim Drake x M!Reader?

Where Tim's brothers are meeting Reader for the frist time, and they just go into full investigation mode to see if Reader is a good fit for their brother?

Like some may hate/ never talk to Tim, but they still wanna make sure he at least has one healthy relationship in his life.

- Crow

Tim Drake x male reader

Headcanons

Ill be gone all of next week, as my family is going to Greece, yippee. Unless you guys would be interested in me answering requests from my phone, which would mean shorter replies and less formatting.

Dating Tim Drake would be just like how you imagined it, and then nothing like it at all. Hes a little manic, or very, at times, he doesn’t sleep much, he’s always got bruises one way or another, and you have to put up with having a tracker and panic button on you at all times, courtesy of ingrained bat paranoia.

But other than that, he’s a pretty great boyfriend. Sure, he’s a little awkward in the beginning, and if you don’t know he’s Red Robin it takes quite a while to figure It out. Youd probably discover it when you find him banged up after patrols, as Tim doesn’t wanna scare you off by telling you.

Tim would wanna keep you apart from his family for a while, just to keep you to himself. Let’s also not go into detail about the batfams unhealthy attachments to each other, whilst also being weirdy distant at times.

So, if Tim and the family aren’t on speaking terms, it would take even longer for you to meet them. Theres a big chance you meet young justice a lot longer before you ever meet his family, because his team is like his safe place, and you are too. Plus, he would want them to know about you, to keep you safe.

You never asked too much into his family or their situation, since you could just sense most of it from what little he told, and what he didn’t say anything about at all. You know he would tell you if it was anything important.

When the day came where you finally met his family, it was probably during some celebration of some sort, or even for Tims birthday. He would have wanted to just spend it with you, but the batfam would have set something up, or rather, Alfred would have set something up.

At first Tim wouldn’t wanna bring you along, but you end up convincing him, since you wanna meet his family one way or another. It just takes some kisses and cuddling to get him to agree, since deep down he wants them to meet you too.

So, you get dressed up in your best clothes, but nothing too fancy since it’s just a dinner with his family, but still not too sloppy, since you wanna make a great first impression. Tim makes sure to compliment you before you guys leave to drive to the manor.

You could easily tell that Tim was nervous, so before you guys leave the car you make sure to give his hand a squeeze, and your boyfriend a kiss, which seems to work wonders in calming his anxiety, for now at least.

Alfred greets you both at the door, and whilst he gives you a raised brow, he doesn’t question who you are, or why you are there. It’s a different thing when you get inside though, multiple members of the batfam would immediately look you up and down and ask who you were.

They try not to act surprised and maybe a little hurt when Tim introduces you as his boyfriend or almost a year, surprised because they couldn’t imagine Tim having a long-lasting healthy relationship, curse of being a bat, and hurt because he never told them.

They play nice the whole evening though, but Damian might be looking you up and down in closer detail trying to discern if you are a threat. He and Tim might not get along, but only Damian gets to pick on him.

After that the entire batfam would look into you in their own ways, but if you end up getting a few, or multiple, followers at night watching your every move, you would be none the wiser.

You almost shit yourself when you return to your apartment one day after work to find the red hood sitting on your couch. It ends up with him giving you a very extreme and in detail shoveltalk, telling you exactly what he would do if you ever hurt Tim or his feelings. It leaves your legs shaking after he leaves, you thought the heads in bags thing was just a myth.

Some of the others would be more subtle about their stalking investigating, like Cass who would just observe how you act around Tim, and look into your body language. When she sees there’s nothing but love in you though and how healthy Tim looks nowadays, she would accept your relationship.

Dick is still hurt that Tim never told them, but he would try to ask Tim about you during patrol, gotta get some brother bonding, right? He can always come to Dick for dating advice, he knows that. It ends up with the others joking about Dick and his long list of partners, and how Tims held his relationship longer than most of Dicks, so maybe Dick should ask Tim for advice instead.

Damian doesn’t trust you for a long time, he always expects the worst, especially since Tim seems to attract enemies like a magnet. But after a while, he would have to accept that you have a positive influence on Tim and his wellbeing, so he guesses he will accept you for now.

Barbara would already have known, I mean, its Babs, how wouldn’t she have known. She would have accepted Tim needing time to tell the others though, so she kept it a secret. But she did a very extreme background check the moment she learned of your relationship, and when you came up clean, she accepted it.

Bruce would pull a move similar to Babs, and wouldn’t stalk you himself but look into your past and your families’ pasts, and your friends and their families pasts, and-

You get my point. Let’s hope you don’t have any embarrassing search history, because your boyfriend’s dad as seen it. But like Babs, when you turn up clean, he has to accept it, since its clear Tim is so happy with you. Bruce might end up feeling protective of you after a while, especially if you aren’t a hero yourself and have no training. Congrats you are now part of the batfam.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Kids Are Alright

Masterlist

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual." Sam said into his phone as he looks over his laptop while I sit across from him at a diner. "Well, maybe we got the translation wrong." Sam said as I look through my own laptop for anything. "Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we—...Well, there's got to be something that w��." Sam said just as I hear footsteps.

I look over and see Dean coming over to us and I clear my throat at Sam. "Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I..I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind." He said and he hangs up the phone quickly while Dean comes over, looking suspiciously at Sam.

"Hey. Who was that?" Dean asked him. "Ah, I was just ordering pizza." Sam replied, quickly, and I glance up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?" Dean said as he looks around. "Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I...just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam replied and he smiles, tight-lipped and reeking of insincerity.

"O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirderton." Dean said and he clears throat as he goes to sit next to me and places an arm around my shoulder.

Suddenly, my phone goes off and I go and pick it up. "Hello?" I answered. "(Y/n)? It's Elijah." The familiar voice said and I look up. "Oh, hey, Elijah! How are you?" I asked him and both boys look over at me, mainly Dean who looked a bit suspiciously. "I'm doing fine...um, you still working your job, right?" He asked me. "Yeah, yeah...everything okay? That spirit come back?" I asked. "No, no. But...I think there is something weird going on here and I think I need your help....again." Elijah said, a bit nervously.

"Okay, you still living in the same house?" I asked him. "No, I live in Cicero, Indiana." He replied. "Oh, big move for ya from Florida." I joked and he chuckles. "Yeah. I'll text you my address. So, I'll see ya later then?" He asked. "Yeah, see ya." I said. "Good, see ya." Elijah said and I hang up my phone and see the boys staring at me.

"What?" I asked them. "Elijah? Who's Elijah?" Dean asked me and I smirked at him. "Why you ask? You jealous?" I asked him. "No, but I'm very curious as to why a random guy has called my girlfriend?" Dean asked and I laugh. "Okay, Dean don't be jealous, it's not a good look on you." I teased and Dean glares while I hear Sam snickering.

"Anyway, I met Elijah when Dad and I were doing a job about a vengeful spirit. As we were doing this job, Elijah and I got close and we dated for awhile but we eventually parted ways. I hadn't heard from him in like years. I was like sixteen when we dated." I explained.

"What did he want?" Sam asked me. "He said he might have a job for me...or us, I should say, where he lives." I replied. "Where does he live?" Dean asked me. "Cicero, Indiana." I said and Dean has a shock look on his face and the color drains from his face.

"What's wrong, Winchester?" I asked him and he swallows. "Nothing. Everything's fine. It's just I knew a girl that lived there about eight years ago." He replied and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, you afraid I'll run into an ex-girlfriend of yours?" I asked him and he swallows a bit. "Maybe." He said and I laugh. 

"Dean, don't be nervous...I mean, you're about to met one of my ex-boyfriends, if you're wanting to come with that is. Plus what are the chances I'd meet her?" I said and he shrugs. "You're right. Let's go see what you old boy-toy wants." He said and I roll my eyes.

"Maybe when we finish seeing what Elijah has for us, we could go look her up. Her and I could swap embarrassing stories about you." I said and Dean groans and shakes his head while I laugh then lean up and kiss his cheek.

Later, we pull up to Cicero Pines Motel and Dean stops to let Sam out. "Don't wait up for us, Sammy." Dean said and he starts to drive off as Sam was still pulling his bag out of the car, teasing Sam. "Wait, Dean. Dean, you...Dean! " sam said, annoyed, and I turn to Dean and give him a disapproving look. 

"Dean." I said and he sighs then stops as Sam gets the rest of his stuff out. Once he got his stuff out, Dean drives off.

*3rd Person POV*

The couple drives through a suburban development, past houses being newly constructed and a sign for the Morning Hill neighborhood that notes SOLD OUT! "Is this his house?" Dean asked as they pull up to a house. (Y/n) looks out at the address number then at the text Elijah sent. "Yeah, this is the place." She said and they get out of the car and head towards the house.

Dean and (y/n) arrive at Elijah's doorstep, then she ring the doorbell. The door opens to reveal a little curly blonde girl no older than 7 or 8, which comes to a shock to both Dean and (y/n). Both of them begin to wonder did they get the address wrong?

(Y/n) composes herself and starts talking before Dean could. “Hi. Um, does Elijah live here?” She asks. “Yeah. He’s my dad.” The little girl answers. “I'm (y/n). I was friends with your dad in high school. I was wondering if we can talk to him.” (y/n) said. “Really?" The little girl asked and (y/n) nods.

"Dad! You’re friends are here.” The girl calls out to her father. Not a moment later, Elijah, a man with light brown hair and gray eyes, comes in, not noticing (y/n) and Dean's presence as he begins to scold his daughter. “Peyton, what did I say about opening the door to stra—" He started to say but stopped once he saw (y/n).

"(y/n)?” Elijah says, in disbelief.

“Hey, Eli.” (y/n) greets and Elijah stares at her for a moment then turns to his daughter. "Peyton, why don’t you go get ready. I gotta talk to my friends about something” Elijah tells his young daughter. She nods and heads upstairs.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.” Elijah said as he pulls (y/n) into a hug, to which she returns with no hesitation. Dean however couldn’t help but let the feeling of jealousy take over. “You sounded urgent. I had to come see if you were okay.” (Y/n) replied.

Then the sound of someone clearing his throat brought the former couple to attention as they pulled back from their embrace and (y/n) turns to Dean, who gives her a look. “Oh, Elijah. This is Dean Winchester.” she introduced. “Her boyfriend.” Dean added as the two men shake hands, his grip being firm.

"Hey." Elijah said then he turns to (y/n). "Where's your dad? Did he retire?" He asked and (y/n) bites her lips and looks down. "He actually died almost three years ago." She replied and Elijah has a look of shock on his face. "Oh, (y/n), I'm so sorry." Elijah said, apologetically. "It's okay." (Y/n) said and he nods, slightly.

"So, what did you call me for?" She asked him. "Well, it could be nothing, but I think there's something going on around this neighborhood." Elijah said. "Like what?" Dean asked him. "Well, a friend of mine died a few days ago in really bizarre way." Elijah said.

"How bizzare?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, he somehow landed on a handsaw." Elijah replied. "Don't you think he could've just tripped and fall on the saw?" Dean asked him. "No, no. He was very careful. Plus, I noticed there were other men on this area that had died in an accidental manner, like his." Elijah said just as they hear footsteps behind him 

"Daddy! We're gonna be late!" Peyton said as she comes up to him and grabs his hand. "Okay, honey. Grab his present and we'll go." Elijah said to her and she runs towards the back and he turns to the couple.

"Sorry, we have a birthday party to go to. You're welcome to join us." Elijah said. "You sure about that?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, I hate to leave you guys on such short notice, so I think Lisa should be fine with it." Elijah said and Dean's eyes widen about it.

"Lisa? As in Lisa Braeden?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. Why?" Elijah asked him, confused but also shocked Dean knows Lisa, and (y/n) turns to Dean. "Oh, is this the ex-girlfriend you don't want me to meet?" She asked him and he looks down. "Oh, then we'll definitely join you." (Y/n) said and Peyton runs out of the house and Elijah leads the couple to the house.

"So, how old is Peyton?" (Y/n) asked Elijah. "She's seven." He replied. "Wow, someone's getting old." (Y/n) teases as she looks over at the young girl. "I'm not old!" She exclaims and (y/n) chuckles. 

"Where's her mother?" Dean asked Elijah. "Um...well, she died last year. Car accident." Elijah said and (y/n) gives a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Eli." She said and he nods. "It's okay. Peyton here is my rock. She's helped me though tough times. I'd do anything for her." Elijah said as they approach a house, which was decorated with festive balloons.

Elijah rings the doorbell and the door opens to reveal Lisa, a woman in her late twenties, brunette, and very fit. Lisa smiles once she sees Elijah. "Eli!" She exclaims as they go to hug. "Thanks for coming." She said as she pulls back from the hug. "Of course! Wouldn't miss it. Um, these are my friends...I hope you don't mind that they came..." Elijah said as (y/n) nods at Lisa then she turns and sees Dean, who smiles awkwardly.

She stares at him in confusion for a moment, then recognizes him. "Dean!" She greets and Elijah and (y/n) stare between them. "Lisa. How's it going?" Dean said, a bit awkward. "Wow. So, uh, how long has it been?" Lisa asked. "Eight, going on nine years now. Crazy, right?" Dean said. "Yeah." Lisa said then (y/n) holds her hand out to her.

"Hi, I'm (y/n)." She introduced and Lisa smiled and shakes her hand. "Hi." She said as she looks between the two. "I'm sorry, they came up on such short notice and..." Elijah said but Lisa shakes her head. "No, it's fine. Uh, c'mon in." She said and opens the door wider.

Children were running around in the back yard, which is decorated for a kid's birthday party, as Dean, (y/n) and Elijah follow Lisa while Peyton runs out and squeals out to her friends. "Peyton! Don't run!" Elijah said and she slows down her pacing.

"So, uh, who's the party for?" Dean asked Lisa. "Ben. My son." She replies. "Oh. You have a –" Dean started to say and she nods. "Yep." She said and she gestures across the yard to a young boy, wearing a black jacket and jeans, opening presents. "That's him." She said as the boy opens a gift to reveal a CD. 

"Yes! AC/DC rules!" He exclaims and Dean stares at him. "How old –" 

"Eight." Lisa replied, answering Dean's unfinished question, then she looks behind her to see her friend behind her. "Oh, guys, could you excuse me a minute?" She asked and Elijah and (y/n) nods at her while Dean still stares at Ben, stunned.

(Y/n) looks at him then raises her hand and waves it in his face. "Dean? Everything okay? Cat got your tongue?" She asked him as he jumps, slightly, then turns to her. "Uh...no...everything is fine....I'm, uh...I'm gonna go grab some cake..." he trails off and he walks away.

"He alright?" Elijah asked her. "I don't know, honestly." (Y/n) said as she stares after Dean.

Dean was looking at the birthday cake, which has a racecar theme, while two women were sitting in lawn chairs, watching him from behind. "Did you hear Lisa call him Dean?" The brunette woman asked her friend, the redhead. "Yeah. Why?" The second woman asked.

"You don't know about Dean? The Dean. Best-night-of-my-life Dean?" The burnette asked her. "No! Tell me." The redheaded exclaims. "Oh, my god, so, they had this crazy, semi-illegal--" the first woman started to say but she cuts off as she sees Dean turns to them, both women gasp.

"Hi." Dean greets them and the women continue to stare at him with a certain lascivious intensity. "Hi." The burnette said. "Hello." The redhead said as she crunches a piece of celery, loudly and somehow suggestively.

Dean looks at them, feeling uncomfortable, when (y/n) comes up to him. "Hey, you okay? You just seem...off." she said as he turns to her. "Yeah, yeah...I'm fine, sweetheart." He replies then he leans down and kisses her, throwing (y/n) off guard a bit before she kiss him back. 

As they kiss, the two women let out a noise of disappointment. Once they break the kiss, Dean smiles at her then walks away and (y/n) turns and sees the two women sitting nearby. She gives them a friendly smile then walks off as well.

Dean and (y/n) find Ben watching a bounce-house and eating a piece of cake. "What's up?" Ben asked the two. "What's up with you?" Dean asked him just as a woman and her little girl walk by and Ben checks out the girl while Dean looks at the mom for a moment then over at (y/n), who was raising an eyebrow at him.

Then Dean and Ben each take a bite of cake. "So, it's your birthday." (Y/n) said to Ben, questioning. "Guilty." Ben said. "It's a cool party." Dean said. "Dude, it's so freakin' sweet. And this moon bounce – it's epic." Ben exclaims, excitedly.  "Yeah. It's pretty awesome." Dean said, slightly weirded out.

"You know who else thinks they're awesome? Chicks. It's like hot-chick city out there." Ben said as a couple of girls and Peyton walk over to the bounce house and take off their shoes.

Ben smacks Dean on the chest, bro-to-bro. Dean and (y/n) watches bemusedly as Ben sets his cake down and follows Peyton into the moon bounce. "Look out ladies, here comes trouble!" Ben shouts as he goes into bounce house. "Hey, Ben!" Peyton said, smiling.

Meanwhile, (y/n) starts to put two and two together, as she stares at Ben, then looks over at Dean and raises an eyebrow at Dean. "Dean...is there something you'd like to share with me?" She asked and Dean stands there as he does a mental arithmetic, then darts inside the house, knocking things over as he goes, (y/n) following close behind him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I enter the kitchen of Lisa's house as a woman walks past us and heads to her daughter. Lisa and Elijah were standing there, both of them looked worried. "Hey. So, I, uh...met Ben." Dean said while Lisa, distracted, looks at him, nodding absent-mindedly. "Cool kid." Dean said. "Yeah." Lisa said.

"Yeah. ...You know, I couldn't help but notice that, uh, he's turning eight. You and me...you know." Dean said as he gestures between him and her. Elijah and I share a look then I look over at Dean, folding my arms.

Lisa chuckles, as she finally gets what Dean was getting at. "You're not...trying to ask me if he's yours?" Lisa asked him. "No. Nah, of course not." Dean said and we chuckle. "He's not, is he?" Dean asked once we stopped chuckling.

"What?" Lisa asked, startled, slamming the oven door in her surprise and Dean raises his eyebrows. "No." She said, firmly. "Right. Yeah..." Dean mutters then clears throat as he looks outside and I follow his gaze to see him staring at Ben and Peyton playing.

"Katie, sweetheart, we got to go. Okay. Come on." A woman with a little girl as they walk past the kitchen on their way out. "Come on, Katie." She said and they leave.

"Something wrong with your friend?" I asked Lisa, who looks at her worried. "She's been through a lot. Her ex just died in this horrible accident." Lisa said and I look over at Eljiah as he gives me a knowing look.

"Oh, yeah. We just read about that. The, uh, the power saw." I said to her. "Yeah. Guess there's been a lot of bad luck in the neighborhood lately." Lisa said then she turns to Elijah. "Isnt that right, Eli?" She asked and Elijah nods.

"What kind of bad luck?" Dean asked them and they began to go into more detail about it.

"Hello." Sam answers our call as Dean and I sit in the Impala. "Dude, there is a job here." Dean said as he holds the phone up. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah. Elijah told us that a friend of his had died from a power saw." I said. "Oh yeah, I think I read that in the paper earlier." Sam replied.

 "Well...Turns out there's four more that never even made the paper, all in this...Morning Hill gated community. People falling off of ladders and drowning in their Jacuzzis all over the neighborhood." Dean said. "That is weird." Sam said. "Yeah, something's up. Something these nice, big gates can't protect them from." I said as I look around the neighborhood.

Dean and I were walking back to the car, when we noticed Ben and Peyton sitting, sadly, on a park bench. I look over at Dean and give him a concern look, he nods and we head over to the bench and sit next to the kids.

"Hey, kiddos." Dean said to them. "Hey, you two are my dad's friend!" Peyton said. "And you guys were at my party." Ben said. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm Dean and this is (y/n)." Dean said to them. "Everything okay? Something wrong?" I asked the kids then I noticed that Ben is holding an empty case.

Dean and I look out at the field and see a group of four boys playing with a handle video game. "Is that your game they're playing with?" I asked Ben. "Ryan Humphrey borrowed it, and now he won't give it back." Peyton replied.

"Well, you want me to go—" Dean started to say but Ben turns to him. "No! Don't go over there! Only bitches send a grown-up." Ben said, quickly, and Dean shrugs. "You're not wrong." He said. "And I am not a bitch." Ben said, pouting. Dean looks out the boys and pointed at the bigger boy.

"Is that Humphrey? The one that needs to lay off the burgers?" Dean asked and Ben nods, smiling slightly, while Peyton giggles and covers her mouth. Dean hums at this and I look at him, curiously. "Dean, what are you thinking?" I asked him.

Later, Ben walks across the park to the group of boys, who are all bigger than him. He clears his throat loudly and looks back at us, and Dean gives him a thumb’s up.

Ben clears his throat again. "Ryan." Ben said and the kids look up. "I'd like my game back, please." Ben said to the bigger boy. "Fine. Take it back." Ryan said to Ben, threateningly, and the other boys laugh.

Ben looks nervously at the other kids, sighs, then turns as if to leave. "See? Told you guys he was a—" Ryan said then he was cut off as Ben turns back, suddenly, and kicks Ryan hard between the legs.

Ryan crumples to the ground, and Ben takes the game back. Peyton gasped and placed a hand over her mouth while Dean and I look around, smirking. Ben runs back to us, smiling. "Dude, that was awesome!" Ben said as he high-fives Dean then me.

"Benjamin. Isaac. Braeden!" A voice said and we look over and see Lisa and Elijah coming towards us. "What's gotten into you?" Lisa asked Ben. "He stole my game." Ben said a she points at the kid. "So you kick him? Since when is—" Lisa started to say but breaks off, looking at me and Dean.

"Did you two tell my son to beat up that kid?" She asked us, angrily. "What? Somebody had to teach him how to kick the bully in the nads." Dean said. "Who asked you to teach him anything?" Lisa asked him, spiteful. "Just relax." I said to her, calmly.

"What are you even still doing here, Dean? We had one weekend together a million years ago. You don't know me. And you have no business with my son." Lisa growled then she turns to me and glares daggers at me. 

"Lisa, c'mon, they were just helping...." Elijah said to her and she turns her head, sharply. "You're seriously sticking up for them?!" She asked. "Well, they're right about one thing: Ben does need to stand up for himself." Elijah said and Lisa stares at him, disbelief, before she scoffs. "Would you teach Peyton this behavior?!" She asked him. "Only to defend herself." Elijah said and Lisa scoffs again.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" She growls and she stalks over to Ben and grabs him to walk off with him. "Lisa." Dean said and Lisa turns to him. "Just leave us alone." She yells at him and they begin to leave, but Ben pulls out of her grip and runs back to give Dean an impulsive hug.

"Ben!" Lisa yells as Ben hugs Dean. "Thanks." He said to Dean and I give a fond smile at this. Then Ben turns to me and hugs me too, I hug back and pat his head before he runs back to Lisa and they leave. "I'll talk to her." Elijah said to us and he grabs Peyton's hand and the two follow Lisa and Ben.

Dean and I watch them, speculatively, until we notice three children with creepy stares watching. "Well, that's not creepy at all." I said to Dean, who nods.

Later, we make our way back to the hotel to see Sam at his computer, doing research. "Something's wrong with the kids in this town." Dean said to him. "Yeah. Tell me about it. So, what do you guys know about changelings?" Sam asked us.

"Evil monster babies?" Dean asked. "No, not necessarily babies." Sam said and I started to realize something. "They're kids. Creepy, stare at you like you're lunch kids?" I asked. "Yeah. There's one at every victim's house." Sa. 

After Sam went out to do some snooping, Sam was seated on the bed, as Dean and I prepare a kerosene torch. "So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. Y'know, there were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood." Sam explained.

"The changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" Dean asked. "Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks." Sam said.

"And then there's dad and the babysitter." I pointed out. "Yeah. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead." Sam said as Dean holds up the torch. "And fire's the only way to waste them?" He asked and Sam nods. "Yup."

"Great. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That'll play great with the neighbors." Dean said, sarcastically, and Sam rolls his eyes.

"What about the real ones? What happens to them?" I asked Sam. "According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there." Sam said. "We better start looking." I said then Dean looks up, as if he realized something.

"So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?" Dean asked Sam. "Yep." Sam replied and Dean and I exchange a worried look. "We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone." Dean said. "Well Dean, if the real kids are still alive, we don't have time. We—" Sam started to explain but I talk over him. "We have to." I said.

Later, after stopping by Lisa's house, Dean goes to talk to her but he comes back over to me and Sam as we stand by the Impala. "They took Ben. He's changed." Dean said and we look at him, shocked. "What?! Are you sure?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, I'm sure. I checked his windowsill." Dean replied.

"Blood?" I asked him, worried. "I don't think it is blood, and I think I know where the kids are." Dean said and I pull out my phone. "I'll see if I can get Elijah to watch over her." I said to the boys and I dialed Eli's number.

Later, after I convinced Elijah to watch over Lisa, we pull up to a semi-finished home where there's a large mound of dirt resided. We get out of the car and Sam picks some up and inspects it on his fingers.

"Red dirt. That's what was on the window." Sam said. "Ah, you take the front. (Y/n) and I'll go around." Dean said and we nod and head inside. We wander about with flashlights when I heard a noise in the basement. I give Dean and look and we nod then we go to inspect, finding a series of cages, each containing abducted kids. Dean then sees Ben.

"Ben...Ben...it's okay. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" He said and he goes to open the cage while I move around the cages and I see a red haired woman in one cage and a bunch of kids in other cages. Once getting Ben out, Dean pulls him out of the cage and hugs him and I give a fond smile at this.

"Come on. Let's go." Dean said as he sets Ben down and ruffles his hair. "All right, come on." I said to them then Dean and I break open the cages and we, including Ben, help the children out. "It's okay. You’re gonna get out of here, all right? Hurry!" Ben said to his peers.

"Come on, girls! Come on! Keep moving, keep moving." I said once I released two girls from the cage and we began to run towards the window. "Okay, everybody back! Everybody back!" Dean said and he clears off a windowsill and prepares to smash the glass.

Ben then helps us to usher the other kids away. "Cover your eyes!" I warned them and Dean breaks the window with a plank of wood, and begins to brush the glass off. Ben takes off his jacket and hands it to me. "Here. Use this." He said and I nod at him then hand the jacket to Dean and he places it on the windowsill.

"All right. All right, Ben. Come on. Come on." Dean encourages the kids and they began to climb out. "Him first." Ben said as he points at a kid and they climb out. "Hey! Guys! There's a mother." Sam yells at us as he runs down into the room. "A mother changeling?" I asked. "Yeah. We got to get these kids out quick." Sam said and we hurry them out. "Right there, right there. There's one more. You got to break the lock!" I said to Sam as I point to the cage with the woman inside.

"I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive – so the mom can snack on them." Sam said and he goes to free the red headed woman. "There. Come on, I gotcha." He said then the woman screams and we turn to see the mother changeling, which looked like the woman, behind her.

Dean goes flying and lands on his back, groaning in pain. The Changeling Mom turns around and Sam has the flamethrower and a lighter. She kicks the lighter out of his hand, then roundhouse kicks him again, then throws a few punches and generally kicks his ass, before throwing him across the room.

I grab a 2x4 and smack her with it but then she punches and knocks me down. "Ben, get them out of here!" I yelled as Dean gets up and clocks the Changeling Mom with a brick. Dean and I fight the Changeling for bit before she turns to see Sam with the torch. He flicks it on and burns her to a crisp with Dean's homemade torch. 

Later, we drive Ben back home and he runs out to hug his mom as we see her, Elijah and Peyton outside of his house. "Ben?! Ben! Baby, are you okay?" Lisa asked in a panicked. "I'm okay, Mom." Ben said. "Oh, my God." Lisa said, sobbing. Then Peyton hugs Ben for a moment then Eljiah goes to hug Ben as well. 

"Hey, buddy." He said as Lisa looks over at us. "What the hell just happened?" She asked. "We'll explain everything if you want us to, but, trust me, you probably don't. The important thing is, is that Ben's safe." Dean said and Elijah turns to Lisa. "You might want to listen to them." He said and she nods then turns to us.

"Thank you." She said and she hugs Dean then hugs me. "Thank you." She said, appreciatevly. "I'm gonna give you guys some time." Sam said and we nod at him. "Come on." Lisa said and she leads the way back into the house and Dean, Elijah, Peyton and I follow.

Later, Ben and Peyton were sitting at the kitchen table talking and playing a portable game while us adults were in the hallway. "Changelings?" Lisa asked us, suspiciously and confused. "You know how I never mentioned my job? This is my job." Dean said to her. "I so didn't want to know that." Lisa said then she turns to Elijah.

"Did you know about this?" She asked him and Elijah looks down. "Yeah, I knew this was their job. That's how (y/n) and I met as I was involved with one of her jobs years ago." Elijah said and Lisa stares at him for a moment then looks down before she looks at Ben.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" She asked. "Yeah. I think he'll be fine." Dean said then he sighs and turns to Lisa. "Okay, seriously...I mean, you're a hundred percent sure that he is not mine, right?" He asked and Lisa smiles. "You're off the hook. I did a blood test when he was a baby." She replied.

"Oh." Dean said. "There was this guy – some bar back in a biker joint." She replied and Dean gives her a look. "What? I had a type. Leather jacket, couple of scars, no mailing address? I was there. Guess I was a little wild back then." Lisa said then she looks at Ben. "Before I became a mom." She said then she turns back to Dean. "So yeah. You can relax." She said. "Good." Dean said.

"Plus, I got a good man here to help me take care of him." Lisa said as she looks over at Elijah and takes his hand, making Dean and I look between them. Elijah gives an embarrassed and shy smile at this. "We haven't really gone public yet as we just started this up but...yeah, we're together." Elijah said and I smiled at him.

"Well, congrats, Eli. You deserve it." I said and he nods. "Thanks, (y/n). I'm glad I got to see you." He said and I nod. "Me too." I said and wr hug each other then I look over at Lisa and smile at her. "Take care of him." I said and she nods while Elijah turns to Dean.

"And you take good care of this woman." Elijah said to Dean and Dean nods. "Of course, that's the plan." He said and he takes my hand and we head out.

We walk out of the house when Dean looks back out towards the window and I follow his gaze to see him looking through the window at Ben, wistfully. "Dean, you okay?" I asked him. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." He said. 

"You sure? Ever since Lisa said that Ben wasn't yours, you seem disappointed." I said and he sighs. "Yeah, I don't know. It's weird, you know her life...I mean, this house and a kid...it's not my life. Never will be. With what's happened to me recently, and the situation I'm in– you start to think, you know. I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car?" He asked and I give him a sad look before I cup his face in my hands and stroke his cheek with my thumb.

"I don't know. Ben may not be your kid, but...he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. That's a lot if you ask me. And I'm sure it meant alot to Lisa." I said. Dean smirks a bit then he looks through the window then back to me. "I would've been proud to have been his dad." He said and I smiled at him.

"I know you would've. I think any kid would be proud you were their dad " I said. Dean smiles then I lean up and kissed him and he kisses me back. "C'mon, let's go have some fun together, just you and me." I said and Dean smiles again. "I'd like that." He said and we head off.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

[90s-belladonna]

Mirio with a strange s/o just does things that no one understands. Generally a confusing weirdy but Mirio has the fastest crush on them (everyone knows but they're waiting for Mirio to spill the beans). ❤️

Wanderlust Oddity: Mirio Togata x Strange Reader

-Reader Data-

Hero Name: Slash (GnR stans reveal yourselves pls)

Quirk: Blades (can turn their hands and feet or individual fingers into blades at will)

Costume Description: light gray faux leather midthigh shorts catsuit with short sleeves and small/light pastel purple and pastel yellow markings(your logo maybe idk it’s up to you), pastel purple cape, pastel yellow utility belt, pastel yellow ankle boots, & long pastel yellow gloves (probably up to your elbows). Your boots and gloves transform along with your quirk.

Mirio Togata was always one to try and befriend everyone he came across, and he always succeeded in his mission of friendliness, that is until (full name) came along. It’s not like they were rude or anything, they were just not all the way there, always in their own little world, only really focusing on the real world when it came to training or school work.

Every morning they’d absentmindedly greet their friends with a “good afternoon” and in the afternoon they’d greet people with a “goodnight” it’s not that they were ignorant but they were always preoccupied with their daydreams or the world around them, they were never really one for deep conversations about gossip or every day life from what Mirio could tell from just observing his odd classmate. Everyone knew (name) was a bit weird but no one ever really commented on it.

“Hey (name)! Want to study for the upcoming test together?” Mirio eagerly asked the wanderlust hero hopeful in their first year in hopes of getting some one on one time with them, by this point he had already succeeded in befriending everyone in the class... except them.

Although instead of replying (name) got up from their desk and walked towards the front of the semi empty classroom to pick up a lady bug which somehow made it’s way inside the class. Mirio watched from a far as (name) opened one of the windows in their class and let the small insect fly off. He watched as they looked longingly out the window, as if wishing that they too could fly far away. Mirio smiled at the sight and walked away, knowing (name) hadn’t processed a single word he’d uttered.

Throughout his first year he kept trying to befriend his zen classmate but kept failing, with them either not being able to meet his gaze or not hearing him. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the fact that he couldn’t befriend them kind of irked the blonde.

Although his second year at UA he’d managed to make some sort of progress due to Present Mic assigning them a partner project together for English class about half way though the year. “Good luck Togata, (lastname) may be cute but they’re a bit of an airhead.” Yuyu teased the blonde. “n-not r-really. They h-have some o-of the b-best g-grades in o-our c-class” Tamaki corrected the short haired girl. “Mirio can’t relate.” Nejire teased, alluding to the blonde’s terrible grades.

The project took about two weeks and they spent most of that time in (name)’s house. Mirio found their house to be quite normal. Their room however was a completely different story, it was full of well cared for plants, books about gardening, supernatural romances, self care, and paganism, the room was adorned by colorful crystals, as well as what looked like a table turned into a shrine for the occult. “Not to be intrusive but why is there a knife on your table (name)?” Mirio asked one day out of no where. Little did he know that this one question would lead to him bonding with the classmate he longed to be friends with.

“That’s an athame. It’s supposed to be there.” the (hair color)ette shyly replied. “Oh. Why?” The curious boy asked as he admired the shrine. “Umm it’s a ceremonial blade. I’m a Wiccan. That’s my altar.” (Name) timidly explained, nervous that the usually jolly boy would judge them or think they were weird like others who knew about their religion. “That’s cool. It’s good to be different. Maybe you can tell me about it sometime.” The blonde offered as he admired (name)’s room once more. “maybe.” (Name) mumbled and quickly turned around in order to hide the blush now adorning their cheeks from their blonde guest.

Once the project was done with, Mirio and (name) began having small conversations every once in a while, although they could still not look him in the eyes. He found this tendency quite intriguing since it reminded him of his best friend. “Do you think (name) is shy or just has anxiety?” Mirio asked his bestfriend. “b-both. I’ve s-seen them t-tr- tremblingly before class p-presentations.” Tamaki informed the blonde. Mirio just hummed and kept an eye on (name) whenever they had to do something out of their comfort zone, luckily for the rest of the year they didn’t have to do any presentations.

Once their third year began however one of their first projects for history class involved public speaking, Mirio had caught (name) freaking out after school and instantly went to go be there for them. “(Name). I’m going to hug you okay.” He informed his classmate who was just a trembling mess, teeth chattering and all. “o-ok-kay” (name) managed to let out as tears threatened to leave their eyes. Mirio just enveloped his classmate in his arms in an attempt to help them through their panic attack.

He couldn’t help but take in their scent, they smelled of a mix of chamomile, lavender, and roses. He felt as their shaking began to decrease and gently ran his hand through their hair. “It’s going to be okay. Just remember that everyone wants you to do well. No one wants to see you fail okay.” Mirio had grown used to reciting these words for his best friend, one could say he was an expert at helping people through anxiety attacks. “thank you.” (Name) whispered as they finally stopped shaking.

“Sorry for wasting your time.” The shy hero hopeful added. “You could never.” Mirio mumbled as he held them tighter despite knowing they didn’t need it anymore, although maybe he did, because in that moment he couldn’t help but think about all the odd things (name) did and how adorable he seemed to find them. Could I possibly have a crush? he asked himself as he watched (name) wave him goodbye with a shy smile tugging at the corner of their lips. “I definitely have a crush.” he whispered out loud to himself as he watched his odd yet beautiful classmate walk away with googly eyes and a goofy smile on his face.

As the year went on Mirio tried to flirt with them but he was too sweet and it often came out as him being overly friendly, that and (name) was to dense and detached from reality to realize he was crushing on them. It got so bad that he couldn’t even focus during training. “Am I doing something wrong Togata?” (Name) asked the blonde as they grabbed him by his cape and yanked him towards the ground. “You? Wrong? Never.” Mirio dreamily stated as he laid on the ground and admired his crush. (Name) furrowed their brows together before leaning down and placing their hand against his forehead. “You don’t have a fever.... so it must be me. I’ll ask Snipe sensei to let us switch partners so you can be with someone more challenging.” (Name) suggested as they removed their hand from his forehead. “Wait no!” Mirio exclaimed which caused everyone to look his way.

“Something wrong Lemillion? Slash?” Snipe asked the pair in an exhausted tone, it was apparent even to him that the future number one hero had a crush on the blade hero, that’s the main reason he kept pairing them together during hero training, in hopes that Mirio would confess and would stop acting so weird around (name). “Not at all sir, just a bit out of it today.” Lemillion explain as he yanked Slash onto the ground by their cape as payback for their previous cheap shot at him. “Just today?” Yuyu teased with a giggle knowing that the blonde was always out of it when (name) was around.

Around the time the students moved into dorms Mirio had it bad. He couldn’t take not confessing anymore but for once he had a fear, he feared being rejected by them. So he opted for sliding cute little notes under their dorm’s door every morning before school. Everyone but (name) knew what he was up to, he wasn’t really sneaky despite his quirk. (Name) never mentioned the notes, Mirio thought it was because they weren’t reading them but really (name) just thought they were an awful prank, no one had ever had a crush on them. Sure they were conventionally good looking but their maladaptive daydreaming, aloof nature and odd personality made it hard for anyone to truly make a connection with them. (Name) didn’t mind though, they found spiraling throughout their dreams to be quiet relaxing and stress reducing.

The notes thing went on for a while until Mirio lost Sir Nighteye and his quirk, then the notes stopped. He was too sad to write anything, too broken to focus on his crush. It was like his world stopped, he was drowning and no one could tell. (Name) noticed though, despite their detachment from reality they always noticed how hard the blonde and his two best friend, Nejire and Tamaki, worked to improve their quirks and be the best heroes they could possibly be. This must be killing him. Loosing his quirk, his sensei, and his dream. (name) thought to themselves.

The next morning, (name) knocked on Mirio’s dorm door. “Togata. It’s (Last name). I brought you some stuff. I understand if you don’t wish to speak at the moment, I’ll just leave them outside.” (Name) announced after having waited for a bit. They were just about to set the stuff down when Mirio opened the door. Normally he would have let anyone else leave but it was (name), his crush, and he knew how rare it was for them to snap back to reality long enough to want to socialize. So despite his looming depression he pushed himself to open that door.

“(Last name). Hey.” The blonde greeted in a fake happy tone, one that very little people aside from his dad, Nejire, and Tamaki could tell was false. (Name) gave the boy a sad smile before announcing the reason for their visit. “I know you’ve been having a hard time lately so I baked you some cookies and made you a protection charm, as well as brought you a few books, mostly manga and comics, as well as self discovery books, that I thought might help cheer you up, even if it’s just for a few minutes.” (Name) spoke shyly, their eyes fixated on the ground, too timid to meet Mirio’s blue orbs. “You baked for me? And made me a protection charm? And took the time to pick books out for me?” Mirio asked dumbstruck. Usually he was the one trying to cheer others up, he’d never been on the receiving end of that other than with Tamaki.

“Yeah.. Umm if it’s weird we can just forget it, I didn’t mean to impose.” (Name) timidly spoke as they began to turn around, too embarrassed to stay any longer. “No! That’s not it at all. It’s sweet.” Mirio informed them as he placed his hand on their shoulder. “Why though? I- I don’t understand why you’d go out of your way to be kind to me.” Mirio explained, He’d never really thought (name) was the nurturing type when it came to other humans, animals sure but he’d never actually seen them comfort anyone, all of their friends were pretty stoic so there was never a need for nurturing them.

“I know me being friendly is totally out of the woodwork, maybe you don’t remember because of how insignificant that moment was, but once you helped me through an anxiety attack. It meant the world to me Togata, you were there for me. You were my hero. So I’ll be here for you, whatever it is you need okay.” and in that moment (name) finally managed to meet his eyes for more than five seconds at a time. “Woah. You’re beautiful.” They thought out loud, an action which caused Mirio to blush. “I think you are too.” The blonde whispered as he pulled in his crush for a hug. “I- I d-didn’t mean t-to say t-that out l-loud.” (name) whispered as their body began to shake from nervousness. “It’s okay. I’m glad you did.” Mirio spoke before kissing their forehead.

“What do you say about coming in and finishing these bad boys with me?” Mirio asked as he held up the cookie container. “t-that’d b-be lovely.” (Name) replied, still shaking but not as much as before. the rest of the day was spent talking about anything and everything, mostly astrology for some reason.

“Okay but what’s in these? They’re amazing! Real different from other pumpkin spice cookies I’ve had.” Mirio asked (name) as he held up the last cookie to his face before devouring it. “Oh.. they’re vegan, and gluten free. I wasn’t sure if you were allergic to anything so I didn’t want to take any chances.” (Name) explained. Mirio couldn’t help but fight back the blush creeping up on his cheeks. “that’s really thoughtful. You’re really thoughtful.” Mirio realized, (name) was one to live in their daydreams and not be aware of the real world but that didn’t mean they didn’t care.

”thanks. I try. I umm, I have such a deadly quirk, I feel like I have to make up for it in some way or at least do some good with it.” (Name) explains. “You’re a great person and I think that should be enough (name), heck that’s the reason I fell for you and wrote you all those love notes.” Mirio confessed, (name)’s eyes widened at the realization. “t-that was you? those were s-serious? They w-weren’t a p-prank?” (Name) asked a bit taken back by Mirio’s confession. He was the coolest guy in school, they couldn’t wrap their mind around the fact that he could possibly have a crush on someone as odd as them. “Why would they be a prank? You’re a wanderlust oddity. unique, beautiful, smart, strong, imaginative... how could anyone not fall for you?” Mirio asked honestly. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not exactly the most normal person around. Heck I tend to tune out most of what people say. That and I’m pretty boring.” (Name) admitted, still confused at the fact that THE MIRIO TOGATA had a crush on them.

“We just had one of the most captivating and realest conversations I’ve ever had in my life just a few minutes ago. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit. Yeah you tend to daydream more than anything and you’ll walk off in the middle of conversations to go pick up bugs, and yeah you may get your greetings confused but you’re cooky and funny given the chance and your smile honestly lights up even the darkest days, nothing you could say could get me to stop liking you. You interest me a lot (name).” The blonde informed the (color)ette, never once breaking his intense gaze.

“that’s crazy.” (Name) whispered. “Maybe. Or maybe you don’t see yourself the way I see you. I think you’re utter perfection.” He said as he took a step closer to them. “What if I’m not what you think you want?” (Name) asked, their breathing growing heavier. “Impossible.” Mirio murmured as he cupped their face. “a-are y-you g-going t-to k-kiss m-me?” (name) nervously asked. “only if you want me to. Do you want me to? You can say no (name).” he whispered, his bravery quickly depleting, the fear of their rejection looming around him. (Name) looked up at him and thought back to all their interactions, all the notes, now seeing them in a new light. “I do.” (Name) spoke confidently as they placed their hands over Mirio’s, which were cupping their cheeks.

Mirio smiled before pulling them in, finally doing what he’d been wanting to do for oh so long. the kiss was short but sweet, his signature lemon taste mixed with theirs of lavender and it was like a dream. now I see why they live in day dreams. he thought to himself as they pulled apart. “Do you still like me?” (name) asked, nervous that the boy may have changed his mind. “even more than before.” Mirio answered as he pulled them in for another hug.

The following day in class everyone seemed to visibly relax when they saw the new couple walk in hand in hand, snipe Sensei may have even smiled but that cannot be confirmed not denied, but he definitely smiled. “So I was thinking we could do a double date after class and go to the tea house that just opened up just a few blocks from here.” Nejire informed the new couple as she enveloped her girlfriend in a hug. Yuyu gasped as she leaned in to admire Mirio’s protection charm. “Cute necklace! Where’d you get it?” She asked excitedly. “It’s a protection charm actually, (name) made it for me!” Mirio said with a smile, one of the first real ones he’d shown in a while. “Pleaseeeee make me one.” Yuyu asked as she turned to face (name). “Yeah, sure.” (Name) replied as their cheeks filled with a blush. “Tamaki and me too please? We’ve been taking terrible beating lately, we need all the protection we can get.” Nejire asked as she began to hug her anxious friend. “Sure!” (Name) replied, still nervous but happy that Mirio’s friends didn’t hate them. Slowly but surely Mirio would help them gain confidence in themselves and they’d help Mirio regain his happiness.

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[PR] Who Disdains, Wants to Buy

Author’s Notes | Notes Universe | Vikings Pairing | Bully! Ivar x Kinky! Reader Info | Modern AU, University AU, Dark! Ivar, requested by @funmadnessandbadassvikings through ko-fi Words | 1894 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, woman humiliation, hardcore sex, Dub! Con, physical abuse, Male! Dom Kink. +18. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering!

"Good morning, weirdie!"

There he was. You were already thinking the corridor was too calm and the day was too peaceful to be real, but the wild pull in your ponytail remembered you that the days would never be peaceful while he was still studying in the same school you were.

"Ponytail today? Thank you for making my work easier, girl. Ya know, easier to ride" he said, pulling your hair and parting your ponytail as if it was a pair of reins, simulating the movement he would do if he was riding a horse, causing those laughs you hated so bad.

Ivar Ragnarsson and his brothers... You could exclude Ubbe from the troupe since being the older one was kinda making these jokes not so funny for him anymore. But the other three were dismissable to humanity and Ivar was the worse of them.

Sometimes you caught yourself thinking how a man who used crutches could be so mean with the others around him? Shouldn't he identify himself with the weaker and be nice or at least sociable?

Not Ivar... Not that bastard everyone knew for his ruthlessness. He had to be mean, maybe to pull out all the anger he had for walking with crutches as he did, maybe just for fun, whatever. But you were his favorite target of the year. And you knew exactly why...

"Let me go, Ivar! God damn it!" you cursed, pulling your ponytail from his hands, embracing your books and trying to open your locker to put them in.

But his heavy hand landed over the metal door, closing it with a slam as soon as you opened the locker.

"Stop it," you said, trying to open it again just to almost lose a finger when he slammed the door one more time "Stop! Leave me alone, Ivar!"

"What if I don't want to, un, weirdie?" he said and came closer, causing you to turn with your back to the locker, seeing how close he was, walking back the few steps before your entire body shocked with the lockers' wall.

His predatory eyes - a quite deep and intense pair of blues - deeply into yours, causing you to swallow dry.

"T-Then I... I shall call the monitors!" you launched, trying to escape from him walking aside, being immediately blocked by his crutch.

When you tried to walk to the other side, his hand landed heavily in the wall, blocking your way and reducing the space between his body and yours. The heat causing your heart to accelerate as if you were a scared bird caged by a cat in a dead end trap.

He laughed. Your fear was a treat for him. You knew that, better than anyone.

"She'll call the monitors..." he said to Hvitserk and Sigurd that were leaning at the other side of the corridor, watching.

Hvitserk had that malicious smile in his face, vicious and almost scary. Sigurd rolled his eyes: it wasn't his favorite spectacle, but he wasn't also interested in helping the bird in a cage.

"She thinks I give a fucking damn for those skinny pieces of shit," he said, causing Hvitserk to chuckle and Sigurd to sigh.

"Ivar... Let's go." Ubbe's voice sounded in the door and the other two got away from the wall, starting to walk towards the school exit.

But Ivar still shortened the space between you two a little more, causing you to wince, whimpering in fear, waiting for a bite or anything painful when he leaned his face towards the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear.

"See you later, weirdie," he said, softly kissing the skin near your collar, pulling back just to laugh at the way you were shrunk like a little child ready to piss in your own panties under your skirt.

You slid through the lockers after he took some distance, vanishing to the parking with his brothers, allowing you to breathe again. Cursing the physical education classes to come, you locked your books into the locker, still shaking when you walked towards the sports court. It was like this the entire year: pulling your hair, calling you weirdie, lifting your skirt, pulling the back of your bra just to snap it against your back. He just didn't stop. Ivar Ragnarsson had the time of his life bullying you and for what?

You knew for what... For the fear in your eyes was his pleasure. The same fear you had now, seeing that all the girls had already left the locker room when you finished your bath and you were all alone there. It had happened before. So as the metal sound that came into the locker room causing you to try to get dressed faster. It happened before just as the warm body shocking yours against the lockers in front of you, locking you between the cold metal doors and the warmth behind you.

The strong and rough hand running your thigh under your skirt you barely had time to close, sinking his fingers into your womanhood without permission after pulling your panties painfully aside.

"Stop it" you cried.

Your eyes teary, wetting your face as you could feel his fingers forcing your entrance, invading your body. A pair of them, sliding against each other, spreading your shameful wetness all over his hand.

"Why should I, weirdie?" his voice sounded before you could feel his teeth brushing against your marked skin. His bite marks all over the crook of your neck and your shoulder, reminding you how many times you ceded for his wild desire. "You like it... don't you?"

"Please..." you cried again.

A part of you knew it wasn't right. It couldn't be. But he was right...

"Please what? Do you want me to stop, weirdie?" he said, pulling his fingers out of your throbbing walls and so your hand held his in the middle of your legs opening a beautiful smile in Ivar's face that you could see through the metal surface where you were leaned in.

"Please don't..." your voice cried softly, getting one of those guttural grunts from his throat.

He was horny. You could feel his hardness pressed against your butt when he sunk his fingers into you once again, carelessly.

"I made you a question, weirdie... Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes..." you answered, feeling when he pressed his fingers deeper into you, getting a moan from your lips and your answer louder "Yes, Ivar!"

"So ask for it..." he growled.

You felt the shame filling you like a wave when your core started to heat. Due to your silence, he teased you stronger, sliding his thumb over your clit, provoking electrical shivers in your body and short moans in your mouth.

"Ask." he demanded, and you closed your eyes.

"Fuck me..." you almost whispered.

"Louder." he said, harshly "You know the right way to get it, weirdie... How do you get what you want, uh?"

"Please..." you begged, but he pressed his thumb against your clit and growled, annoyedly demanding with a harsher tone.

"Say the words!"

"Fuck your little weird bitch!" you answered him, loud and clear this time, getting a devilish smile in his face when he forced his fingers into you in a delicious pace, building your orgasm in a few circles of his finger over your clit.

"Here is my good girl," he said, taking his fingers away from your throbbing pussy, bring them into his mouth, sucking your juices from his fingers as if they were a treat he liked to lick "You're a sticky mess down here, little weirdie"

You tried to turn around, to see his face, but all you felt was his hand on your ponytail once again, this time, grabbing and tugging it harder, literally guiding your body against the lockers by holding it.

"Who told you to turn, uh, weird little bitch?" his voice sounded near your ear, causing shivers down your spine "You like it, don't you? The way you just have to lift your pretty ass to have my cock deeply sunk into this pretty tight little pussy you have... Go on, weirdie, lift this little ass for me"

You did as he said. You always do as he says. This stupid kink would end up killing you in his hands. You knew that. But everything, every consciousness just disappeared when you felt his cock stretching your inner walls that delicious way.

"So fucking tight!"

Every drop of shame seemed to go away when his body was shocking against yours, bouncing your body noisily against the lockers, not even trying to fake there wasn't a couple fucking inside that locker room. Wildly.

"Is it good, little weirdie? Uh? Is it good??"

Those damn asks, causing you to confess your crimes in moans only he could take from you. No one else knew your little kinky secret...

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Ivar! Fuck me harder!!"

No one else would understand.

"Cum for me, little bitch"

No one else would pull your hair like that. Ivar was using your loving ponytail as a strap to pull your body against his, shocking his hips harder and harder against your butt, creating a snapping sound that was echoing louder and louder into the locker room.

So as your moans were louder and louder.

"Fuck... Ivar... I gonna cum!"

You probably did it on purpose. Warning him you were about to cum caused him to pull your ponytail strongly, bringing your back against his chest so he could sink his teeth on the crook of your neck, creating one more bite mark. Causing you the delicious balance between pain and pleasure that always made you cum around his cock that violent way, clenching him inside you, wetting both of you with your juices quite before the taste of your blood could make him cum into you. The thick ropes of his seed coating your walls as he was licking the new wound you would have to hide beneath the long sleeve shirts he was used to mocking you for wearing all the time.

"Clean your mess, little weirdie" he demanded, pushing you down to your knees.

Using your ponytail to guide the rhythm of your mouth all over his length until he could come one more time into your lips.

He got dressed as he always did, not showing a single sign of what you two just finished, licking his lips from the blood stains you left on him.

"Go take a bath, weirdie... You're filthy" he giggled walking with his crutch noisily towards the door, stopping there just to look back at you.

The shame of your dirty kinks starting to hit you harder in those damn blue eyes.

"By the way, you should use ponytails more often," he said before leaving.

You held yourself, covering the bite wound in your shoulders with your fingers. The smell of sex and blood causing you to repeat like a mantra in your own head.

"Never again... never again..."

"Good morning, weirdie... Look who's wearing reins once again!" Ivar said at the corridor, pulling your loving ponytail as if he was riding a horse.

You held your books tightly in your hands and caught the hidden words in his smile.

You were weird. Weirdie. His filthy little weirdie. You always would be.

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