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krystalites · 3 years

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wayv members reacting to you pecking their lips to shut them up

anon requested: kk! First ask on the way~ WayV reaction to their s/o pecking their lips while they talk to shut them up?

genre: crack (?), tiny bit angst, fluff, soft members

word count: 1,6k

a/n: I would like to apologize for probably making you wait for so long. I never actually got the notification and for some reason I never checked my inbox.. Also, my first reaction ever! Yay! I hope you guys like this since English is not my first-language, and I'm still learning. Enjoy!

⌜ kun ⌟

"and them not listening to me just annoyed me more-"

Kun had been ranting about his members for what felt like forever now. No offense to him, you loved hearing his angelic voice and could listen to it for hours but you had been very boyfriend starved lately. All you wanted to do was to cuddle your adorable boyfriend. Though, you just let him rant because you knew he needed it sometimes. He kept talking for a bit more and it went actually well. But all of sudden, you just felt like you couldn't wait anymore.

"So I snapped and-"

Kun's eyes widened as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. He smiled when you pulled away and wrapped his arms around your face, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. He placed a gentle, barely-there kiss on your neck. He inhaled your scent heavily, taking as much as he can. Kun lived for moments like this and they were his favorites out of all the moments he shared with you.

"You could've told me you were bored!" he scolded you jokingly.

⌜ ten ⌟

You really thought it would be a great idea to cook with your boyfriend but all he did was sitting on the counter as you did all the job. He was making these weird vegetable puns he found on the internet. Even though they were funny, you had been listening to this for almost an hour now.

"Hey, babe?" Oh, you heard this kind of babe before. The kind of babe he uses to tease you.

"No puns Chi, no puns." To give a threatening aura, you slowly raised the wooden spoon that you were using to stir the haricot beans in the pot. Ten chuckled and put his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"I swear it's not a pun." You could sense the mischievous tone in his voice, yet you decided to ignore it.

"I just wanted to say that you’re a wonderful human bean-" His joke was cut off by your lips on his. When you quickly pulled away and continued stirring, he smiled at himself. He was feeling something that he felt for the first time in his life. He sure kept making puns just so you could keep shutting him up with your lips.

⌜ winwin ⌟

Sicheng was very excited about WayV's comeback. He had been talking about the M/V, the outfits, the choreography, the song for days. Right now, you were in the living room, as he kept talking about the comeback while you were trying to get his attention. You kept cutting his words off but he never actually heard you, despite sitting right in front of you.

"-oh and the choreography is so cool! It matches the whole aesthetic perfectly."

"Sicheng I broke your favorite mug."

"The outfits are kind of revealing but I wanna step out of my comfort zone so I really like them!"

"I burned the stuff in our memory box."

"Everyone else looks very good too!"

"Sicheng I'm breaking up with you."

That's it, you thought.

"They wanna dye my hair but I don't know if I want my hair to be dyed-" He was cut off by your lips, which were gone barely a second later. Sicheng opened and closed his mouth a few times, obviously wanting to say something but not being able to say it.

"I think I got a bit too excited," he finally managed to say and mumbled, "Can I get another one though?"

⌜ lucas ⌟

You rubbed your eyes and leaned over to your phone resting on your nightstand. With a little click on the power button and the overly bright screen, you read 02.38 am. Yukhei was obviously still in-game with the dreamies, as you could hear him yelling in the room right next to you. With a groan, you got up and slipped your shirt on. You were sleeping topless since it was summer and very hot, but his camera could be on when you entered the room. You walked to his room, not even bothering to knock since his door was wide open. If you're going to yell at two in the morning, at least shut the door you thought. Entering the room, you saw Yukhei furiously clicking on his mouse and keyboard. You walked up to him as he kept yelling at the dreamies over his microphone.

"Donghyuck he's right on your le-" He suddenly stopped clicking, trying to process what the hell just happened. You had bent his head backward and pecked his lips, then left casually as if you didn't just cause him to blush. He quickly gathered his thoughts and mumbled a quick excuse and apology to the dreamies. Turning his computer off and running to your shared room, all he could do was thinking of you two cuddling and kissing, giggling like a high school girl at the thought of that.

⌜ xiaojun ⌟

You and Xiaojun started dating a few weeks ago, so your relationship was still very fresh. Being an idol and living with 6 other males sure gave him a lot to talk about. His talkative nature didn't really help with that. You guys were on another date, at your house. You were making popcorn for your movie night since you guys couldn't go out risking Xiaojun's career just like that. Xiaojun was helping you by preparing some drinks he saw on YouTube a few days ago.

"Then Ten threw his slipper to Yukhei for calling him a garden dwarf!" You laughed and glanced at him. He looked so happy telling you about the guys. As if he was telling you about his family, which you were sure it was at this point. You were having a great time, but Xiaojun had a curfew that he was supposed to not pass. Even though you knew it wasn't intentional, he kept talking and stopping what he was doing to show you what happened with his gestures. You thought maybe if you waited 10 minutes, he would just stop. But of course, he didn't. After thinking of a nice way to cut him off, you finally thought of something.

"Ten chased Yukhei around the dorm like tha-" You pecked his lips, pulled away, and smiled.

"I love hearing you talk Junnie, but I really want to watch this movie before your curfew ends."

He snapped out of the little shock state he was in and quickly began to stir the drinks, which he was supposed to do 10 minutes ago. While stirring, he giggled and shook his head. The fact that the first kiss you two shared being an 'i will kiss you to shut you up' kind of kiss made his heart do backflips and it definitely was something he could never forget.

⌜ hendery ⌟

Hendery was teasing you for losing a game of Mario Kart. Pretty normal, right? Yeah, if only that didn't happen two days ago. This was his third day of endlessly teasing you. At first, you laughed it off. He rarely ever beat you, so you didn't want to pop his happy bubble. It's the third day, and you were visibly annoyed. You sometimes beat him at the stuff he's very great too, but you never actually took it this far.

You guys were sitting in the living room, just chilling while you watched some weird tv show, where the contestants were married couples and competed for a car. A couple you had been supporting was a few points ahead, whereas Hendery's team was losing. He sighed and faked a pout.

"They're losing like you playing Mario Kart." after his comment, he smirked and turned to you. "Get it? Cause you lo-"

Eyes wide, blinking rapidly he was looking at you. You went back to watching the show like you didn't just smash your lips against his harshly. He gulped and quickly turned to tv, pulling his hood up to hide the furious blush making its way up to his ears from his neck and face.

⌜ yangyang ⌟

"Yang, please don't cry... It breaks my heart to see you like this." You put your hand on his cheek but he harshly tugged it away.

"No! They're right. I'm useless. I can't believe I actually called myself an idol on that interview just before my voice cracked when they asked me to sing. I couldn't even dance properly to the song they gave me! My manager had every right to call me names!"

You shook your head and cupped his face, making him look at your face with his glossy eyes and red nose. He was so innocent, so pure and those 'managers' were doing nothing but ruining his confidence. Weren't they supposed to help them improve and keep them motivated? Then what was all of this?

"Yang, don't say stuff like that about yourself ever again. You are the most talented person I've ever known. Every artist, scratch that, every human has a bad day where their body doesn't feel like dancing or singing or doing something in general. You can't blame yourself because of that. What actually matters is you holding your head up high and showing them what you've got in there. You always have other performances to prove yourself.

But, that didn't seem to work on your beautiful boyfriend. He just shook his head side to side, mumbling little "no's"

"No, I should just go back to where I came from the way they told me t-" Not letting him finish that sentence, you put your lips on his. You two stood like that until you ran out of breath, eyes closed with his hands over yours that were cupping his face. When you pulled away, he let a few tears spill. Wiping them off with the back of his hands, he just pushed you on your back on the bed you were sitting on. He rested his head on your stomach and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed. Even though you guys didn't talk about it, you knew he was feeling better about himself. And he did. He had you on his side, after all.

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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more single dad!kuroo | sumi and her stuffed animals + special bath + talks about her lost tooth + school troubles + dinner

“what’s tim doing here?”

the green sea turtle plush lays on his back, having stared at the ceiling for the past hour. 5-year-old sumi comes running through her dad’s room’s door with her hair flopping against her back with every step.

“tim’s gonna stay with you today,” she informs kuroo and makes grabby hands at the turtle. naturally, kuroo plucks the plush off the mattress and places him in her hands.

“oh? why with me?” an amused smile creeps onto his face. it’s always her and her stuffed animals. but oh, he can’t deny he doesn’t hearing all of the drama between her stuffed animals. apparently, the imagination of a 5-year-old is endless.

sumi takes a good long look at tim and his green flippers. she scrunched up her face and makes a pouty face. “tim’s tired of the other mean animals and wants to gonna stay with you today,” she tells him, as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. “you’re not gonna be mean to him?”

“course not,” kuroo huffs. he sits down on the carpet floor and sumi follows. “tim and i are great friends, right tim?”

not to his surprise, tim doesn’t reply. sumi nods and places the turtle on her dad’s lap. “okay. tim’s staying with you today.”

“mmm...” kuroo arches an eyebrow at her as she suddenly pulls out her dolphin plushie ...from under the bed? “daphne’s gonna stay with me too? wow, am i popular,” he teases.

daphne, the blue dolphin, joins tim on kuroo’s lap. “she’s gonna stay with you too because the other animals are being mean.”

“i see,” kuroo slowly nods and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “who’s being mean to them? and why?”

“the dinos! because they’re-” she points at the plushie on her dad’s lap. “-ocean animals so the others don’t like them.”

“c’mere,” kuroo waves at her to come closer and she does. she plops herself right on her dad’s lap. her mischievous smile proves that she’s aware of squishing tim and daphne. “we’re gonna haveta wash your hair today,” he tells her while combing her hair with his fingers.

“ooh, special bubbles?”

he laughs. “no, not with special bubbles. gotta save water, baby....for sea turtles and dolphins like tim and daphne.”

after bunching her hair into a small ponytail, kuroo sits back and lets her do a 360. “all done~”

before she bounces out of his room, he calls out, “sumi, wait-”

sumi turns around and looks at her dad questioningly.

“you can’t-” kuroo gets up and brushes his pants, picking up tim and daphne from the floor right after. “-just let the dinos be mean to tim and daphne.”

“i’m not,” she says. “i’m gonna teach them a good lesson right now.”

before kuroo can say something, her eyes darken like the way they always do when she’s about to tell her dad something interesting.

“do you know what they said to daphne once?”

kuroo places the plushies on his bed and walks over to her. “what did they say?”

sumi looks down at the floor and follows her dad out the door and to the kitchen. “they made fun of her because her smile”

kuroo nods along, opens the top fridge door, and bends down to ruffle his daughter’s hair. “what happened afterwards?”

sumi’s shoulders slump and her chest grows heavy. “she cried and they laughed. it-” she picks at her lips. “ because she lost her tooth and now her smile look funny”

a small thud distracts her from her train of thought. kuroo says a small “oops” and picks up the jar lid that fell on the floor. he places the lid back on the counter and croutches down at sumi’s eye level.

his eyebrows draw together; his eyes scans over her face for any signs he may recognize. “now, now” he rubs his palms against her shoulders soothingly. “they have no business making fun of daphne for something as natural as losing a tooth.”

he knows his words aren’t much help, but he truly doesn’t know what else can make her feel better. kuroo’s glad she can’t tell how much her crying hurts him too.

“besides, her smile does not look funny. i think she looks beautiful, and my opinion matters, doesn’t it? since has daddy been wrong?” he gives her a small smile in hopes that it’s a contagious one.

she stifles a laugh and roughly wipes her eyes on her sleeve. “you got milk chocolate and dark chocolate mixed up!”

he smiles and rolls his eyes. “well excuse me. they look like the same-”

“nuh uh!...” she giggles. “at least you didn’t get white chocolate mixed up!”

“it’ll be troubling if i did,” he laughs. his face softens at her. after a few more shoulders rubs, he asks, “is daphne feeling better about her smile now...?”

she sniffles, inhales, and breaks into a sob. kuroo’s eyes widen as she presses her head against his chest. and suddenly, his grey shirt is her next tissue.

“but no one else lost tooth” she chokes. it doesn’t take long for her teary eyes to release teardrop after teardrop. she hates this, hates being weak, hates how she looks with big, red, and puffy eyes. but at least she’s crying in front of her dad and not those boys at school...daddy wouldn’t laugh at her, ever. “it’s only me with big hole in smile”

she pulls back and shows him the gap between her front tooth as if her dad doesn’t already know. “sumi-”

“it looks dumb.” she frowns and tightens her hug around kuroo’s neck. “so so so dumb”

kuroo continues rubbing and patting her back like the way he used to when she was younger, and couldn’t sleep at set times. “you know,” kuroo gently begins. “those mean people will lose their teeth later and they’ll have gaps in between their teeth too. plus, the tooth fairy wouldn’t give them money because she never awards mean people.”

sumi sniffles and presses her eyes against her dad’s shirt to soak up leftover tears.

“so not only did they lose a tooth, but they also don’t get money and have no right to be making fun of you.” kuroo slowly pulls back and examines his daughter’s tear-stained, red, scrunched up face. “after a quick face wash, you’ll be as good as new”

sumi doesn’t reply and climbs on her dad’s back for a piggy back ride to the bathroom.

he lifts her up and tightens his hold on her small thighs. as he starts walking, he sees her feet dangling by his side and wonders, where did her other sock go? he sighs and shakes his head with a tired smile, not another missing sock...

“sumi, i’m sure i’ve already told you this, but another tooth will grow back. an even stronger, better tooth!”

the bathroom lights flick open and kuroo steps onto the tiled floors, setting his daughter on the counter and holding onto her thighs to prevent her falling off.

he catches his reflection in the mirror and stifles a laugh. the neck area of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot.

“daddy?”

he looks up at her and her bunched up fists. “hm?”

“can i take a special bubbles bath?” she points at the bathtub and puts on her best set of puppy eyes. naturally, kuroo’s weak heart makes him nod ‘yes’ before he can process what she asked.

“really? yay~” she inches closer to the edge of the counter and-

“woah woah woah,” he sets her down and lets her climb into the tub. sumi sets her clothes aside and sits patiently in the tub, waiting for her dad to turn the water on.

“the water’s cold at first, remember?” he teasingly pinches her cheek, thankful that she mind is no longer on her fallen tooth. maybe he should have a talk with her kindergarten teacher-

“dad?”

he looks up and wonders where the -dy went.

“the water’s warm enough now!” she gives the water a few kicks and cups and handful before throwing it up and laughing. sumi treads across the water and grabs the colorful bath bomb she picked out at the store a while ago.

kuroo turns the water off and she eagerly throws the bath bomb in. “...why’s it not melting? :((”

with a quick look at the floating ball, kuroo chuckles and picks it right out the water. “there’s plastic wrapping around it, baby.”

sumi’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ and watches her dad peal the wrapping away. “throw it in!” she tells him.

he does just as she says and the two watches small bubbles form around the blue-turning water.

“it’s blue...it’s red...it’s purple!” she cheers and throws her arms above her head. kuroo smiles in acknowledgment at the fact that she knows her colors well.

~~~

“daddy?”

there goes the -dy. thank goodness it’s back. “yes, baby?”

she pokes at his arm that’s drying her off with a towel. “can i get more plushie?”

“no more dinos though...”

“course not! i want-” she taps her lips in thought and squeals when her dad’s cold hands comes in contact with her warm skin. “-i want more sea plushie”

“how about a shark? sharks constantly lose and grow more teeth”

“but sharks are mean”

kuroo slips her shirt over her head. “not all of them,” he says. “a lot of sharks can be nice and we could name him or her-”

“what about ‘smark’?” sumi suggests.

kuroo snorts. “’smark’? not sure if that’s a name or even a word, sumi...but if you’d like, then sure.”

“daddy?”

“yes?” he gives her hair some final ruffles and grabs a nearby comb.

“you used to call me punkin”

“...mm, and what about it, punkin?”

“the kids look at me funny and laughed when you called me punkin”

“did they?” kuroo sighs. “god, why are the kids in your kindergarten class so mean”

“i don’t know,” she quietly replies. “they’re just like the dinos!”

he frowns. “screw the dinos”

sumi holds her belly as she laughs. “screw the mean boys and girls too”

after a few final hair brushes, kuroo pats her head and grins. “my beautiful girl~”

“pumpkin,” she corrects him.

kuroo pulls back in surprise and slowly sets her back on the floor. “’my beautiful pumpkin’ sounds like i’m talking to the orange vegetable,” he chuckles. “i thought you didn’t like it when i-”

“i do like it. and pumpkins.” she bounces out of the bathroom and jumps onto couch, like the way she always does after baths. “daddy would you be sad if tim and daphne not sleep with you today?”

“i would be more than heartbroken,” kuroo jokes from the bathroom. he flicks the light switch off and pads over to the couch she’s sitting on. her mischievous smile grows with every step closer.

“then i guess you have to be heartbrochon”

kuroo dramatically gasps as he sits down next to her. “and you’re completely fine with me being heartbroken? just when i thought you loved me-”

“i do! but i love tim and daphne more so they need to sleep with me today.”

kuroo tries to hide his face of betrayal at the fact that he’s not first place in her heart, not second, but third–after two stuffed animals.

“so....” she crawls closer to him to display her irresistible puppy eyes again. “can i have a shark plushie?”

“just so your shark plushie can take my place in your heart?” kuroo teases and leans forward to grab the tv remote. “i’d be fourth place-”

“no you won’t! my list goes-” she looks deep in thought as she counts her fingers. “teddy, daphne, buddy, tim, fried rice, you”

kuroo’s mouth gapes open as he slumps against the couch. “i come after fried rice?” he laughs. “even though i’m the one who makes it for you?”

she laughs with him. her laugh matches his well–both loud, genuine, and more like a cackle. “fine, you come before fried rice.”

but not before your four other stuffed animals? he shakes his head in amusement. “i guess you’ll have to go to teddy, buddy, tim, and daphne to cook you dinner and tuck you in bed today~”

he shrugs his shoulders in defeat and walks over to the kitchen. “it’s all too bad that i’ll have to enjoy my grilled mackerel all alone~”

“daddy! you know how much buddy likes fish!” she grabs her polar bear off of the couch and marches after her dad.

“he has great taste,” kuroo replies back. sumi glares at her dad and clings onto his leg as he washes the rice.

“i’ll put you in first place if you buy me ‘smark’“ she playfully says.

“ah...bribing won’t work on me, baby”

sumi huffs, releases her hold, clasps his sweatpants instead. “but you already number one on my list”

“mm,” he hums back, unconvinced. conversations like these and teasing her are his favorite. he finds great joy in getting her riled up in little topics that might not matter to others, but means the world to him.

“uh huh! you are!” she follows him to the fridge and widens her eyes at the sight of a popsicle. “can i have that?”

“save it for dessert,” he replies back.

“mm” she groans and walks over to pick up her polar bear that she accidentally dropped on the carpet. clink and clanks of pots and pans ring through the air as kuroo searches for the right pan.

“daddy? can i bring smark to school?”

“as long as if you don’t lose him,” he replies.

sumi’s face stretches into a wide grin. “does that mean you’ll get him for me? :)”

kuroo lets out a long sigh. “yea, i probably will”

sumi bounces over to her dad again and beams. “you’re the best”

“yeah yeah” he laughs. “i was in like sixth place a few minutes ago”

“you always at number one,” she tells him as she goes on her tip toes to try to place her polar bear on the kitchen counter. she fails and buddy falls on her head.

“have i?”

sumi picks buddy up again and runs to her room. kuroo turns around at the lack of her voice and she suddenly runs back with her dinos.

“trash!”

kuroo’s eyes widen. “oh no no no, don’t throw your toys away”

“but they’re bad toys :(“

kuroo thinks about this for a second. “you gotta teach them to not be mean, give them a second chance, maybe they’ll become nice dinos”

sizzling sounds come from the pan and sumi smiles at the smell of fish. but quickly frowns again at her dinos.

“i guess,” she mumbles and runs back to her room. it doesn’t take long for her to run back out with teddy and buddy in her arms, her teddy bear and loose bear.

“i said you always been number one,” she tells her dad while scratching the side of her hair. “ask why”

“so you put me after fried rice to make fun of me?” kuroo teases.

“no? that was my list of ‘stuff i love’ not ‘people i love’ “

kuroo ponders this for a moment and reaches up for the little bottles of spice.

“so i’m on your ‘stuff i love’ and ‘people i love’ list? i’m a stuff and a person?” he chuckles.

“you’re number one on my ‘people i love’ list,” she says. sumi crinkles her nose at the smell of string spices. “and the only one”

“... i’m the only one? what about your friends? teacher? tim? buddy?”

“buddy’s a bear!” she exclaims like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “not person. and teddy’s my best friend, but he’s a bear too”

“mm... so no human friends?”

“nope, maybe you”

“maybe?” he laughs. “are we not friends?”

“you’re daddy! not friend”

“i can be friend and daddy at the same time!”

“but you can’t be daddy and fried rice at the same time”

kuroo stifles a laugh at her unexpected response. “that’s correct. do you ... does no one ....” kuroo bites his lip. how should he approach this topic?

“who do you sit next to during school?”

“amara and thomas”

her response is quick, so she must know them well, right? sumi picks at the fluff of her polar bear and goes to sit on the carpet right outside the kitchen tiles.

“do they not talk to you?”

“sometimes,” she replies. she’s much more interested in why she suddenly sees a blue mark on her polar bear then the discussion with her dad right now. “buddy’s turning blue :(“

“...?”

“look!”

but kuroo doesn’t have the time to look away from the pan so he nods. “mm, we’ll give him a wash”

“okay”

“who else do you talk to during school?”

“mrs. chen” she frowns at the blue spot on her polar bear and checks to see if teddy has one too.

“anyone else?”

whew, teddy doesn’t have one. “sometimes amara”

with a click, kuroo turns the stove off and slides the mackerel on a white dish. “anyone else...?”

“no”

“ah... do you wish you have more people to talk to?”

“no, i talk to you all the time!”

“right, you tell me everything,” he beams. he brings a spoon to his mouth to taste the sauce.

“daddy why can’t guys make babies”

kuroo’s eyes widen as he splutters out the sauce. “...well, it’s just the way mother nature works”

“so you didn’t make me?”

kuroo avoids eye contact and rubs his neck sheepishly. “well..... it’s complicated and not something you should worry about”

“mrs. chen said i look like you, and she called me pretty. does that make you pretty?”

“...” conversations with a five year old can be quite amusing ... “it’s up to you,” he laughs. “do you think i’m pretty?”

“i guess”

he laughs even harder at her dry response and quickly turns the conversation topic back around. “is school fun for you?”

“i guess”

“...” ah, there goes the painful short responses. “what do you guys do everyday-“

“daddy why do guys have to stand up when they use the bathroom-“

“remember buddy’s blue spot?” kuroo quickly butts in.

sumi’s eyes diverts back to her polar bear. “:(( buddy’s turning colors!”

kuroo lets out a long, heavy, and tired sigh. it’s been a long day for him as a parent and now he learns that his daughter doesn’t have any friends her age?

“buddy will be fine,” he reassures her and carries white dishes to the small dining table. sumi places a long kiss on buddy’s nose.

“daddy if you weren’t so tall i’d kiss you on the nose too”

before kuroo can say something, sumi changes the topic once again. “smark will be friends with tim and daphne.”

“mm”

“mrs. chen said that you’re really tall”

“...”

“she told ms. loren that you’re the most handsome dad”

“......”

“ms. loren whispered something about being my future mommy and it was really weird”

kuroo chokes on his spit and walks back into the kitchen quietly. “i-“

“i don’t want ms. loren to be my mommy”

“oh you won’t have to worry about that,” he nervously chuckles. his daughter sure has a lot to say...he makes a mental note to avoid eye contact with ms. loren the next time he drops her off.

“daddy do you like tim and daphne or do you pretend to?”

kuroo frowns as he cuts up some cucumbers. “why wouldn’t i like them? i like the way they make you happy”

“i think amara only pretend to like me”

kuroo makes another mental note to consider transferring her to a new school. after a final slice, he puts the diced up cucumbers onto a small plate and grabs nearby spices.

“maybe amara isn’t meant to be friends with you. sometimes, peoples’ personalities just don’t match up.”

sumi sighs and slumps her shoulders. “i wish you can go to school with me instead of work”

“i wish i can too” he laughs. “punkin, dinner’s ready. wash up”

“ooh” sumi quickly sits up and dashes over to the kitchen sink step stool. “but you said you wouldn’t cook for me...?”

“i can’t leave ya hungry,” he tells her. “besides, i’m your friend”

“and my daddy,” she quips back. she turns on the sink and scrubs her hands with soap. “but not fried rice.”

“mm, i’m not fried rice,” kuroo restates with a smile. “...do you like going to school?”

“it’s fun sometimes, so. i guess.” sumi steps off of her step stool and happily bounces over to the dinner table.

~~~

the night concludes with them eating dinner, kuroo asking more questions about school and buddy’s blue spot, sumi happily eating popsicle for dessert

#i just realized that sumi has a really short attention span #and a big vocabulary for a five year old #she got her smarts frm her dad B)#it's the way i did nothing this whole afternoon except write this ....#but hey it's kinda cute :)#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #dad!haikyuu #dad!kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo scenarios #kuroo x reader #lia drabbles #lia misses kuroo

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nyxxon · 3 years

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Please do more eri and the reader being adorable friends

» She's my baby, so of course. It'll basically be another scenario of "babysitter reader" with Eri. However, unlike my other one, this one is more gender neutral.

Candy Apples (Eri)

Platonic

Eri waited impatiently just staring at the door while she sat on the couch with her feet swinging back and forth at opposite intervals. She was waiting for you to be more exact. It had been a week since she had last saw you when you came to babysit her last—a week too long.

Plus, Aizawa had told her you had a surprise for her upon your arrival which was quite exciting! You sometimes did get little things for her or had fun "dates" planned for just the two of you while he went away to deal with his basic hero work. Though she was mildly surprised since the sitting request had been a bit last minute.

Aizawa glanced at the little girl as he also waited for your arrival. He was glad he had managed to find a sitter that could handle the girl, even though she wasn't much of a handful though her social skills were still quite lacking given all she had been through. So it was hard for her to form "friendships" or any sort of bonds with certain people.

But either way, he was glad you two had a good relationship with each other.

Right as he was thinking this, a knock sounded causing Eri to quickly jump up from the couch as she ran towards the door knowing exactly who was behind it—him slowly trudging behind her to reet you as well before he left.

Opening the door, your form with three or so plastic bags hanging from your arm soon peeked through. Upon seeing you, Eri instantly jumped into your arms causing you to stumble a bit and almost drop the bag though you managed to keep you both upright and hold of the bag as you soon hugged her back with your free arm just as tight with a smile on your face.

"(Last Name)!" Eri exclaimed as she pulled back from you, red eyes sparkling.

"Hey, Eri." You placed your free hand on top of her head.

"Thanks for coming last minute." Aizawa soon peeked through as he made his way outside.

You looked at him with a smile, "It's no problem at all."

"I've got to get going now. I should be back by eight at the latest. But I'll be sure to get back to you if something beyond my control happens."

You nodded, "Gotcha."

"I'm sure there won't be any problems." He said sincerely.

"Nope! Eri and I will have lots of fun!" You gave a closed-eyed smile.

"Come on, (Last Name)!" Eri began to tug at your hand as she started to pull you inside.

"Uh–I . . . uhm, b-bye, Aizawa-san, good luck!" You gave the man a quick wave as Eri continued to pull you inside rambling on about her excitement and curiosity of what the surprise was that you had for her before shutting the door.

A small yet rare smile played at Aizawa's lips as he had watched you being dragged off by the little girl before soon lower heading on his way to the site of the crime he had to investigate . . .

After Eri had dragged you inside, she wasted no time in prying you for answers as to what exactly this "surprise" was that you had for her.

"Are we going to go somewhere?" She asked.

You shook your head as you started to the kitchen with her trailing along behind you, "No."

She blinked and tilted her head as she put a finger to her cheek in thought once you had placed the multiple plastic bags on the counter and turned to face her, a smile still on your face as you watched her scanning her mind for a possible answer before she looked at the bags you had just put down—her eyes appeared to flash with realization.

"Is . . . is it in the bags?"

You nodded as you turned back around, pulling out a small bag of apples of both red and green that had been concealed by the plastic one to not spoil the surprise early.

"We're gonna make candy apples!"

Eri's eyes widened as they began to sparkle, "C-Candy apples?!"

One of her favorite treats!

But she hadn't had one since the U.A. School Festival which had been quite some time ago . . .

"I heard how you liked them, so I thought we could make our own together!"

"Make together..?"

"Mhm, mhm.~" You nodded, "I was going to save it for next time when I was originally scheduled to come but decided to bring it along today since why not."

"C-Can we start now?" Eri had her hands clamped together as she continued to stare at you with her sparkling red eyes.

"Of course!"

With that, she soon walked up to the counter. You had left the kitchen for a moment to get her a stool to stand on, placing it in front of the stove once you had gotten back before picking her up and placing her on top of it.

Taking all the things you had bought out of the bag and placing them on the counter, separating them in a convenient position for easy access to get started, you placed a baking sheet you had sprayed down with cooking spray so the apples wouldn't stick when you were done before letting Eri stick the apples with the sticks you had bought after you had washed them really well.

You soon grabbed a pot and placed it on the stove in front of Eri before reading the little paper you had bought with the directions of how to make these candy apples.

"Ok, a three-fourths cup of water." You crabbed the measuring cup, putting the water in, then handing it to Eri who placed it in the pot, "Next, some sugar then some corn syrup, and lastly red food coloring." You did the same, handing her the measuring cups and allowing her to put them in the pot.

Once you had let Eri put all of the ingredients in the pot, you soon turned the stove on medium heat as instructed before allowing her to begin stirring the items together as you waited for it to start boiling—it forming into a dark yet bright red color as she continued her stir motions.

After about fifteen minutes it had started to boil, bubbles forming in the red-colored liquid.

Grabbing the candy thermometer, you placed it in the pot to make sure it was the proper temperature before you removed it from the heated area. It reading the perfect temperature, you removed the pot carefully to the burner that was off.

"Now it's time to dip!"

"Yay!" Eri raised her arms above her head.

Grabbing one of the apples, you handed it to ger so she could dip them in the melted candy liquid, "Now be careful, that stuff is still hot."

She nodded as she carefully dunked the apple in the liquid, leaving a quarter of it unsubmerged, before pulling it out and allowing you to take it and quickly place it on the sheet as you both repeated the process ten more times.

"You did good, Eri." You smiled once you had placed the last apple on the baking sheet and looked at them all.

The candy coating on the apples was a bit messy done, but you hadn't expected them to be perfect when Eri had been doing them—she probably did as good of a job as you would have if you were being honest. But with that said, they didn't look any less delectable.

"When can we have them?" She asked as she stared hungrily at the treats.

"When they've cooled, so in about thirty minutes or so."

She didn't seem too happy about such a long wait, but she nodded anyway, "Okay!"

After placing the pot in the sink and washing it out, you picked Eri off the stool as you both headed to the living room to watch a show to waste some time as you allowed the little treats to cool down so you both could enjoy them.

Once thirty minutes had passed, you both soon came back into the kitchen you both stopped to look at the coated apples that seemingly having had finished cooling on top of the baking sheet you had set out on the pan.

Grabbing one, you examined it to make sure they weren't runny or still too warm for consumption before bending down and handing it to her.

Eri gladly took the treat, not hesitating to take a big bite. Her eyes instantly began to sparkle as she chewed and swallowed. She licked her lips, "It's so good!"

You soon took a bite of your own, the sweet flavor practically exploding in your mouth, "You're right . . . they are good. Better even."

"Can . . . can I have another..?" She asked, a now finished apple on the stick.

Your eyes widened slightly, a bit surprised she had finished so quickly but soon shrugged, "I see why not."

Happily, she grabbed another one of the coated apples as she began to do quick work of that one, too. Once you had finished yours, you soon followed suit as you got another yourself and began snacking on—a bit faster than the last . . .

With that, you and she enjoyed the little treats you both had made—perhaps a little too much as you both ended up eating all ten in only the span of about ten minutes . . .

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alby-rei · 3 years

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Paint My World in Shades of You (Vincent x MC)

a/n: Happy birthday Vincent <3

[Characters]: MC, Vincent, Theo

[Genre]: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

[Warning]: None

{Paint my World in Shades of You}

I was sitting in Vincent’s room on his couch while he painted. His eyes were trained on the beautiful arrangement of flowers that rested against the window.

My eyes were trained on him; I was obsessed with his side profile. I loved the way his eyes shone with concentration, and his jaw relaxed and tensed as he worked. Suddenly, his serious expression lit up in laughter.

“When you look at me like that, I can’t help but lose focus.”

“Ah—I’m so sorry! I just—” My face heated up considerably, I must be a roasted tomato by now, “I really like watching you paint. It fascinates me so much how you create such wonderful paintings, and I was… taking mental notes of your technique,” and your face, and your arms, and your fingers, and-

“Have you painted, too, in your time?”

“Mmhm,” I nodded with enthusiasm, “though I’m still very much a beginner. I enjoy painting with a friend more than I do when I’m alone.”

“Oh?” Vincent set his palette down and faced me fully, “I can get you a canvas if you want to paint with me.”

“Right now?? I mean I’ve never worked with oil paints before… just acrylic and watercolor.”

Vincent rummaged through his supplies behind his desk, taking out a case full of paint tubes.

“I’ve got watercolors right here,” he shot me an excited smile, and my heart fluttered. How was I so lucky to have such an adorable boyfriend?

I wasn’t used to painting on large canvases— though it was still small compared to his— so I felt pretty intimidated just staring at the blank white abyss in front of me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… don’t know where to start,” I looked back at him sheepishly.

I waved my paint-less brush on the canvas, shifting my gaze between the flower bouquet and the canvas to make a mental sketch. I caught sight of Vincent’s work in progress, and I had an idea.

“Hey Vincent, do you mind if I… copy you?”

“Hm?” He quirked his head to the side.

“I want to learn how to paint like you, that’s how I’ve always learned actually— by watching others.”

His eyes widened, and he stuttered uncharacteristically. His gaze softened, as a small blush crept up his cheeks, and he looked back at his own unfinished work.

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, then I’m all for it.”

“Yay!” I clapped my hands in excitement.

Vincent didn’t have an extra easel, so he suggested I use his. But I insisted that I can work without one. I brought a stool and dragged it close to his and started watching his every move.

“So first, I mixed these colors…” he stretched his arm out to display his color palette. It was a beautiful mess of oil paints, with a large white spot in one corner.

Time flew as we enjoyed the moment in each other’s company doing what we both love.

“I’m not sure how to make this shade…” I pouted, staring at my messy palette.

“The trick is to get a bit of ochre yellow in the mix, and then…”

We talked on and on as we painted together. I tried to keep my focus on the bouquet, but I always ended up leaning over to see Vincent’s own painting.

“Your painting should capture how you see the world, MC.”

“I know… but I can’t get it to stand out the same way yours does,” I confessed.

Vincent’s soft laughter eased my anxiety. I mixed some colors together blindly to try to create the right shade I’m looking for.

“Hey! That’s a great shade of purple you got. How did you make it?” He asked me with child-like curiosity and excitement.

I told him honestly that I didn’t know how, and we sat and experimented together. In a way, it gave me a confidence boost to see him try so hard to replicate the shade that I accidentally made.

Clearly, I had lost track of time because the sun was gone, and the lamp in Vincent’s room was the only source of light left. I didn’t even notice the change, so when I looked up from my work, I had to rub my eyes to adjust.

“Oh boy, I didn’t realize I was so focused. I think I got a small headache…” I brought a hand up to apply pressure on my forehead.

“Are you ok, MC?” Instantly, Vincent was by my side, one hand caressing my arm as I sat on his couch to regain my bearings.

It took a second, but the world stopped spinning. I took a deep breath and looked up, smiling to reassure Vincent. Worry was written all over his face, bordering guilt.

“Don’t look so down, Vinnie~ It’s nothing serious,” I giggled, scratching the back of my head.

I looked between my canvas and his. I was really proud of how it turned out! His painting definitely had better defined lines and clearer contrasts in all the right places. Mine was less impressive in my eyes, but still a full image of the bouquet, no less.

“What do you think of my painting?” I nodded towards my canvas.

“It’s beautiful just like its artist,” he brought my paint-stained hand up to his lips and gently kissed my knuckles.

“Oh you…!” I punched him jokingly with my free hand.

“Mm… I meant it,” he laughed along, shielding his arm from further assault, “I’m a lucky man to be able to share my passion with my sweetheart.”

“Vincent, you’re too sweet.” I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my tomato-red face in his chest.

I felt his arms wrap around me, too, and we sat there in comfortable silence. The smell of oil paints and flowers wafted in the air around us, as his arms squeezed me securely. It was like we were left in our own bubble and time itself had stopped for us to enjoy this moment. I pulled away eventually, needing to wash my hands and help Sebastian with dinner. Looking outside again, I realized I was already late… woops.

“I have to go prepare dinner with Sebas soon, so I’ll see you later?”

I reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. He turned his head and captured my lips with his. How am I supposed to say goodbye like this? The thought of leaving this room, this bubble of ours, felt like I was leaving a paradise behind.

“Don’t go just yet…” He pleaded with his eyes shimmering under the glow of the lone lamp.

“How about this: I’ll go wash my hands, then come back to clean up with you. Then, we’ll walk together to the kitchen, deal?”

He nodded, “Deal.”

I went to the guest bathroom room across the hallway. Paint was a lot harder to wash off than I thought. I scrubbed at it with soap, making sure not to damage my skin in the process.

It took a solid while, so I hurriedly dried my hands and made my way back to Vincent’s room. I was standing outside when I heard—

“…and what do we have here?” A chuckle, “Were you teaching a kid how to paint?” It was Theo.

Theo and I… didn’t get along. Maybe our humor just didn’t align, maybe he didn’t appreciate walking in on us that one time when he… shouldn’t have. And maybe I was too sensitive for his bluntness. But we made an unspoken truce to avoid conflict with each other for Vincent’s sake. At least, I thought we did.

Before Vincent got a chance to speak, Theo was already inspecting the foreign painting in art-dealer mode.

“Hmm… the colors are dull, and the strokes are uneven. If they thought they could imitate you, they’ve clearly got a long way to go,” he scoffed.

“Theo, that’s not—”

“And who asked you, huh?” I couldn’t stand aside and let him talk about me or my painting like that. It meant a lot to me; it embodied my precious time with Vincent.

“So the pup wanted to paint, eh? I guess I shouldn’t have expected much, then.”

I was about to give him an earful, but Vincent stepped in.

“That’s enough, Theo! MC and I painted this together. So, if you think it looks like a child’s work, then you’re saying that about me, too.”

“What…? No! I didn’t mean—” He shook his head, choosing to stare at the wall instead. He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, “I’m sorry I said those things, hondje. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Well, that was fast. At least he’s being civil about it.

“I-it’s fine… I’m just an amateur anyway,” I hugged my arms, looking away as I tried to calm myself. I was shaking, whether it was from anger or embarrasment, I didn’t know.

The silence was killing me, so I made to start tidying up my station. I blinked away the oncoming tears—I had nothing to cry about! I enjoyed painting with my boyfriend, and Theo apologized.

So, I kept blinking. Discretely.

Or at least as discretely as I thought I was.

Theo dropped the supplies he brought in for Vincent, talked to him for a bit, and left. I wasn’t paying attention to their conversation.

“MC…”

Vincent’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. I sensed the guilt rising in his voice, so I rushed back to hug him in reassurance.

“…don’t worry, Vinnie,” I nuzzled my head into his chest, not realizing my tears had spilled onto his apron, “it’s not like I’m a professional artist anyway, he was just stating his opinion.”

His strong arms wrapped around me firmly, rocking me back and forth as he spoke.

“You are an artist just like me, with your own unique view. That, in itself, is a valuable treasure that no one can take from you,” he pulled away to stare into my tear-streaked eyes with his own saddened cerulean eyes.

Then he smiled gently, soothingly, “Art isn’t about perfection, it’s about self-expression… about sharing your world on a canvas. Today, you shared a piece of your world on my canvas, and it is my greatest honor.”

I was speechless, I couldn’t find the words to express the pride, the elation, the utter admiration I had for Vincent and his ability to always say the right things to cheer me up.

“…Thank you, Vincent. I-I really appreciate it,” I smiled brightly up to him, and my tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

He brought his right hand up to wipe away the tears, using his thumb to caress the side of my face. Try as I might, I couldn’t blink back the tears fast enough before they spilled silently down my face. I wasn’t mad, or sad even. I was just really extremely happy. It’s hard for me to explain though, and Vincent held my face in his strong hands and kissed every tear as they fell.

“We should do this again,” he declared, his hold on me never faltering, “I want to display your paintings all over my room until every part of it is immersed in the world you create.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vincent #vincent x mc #ikemen vampire vincent #Birthday fic #best boy #also FIGHT ME THEO #side note: I don't hate Theo #I just think we'd butt heads all the time xD #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire theo #alby one-shots

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extrakuli · 2 years

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I wanna hear about your poly ocs :)

OMG YAY !!

ok so I haven’t drawn them out yet (but they are in the process of being drawn in my new sketchbook)

So there’s Jace (?? Idk how to spell), Ethan, and Elektra sam ! 2 guys 1 girl 😈 none of these people are actually real tho..ALSO HALF OF THIS SHIT DIDNT SAVE SO I HAD TO RE WRITE IT IM SO MAD. help it’s like 2 months later sense i wrote this bc i got so mad that nothing saved so i’m doing it now !! [11-30]

Tw// abuse, alcohol, drugs, divorces, Basically a lot of Oc trauma cursing,,

Elektra is based on a persona I had (on discord) because I saw someone with the name ‘Elektra Kirby and Kirby is my name and I loved the name Elektra so instead of Kirby I put sam. Then I catfish people with a cute brown wig I had 😈 and that’s how The famous Oc Elektra sam was born (also the song water fountain by alec benjamin did a lot for her too). She was adopted by a woman and her husband; the wife died of alcohol/drug abuse so she was left to live with her adopted father, who was addicted to drugs + alcohol and abused her. (mainly mentally but sometimes he did hit her) there’s more to her backstory about her birth family but half of it is hard to explain so..

she usually spent her free time at the park with the boys that lived across the street. The park was within walking distance and had a swing set, with basketball courts, and other stuff. (based on the park down the street from my house 😻). Until freshman year of high school (aka 9nth grade also this takes place in Boston Massachusetts) her father decided to move to —(uh literally took me 10 minutes to figure out where they moved?? I should write this shit down)— Europe. Until her first year in college, she finally moved back into her old house, with her roommate, Ash. And she finally got reunited with her boys again 😈 Also forgot to add: She has dark brown hair, kind of like a mix of dark brown & chestnut, mid length with bangs. She wears glasses and she has hazel eyes. Average height?? like 5’0 or 5’1 (idk if that’s average but let’s go with it). Her personality is shy and timid, but also bubbly and expressive. Also she’s panromantic + demisexual. She blames herself a lot, even if it isn’t her fault, even if she’s the victim. She grew up thinking every little thing that went wrong was always her fault (thank her father for that 🙁). Idk what her race/ethnicity is yet?? Still imagining her real mother/family (basically all I have about her family is that it’s very big, she has a big family. And her family is very accepting. It’s also very diverse in race, ethnicity, religion, gender, sexuality, all of the above)

I’m thinking about making her a white hispanic? i’m not sure. I just know what she looks like. Mutuals give me Ideas on what she can be bc i really don’t know. She’s a smartie. very intelligent she is. She is an English major, and a psychology major; also a Straight A student. She’s also a model? she models for magazine covers and stuff. Mainly fashion magazines; swimsuit model, winter clothes model, summer/spring fashion, fall etc etc. She always gets the magazine shipped to her for free. She gave a copy of her swimsuit model magazine to ethan and jace and..Jace was smirking while looking threw it while Ethans face was red as a tomato. She’s a very sweet and helpful girl, but she knows her limits, and if she needs to get her hands dirty she will.

next is Ethan !! sorry to disappoint but Ethan is a white boy, but it's ok because he's a good-looking white boy. He Is actually from Orlando Florida (because his parents were on vacation then A WHITE BOY decided to pay a visit). They raised Ethan in Boston, and he has known Jace since they were in diapers (Jace is older by like a month). His parents often fought; they ended up getting a divorce a couple months after Elektra moved. Jace helped him through this traumatic time (Ethan was super close with both his parents). He ended up staying with his mom full time but saw his dad on some weekends and holidays or any vacations off of school. (Important tip: Ethan's parents would always fight a lot during snowstorms, therefore, he developed a fear of snowstorms).

Threw the years of waiting for elektra to come back, he gave up in his last year of high school (12th grade) and started dating this blonde chick named Claire. Which, the relationship was fine. Until during (spring..?) break, Elektra came back and he was in complete shock. Like hello?? the girl i’ve been crushing on sense i was 10 came back after i lost all hope?? Yeah. He got jealous that Jace was getting all of her attention because Jace was single and and he, himself wasn’t. (that’s because you decided to date an ugly hog Ethan 🙄) Ends up finding out (with the help of elektra and her observation skills and the fact she’s taking psychology and human behavior classes) that Claire wasn’t actually into Ethan, she just had a major crush on Jace and was using Ethan to get closer to him (not that it worked lol)

Btw Ethan and Jace have a lot of sexual and romantic tension (well mainly jace because he’s just horny and Ethan is just like “yeah, I deal with this bullshit because I’m secretly in love with him—but I’m not gonna let him know that??”) yeah, that’s them. Also how Ethan acts to jace is like: “I’m mean to you but nice to everyone else because I love you but I can’t stand you and I want to kiss your mouth so you shut up” and Jace is just like “Ik he loves me he’s just a pussy to admit it so I’m gonna keep teasing him until he does” yeah..😻 Anyway Back to Ethan. Ethans personality it’s quiet and reserved/closed off. He’s not the shy quiet, he’s just the “I don’t want to have conversation with you because If you make me too angry/annoyed i’ll punch you in the face” types. Yeah he also has anger issues but can suppress them half of the time. He has brownish-blondish hair, it's not too long and not too short. He’s Average height for a guy, maybe a little over average height. Let’s just say he’s got a pretty good height; not too tall, not too short. He’s also Biromantic + demisexual (with a preference for girls). Kind of protective. not like Jace, he’s more like he stares daggers in to the person that’s bothering elektra or jace (it’s more then often elektra because ethan knows Jace can take care of himself) and if the person doesn’t get the hint by his intimidating flares then he steps in between the person and elektra/jace and shove them lightly away telling them to piss off. Actually let’s talk about his anger issues?? because jeez, it’s kind of bad, but controlled half the time. He just doesn’t talk to control his anger issues. but one time he was so stressed one day that he accidentally let his anger issues out on elektra. Safe to say he wanted to jump off a bridge bc he felt so guilty once he calmed down. Elektra obviously forgave him bc it’s not exactly something you can control all the time.

Ok last but not least, JACE !! ok I love jace, he was very fun to imagine and make up. His appearance changed MULTIPLE times during the construction of his character; He had very long white hair, then short white hair, then I changed it to half white and half black that was mid length, Now it’s just blackish brownish and he has one of those hot sexy wolf cut hair styles. I’m starting with his personality and looks first because why not?? anyway He’s hispanic, fluent in Spanish, also has a very big family!! his dad died tho, he lived with his mum and twin sister, and little brother. After he went into his last year of high school they moved to new york where the rest of the family was. But he was DEAD SET on waiting for elektra so he was like “hmm, nah i’m not leavin’” so his mom cursed a bunch of spanish words at him, then said don’t get yourself killed and then moved to new york with her other two kids 😻 (his mom is actually the best, also an amazing cook??) Ok enough of his family, let’s get in to his sexuality breakdown: Bisexual with no preference and VERY HORNY. 😻 I mean atleast Jace is an open horny/perv, Ethan is a reserved perv and gets embarrassed and mad whenever Jace and elektra call him a perv to tease him (they found sexy girl magazines and smut manga in his basement) also Jace was actually born in boston, unlike the other two. (Idk where elektra is originally from yet) Also he’s really really tall, like 6’0

likes to tease ethan the most, and dotes on elektra. He gets in to many fights at school and elektra has to patch him up while ethan reprimands him every time. Once Jace somehow dragged ethan in to a fight and they both got smacked behind the head by elektra. Very protective of them both. But he’s like the friendly type of protective? instead of fighting a person that’s bothering them, he’s just nonchalantly walk up to ethan or elektra, put his arm around their shoulder or waist, and be like “sorry, they’re taken, now screw off will ya?” with a scary smile. It usually does the trick because he’s a pretty tall/intimidating guy. Not really the jealous type, but Ethan is and he teases him for it. Sometimes Jace and ethan try to get elektra jealous but they can’t seem to get her to be jealous. (she’s either to oblivious or too trusting).

For jace’s job/home life, He’s a twitch streamer + youtuber, a famous one at that. (he’s kind of like markplier but streams more often). Sense he works at home, he usually is the one to clean, do laundry, wash the cars, and run errands/get groceries. He also picks elektra up from her job as a barista at a local coffee shop. Ethan takes his own car to work, but he mostly works nights at a bar as a bartender. (he makes such good nonalcoholic/alcoholic drinks; he also dedicated a drink to elektra on a special menu). Ethan and elektra also has their own twitch channels—but ethan just streams him making drinks (not that often)—and elektra streams either of her doing covers of songs, or gaming with Jace. Jace almost always drags elektra or ethan in to his streams. One time Ethan didn’t know Jace was streaming, so he walked in to their room with Jace’s food wearing a pink apron that says “kiss the chef” that elektra got him for his birthday 💀 safe to say Ethan was red in the face from embarrassment and smacked Jace on the back of his head. (yes Jace did infact “kiss the chef”).

Thank you for reading !! <33

11 - 30 - 2021 9:00 am

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#[💭] extrakuli replies #my oc’s #oc’s #oc story #oc background #oc backstory #oc #THIS TOOK SO LONG #I AM SO SORRY #I HOPE YOU LIKED IT THO #i love my ocs #😻😻#my favs 😈

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sokkabeifong · 3 years

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If you're up for it, would you be willing to write vampire Aang x vampire hunter Azula or a roommates au?

aye, aye, anon. everybody shut up I'm in my azulaang feels now. I've never really written either of these characters before so I hope I did them justice! feel free to tell me what you think, good or bad.

"For the last time, there’s nothing I can do,” Zuko grumbled, folding a shirt and throwing it on top of the pile on his bedspread. Azula sniffed at it like her brother’s untidiness was the most offensive thing in the world. “It’s just how it worked out, okay?”

“No, it’s actually not okay,” she snapped. “How on Earth did I end up with some fresh-out-of-high-school boy as my roommate? Are you insane?”

“If you don’t shut up, I might be headed in that direction. Look, it’s not like you have to spend every second of every day with him. You just have to sleep in the same room as him.”

“Oh, and it sounds so much better when you put it like that!” She began pacing around Zuko’s room, which was cluttered with books and clothes as he unpacked his entire life into the small, seven-by-ten-foot room he got all to himself for the next nine months. What she wouldn’t give to be a senior like him. Instead, she was a sullen sophomore with a young brat for a roommate, thanks to her brother’s antics.

“If you keep putting it off, he’ll think you’re rude,” Zuko muttered.

“Like I care what he thinks of me. I want him out.”

“Sorry, sis, looks like you’re out of luck. And you’re also out of my room.” He placed his hands firmly against her back and pushed her through the open door bearing big, black letters that displayed his name. He promptly shut the door in her face.

“Let me in!” she shouted, pounding on the door. “Zuzu! You get back out here and fix this mess you put me in!”

The door remained shut despite her attempts to pry it open. To make matters worse, she could hear Zuko humming thoughtfully to himself in his room like he hadn’t a care in the world.

“UGH. You’re impossible!” she told the door. “I’ll just go and fix it myself.”

Neither the door nor Zuko protested as she stalked out of the senior hall of their small college. The campus wasn’t large, just a base lawn filled with students and trees with the municipal building in the center. She threw open the door and stomped up to the front desk.

“Who’s in charge of dorm arrangements around here?” she asked the secretary, who trembled as she set her pen down. Azula rolled her eyes. People were so wimpy around her, it was pathetic, She supposed that’s what she got for having a ruthless businessman for a father and having the reputation that she did.

“Is there a question you have regarding your roommate, miss?” the secretary mumbled.

“Question? No. Order. My idiot brother made arrangements for me without me knowing it, and now I’m to board with some nineteen-year-old boy. I demand a change at once.”

“I see.” The woman looked doubtful, but she searched her up in her computer. After scanning a few pages, she brightened. “Here we go. Looks like you are indeed supposed to room with a young man named Aang. He just arrived a few minutes ago, actually. Should be up in your dorm.”

“Excuse me?”

Some of her nervousness crept back into the woman’s tone when she spoke. “I, ah, said that your roommate has arrived, He’s up in your dorm.” She handed her a key. “Room 107.”

"Tell me, are you deaf?"

The woman looked startled. "I beg your pardon?"

"It appears so, yes. I told you to change my assignment, not to give me keys to the room."

"Right, right. Um." There was a pause filled only with the sound of the secretary's nails clicking across the keypad, and Azula impatiently tapping her foot against the ground. Finally she glanced up.

"I'm sorry, but your dorm assignments are final. He gave a last-minute receipt and there was no one else to put him with."

Azula tightened her face. "What?" she said, punctuating syllables that weren't even there.

"Uh, I said that your roommate is final. I'm sorry, miss."

"Oh, my God," she hissed, pushing against the desk as hard as she can. "Are you kidding me? You've got to be kidding me."

"I, ah -" the woman coughed. "I'm afraid not. If you'll just take your keys and go up, I'm sure he'll be happy to meet you." She didn't say get out, but it was sort of implied. If there was one thing Azula knew, it was how to take a hint. She was good at giving them, too.

"Fine," she muttered. She let out a strangled choking noise and turned on her heel, walking out of the building with her head held high. "Fine!"

As she stalked through the campus, her annoyance grew. She pictured a small boy, withering under her hateful stare. Perhaps he wouldn't like her and would request a room change. Maybe they would grant him one, for whatever reason, though she highly doubted it. Why would he get it if she, Azula, could not?

She reached the hall where Room 107 was in a few minutes and stared up at it with distaste. A figure in one of the windows fluttered past. Was that him? He was in there right now. Was that his room? Their room? She shuddered at the thought, but shoved the doors open and began the climb up the stairs. Too soon she was facing a plain white door with the number 107 painted on it in bright blue lettering.

"You go in there and put him in his place," she told herself. She nodded once, firm and strong, and raised her hand to the knob. Before she could even touch it, though, it swung open, blasting her face with wind.

"Oh, good!" a voice said, bubbling our front the inside of the room. "You must be Azula!"

She was stunned momentarily. There was indeed a boy inside of her - their - room, but he was not at all what she was expecting. The mop of dark hair in her mental image had been replaced with baldness, but it wasn't necessarily a bad look. His skin was pale and his eyes were grey. Not stormy grey, like a warning for sailors, but bright grey. The kind of grey that came with a sunny day. He was wearing a yellow hoodie with a blue arrow down the front, tan sweatpants, and a blinding grin that nearly broke his face. He genuinely looked happy to see her, and that startled her for a few seconds. She shook her head, regaining her composure.

"Yes, that's me," she said, straightening up. "Now, listen here, boy, I-"

"You want left or right?" he interrupted, gesturing behind him to the symmetrical room they would share. Each side contained a bed, desk, chair, and dresser, and a bathroom joined them in the middle. "I don't care which one I get."

"I-"

"Oh, and I decided to let you use the shower first!" He clapped excitedly as he delivered this information. "That way you get all the hot water and first dibs on towels and stuff. You can use it first whenever, too. I figured it could sort of make up for me jumping in on you like this." He smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that, but they didn't have anywhere else to put me. They showed me a picture of you, though, before I came, and you just looked so nice I thought it wouldn't be a big deal."

She blinked, still processing the first thing he said. "Right. Um, anyway." Her mission came back to her and she stood her ground, though it wasn't as firm as it had been before. "I see that you've already settled in a bit."

He beamed. "Yep! I could help you unpack your stuff, if you want! I'm pretty good at organizing."

A quick sweep of the few posters lining the room and the rugs that lay casually every few feet deemed his statement accurate. She opened her mouth to say that no, she wanted him out of here before she even had time to blink, but somehow the words got lost on the way to her mouth and what tumbled out was, "Okay."

"Yay!" he exclaimed. "This'll be fun! Okay, so which bag do you want to do first? The college people stacked all your suitcases and things over there." He pointed and she followed his arm to see that yes, they had.

"Um." She stared at him, into his bright grey eyes, and suddenly her request to change rooms didn't seem so important. "The - the red one. I'll handle it, and you get the black one."

"Okay, whatever works!" he said happily, and stepped aside so that she could reach her bag. Carefully, keeping her eyes off of him, she grabbed the first suitcase she saw and turned away quickly. He had already retrieved the black bag and set it on top of the right bed.

"Is here okay?" he asked, his face lit up. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Yes," she said, plopping her suitcase down beside it. Her eyes met his, and an understanding passed between them. She wasn't sure what, exactly, but it made her hands reach put and grab the black bag. "I'll unpack, and you bring me the bags."

"Okay." He wandered over to the pile. She watched him go, his back to her, and felt her lips curving up before she could stop them. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Of Moons, Millionaires and Mothers Part 9: Nothing Can Stop Della Duck! or Home

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Of Moons, Millionaires and Mothers, my look at the season 2 arcs of DuckTales. And we’ve hit the big one. We’ve seen Della’s Debut, we’ve seen her ho-yay laden return home.. now we get to see her finally reunite with most of her family.

As I went into last time I genuinely did not expect Della to reuturn mid-season but god I was happy about it. See most shows craft everything towards the finale, so any big character reveals, deaths, returns, and what have you all happen after all the drama has built to a bubbling crude. It’s not a BAD method of doing things either. “The Crossroads of Destiny” from Avatar TLAB, “Apprentice” from Teen Titans, and “True Colors” from Amphibia are all shining examples of bulding all season to one giant explosive climax that often will end on a huge clffhanger to leave you wanting even MORE. There’s genuinely nothing wrong wtih that style.. it’s just some shows forget you can have stuff happen mid season 2 and don’t have to have all your big events at once. In fact Avatar actually did BETTER having Zuko suprisingly betray everyone and have his own long overdue face turn be it’s OWN mid season twist much like Della’s return here. It’s okay to have a long game and build to it but it’s equally okay to change the game entirely mid season and give a huge impacftul moment more time to breathe.

So yeah I really don’t need to talk this one up more, let’s go already, join me under the cut.

We pick up exactly where we left off: Della is at the gates of the mansion, and after trying to moon jump it (”Stupid earth Gravity”) she scales the gates and makes her way to the front door.

We get a great montage of her workshopping what to say: going overly motherly, overly familiar, hiding behind a bush, trying a good old fashioned hey all, Scott here, giving out a loud “AH-HAAAAAAA”, giving a good “Hellooooooooo and wlecome to your mom being back”, “Hello mooseketeers”, “Can you smelllll what your mom.. is cooking”, busting through the mansion like the kool aid man, welcome welcome wlecome to your mom being back tonight, welcome to your late mom, Hello Children, To Me My Children, HEYYYYYY KIDDSSSSS, IT’S THE NEW RED GREEN SHOW WITH YOUR HERO MY UNCLE SCROOGE MCDUCK, how are ya now, THIS IS YOUR MOTHER ANDTHIS IS HER BOOMSTICK, HEYKIDSLETMECUTYOUABROWNIEBEFOREYOUGOTOBED, and of course, suck a dick, dumb shits.

Meanwhile Scrooge and the Kids are about to head out said door with the Cartographer’s Quill, a magical glass quill that always leads to lost treasure. Naturally of course this is a fakeout: the second Scrooge opens up.. he finds Della, drops it in suprise, and it’s now broken so it can’t break the next season.L Cue the theme song

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Eh close enough. So after the Credits Scrooge is naturally utterly shocked to find his niece/surrogate daughter back and after processing it, and likely internally making sure this isn’t some kind of clone, robot, robot clone, or alternate unvierse situation, gladly takes her in for a sweeping hug. After 11 long years of suffering and feeling as if he didn’t do enough.. he finally has his daughter back.

And of course being who they are they waste no time arguging once Della says she was on the moon.. only for the two to just break into laughter. Even the arguments and Scrooge’s love of allteration are things you miss when your away from your family for 11 years. We also get a nice subtle moment where Scrooge notices her metal leg, wonders what happened, she explains it was the crash and he praises her for managing to build such a good prostetic out of rocket parts. While the show did i’ts best not to OVERLY focus on the fact Della lost a let it would be silly if they ignore dthe elephant in the room with it so it’s a nice way to acknowledge it without overdoing the drmatics; Scrooge is clearly horrified but is just as amazed at Della’s inginuity.

So Della decides to finally see her boys only for all three to be holding back scared.. mostly because they have no idea who she is... or rather... they SUSPECT who she, with Webby having naturally figured it out first since she’s detached from all of this, as far as she knows, but it’s clear the sheer shock of having their mom back is a lot to process.

Thankfully Scrooge breaks the ice by introducing the boys to her and Dewey, the one who spent a whole 6 months of his life searching despeartley for her and that missing piece of himself... runs right towards his mom, finally fully filling it in and getting the mother he always wanted so dewpratley back.

Granted we get a break in the drama for a second as it turns out she’d meant for the boys to be named “Jet, Turbo and Rebel”, respectively. Because of course she did, she’s essentially a 90′s commmercial given human form.. like this one...

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Except she’d want extra gay. She even wrote it down for Donald in case people didn’t understand.. clearly he did.. he just understandably didn’t want the kids named after Della’s Sonic OC’s and went with the one sthey have. Huey is next, which fits: he’s cautious.. but also inquistive. He loves learning and once it’s very clear this is really his mom and not some sort of trap , he’s more than willing to open up to her. Dewey of course fled in without thinking because he’s so desperate for his mom back he’d accept a tree stump with her flight hat on it.

Louie of course being the most skeptical and cautious is the last one to hug his mother, as he’s worried this is a trick my magica or a clone or dark helmet again. But he eventaully gives in and all three hug their mother, Mother and Children FINALLY meeting after too damn long apart. After all the suffering it took to find out abotu her and all the strugle and strife it took for Della to get here, their finally back together again. Webby, standing in for the audience, reacts accordingly.

The animation on her by the way is really spectacular. So next up is Freedom Feast 2019, as Della eats everything in front of her as you’d expect after a decade of suriviving only on gum. She also reunites with Beakley.. and the show slyly revealed Beakley arrived sometime AFTER Della left, and sets up the big reveal for the series finale, as Della refers to her as 22 and is shocked ot see her as housekeeper. And wonders about Duckworth before finding out he’s a g-g-g-host. We also get a REALLY nice callback to the pilot as just like they did with scrooge the kids bombard Della with questions, with Scrooge, likely sensding the deja vu, pulling them back so their mom can rest.

Della dosen’t want to relax though and i’ts understandable: she lost 11 years of her kids lives. She wants to spend every second she’s got with them. So instead she decides to make them ALL the deserts and promptly destorys Beakley’s kitchen as you’d expect cooking with Della to go.

The result is a three couses of sugar of all the holidays which the kid sreact to as you’d expect; Webby is filming this for her collection and for her brothers to remember, Dewey of course wolfs it down and celebrates his mom’s culanary abominations and Huey takes a bit despite not being allowed night sugars and becomes unhinged. Louie as the last.. is not touching this as he GETS his mom means well but has also not approached a kitchen in 10 years and he wants to keep his kidneys pristine... they go for a LOT of money. Especially when he sells both and guilts Huey and Dewey into giving him a fresh pair.

But Della isn’t done destroying her son’s artiretes yet as she brings out “A true Della-Cacy” “HOw does she dewey it?”. I will always treasure Louie’s response of “Oh boy there’s two of them now”. It’s the first reactoin to his mom that dosen’t have any hestancy... he’s just like “Why couldn’t it be our dad we’re never going to find out about he got that from christ”> She never really does this again which is a shame, but they probably didn’t want to over-dew it. Dammit now he’s infected me with the motava virus. That's why he does that right?

She made it with Fizzy Rocks, which were removed from the market for making kids sick. Eh.. I mean it is a risk and I can get Louie and Webby telling Dewey not to eat this sparkly monstrosity, which of course he does, but once you’ve seen this

It ruins all other weird cakes for you.

Dewey naturally ends up vomiting frosting like silly string and Della decides to read him a bed time story.

Nah she finds out the boys have already heard Fairy tails though in another nice small moment Louie’s willing to humor his mom so Della goes too far in the other direction with The story of the Gilded Man of El Dorado, a golden golem that murdered a lot of people. SHOCKINGLY this makes it so the children stay up all night and Della fails ot notice she traumtaized her kids the next morning.

Said morning Della has found her airhorn...

Sadly not her matching Foam Cowboy hat but she’ll have to make do. She stashed a bunch around the mansion. Granted they shoudlln’t be working but given the lack of sleep she’s clearly running on she easily could’ve ran out to walmart and got some in the night. Or this is a cartoon and I shoudln’t worry about air horns expering.

Huey has to worry about hearing loss though as Dewey, naturally, blows one right in his ear, and Della tries to teach her kids how to shred the gnar... which ends in a chandalier accident because of course it does. We then get one of the more.. questionable moments as Beakley says “I’m used to cleaning up after children’. I mean she’s right Della screwed up.. but well... i’ll put a pin in this for a scene.

So after that Della goes to the house boat and catches up on all the things she’s missed and is happy her brother is seemingly on a nice relaxing vacatoin... instead of you know hurtling through space. While I LIKE this plotline, it does have one monster truck through a wall sized plot hole: The ship went missing. Della never went back for it, no one ever thought about it, and Scrooge didn’t call the city to gripe about them picking it up. It just makes no logical sense. It’s a rocket to the moon! It’s incredibly valuable not to mentoin likely held all of Della’s shit from her stay there. Why would no one want this? I get it’d bring up bad memories in scrooge and possibly that plus ptsd in Della... but at the same time this is Scrooge we’re talking about. Even if he didn’t want to see the thing itself he’d want it checked, forechecked, backchecked and paychecked. He’d have Gyro run that thing over with a fine tooth comb: double check everything Della herself had to report over it, make sure there was no hidden bombs or anything (Granted WE know all but one of the moonlanders are good people, btu Scrooge is a paranoid old bastard), and most importantly make sure someone like say, Glomgold dosen’t take it and strap a bunch fo sharks to it and launch it at his house. It’s too dangerous a thing and too improtant a scietnefic discovery to just leave in a park and Della only did because she was desperate to get home. And if it WAS missing wouldn’t Scrooge assume either the city took it or one of his foes did? The fact NO ONE ever brings this up frustates me a bit and it only dosen’t spoil the plot because th erest of the plot is so good.

But while we’re on the topics of thigns they never bring up.... let’s go ahead and adress the Wild Pig in the room shall we? Hey buddy how’ve you been.

Good to know. And while we’re at it let’s talk about the fact they NEVER adress Scrooge and Donald’s estrangment nor BOTH men keeping the kids in the dark about her for a decade on screen. EVER. And Frank TRIED to justify this “We’r enot a family drama show etc”. But.. it just dosen’t hold water. A good chunk of the show is family drama. The entire first season is built around finding out what happened to della and the series opens with Scrooge and Donald not speaking to each other and the why being part of that big Della mystery. Lena’s whole arc was about an abusive family. This series is more about family than Fast and the Furious so NEVER adresing Della’s feeling about her brother hiding her legacy from her kids or her crash having drove her brother and uncle apart.... it just feels like a cop out. Like Frank just didn’t feel like writnig this story so he and Matt just.. didn’t. And you could say “well maybe they were just covering for Disney”... but when have they EVER blamed something on Disney? Frank’s won’t take the side door, he’ll come right up and knock and has been very honest about what DIsney won’t let him do which ranges from silly corprate stuff i.e. not being able to use Mickey to standard Disney Homophobia i.e. not letting Penny be openly gay because they’ll loose precious pennies from russia and china. Just redub it like you do the 80 dozen times you’ve said “this character is gay” but haven’t had the fucking balls to actually have them be queer in a way you can’t easily edit out. YOu’ve ONLY done that twice in your whole history and on tv only, and you never triumphantly rolled out press releases for either, the press covered it all on their own.

Anyways, my point is Frank is an honest man, and wouldn’t lie about this and if Disney was going to fire him for saying stuff about them they didn’t want out, they would’ve already. Disney, for all their faults including the one I just hammered at for the 85th time and will no doubt do again next time it pops up, dosen’t really care if it’s creators peel back the curtain and reveal Disney for the horrifyign robtoic insects they are. This choice was The Crew’s alone and they choose poorly.

If he didn’t want family drama.. then don’t write it into your show’s dna and don’t never adress it or give us closure on it. They GAVE us closure on Scrooge and Donald: while the two didn’t hold hands and sing afterwords, the two are on much better terms once both let go of their respective petty grudges, and really it didn’t NEED to be said, just shown they were better now they were finally seeing I2I. But with Della.. it just never feeels like she found out Donald hid her life from the boys and it’s something that SHOULD have been adressed, with both sides having valid reason: Donald was hurt at her leaving and scared to tell the boys thei rmom left them in the egg, and Della has every right to be hurt he buried their entire legacy and history. Instead it just goes unsaid and Donald is propped up as World’s Greatest dad.. which to be fair he is the best parent in this series, Della becomes a close second, but it dosen’t change things. It’s just so damn frustrating because it felt like they were buildign to this the whole series.. and then just never adresed it. And they teased at it in season 3 with Donalds “no one gets lost” but they just never have the two deal with it. And I will never get over that.

So Della then notices something that upsets her: Launchpad and her first interactoin with the guy is.. yelling at him for taking her job despite it being entirely stupid to do so since she was gone a full decade then going to yell at Scrogoe about it. I bring this up because like a lot of people at the time I both shipped Delpad and felt he might be the boys parents so to have the former possibly begin with yelling and the latter deconfrimed in the most hilarious way possible was a bit of a shock. I still shipped them though, I felt she’d warm up to him eventually. I was clearl ywrong and drifted as it was clear that while she didn’t hate the guy she didn’t repect him nor treat him as an equal in canon. I’m still fine with Delpad mind you, I just coudln’t reconile it with canon anymore and I get that’s not an issue for everyone who ships. I still think they have great chemistry.. I just realized it wasn’t working for me anymore. Still feel the attacks Delpad has gotten are stupid as hell though: Della is implied to be bi (She could still be just straight up gay mind you, as we don’t know HOW she got pregannt but still), Launchpad is CANOCIALLY pansexual, it dosen’t stop you from shippin Delbumbra or Drakepad and if you think i’m being a bit overly defensive keep in mind during one of the delpad weeks someone posted art of the two burning a gay flag in the delpad tag just to piss people off. So yeah, no this shit gets out of control sometimes: as long as it isn’t incest , pedophilia or forcing a canocially lesbian character, like say penny, into a straight ship, and we only knew she was canocially gay as of “They Put a Moonlander on the Earth!’, then just let people ship what they want.

So Della goes to scream complain at her uncle.. and instead finds a Family Meeting happening without her. Which from context CLEARLY was brought together by Beakley who while reluctant... has doubts about Della poorly adjusting as a mom. Okay pulling that pin out...

Yeah... Beakley being overly judgemental isn’t new: She was against Lena not because Lena was a double agent, Beakley seems to be REALLY bad at finding those for a former spy master, but because she didn’t like her atittude and blamed her for taking them to a scary movie that Beakley didn’t remotely bother to vet and for taking the kids on a wild adventure.. aka the kind of thing they get into NORMALLY and are capable of handeling even this early in the series even without an adult.

But here.. it plays much worse. There it’s clearly playing into her character flaw of being way too protective of Webby, and given the context we now hav eof her backstory her protectivness is understandable: she spent Webby’s whole life terrified FOWL would resurface and find the girl again. Her having to learn to turn that off and accept sometimes a troubled kid is just a troubled kid and not a gun at the back of yoru daughters head is okay.

Here though? She’s judging a person who just spent 11 years in a highly traumatic situation, clearly hasn’t entirely grown up mentally in that time, and just MET her kids yesterday. Della isn’t a great mom.. but that’s because she’s acting more like a sister than an Aunt. She’s steeeld herself for raising her kids for a decade, tried her hardest.. but being a parent isn’t easy nor something you can take on easily and i’ts going to take time and patience for he rto adjust to being one, let alone to loosing 10 years of her life. It’d be like getting pissed at captain america not getting how a smart phone works the day he got out of the ice. These things take time.

What makes it frustrating though is she has ANOTHER episode of critcizing Della to come, and clearly dosen’t get over it despite Scrooge making the same argument I did in a bit. She’s so up her own ass about being right as a parent she’s not trying to actually HELP della be better. And her backstory only makes it worse: Beakley also found herself suddenly raising a child and also made key mistakes, but can’t seem to own up to that fact or empahthize. Della did screw up with the kids, but Beakley kept webby from people and trained her into a weapon. While she meant WELL by that it dosen’t change the fact it happened nor that the show never really calls her out on it and instead paints her as this perfect parent like they do with Donald. Their GOOD parents but no parent is perfect and donlad fucked up too by never telling them about Della. It’s a painful truth sure but it’s not his right to keep it or thei birthright from them. And while he isn’t called out on it, he does CLEARLY regret it eventually and realize what he’d done. Beakley never seems to and like the never bringing up the estrangment on screen once della’s back, it will neve rnot bother me.

It dose’nt bother Della though who while pissed is idingiant and Dewey and Huey back Della up pointing out while she is a bit of a mess.. as Huey puts it “SHE’S STILL HER MOM” also his eardrums are still blown hence the all caps. But Louie.. is less sure.. it’s not that he dosen’t WANT her in his life but he dosen’t know how , even blaming himself a bit: he’s been without a Mom so long he just dosen’t know what to do now he has one or how to adjust.

Scrooge then loudly claims “She’s not a mother” and Della runs off crying. Naturally though this is one of those mildly annoying caases where a character overhears something without context. This can work and does here, as Scrooge can be that harsh so it dosen’t feel out of character he’d say that, but it often relies one people acting like morons or decidnig to leave without hearing MORE or making a lot of asusmptions.

But he didn’t finish.. it’s not yet and as I said he makes the same argument I did: She’s been a mom for ONE DAY after a decade of severe trauma. She needs time to figure out how she fits into the family now it’s changed so much and how she fits in with her kids.

Meanwhile Della’s solo moping in the garage, frustrated that after all this effort she just dosen’t FIT into her family anymore and one of her own sons can’t process her being there, she keeps hurting all of them, and one of their new extended families wants her out because she’s a judgemental bitch. She kicks the gilded man, which of course is in the garage, and accidnetly activates it and decides that fighting it will solve everything. Scrooge comes in with a nice callback to the pilot “What in Dismal Downs is Going on here?”.. before deciding he REALLY needs to lock the garage. Della wants him to go get the kids so she can show off but finds they’ve already used up most of the magical artifacts in previous adventures and any others are at the museum. She and Scrooge end up ducking behin da coin where Scrooge finds out she’s so desperate because of what he said.. and while he dosen’t walk it back like he should, he does tell her she can’t just expect a relatoinship.

Unfortunatley her attempt to stop the gilded man instead opens the garage and lets him out. Huey’s reactoin is priceless “OUR NIGHTMARES HAVE BECOME REAL!”. The Gilded Man tries to grab excalibur which can only be wielded by the one true king of england before simply lifting up the dirt around it and using it as a mace and bashing beakley with it.

This leads to a fight and Della trying to stop the Gilded man the same way she idd as a kid, crawling inside it. But even if most Duck adults aren’t exactly large, she can’t slip inside and gets stuck. Thankfully Louie seeing his mom in danger snaps him out of thigns and he quickly rallies the kids, especially one Della realizes the Gilded man didn’t like noise, quickly tying the three airhorns they got earlier together, having his sibligns help ge tit to their mom then della stomps on the triple air horn after throwing it inside the guilded man, causing him to collapse.. and nearly collapse on Louie who Della saves, cradling her child who finally accepts her.

So with a nice speech, Della admits this won’t be easy but if her family will have her, she’ll try and be the best mom she can no matter how long it takes. They naturally do and she waxes wistfully about Donald missing out on this. Naturally Donald ends up on the moon, gasping for air and while he finds Oxychew he also finds the moonlanders.. and Lunaris quickly uses him for a scapegoat and has him captured

Final Thoughts:

This episode is excellent. The pacing, the acting, the animation is all pitch perfect and it rightfully focuses entirely on Della’s return, with the only cutaway from the story being some breif shots of Donald’s voyage to the moon and his capture at the end. The tight focus helps the emotions sit and really let Paget shine. This is Della’s first time interacting with the rest of the main cast, and it goe sperfectly with her neatly settling into dynamics with everyone but Webby who she never quite got one with. Beakley is frustrated with her, Scrooge can be but is far more patient with Della as he sees himself in the woman and sees her as his daughter, Dewey of course gloms onto his mom immediatley, Huey sees the issues she’s having but regonzies she means well and Louie of course being the most guarded takes the most time to warm up to her and even then isn’t malicious about not being usre about it, he just dosen’t know how to process. In an instant everyone has a dynamic with her with plenty of room for her to grow into their lives and she fits perfectly into the cast while still shaking it up nicely. It was a MASSIVE gamble to add yet another lead to an already full main cast that struggles to ballance said cast.. but it paid off wonderfully> This episode is truly excellent and the best is yet to come.

Next Time: Della gets her first of three episodes bonding with her boys as she and Dewey do some mother son bonding in the arctic while Glomgold sinks lower as Owlson FINALLY reaches her breaking ponit and Scrooge is forced to carry him around like an angry toddler.

#ducktales #della duck #scrooge mcduck #dewey duck #huey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #bentina beakley #launchpad mcquack #delpad #nothing can stop della duck

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monst · 4 years

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Imposter: Medbay

Part 3: Medbay

An interactive bnha among us au:

Word count: 2,780

Warnings: This series contains descriptions of murder and dismemberment, Deception and morally questionable actions, Angst and betrayal.

Tw: Death, No voting today but next update be prepared to eject someone...

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Taglist: @redbeanteax @tspice283 @kurinhimenezu @simpforeveryone @ queenlibra134 @thewheezingwyvern

Your ass was beginning to numb, the firm material of the cot had long since become uncomfortable but there was not much else you could do but sit and observe. Amajiki was standing over various vials of russet liquid. At first you had been intrigued with the whirring of the machine watching as it prepped the blood to be analyzed, you sponged every word the doctor said finding all the little tidbits of information fascinating.

Three hours later...well they weren’t as fascinating anymore. The mess of wires and scanners job was to speed up the process yet there had been no results and you for the umpteeth time a sigh slipped past your lips and fog happily clouded your visor. From your spot you heard the dark haired man chuckle at your expense.

“It’ll only be a couple more hours (Name).” He informed.

“Yay more waiting.” You deadpanned. “I dunno how you do it Tama.”

A shrug lifted his shoulders and he carefully pulled up a vial with a pair of tongs. “I do it because I like it.” He mused as if it were obvious. “It’s akin to if I asked you why you like lasers.”

“It’s totally not the same thing.” You laughed. Amajiki was easy going if not a bit jittery, the last few hours with him taught you that although he was a bit shy he wasn’t a pushover. The proof of that lied in the empty cups of coffee you had been instructed to get him.

“That’s...Odd.” You heard him murmur.

“Hmm? What is?” Your legs pricked at standing up so quickly, a dull hum of electricity making them tingle and pulse. Your legs wobbled a bit as blood flowed back into them and as soon as you were able to you were quickly peering over his shoulder to see the ‘oddity’.

“....It’s a vial of blood.” You sighed not seeing anything remotely different.

“I thought I explained it to you?” He sighed. “When a Sticur hijacks a body it breaks it down, depending on the blood type and antigens present the deconstruction can either be quick or slow, or in the case of your blood not at all.” He relayed, holding up the sample of your blood.

“Huh… Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You asked.

“I’d wager it’s more of a bad thing.” He concluded. “Sure your body won’t break down but that just means the parasite has a sturdy and durable host. That and it makes it practically impossible for me to tell if your it’s current host.”

“...So that’s why you tested my sample first?” You snorted.

“Well if we’re going to be together for a while I need to make sure it’s not you, not that you’d give off any signs like hair whitening and the reddening of your scalera. Hmm there might be another way to tell…”

“And that way is?” You pressed, eager to show you weren’t ‘infected’ so to speak.

You could see his eyes furrow beneath his visor, a bubbling red staining his cheeks. He turned around and opened a top cabinet and pulled out a plastic cup.

“Ughh you’ve got to be kidding me!?” You groaned. He gave you a timid smile. “Wait I can’t leave you alone.”

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” He reassured, you were still hesitant but he quickly showed you that the taser in Bakugou’s possession wasn’t the only weapon aboard. And as you walked to the cafeteria to get to the bathroom you wondered if anyone else knew that the doctor had a couple scalpels on hand…

Once in the cafeteria you beelined it towards the restroom, you hastily locked the door then began to remove the bulky suit. You had no issues with said unisex bathroom. It was a large space with a couple of stalls, sectioned off to the left were the showers. As almost everything on the vessel, it was in pristine condition but right now the clear reflective metal of the floor sent shivers down your spine. The silence in the large room was deafening and you quickly did your business, you sprang to wash your hands and shimmied the black suit on in record time.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the vent pumping air into the space came to life, the rushing wind sound filled the room with an ominous pressure that had you sprinting out of there and rushing towards the medbay. You had just entered the hall, your eyes catching the sight of the soft blue glow of the room, just as you were about to a approach-

-Shlap-

You almost lost your footing as you reared back, the metallic door nearly swiping your face clean off. You exclaimed loudly, shock paralyzing your bones for a moment until panic began to seep into your pores. You came down on the door, your gloved fists hammering the metal.

“Tamaki!” You called. Your mind raced, all manner of horrid happenings flashing across your brain. You had caught a glimpse of Tamaki’s back, he seemed to have been none the wiser when the door shut. And to you that could only mean one thing.

“Fuck!” You swore, you struggled to pry the heavy doors open but only succeeded in bending your nails beneath your gloves. To make matters worse you couldn’t hear anything. The only sounds that accompanied your relentless assault on the door was the typical hum of Oxygen being pumped through filters. Dread encompassed your trembling bones, you weren’t sure if the silence of the room was more terrifying than if you would have been able to hear.

Your cheeks were wet with tears when the door finally opened. Without a second thought you raced inside all thoughts of self-preservation abandoned as you took in the sight of the medbay. Your jaw slackened at the sight. The room was a disaster, test tubes were shattered onto the ground, their continents painting the wall like splatter art. The machine running the test was in terrible shape, a mess of stringed wires laid out of an open flap, it sickenly reminded you of intestines.

Your eyes searched the room frantically, until you finally saw a body. You rushed over to the purple suit and hauled off the heavy slab of mattress that laid upon him. You let out a long chorus of nos as you tried to check for any signs of life. To your immense relief you couldn’t spot any lacerations. You quickly deduced that he must have lost consciousness and you hauled him over to another cot a million questions on your mind. You didn’t see anyone else in the room and you could feel the rush of adrenaline in your blood at the implication.

You rushed towards the drawer Tamaki had shown you before you left but the scalpels were missing. With nothing to defend yourself with you proceeded to bind the doctor with makeshift binds. You had finished the last knot and almost as if on cue he began to stir. He groaned, and you could only guess at how he was feeling. He removed his helmet and sat up with a wince. He tried to move his hand to the back of his head when he noticed that his wrists were bound.

“I don’t blame you.” He sighed. “It looks really suspicious from your end but I promise it wasn’t me.”

“...Then what...Happened?”

“I don’t even know.” He breathed. “One moment I’m picking up Shinsou’s vial and the next the door slammed shut. Before I could even react someone pushed me and tossed one of these at me.” He recounted, fingers tapping the mattress.

“I hit my head on the floor and everything spun for a minute. I saw a figure but everything was blurry...they were going to kill me but the door opened..The vent!” He shouted suddenly. His indigo eyes burned into your as he motioned towards the vent. “I’m positive that’s how they got away.”

“..But those vents are tiny, it’d be hard for a grown person to fit in there comfortably let alone one wearing this.” You reasoned, pinching the fabric of your suit.

“It’s probably messing with its host’s skeletal structure.” Tamaki mused. “This could really help us figure out who it is.”

He motioned for you to undo his bindings and you decided to take that gamble and trust him. “The equipment’s wrecked.” He huffed.

“So how are we going to figure it out if it’s broken?” You asked.

“Two ways, the easy and dangerous way is to look for common signs, odd skeletal protrusions and unnatural movement included since they literally slid through a vent.”

“And the other?” You pressed.

“The hard and fast way, we fix the machine and get more samples.” He summarized. “Luckily we have the necessary items to fix it in the storage area, we’ll grab the items and then come back. Hopefully by the time we come back the others will be taking a break in the cafeteria. We’ll tell them about the venting and grab more samples but for now.” He stood up with a wobbly and motioned you over. You didn’t hesitate in grabbing the heavy table, helping him slide it a top the vent.

You both decided to walk through the cafeteira and head straight down as opposed to going the long way. To your annoyance the storage room was dimly lit.

“You’d think that the Captain would have all the lights on at full power.” You huffed.

“If he did that than other areas that are more important would get less energy.” Tamaki answered as he continued to souffle through boxes.

“But still we're kinda in a situation where maybe having everything bright will help us see better….Oh I think I found it!” You chimed pointing at a thick box that laid underneath various others.

“...Yeah that’s it alright.” The both of you set to work on freeing the box like a game of mahjong.

“Careful.” He grunted, as he helped you lift a heavy box.

“Hey guys what’s up?!” The box tumbled to the ground, it’s continents shattering when it kissed the floor. “Were those the backup light-bulbs?”

Your heart did a somersault when you heard a voice other than Tamaki’s, Mirio’s sudden presence spooked you, his lime green suit was hidden by tendrils of dark shadows. The glare of the low light reflected off his visor not allowing either of you to see his face. All in all he looked rather ominous and the fact that Tamaki bumped into the box behind him was proof enough that you weren’t the only one to think so. The both of you stared up at Mirio from your spot on the ground, ever so slightly you would inch back scared by his silence.

As far as you have come to notice silence never came alone. “Ha!” He laughed, not knowing how hard that sound made you tense. “You guys should see the look on your faces.” He chuckled. “Relax I’m not possessed by some demon alien from hell.” He continued raising his hands to show he meant no harm.

Tamaki relaxed first, his brows furrowing, annoyed at the heart stopping scare. He made it a point to tell the gleeful blonde that his scare wasn’t appreciated.

“Yeah now’s not the time to be playing like that.” You huffed allowing your heart rate to sink to normal. “And why are you here alone? Weren’t you paired with Bakugou?” You asked looking around for the other blonde security guard.

“Oh yeah, I left him in the security room.” He shrugged. “We saw you guys heading down here from admin, there aren’t any cameras in here so Bakugou asked me to come down here to make sure you guys were safe.”

“But why didn’t the both of you come?” Tamaki asked.

“Well you know how Bakugou is, He said there was something odd going on with someone, apparently they moved from room to room oddly, almost appearing out of nowhere, personally I think he’s getting paranoid so I left him checking that, that and he’s got the taser and his fists.” Mirio chuckled.

“You know I’ve been meaning to ask about that.” You hummed. “Why is it that Bakugou has the taser and not you? Aren’t you in a higher position?” You asked.

“Well yes I am... but he wanted it more than me, and as the bigger person I let him have it.” Mirio winked. You snorted but Mirio continued, “But in all honesty, Bakugou is someone I trust with my life so there was no reason as to why I wouldn’t have relented, he’s a hot head but he’s incredibly loyal-

“Togata.” Tamaki interrupted, you both turned to him as he had gasped out his friends name, his face was sheet white, his pupils shrunken down to pen points.

“You okay you don’t loo-

“I-Is there a vent in the security room?” He whispered.

“Vent? Yeah I think there’s one. Why?”

You felt your pulse slow, time seeming to freeze as the weight of what Tamaki was implying hit you. Your head turned so quickly towards the dark-haired man that you heard the sharp pop of your neck. “Y-You mean? Oh god..”

“Hey what’s up with you two?” The both of you didn’t give Mirio another thought as you got to your feet and began to sprint down the hall. The buffy blonde quickly pursued. He shouted at Tamaki demanding why the both of you were acting so cryptic.

“Vents! The parasite is using the vents to get around!?” Tamaki yelled back.

“Shit.” Mirio cursed, his legs propelling him ahead of both of you, the lot of you rushed past the lower engine room and quickly turned the corner to see what you feared.

Shindo was pounding on the metal of the door, He jumped in shock when he saw the three of you. “I don’t know what the hell is going on?!” He shouted “I was in the reactor room with Deku when he suddenly walked out, I didn’t think anything of it till I heard him scream, When I ran out to see this door was closed.” He rushed through his words panic lacing his tone.

“Do you think he closed it?” He added.

“No, it was the imposter.” Tamaki hissed. “He can somehow close the doors.”

“Shindo do something!?” You shouted, tugging at his pink suit. Mirio was crashing against the door to no avail but you knew Shinso could open it. “Hack into the mainframe and unlock it.”

“Oh fuck yes! Your right!” He pulled out a device from his suit and connected it to the pad on the door. “C’mon work.” He hissed. You looked down to what he was doing then up towards the door.

“It’ll be okay. They’ll be okay. Bakugou is one hell of a fighter and Deku is nothing to sneeze at.” mirio tried to reassure. But his pacing let you know that he was worried. Your heart thumped loudly with every second that passed, the door was still locked and Shindo seemed to be sweating, tapping on the device harshly as it refused to cooperate.

“C’mon can’t you make it open?” Tamaki mumbled. “Weren’t you bragging about being great at this.”

“S-shut up, I’m under a lot of pressure right now and something is jammin- ah I got it!” You all breathed a sigh of relief as the door parted. You wished the door had remained shut. And you wished you could unsee what you saw. And you wished you could unhear Deku’s anguished screams as he held Bakugou’s unmoving body close..

#bnha among us #bnha among us au #Mirio Togata #Tamaki Amajiki #izuku midoriya #shindo yo #bnha x reader #tw: death

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gloriainalbis · 4 years

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Half a Person

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader Words: 7.8k Warnings: Drugs, smoking, and alcohol, mentions of ODing and death, swearing Summary: It’s difficult watching the person you care about most in the world barreling towards rock bottom, and it’s even more difficult when you only find out after. Ao3

For what felt like the hundredth time, you were waiting outside a formidably bland concrete building, leaning against your car and staring up at a sign that read ‘Something-Something Clinic’ or ‘The-Such-And-Such Center.’ Today it was Lakeshore Hills Rehabilitation. You’d gotten the all too familiar call only a week ago, and it was the first time you’d heard anything from Klaus in almost a month. Seeing Lakeshore’s name pop up, you’d answered immediately. You had the main number for close to every rehab center in the city saved in your phone for precisely this eventuality.

“Klaus?!” you answered expectantly. “y/n! Oh, how I’ve missed your voice!” You ignored him and got right to the point. “Where have you been?” “Oh, here and there. Rehab, mostly.” Well, that explained his absence, but not the lack of calls. “Why haven’t I heard from you? I was worried.” You still were, honestly, but decided to leave that part out. “Oh, you know, reasons.” It was painfully apparent that he was leaving something out. “Anyways! Got any plans for next Friday?” “Do you need someone to pick you up?” “Excellent deduction skills, y/n.” “Thank you. What time?” “Noon, Lakeshore Hills. Be there or be square!” You grinned, grateful that he couldn’t see you smiling at his joke. “Okay, Klaus.” “Great, thank you. Goodbye!” “Wait!-” the line clicked and went dead, leaving you with some answers and even more questions.

You still hadn’t heard from Klaus in the past week, but you tried not to hold that against him. Someone from the rehab center had called you a few days ago to confirm that you were Klaus’s designated pick-up, which was one of many hints that something wasn’t right. You were often there to pick him up, but it was seldom that it was required. The front doors burst open. “y/n!” Klaus was beaming as he jumped over the front steps. “Hey, Klaus.” You had planned on scolding him and asking questions but forgot as soon as you saw him. “It’s so good to see you!” He pulled you into a giant hug, and the feathery trim of his coat tickled your cheek. “Mr. Hargreeves!” you heard from the door, “Mr. Hargeeves, wait! We still need you and your escort to sign discharge papers.” He pulled away and cocked an eyebrow at you, “Oooh, escort…” he purred. “How scandalous,” you joked before turning to the nurse. “Forgive him.” You walked with Klaus back to the building, signed the papers, and then left, for real this time. When you finally got back to the car, he seemed to sink into the passenger’s seat, slumping into it and propping his feet up on the dashboard in front of him, plastic hospital bracelet dangling from his wrist. You tried to keep your eyes on the road, but couldn’t help sneaking a glance at him. The lines of exhaustion were written clearly all over his face. “So,” you started. “You look… unwell.” “I have my reasons.” He shot you a nonchalant grin that didn’t seem to fit the mood, but oh well. You turned off the main road and were only a few streets away from Klaus’s apartment when he stopped you. “Ooooh, wait, I have a huge favor to ask of you.” He sat up a little straighter. “Okay? Shoot.” “Well, I got evicted, so-” “You what?!” Well, that was quite the bombshell. “I was kicked out! My lease is no more, it’s passed on, gone to meet its maker, it’s an ex-lease, whatever.” He gestured dramatically into thin air. You persisted, “When did this happen?” “While I was in rehab,” he admitted quietly. He still seemed to be hiding something, though, which worried you. “Is that even legal? Can they do that?” “Uuuuhhhh....” he tried to stall, but you shot him an incredibly motivating glare. “Alright, fine. I may or may not have neglected to pay my rent, and upon further inquiry was found severely passed out.” Excuse you? What was that supposed to mean? If you weren’t worried before (which you had been), you were now. “What? Did you-” “On the upside, it was the closest I’ve been to actually seeing Ben in years!” He brushed you off with an even more cryptic admission. “Oh my god, Klaus, what do you mean?” You could feel your heart sinking lower and lower in your chest as he continued to ignore your questions. “That I definitely need a place to stay.” You had already turned around and started driving back to your place. “No, I meant-“ “Do you mind, (Y/N), if I used your couch for a while, pretty pleaaaase?” That exhaustion from earlier was peeking through his resolve, and you could see how much he just needed to sleep, to rest. Maybe he would talk about it later. “Fine,” you acquiesced, hoping this wouldn’t bite you in the ass later. “Yay! Thank you, y/n!” He clapped his hands triumphantly and blew joyful kisses at you until you finally smiled.

The rest of the car ride involved minimal chatter as you tried to process what he had told you. It was incredibly serious. From what you could tell, going over his words again and again in your head, ‘severely passed out,’ ‘closest to actually seeing Ben in years,’ he had OD’d, and not in his typical wake-up-in-the-ambulance fashion. You knew that he could see and talk to Ben, at least when he was mostly sober, so being closer to him than he had been in years meant something different. How were you only hearing about this now? Since he had just gotten out of rehab, this had to have been at the very least a month ago. Klaus could have realistically, actually died. Your mind raced with possibilities and questions, but most of all, you just wanted to make sure he would be okay. He had to be. You made an odd pair, you being a somewhat put together, mostly functioning adult, and him being a clingy junkie whose life was perpetually in shambles. Still, you couldn’t imagine your world without him in it. He was your best friend, the person you cared about more than your self-preservation instincts wanted to allow. You saw so much more in him than he could ever imagine. Without him… you didn’t even want to entertain the notion. You were all about being prepared, but this was too real. You couldn’t think those thoughts and imagine that you could very well go through them all again in not too long, for real.

You got back to your apartment finally, telling Klaus you’d make space on the couch for him before going off to find pillows and blankets. He started walking backward hastily in the direction of your bathroom. “I gotta go- in the other room- to the bathroom- for a sec…” “Okay, Klaus…” It was strange, but Klaus himself was strange, and it wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d heard from him today. Klaus made sure he saw you leave the room before walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. As an addict and junkie, he’d hidden stashes everywhere. Honestly, the Hargreeves mansion would probably be worth considerably more if all the drugs hidden there were taken into account, and those stashing instincts extended to your apartment as well. Klaus stared intently at the tile walls of your bathroom, looking for the one that was slightly out of place. He found it above the toilet, a few tiles down from the ceiling.

You returned to the living room, placing down your gathered things before sitting beside them, melting into the couch, exhausted, as Klaus had done in your car. With him momentarily gone, you had some space to think- and break down. You let out a quiet sob. And then another. You had been so close to losing Klaus and knew that it would, in all likelihood, only happen again. And again. And again. You needed to be there for him and make him see how much he meant to you, but he was once more approaching rock bottom, and you didn’t know if you could take it this time. A painful tension built in your chest as you tried to keep some semblance of composure, but sobs kept bubbling up and the hurt kept ripping through you. So, head in hands, you curled up, pulling yourself closer and closer inward.

Klaus was standing on your toilet, carefully and quietly removing a loose wall tile. “Bingooo!” he whispered with levity. “This is a bad idea,” Ben spoke, suddenly appearing in your bathroom. “Oh, Ben, lovely to see you. Bye now!” Ben glared indignantly as Klaus wiggled his fingers and un-summoned him. “Wha- Klaus!” “Toodles!” And with that, Ben disappeared. He was replacing the tile, pill bottle in hand, when he heard a sound coming from the living room. He froze, listening. He had learned many things during the decade and a half he spent under the instruction of Reginald Hargreeves, one being the importance of gathering intel. When faced with an unfamiliar environment or sound, listen, stay still, and wait. Figure out what it is before proceeding. But, being perfectly honest, Klaus wasn’t thinking about his childhood superhero training at that moment, he was far more concerned with being caught. Nevertheless, the sound became clearer as he focused on it, and he could eventually make out sniffling and- crying? Shoving the pills into his coat pocket, he leaned down and steadied himself on the counter before slowly stepping off the toilet, being careful to ensure that the rubber soles of his shoes didn’t squeak. He unlocked the bathroom as quietly as possible and crept into the doorway to see what was wrong. Something in his heart broke. The crying slowed to fitful sniffles, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the tears still shining in your red eyes and on your cheeks. The pill bottle felt unrealistically heavy in his pocket as his stomach dropped right down to his feet, leaving only sickening embarrassment and shame. He felt like a complete and utter piece of shit. He tried to let it pass, but it just kept washing over him in waves. It was difficult, but even more so was trying to keep that fear and guilt from showing in his voice as he spoke up. “y/n?” Surprised and a little startled by his sudden appearance, you turned around and made attempts to wipe your eyes dry, but it was too late. And you both knew it. You tried not to look at him as he crossed the room and sat beside you, very contained and un-Klaus-like. By contrast, he couldn’t tear his eyes from you and couldn’t stop feeling like shit. Then you turned to him, perking up and putting on a thinly veiled smile, the tone of your voice too cheery to be sincere. “Hey, Klaus, what’s up?” The furious drying had only worsened the redness of your eyes as you continued to look like a vision of sorrow. “Well, I saw you crying. So that’s something.” You should’ve known that he understood you too well to be fooled that easily. And he was right. Your smile broke, eyebrows furrowing into a painful look of grief. “Are you alright?” he knew his words were hollow. It was more than obvious that you weren’t alright, but he didn’t want to point out or confirm why. You slumped back into the couch, looking defeated. This was difficult to say. “It’s… hard. To see you so determined to destroy yourself.” You stopped there, wanting to be strong, unwaveringly stable, worried that Klaus would lose all motivation if your faith in him wasn’t absolute. But feelings and emotions aren’t that simple. Klaus relied strongly on you to ground him, to provide a baseline and a home, but he was well aware of his failure to maintain any and all relationships and didn’t expect much beyond that. And besides, he was used to letting people down and had been able to see your weariness with him grow considerably over the past few months. And you- you were tired. The fuel of your optimism and hope had gone completely dry, and you were running on empty. You wanted to believe he could and would stay sober but you just didn’t anymore. There was the occasional good day or two, but they never lasted. He didn’t know what to do, what he could say, to make it better. So he went with the next best thing, sincerity. He reached out for your hand, both to steady himself and to let you know how much he meant what he was about to say. “I’m sorry,” he whispered through a broken voice. It was small and nearly silent, but you appreciated it far more than any speech or string of excuses. It was real and genuine. Letting go of your hand, he reached an arm out to bring you close, and you understood. He nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You spoke no words. You didn’t need to. Sincerity was a lot more difficult for Klaus than his usual flippancy and nonchalance, and you were both too drained to continue talking anyway. You just held onto each other.

That night, you went to your room while Klaus tried to settle into the couch. He lay there, unable to fall asleep. Time ticked on, and he could do nothing but stay awake. He was on his back, one hand resting on his stomach and the other behind the pillow under his head. He was lucky that your apartment wasn’t as haunted as it could be. But time is long, and the dead are plenty, so Klaus was never without his demons. They whispered in the back of his mind, very quietly, barely there. But it was hard not to hear them, and it was worse when he closed his eyes. The long-gone and less unsettled spirits that he had a harder time conjuring visually had almost no trouble simply projecting their likenesses into his mind. They called for him, reaching out through him, into him, all around him. He could almost feel their clammy hands plastered all over his skin, suffocating him, dragging him back down with them. Breathless, utterly exhausted, and entirely unable to sleep, Klaus sat up and walked to your room. He didn’t quite know what he was doing and, feeling odd just standing in the doorway, crept closer to you and whispered your name. “Klaus?” You were groggy and confused but awake. “Wakey wakey,” he joked, trying to keep the mood light. “What is it? Is something wrong?” He didn’t look great, his mussed up hair flying off in countless directions. Dark circles loomed under his wide, fearful eyes. “I was wondering if I could… uh… maybe stay with you?” “Of course,” you patted the space next to you, and he climbed into bed gratefully. At first, you were just lying next to each other, but as he got more comfortable and you settled down again, his hand naturally found yours. Once you were holding hands, it only made sense to scooch closer to each other. You were both tired and needed comforting. Consequences be damned. Before long, he was on his side, arms wrapped around you while you lay against him, nestled into his chest. He placed a small kiss on your forehead, and you smiled lazily, knowing that he was doing the same. You couldn’t help but love the feeling of his skin against yours, his body beside you, solid and warm and wholesome.

He was still there, still entangled, when you awoke the next morning. You let yourself enjoy his peaceful expression for a few moments. Time didn’t seem to pass as you lay there with him. As far as you were concerned, you had always been here, sleepy and happy in the soft morning light, and always would be. Eventually, you couldn’t help yourself, and you reached up a hand to touch his cheek. His eyes opened, greeting you with tender green, and he smiled. “What a beautiful way to wake up.” You refrained from giggling but definitely felt like it. “Hello to you, too.” You dropped your hand from his face, letting it fall into the small space between you. “How about we do all this again in, hmmm, ten minutes.” He pulled you closer. “You didn’t get any sleep at all on the couch, did you?” You wondered with some concern He closed his eyes, “Nope.” “I’ll make us breakfast,” you decided, trying to sit up but finding his arms inextricably wrapped around your waist. “Hmmph,” he groaned in protest. “I’ll make coffee, too,” you reasoned, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, which seemed to placate him. His grip slackened, and you untangled yourself. You got up, put on some more appropriate clothes than your grungy pajamas, and took one last look at him before leaving the room. Klaus appeared to belong there, in your bed, curled up under your comforter and looking more serene than you could ever recall having seen him before.

Breakfast smelled delicious, but what actually got Klaus to leave the perfect comfort of your bed was the wafting scent of coffee. Uppers had always been his drug of choice, so anything energizing was always a must when attempting sobriety. He wandered into the kitchen, still in the shorts and small tee he’d slept in. “Good morning, Klaus.” “Good morning, coffee,” he joked, pretending to ignore you while pouring himself a cup. You raised your spatula in warning, and he chuckled nervously. “Haha, just kidding, good morning to you, too.” He set down the coffee slowly, and you returned to the breakfast still in progress. “Did you finally get to sleep?” Klaus wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, “Yes, thank you.” He placed a kiss on your cheek before grabbing his coffee and sitting down at your small table. It was the largest one you could find to fit in your tiny apartment, and yet still only seated two. You joined him a few minutes later with two plates of food. You ate in silence. The morning had gone well so far, blissfully, even, but your short conversation and crying session from yesterday still loomed large. You just wanted to forget about it and move on. But Klaus, in that moment, was acutely aware of the pills still tucked into his coat pocket across the room. “Listen, about my breakdown yesterday-” you began. Klaus perked up at the mention of it, “Oh, yes, we really should talk about that.” “What? No-” now it was your turn to chuckle nervously, “just forget about it, really.” “We both know that’s not how this works.” He looked at you pleadingly, and it didn’t take much for you to give in. If Klaus wanted to talk seriously, then you wanted to let him. “Fine,” your voice became softer. “I understand if you don’t want to share details, but from what I can piece together, something dangerously serious happened a month ago, and you didn’t tell me until yesterday.” He set down his empty coffee cup. “Not my finest moment.” You could tell that he was still avoiding talking about it directly. “I don’t want to lose you, Klaus, I can’t lose you, can’t you see that?” He nodded solemnly. “And to think that it could just happen, that I could just wake up one morning and you’d be-” you couldn’t say it, but you knew he understood. “That’s terrifying.” “I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t know how to make you stay after I told you,” he admitted. It hurt knowing you had to tell him how exhausted you were. “I really do want to…” You didn’t even have to say it, the ‘but’ hung in the air between you, bounding back and forth like a toxic little ping pong ball of doubt. “You know, the very first time I went to rehab, all of my siblings were there to pick me up. Even Ben, spectrally. It didn’t take long for me to relapse, and it didn’t take much longer for them to stop coming. You’re the only one who’s still here.” “It's so hard, Klaus, and I’m so tired.” You were trying not to cry at this point. “I know.” You could hear his voice break. Was this conversation hurting him as much as it hurt you? “I care so much, and I don’t know how to make you see that, or protect your, or- or do anything at all. I don’t know what to do!” You felt like crap for lashing out, for blaming him when he seemed almost as powerless as you. “No one’s perfect, y/n.” His eyes began to water, too, threatening to turn into tears. “I know it’s not easy, and I’m so sorry.” It was incredibly painful for him to imagine you leaving. He wanted to stand up and scream, to yell, do something, anything, to make you understand that you were all he needed, but he didn’t have the words for it. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. You were still trying to process what he had said about his siblings. You knew all of them and their contentious relationships pretty well, so it didn’t surprise you that they seldom turned up in his hour of need, but it hadn’t yet occurred to you that they should. When you realized how much it would mean to him if even one of them was there just to pick him up, you realized how little he expected the people around him to do, and how significant your presence alone must have been. You had wanted to be strong for him, to be as good as possible, and as supportive as possible, whatever he needed. But all he needed was you. You smiled at him gently as you realized this. “If all you need is for me to be there, then I will always be there.” Relief flooded him, and in a heated moment, he lunged forward and pulled you into a kiss. It took you by surprise, your heart practically bursting out of your chest, but you quickly melted into him. Klaus had cursed himself for his impulsiveness at first, but all that drifted away when you kissed back. The feeling of your lips on his, the way you seemed to meld into him, readily greeting his fervor ardently and earnestly. Your hands found their way to his chest as he cupped your face. It was intoxicating, and you were both out of breath when you finally pulled away, still so close that you might as well be touching. “Thank you,” he breathed. You could tell that he meant it for your comfort and support, as well as the kiss. You laughed, breathlessly, as the pressure and tension left you, leaning down to rest your head on his chest. He joined you, grinning and giggling in relief and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Kisses between you and Klaus weren’t typical, but they had happened before. It was something you didn’t speak about, but that added a whole other layer of complexity to your relationship. You cared about Klaus, more profoundly than you’d ever cared about another person. You shared something. Whether that practically soul-binding connection was platonic or romantic had yet to be fully decided. But you knew two things, and they kept you going. You loved him, and he cared deeply for you. What you lacked the emotional intelligence to realize, of course, was that while close friends could indeed enjoy the occasional platonic kiss, emotionally charged near-makeout sessions typically signified, you know, romantic feelings. “I’m going to go have a smoke, wanna join me?” He asked once you had both settled down. “Sure.” You couldn’t say that you supported his smoking habit, but you far preferred it to drugs or drinking, so you had no objections. You cleared the dishes as Klaus gathered his things. Putting on his coat, he stuck his hand into his pocket and remembered the pills he retrieved yesterday. Ben noticed. “In the spirit of being honest, you know, now would be a great time to tell her about the pills you still have.” He didn’t want to lose your trust (or, secondarily, his sobriety), but also couldn’t quite bring himself to get rid of them. He knew this was a dangerous game, but recovery is supposed to be a process, right? Right? “Recovery is not short and sweet. It is a lifelong process,” Klaus quoted. “That’s what the poster says, at least.” “It would probably be easier if you didn’t keep pills in your pocket.” “Shut up, Ben!” He hissed, trying not to catch your attention.

You followed him outside, sitting next to him on the stairs out front of your apartment as he pulled out a lighter and cigarette. He sighed after taking the first drag, grateful for the rush of nicotine. Wonderful nicotine. It would have to take the place of other inebriants for the time being, so he tried to savor it. “Feel good?” you asked, mocking him slightly. “Oooooh yeah,” he smiled, putting an arm around your shoulder. You leaned into it instinctively, letting your head rest against his shoulder. You enjoyed Klaus’s little moments. He may have a tendency to hurt you and push away the people around him, but he did care. He cared deeply, and you loved when he showed it. Then he decided to break the silence. “Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?” He sounded serious, genuinely concerned as to whether or not you had heard the sordid tale. “No, EW!” “It was painful,” he continued, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Klaus, what?!” He chuckled quietly to himself at your exasperation.

The pill bottle remained in his left coat pocket for the next week. Life with you was practically blissful, he wished it would last forever- and wondered why he hadn’t yet had the guts to make whatever you had official. It turns out leaving things abstract and unlabeled is a lot more complicated in practice. But it was Klaus’s feelings towards relationships that were complicated, not his feelings towards you. Committed relationships were honestly terrifying to him, unsurprising for someone who grew up steeped in what could essentially be called a non-committal home life where traditional familial relationships were simultaneously enforced, through the very conventional loving-wife-and-mother Mombot and disallowing of inter-sibling romantic pursuits, like with Allison and Luther, but also condemned through a dehumanizing number system to replace names, traumatic isolation during training, and the calculated creation of a team dynamic to replace the fractured sibling bonds. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. But you- he knew how he felt about you. He loved you and had very recently come to the realization that he had for years. But even that was yet another reason to not commit. He felt incredibly guilty as it was, factoring in an actual relationship where you would feel obligated to stay with him was a whole new order of magnitude. But he was even more worried that if your relationship became more concrete, his inability to handle commitment would jeopardize everything.

You endeavored to clean up one morning. The blanket and pillow from Klaus’s first night here remained on the couch, though he had only used them once. It was while moving his coat out of the way that you heard an all too familiar rattle. You froze and hoped against all hope that it wasn’t what you thought it was. You stood up slowly, trying to put off the inevitable, before reaching your hand into the pocket and pulling out a bottle of immediately recognizable small, colorful pills. You felt angry, wretched, and wracked your brain to try and retroactively see the warning signs. A small yet venomous voice blamed you for not noticing sooner, for becoming complacent. You tried not to listen. It was difficult. The front door opened while you were still standing there. It was Klaus, back from a quick trip to the nearest convenience store for a pack of cigarettes, which he had been smoking more and more of lately in an attempt to quell the urges of addiction. “Darling, I’m hoooome!” he purred, closing the door. “I got-” he saw you holding his coat and the bottle of pills and stopped dead in his tracks, one hand still on the doorknob. He glanced up at your face for one horrible moment before turning away and biting his lip, waiting for you to say something. “You left your coat,” you pointed out as explanation. “Oh. I see.” You knew Klaus so well, but it was impossible to guess what he was thinking when the entire past week of what you had believed to be sincerity was called into question. “How could you?” You whispered, wanting an explanation but feeling woefully unprepared to hear it. You were hurt, horribly. Your chest burned with pain, your mind raced with barely comprehensible thoughts, mostly vague emotions, sinking feelings, and hurt. A lot of hurt. He looked pained and defeated, stepping forward tentatively and holding his hands out. “Please, y/n, I can explain.” “Klaus…” you whimpered, tearing up despite your best efforts. “Just listen to me, please, just listen!” “Don’t.” you pleaded. It was agonizing to watch him try and reason again and again. You’d heard everything a thousand times before. “Please! Please, I’m sober, I swear!” you looked at him incredulously and his tone softened. “I’m telling you the truth.” You told yourself that you wanted to believe him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You sighed and glanced away. “Y/n, I’m sober! I’m not lying to you, please!” “I don’t know how to believe you,” you admitted. It was difficult to say, so difficult. But it was the truth. Klaus was quiet, not offended, really, just disappointed- in himself. What was he supposed to expect? Only a week out of rehab and already caught keeping a bottle of pills in his pocket, even if he hadn’t used them. He wanted to make you understand, but he didn’t have the words to tell the truth without making it sound like he was lying. “You reeeaaally should have thrown those out,” Ben chimed. “Please trust me, (y/n), there’s a perfectly semi-reasonable explanation.” You raised an eyebrow. “Sure, they’ve been in my pocket for a week, but-” “A week?! You’ve only been out of rehab for a week!” It didn’t stop hurting. The thing that felt like a hole in your chest just kept growing and growing as you watched him struggle over your words and wince at your reactions. “Oh, no. No no no, it’s not what you think.” He was bewildered. “This whole time? You’ve had these this whole time?!” You couldn’t stop yourself as your thoughts spiraled. He grimaced and squirmed a little, not wanting to answer. “Well…” “Really, Klaus?! Really?” How much of this past week had been a lie, you wondered, how much of it had been sincere? Was he more comfortable with you because you were making progress, or was he just high? Your head spun and it hurt to think about. He couldn’t do anything but watch, horrified as you dropped the coat, grabbed your phone, and strode out of the apartment, still holding the pills. He couldn’t summon up the right words or actions to make you stop and listen. It felt like his mind was disassembling, falling apart. As soon as you closed the door, he broke down, holding the sides of his head and screaming. “Fuck, fuck, fuckity FUCK!” You could hear him through the door, and it tore at you. “Damn it, NO! No no no nononono! FUCK!” You wanted to think that this was warranted, that it made sense to be angry, but you couldn’t shake the immense guilt, the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You tore yourself away and started walking. You decided to call Diego, whom you knew was also pretty used to Klaus’s antics. “C’mon, Diego. Please pick up…” He did. “Y/n! Hey, what’s up?” You hadn’t spoken to Diego in a while. He sounded good. “It’s-” you hesitated, finding it hard to say and unaware of how much he knew. Most likely, nothing. “It’s about Klaus.” “Oh.” It was a loaded explanation. Diego sighed. “What is it this time?” “Where do I even begin?” You asked, realizing you probably should have thought this through more. “At the beginning,” he responded. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and figure out what to say. “So, twelve years ago, you met Klaus-” You surprised yourself by laughing. “Okay, not that beginning,” he conceded. It was calming to hear from someone who wasn’t actively freaking out. “It was two weeks ago. I got a call from Lakeshore. It was Klaus, in rehab again and getting out in a week.” “Surprise, surprise,” he interjected sarcastically. “No, just- listen.” You tried to impress on Diego the gravity of what you were telling him, what was so different about this time. “So I went to pick him up last week, and on the drive back to his place he tells me that he got evicted and needed somewhere to stay.” “Also not really a surprise-” “Diego!” You insisted. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll shut up.” You continued, “The way he explained it, he was a few months behind on rent and when his landlord came to collect, they found him quote-unquote ‘severely passed out’.” Diego was silent, which you were grateful for. “So he OD’d a month ago and I only found out about it last week. “I’m sorry, (y/n), but you know him.” He probably believed you were just venting, but this was so much more than that. “He said it was the closest he’s been to seeing Ben in years.” “Woah.” He finally understood. “I’m so tired, Diego. So tired.” You were near defeat. “I know. You’re the only one left still putting up with his shit.” You chose to ignore that. “So we talked, and he apologized. It seemed sincere. We talked again the next day, and then it was honestly kind of wonderful. He was back to his old self. He has been all week.” The line went quiet for a few moments. “What happened?” There was no judgment in Diego’s tone. Just sympathy. You stopped walking, and, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, your voice began to crack. “I found a bottle of pills in his pocket today,” you could hear Diego sigh on the other end, “and he’s apparently had them this entire week.” “Oh my god, that little SHIT!” You heard the telltale whoosh and thunk of Diego throwing a knife in some instinctive burst of anger. “He insists that he’s sober, but I have no idea if I can believe him.” You looked around for a bench or some stairs. Your feet ached, your head ached, your soul ached. You needed to sit down. “Where are you? I am coming over there right the fuck now and dealing with this.” “No, Diego, please. I’m not at the apartment. I had to get out of there.” You understood why he felt protective, but it wasn’t what you needed right now. You needed everything to be okay, even though it wasn’t. Diego’s more aggressive tactics weren’t going to fix anything. “Well then, where are you?” He had started to sound worried. “I’m just walking. I left Klaus at my place. I don’t know if he’s still there or not.” You spotted a bench outside of a park just down the street and made a beeline for it. “Tell me the street. I can be there in four minutes and fifty-three seconds.” His determination was sweet. “Please don’t. I just- I need to figure this out.” You finally sat down, cross-legged because you honestly felt like curling into a ball right about now. Diego thought for a moment, ultimately deciding that it was better to let you talk to him than to intervene on your behalf. “Fine. What makes you believe him?” This was something you and Diego did fairly often, your very own twisted pro and con lists, stacking up the evidence for Klaus versus the evidence against Klaus. “Well, he didn’t try to stop me or make a grab for the dope when I left, he didn’t plead or beg, he just tried to get me to listen to him, which I now realize I utterly failed to do. And the bottle’s pretty full, so I doubt he could have had this for a whole week already. The label’s also from a while ago, but who knows if that actually means anything. And Diego, I have to believe he was being sincere when we talked. I have to.” Diego was silent for a while. “And the evidence against him?” You took another deep breath. “The pills I found in his pocket, the fact that he’s had them this entire time, and- ohmygod, I just remembered something.” A memory flashed into your mind, feeding the sinking feeling that pervaded your senses. “What?” Diego’s tone betrayed his concern. “He hasn’t been acting shifty or running off without explanation. He’s barely been out of my sight this whole week, but after I picked him up, the second we got back to my place, he made some lame excuse about having to do something in another room or go to the bathroom. I just remembered it now. It’s the kind of shit he says when he’s getting high or stashing stuff.” It was true and only served to fuel the nervousness that made you want to scream. You sniffled, trying to ignore the passing glances of strangers. “When was this?” He still sounded sympathetic. “Right when we got home.” When we got home. It’s funny what you say when you’re not thinking about it. Diego was silent for a long time. “Diego? Are you still there?” “Talk to him.” He spoke finally. “See what he has to say for himself.” It was a surprise to hear Diego even remotely on Klaus’ side, but you were grateful. “Okay. Thank you.” You said your goodbyes. Diego reminded you that he could be anywhere in the city in under five minutes and told you to call him back later. You sat there for a few moments, alone, with just your phone in hand and endless thoughts in your mind. You felt wrong for having left Klaus to his own horrible devices while he was clearly falling to pieces, but simultaneously angry at him for doing this to you and for seemingly disregarding everything you had been trying to tell him for the past week. Above all, you just felt pain, and you knew Klaus was the reason why, even if he didn’t want to be. You got up and started to walk back. Passing a trash can by an intersection, you made a split-second decision to throw out the pills.

Finally back at the apartment, you stopped before your front door, scared to open it. You took a deep, though shaky, breath to steady and brace yourself. You’d had versions of this conversation countless times, and you knew it was more than likely that you would again in the future. You assured yourself that even if he wasn’t sober, he would be okay. You just needed to stay with him, to let him know you were there, and hope it would be enough. You opened the door. Klaus was pacing circles around the room with a lit cigarette smoldering between his fingers. A window was cracked open, which you knew was as far as it would go. The bag he brought back from the convenience store sat on the table with the contents, two boxes of cigarettes, dumped out next to an ashtray. One box lay open, and several cigarettes were missing. The open window was a nice touch. “y/n.” He noticed you immediately and stopped pacing. “Hey.” You smiled softly. “I’m sorry I walked out, I shouldn’t have.” Klaus hadn’t moved yet. He stood still, his eyes following you with restless longing. He finally reached down and snuffed out the cigarette, leaving the rest of it in the ashtray. “Did you call Diego?” he asked, trying to piece together why you left. “Yes,” you responded. Klaus looked a little scared and started to reach for his coat, “but he told me to listen to you, which I’m going to do.” “Oh! That’s a surprise!” Klaus looked pleased. He also looked much more contained than you’d ever seen him before, but the red eyes and disheveled hair told a different story. He sat down on the couch, and you sat beside him. “You had an explanation?” “Yes,” he nodded, fidgeting before working up the nerve to speak. “Well… a long while ago, which was not that long ago, I may have- well, I did- hide some drugs here, in your apartment.” Your eyes widened, and he winced. “Specifically, behind a loose tile in the bathroom.” You knew where he was going with that, “The pills that were in your pocket.” “Bingo!” He flashed a small, somber smile. “This doesn’t paint me in the most flattering light, but I had no intention of staying sober when you picked me up last week. Then I… heard you. I felt like a real piece of shit.” “Oh.” It was a lot to process. He was starting to fidget more, and you could see his eyes watering, threatening tears. “I am so sorry, y/n.” He was starting to break down. “But I didn’t take any, I swear!” “Why did you still have them?” You asked, earnestly trying to maintain composure. He ran his hands through his hair. “I couldn’t-” Klaus looked tortured. He was terrified you wouldn’t believe him. “I couldn’t bring myself to toss them.” It came out as a whisper. “Klaus…” “I know it was shitty, and Ben’s been harping at me to do it all week-” “I threw them out,” you admitted, and watched for his reaction. He breathed out a massive sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.” You put a hand to your mouth as you realized he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” you choked, trying not to let your voice break. “Hey hey hey, no hard feelings!” He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, and you placed your head on his chest. “You’re here, that’s all that matters.” “She really cares about you, Klaus, maybe you should stop hurting her,” Ben said. Klaus glared at him, but the words did have an effect. “I’m really proud of you, Klaus,” you whispered. That seemed to give him the impetus he needed. You were confused for a moment as he pulled away from you, but then he tilted his head down and kissed you. You froze briefly, because this already felt different than the other times you had kissed. Then you accepted it, hanging your arms around his shoulders. He leaned in closer to you and placed a hand on your cheek, stroking softly back and forth with his thumb. You tried to deepen the kiss, running your hand through his soft curls, and he let you. He let you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. This was love. Chaotic and confused and messy, but love. He pulled away, arms still around you as you stared past him in disbelief. “Oh my god,” you whispered breathlessly. You noticed, then, that one of his hands had wandered to your waist and, having hiked up your shirt slightly, was pressed against the small of your back. The warmth of his hand on your skin, the feeling of him touching you, was euphoric. “You felt something, too, right?” He asked in a dazed tone, somehow sounding both soft and desperate at the same time. You looked up at him, into his eyes, and found something reflected back at you that was remarkably familiar. It was a feeling. “Yes.” You almost laughed, almost cried. You felt like bursting. Leaning, almost lunging, forward, you kissed him once again, crashing and falling back into him. His lips on yours, your hands on him, his arms around you, his breath on your skin. You were intoxicated, you were engulfed, you were in love.

You weren’t sure how, but when you finally looked up from each other to notice your surroundings, it was night. Holding onto one another, you made it across the dark and quiet apartment and found your way back to your bed together. You found yourself pulled into his embrace, and you also found yourself accepting it willingly. You were facing him, head resting on his arm and nestled against him. His chest was so close to you, so warm under your fingers. It was a familiar warmth to be close to him, the same smells, of eyeliner and cigarettes, the same steady sound of his breathing, the same sparks every time his skin brushed against yours. You couldn’t possibly dream of falling asleep now. “y/n?” he spoke in barely more than a whisper. “Hmm?” you hummed in response. “I’m sorry.” It was a small few words, but you knew how intently he meant it. Tilting your head up to find him just as wide-eyed and awake as you were, you knew that it was now or never. “You should know something, Klaus.” You looked away from him again, knowing that what you were about to say would be difficult. “What?” He began tracing small circles in your shoulder. You breathed, in and out, and began. “I didn’t want to think that you’d been numb all week, that everything you said had been a lie, that you cared that little. But even then, I couldn’t imagine not staying to help you, because I had to know that you would be okay because I-” You stopped, words caught in your throat. “Because you what?” He already knew what you were about to say. “Because I love you,” you admitted, heart pounding and thoughts raw with vulnerability. You felt a hand on your cheek, tilting your face upwards and tugging you back into the reality you had to face. You didn’t want to look up or see him until you felt his lips brush softly against yours. Your heart skipped a beat as he did it again, kissing you gently and earnestly. “I love you, too,” he mumbled into the kiss. Your heart flipped and soared. You pulled away for just a moment. “Say it again.” He did, immediately, with an easy smile, “I love you.” You began kissing again, and he whispered, “Your turn.” “I love you, Klaus.” You could feel him smiling as he tugged you closer. It was wonderful, it was perfect.

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Apartment 307 (Elora Series)-3

Finally picked out a title! I was told “Apartment 307) sounded very Stephen King horror-esque and honestly that’s the dream so I’m going for it!

The hurt starts here so be warned.

TWs: Blood, fear of death, cutting/stabbing, graphic descriptions of a knife wound, mentions of stalking, mentions of vomiting

Special thanks to @sableflynn for being my cheerleader and letting me bounce ideas while I wrote this and @quirkykayleetam and @greatandquestionablecontent for title help!

also long chapter today yay

Elora didn’t stop screaming until she ran out of breath and couldn’t go on a single second longer. The man lingering in the doorway looked incredibly irritated by that point.

“It’s real early to be hollering like that,” he said, in that same deep, gravelly voice. Elora looked horrified, but he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s only four in the morning.”

Tears were starting to form in the corners of Elora’s eyes. She blinked them out just to get them away, despite the shame she felt for letting them flow.

Clyde caught a glimpse of the fallen droplets, and felt a strange, warm feeling emanating in his gut.

Elora swallowed and spoke next, her voice wobbly despite her best efforts to stay calm. “I have-I have money. That’s what you want, right? I have money. Plenty. My mom got a big insurance policy when my Dad passed and she put it all in a savings account for me to go to college, but I decided not to go, you can have it, it’s probably a few hundred thous-”

The man suddenly screamed at her, and she flinched, her shoulders rising up and hugging her ears.

“SHUT UP!” He shouted, his face going slightly red. Elora immediately shut her mouth, her entire body shaking. She was afraid to die. She couldn’t die yet, she wasn’t ready. She-

“I don’t want your money,” he seethed. He seemed to be calming down from his initial outburst, which Elora was grateful for.

“I don’t want your money, I don’t give a shit about it. I’m not gonna kill you either, okay? Just fucking listen. How about some ground rules, yeah?”

He stepped forward, shutting the bathroom door behind himself. Elora looked on in terror, not wanting him to get any closer to her. A pit quickly formed in her stomach; if he didn’t want money, what did he want? If it was just money, she could be home by the end of the day. But it wasn’t that easy. Of course it wasn’t.

Elora sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, terrified as the man walked up until he was right in front of her.

“Stop,” he warned. She re-opened her eyes and watched him carefully as he sat down on the closed toilet lid.

“Rule number one,” he started. “Don’t talk back to me. You can speak when you’re spoken to. And I want you to shut the fuck up and listen while I explain this.”

Elora’s eyes widened. She wanted to scream, to protest, but she knew in her head that she had to be smart. Getting him angry wouldn’t help her. She stayed quiet, chewing on her lip.

“Rule two. You stay where I put you and keep out of shit that doesn’t belong to you. I’ll give you a hint-nothing here belongs to you. So keep your hands to yourself.”

He paused, taking a long breath. In the silence, Elora noted that he smelled heavily of cigarettes.

“Rule three. You can call me sir, if you have to refer to me at all. I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

The mere thought of that made Elora feel sick to her stomach.

“And finally, rule four. You belong to me now, Elora, and the sooner you accept that, the easier this transition is gonna be on you.”

Elora lost her handle on her emotions entirely. She knew she needed to be rational and level-headed to get out of this, but that last rule made her explode. She didn’t even know how he knew her name.

“YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” She shouted, bucking wildly against the chains keeping her locked in place in the bathtub. “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME! YOU’RE INSANE!”

Her heart hammered rapidly in her chest. She was fighting the chains so hard she was already getting out of breath. “LET ME GO YOU CRAZY FUCK!”

She was so distracted with useless attempts to free herself that she didn’t notice the man had stood up until his hand came down and slapped her roughly across the face.

“I told you to shut up,” he seethed. “You will respect me. Understand?”

Her brow furrowed, filled with rage. “NO! YOU’RE CRAZY, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM! LET ME GO!”

He silenced Elora with nothing but a look.

“I do know you, actually. You just don’t know me.”

Elora’s expression twisted and fell.

“You’re lying,” she said through her teeth.

“Am I? Are you not Elora Lucille Larkin of 673 Seabrook Lane? Born February 18th, 1999? Daughter of Judith and Parker Larkin? Shame what happened to your dad, really. Cancer is a monster. And you were hardly 12, huh? Must have been rough. My condolences.”

Elora’s jaw fell wide open. How did he-?

“You like cats, too, don’t you? I have one here. Maybe she’ll help you adjust. And I know you like to work Tuesdays, because you haven’t had one off in months. God knows how long that pattern had been going on before I started watching, too.” He paused. “Are you really that stupid, Elora? I’d think you’d at least recognize my car by now. It’s been looming around practically everywhere you’ve gone since July.”

Elora wanted to scream, but no noise would come out. Realization hit her like a train and she was completely mortified, frozen in shock. The sedan. Had he been following her? Was she stupid? If it had been following that long, she would’ve recognized it, right? Since July. That was five months ago.

But she didn’t recognize it. She could swear the first time she ever saw it was just before he kidnapped her.

He stood. “But I’m just lying. You know, I must have made all that up.”

Without another word, he turned and left the bathroom.

“Don’t hold your breath. I’ll be back in a minute,” he called through the closed door.

Elora had to force herself not to cry. She sucked in a breath, her chest so tight it was hard to breathe.

The man was back within what felt like far less than a minute. She barely had time to process what she’d been told before he returned, holding a small potted aloe plant.

He walked over to her and she flinched back again, pressing her body against the farthest wall of the bathtub. He ignored her fearful cower, placing the plant down on the edge of the tub.

“Grow it,” he commanded. His voice boomed through the small room.

Elora’s brow furrowed with confusion, for a moment, before that emotion turned into realization, and then finally, strong-willed defiance.

“What?” Her tone sounded genuinely puzzled, though it was just a ruse.

“Grow the plant,” he repeated, his voice slightly angrier.

Elora inhaled, having to clench her fists to keep her voice from wavering.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t just-”

“Shut up,” he growled. “I know who you are and what you can do. Or have you forgotten?

Shit.

She abandoned the act, but didn’t give up on her adamant refusal.

“No,” she told him. “You don’t tell me what to do, you sick fuck!”

The man laughed again, breathy chuckles that made the hair on her arms stick up. “Oh, but I do. Don’t make me ask you again. Grow the goddamn aloe. I know you can.”

This time, Elora didn’t reply. Instead, she spat at him. She was forced to sit in the bathtub while he stood, so she couldn’t get him in the face, but she did successfully aim for his hand. While not as bad as a face shot, it was still gross.

He cursed and wiped his hand off on his pants, storming out of the bathroom. Elora almost smiled, pleased with herself.

He was so angry that he didn’t bother closing the bathroom door. He turned on the lights in another room, and it was just bright enough for her to make out a kitchen and living room. And the front door, all the way back. If she could just get there-

Soon. She would. It was a when, not an if. Soon.

He ducked out of her sight for a good thirty seconds, leaving Elora to look around the small frame of view she had. She could tell it was an apartment, as everything was so compact, it had to be. It looked like a college kid’s apartment at that; it was sparsely decorated and filthy, with random trash on the floor and a thick coat of dust covering everything she could see.

When he reappeared, the first thing she noticed was that he was holding a knife. It was huge-it looked like a butcher knife. Just the blade itself was easily the size of her forearm and looked sharpened. She swallowed. He didn’t say anything, just stormed towards her. He’s going to use it. He’s going to-

“Okay, okay, I’ll grow the fucking p-”

The man was deaf to her offer. It quickly devolved into a desperate plea.

“Please, I’ll grow the fucking plant, stop-STOPSTOPSTOP YOU’RE CRAZY!”

She started to scream before he even hurt her, dread and anticipation and knowingness filling her as he ignored her begging.

She couldn’t have anticipated the pain that came next. She knew it would hurt, but nothing in her life had ever been so painful. She felt every moment of her skin splitting apart as the blade slammed down against her right thigh, layers of her body just separating all at once. Her vision whitened for several seconds as her screams pierced even her own ears, the sharp sound agonizing as it reverberated in the room. Even Clyde winced at the noise, wondering if he had done too much too soon.

No, she deserved it. I told her to follow instructions.

Elora didn’t stop screaming for almost a full minute. Her chest heaved once she finished, gasping for air. The pain in her thigh was both sharp and throbbing, and constant. She realized she had wrenched her eyes shut in anticipation of receiving the wound, and part of her was scared to open them again and look at the damage.

She opened just one eye at first, but the other quickly followed as she stared on in shock. The blade had easily slit her work khakis open, hardly phased by the barrier of the material.

The cut looked at least an inch wide, with little yellow bubbles lining the sides and making way for something that was smooth and reddish purple to be just barely visible in the bottom. Blood was gushing from it steadily, making it hard to tell too much about the true extent of it. She began to panic as the gravity of the situation hit her. Tears poured down her face as she turned her head and looked up at the man, fear constricting her chest. He was holding the now-bloodied knife by his side.

“I- it-it’s bleeding,” she stammered out, stating the obvious. “It’s bleeding, I-please! Please, I-that’s a lot of b-blood, that’s bad, I need h-help! Please, I don’t want to-I don’t want to um-”

Die. She doesn’t want to die. She’s scared.

A choked sob tore from her throat as she found herself staring down at the wound again.

“You’re fine,” the man said flatly.

“NO! No, please, I need-”

He sighed and left the bathroom like a petulant child.

Elora sobbed in fear, looking at the puddle of blood that was already forming beneath her leg.

The man came back holding a small box and a hand towel. He tossed them both at Elora, careless of her inability to catch them. The corner of the box landed directly on top of the cut and she groaned, her teeth clenched as tears spilled from her eyes.

He approached again, holding a small key. She looked on in horror as he undid the handcuffs, letting her right hand free but leaving her left still in one cuff, with just a small amount of give on the chain.

Elora looked terrified. “What? I-”

“I know you sew for fun,” he said casually, shrugging. “You make all sorts of stuffed animals, right, and donate ‘em? What a Mother Theresa you are. Anywho, this can’t be much different than patching up a tear in a teddy.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She was acutely aware of the feeling of warmth steadily dripping down her thigh.

He gave her an angry look.

“Fix it,” he growled, and left.

As soon as the door closed, Elora let out a loud sob, covering her mouth with her free hand. No. She can’t. Needles and threads for stitching people are different than ones for sewing, she can’t just do a stitch like she’s sewing fabric. She doesn’t know what to do.

She interrupted her racing thoughts by looking down at the bloody gash. She had to. It was bleeding badly and she needed it to stop.

Shakily, she took the towel he threw her and placed it over the wound, trying to soak up some blood so she could at least see what she was working with. The towel was originally tan, but a spot that was a deep shade of reddish brown formed in the middle of it within seconds of her laying over the wound.

Inhaling deeply, she opened the sewing kit next. It was nothing fancy, just some needles, a seam ripper, some tiny scissors, and small spools of thread. She plucked the spool of white thread and the smallest needle in the box.

Her hands were so shaky it was difficult to thread the needle. Come on. Come on, just-just-thread, come on-

She finally got the thread through the eye of the needle. This is bad. It’s probably old, she’s going to get an infection, she could die.

But there wasn’t another choice. She tied a tiny knot in the two loose ends of the thread and took a deep breath. She held the two sides of the wound together with her left hand, which hardly had enough chain to reach, and gripped the needle with her right.

She desperately wanted for there to be a way out, but there wasn’t. She was too shaken and too terrified to try any sort of magical healing or painkiller. God knew she would fuck it up and make things worse for herself in the frazzled state she was in.

Biting her tongue, she moved the blood-soaked rag back and stuck the needle through her skin on the far end of her cut.

She wailed as soon as it punctured through, the original pain from the wound just amplifying with the sharp prick of the needle piercing through and the uncomfortable tugging of the thread pulling across her skin. She still needed to go back through the other side.

She bit back her scream this time. He didn’t need to hear it. She saw that glint in his eye when he stabbed her; she knew he liked that she was hurt. She wouldn’t give him any more satisfaction.

In, and out.

It hurt so badly, she didn’t know if she could keep herself quiet.

In, and out.

She was hardly making any progress. She kept the stitches close together, desperate to keep it closed tightly so she wouldn’t have to do this again.

In, and out.

Tears spilled down her cheeks so quickly she could feel little pools forming on her chest.

In, and out.

She wondered if anyone even knew she was gone yet. Probably not; this was only the first night. Only the first night, and she got fucking stabbed. What else was going to happen to her?

In, and out.

Mom will figure out something is wrong by Sunday at the latest.

In, and out.

The agony started to get so bad that her vision spotted.

Dima will help Mom find her. They’ll find her, right? The police will find her soon. All she needed to do right now was make sure she doesn’t bleed out and then someone will find her soon. They have to.

In, and out.

This stuff only ever happened in movies. Maybe it was just a nightmare. Maybe she was going to wake up nice and warm in bed in the morning with her thigh perfectly intact.

In, and out.

Maybe it was all a nightmare.

In, and out.

It hurt.

In, and out.

It hurt a lot.

In, and out.

She wanted to puke. The pain was so bad it was hard to breathe.

She went on and on until the wound was completely stitched. It was hard to count, but she was pretty sure it was thirty seven. Thirty seven tiny stitches. She could have done half of that and still closed it up, but she was terrified of her handiwork not being tight enough or coming apart. Once she did a full row up, she did another back down, forcing herself to double up to keep it secure despite the pain. Relief flooded her as she finally got back to where she started and tied off the remaining thread with a knot.

She wanted to try to pick the lock on the handcuffs with the sewing tools, but the thought was distant in her mind. Pain danced around and ignited her nerves constantly now that there was thread in her leg that wasn’t meant to be there. It looked bad already; her skin was red with irritation and every point where the needle had gone through her skin was throbbing. The pain was dizzying.

She couldn’t hold on any longer. With a shudder, she fell back against the wall of the bathtub, her world going black.

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kill-the-rockstar · 3 years

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Kill The Rockstar Reacts To Music: Greatest Hits by Waterparks

I wished I'd done this for Fandom, so here you go, no spell check, completely just my stream of consciousness... enjoy?

1 Greatest Hits - sounds kinda like a vocal warm up. oh shit. Yay more robot lady! Although sounds like a different robot lady... Poor tantrum lady - okay im getting sidetracked

2 Fuzzy - ... Interesting vocalisation :), auditory processing says what, oh that sounds gooodddd, God this will be good live

3 Lowkey As Hell - heard it before but like, I guess it's an interesting contrast to fuzzy (might change my mind when I actually know what any of the words in Fuzzy were) but like, before I thought of Lowkey as one of the more upbeat songs but it's a lot more down than fuzzy sounds... Idk it's 1am

4 Numb - Bop. I have green hair though so of course I like it :) but will Arthur stop making fun of me for calling it 'the fuck word'? No. No I doubt it.

5 Violet! - okay yeah big headphones show off that transition well. It's a bop but I'm a wee bit concerned, it'll go off live though I can see it, although given it seems to be about stalking is that good??? I mean I've sung songs about murder at concerts before I can't talk

6 Snow Globe - funky. I always half expect the Greek Tragedy remix to play after the cascading piano but I think that's just a me thing. I wanna sing it at [the basement music venue in my town] Moles

7 Just Kidding - Not massively my vibe but it did get stuck in my head earlier, oh shit there's some cool production shit I'm getting with my big headphones on!

8 The Secret Life of Me - ooh hoo cool transition, what I'm making out of the lyrics feels like my train of thoughts when I'm not thinking about keeping it under control, 'I'd find my evil twin and make friends with it' same. And I too feel like I'm running out of time. It's like... Traveling forwards real fast

9 American Grafiti - THE OPENING REMINDS ME OF A SONG BUT IDK WHAT, yeah sounds cool

10 You'd Be Paranoid Too - vibes, I love it, and I also think everyone I know secretly hates me so... relatable.

11 Fruit Roll-Ups - oooh transition, slowdanc-y, yes gel-pens are cool, idk if it's about a crush or like, fandom analogy but I'm liking it, good vibes. Also based on lyrics this would be called 'little Bitch' so I... I can see why they didn't go for that

12 LIKE IT - OH JAMES WILSON TAYLOR FOR ROCKSOUND, I... Okay it sounds.. good. Yep. Bubbles? Lazers?

13 Gladiator - it sounds good and I can see what he's saying. Plus it getting drowned out by the funky pop beat is... Good for analysing. But not when it's 1:20am

14 Magnetic - look I thought 🧲❄️ meant Magnetized (like Magnet-Iced) but I guess I wasn't too far off, oooh beat drop, 'I see his fucking face but he's not me' oh shit, I like lyric analysis, like analysis lyrics like they're poems in English lit, and I feel like this has possibilities

15 Crying Over It All - 'want the things I want without it fading' is.. Yeah. I wish I could finish one of the hundred things I've started. Cherry red reference? It's good but it's not happy but it's... It's good I like it but I might cry fuck. Apt name. 'I want what you deserve, and to unlearn my hurt' god Same. Same. Oh birds?

16 Ice Bath - underwater vibe for sure. OH IT'S A Reprise-Y BIT, oh Corpse vibes okay, like, walking sound, fast walking, walking with purpose

17 See You In The Future - I have no idea what's happening. I caught 'one direction' I think? Oooh it's building??? Yeah that's fast I need to read that. Fuck Elon Musk. Oh God I hope that was a sound in the song and not actually behind me. Like, I actually turned around but I think it was in my headphones. Okay. Okay cool. YES BEAT DROP FINALLY.

I don't like the silence now it's done.

#Waterparks #Awsten Knight #waterparks greatest hits #greatest hits #album reaction #album review #parx fandom

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holy-hyuck · 3 years

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Hocus Pocus, Please Focus!

Trying to make a sleeping potion for your parents so you and your best friend can sneak out to a senior party is only ever good in theory; especially since Lee Felix really sucks at being a wizard.

Pairing: Wizard!Lee Felix x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Comedy, Platonic relationship

Warnings: A dead rat?

happy halloween y’all!!!

“Is that a dead rat?” Felix questions just as you enter his parents’ office. He picks up the rodent by its tail, inspecting the bloody ball of fur, and you nearly gag as he dangles it in front of your face.

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s that bloody book of yours that called for it,” you tell him as he puts it back in the box you brought it to him in. “Why do we need it anyway?”

The freckled boy wipes his hands on a rag. “Because-” he picks up the small book, bound in scarlet-red leather, “-it’s in the recipe for a sleeping potion. For our parents. Well, more specifically mine, but you get the point.”

He drops the book back on the table and returns to mixing the liquid inside a small, store-bought cauldron. He said a pot would do but Felix’s just extra like that.

“Have you ever considered, I don’t know...asking them to let us go to this Halloween party?”

Felix shrieks in laughter as an answer, causing you to roll your eyes. “Yeah, and then I’ll ask them for a million dollars.”

“Don’t be silly.” You plop down on a chair. “They’re more likely to give you the money.”

Your eyes lock and you smile at each other. You roll on the office chair towards the table, grabbing the leather book and opening it. A faint smell of roses hits your nostrils, and you trace the pressed flowers with the pads of your fingers. They’re imprinted onto the pages and the covers, and you feel delighted every time Felix lets you even touch that book. He doesn’t trust you any more than he trusts himself, and he’s a shit wizard, so that’s saying enough.

Hearing a plop, you look up to the grimace on Felix’s face.

“The rat?”

“The rat indeed.” He takes the book out of your hands despite the frown it causes on your face. “Eighteen drops of coffee, locust twigs and weeping leaves, lemon juice, hydrochloric acid, and a dead rat.” He sighs. “Well, if they don’t fall asleep after this, they’ll probably drop dead.”

“And we’ll get to go to Brooke’s party! Yay!” you exclaim, urging your best friend to finish the sleeping potion. Only two more hours until the party starts, and you still needed to iron your outfit.

You watch Felix chant, eyes flicking back and forth between the bubbling liquid and the book in his trembling hand. A large bubble pops, creating a vile sound and smell, and despite Felix’s chanting, the bubbling stops.

“Great, it’ll fart them to death at this point.” You turn and grab a newspaper, sending it flying at your friend’s hand. You miss, and it falls into the cauldron.

“Look what you’ve done,” Felix cries and fishes it out but there’s only half of the paper there; the ridges are burnt off, black liquid dripping off of them. “On the contrary...”

“Hocus pocus, Felix, focus!”

Felix groans at your words as you shoot him a stupid grin, ushering him to continue. As much fun as you're having - and, let's be honest, it's not every day you get to witness Felix's failed attempts at magic - the clock is ticking, and the last time your friend's parents found him doing magic without supervision, his voice sounded like Mickey Mouse for a week straight. Yes, you do have evidence. And yes, you are planning on using it as blackmail.

"Okay, done," Felix alerts you after about five more minutes, closing the book and setting it down, then adding, "I think."

You sigh. "So much thinking from you today, Felix, I'm proud."

He smacks you on the head with the half-burnt newspaper as both of you gather around the table, inspecting the liquid swimming inside the cauldron. Felix takes a long wooden spoon - the one you used last night to stir mac and cheese - and moves the liquid around. It comes out thick in consistency, like syrup, except it's dark green and when you look at it in the artificial light, you see specks of glitter.

The boy brings it up to his lips and you look at him, incredulous.

"What if it works and you fall asleep?"

“What do you mean 'what if'? You really have that little faith in me?" The look you give Felix answers his question. "Besides, they need a bigger dose for it to work on them, don't worry."

He offers you some and you reluctantly lick some liquid off the spoon. It tastes tangy, like when you add too much salt to your tomato salad and the taste is so overwhelming it leaves you swimming and drowning in sodium. Well, at least it doesn't taste like a dead rat...not that you know what that tastes like.

"Okay, you get this ready and I will get myself ready. Expect me here in an hour. Don't screw things up." And with your words of encouragement, you leave Felix to do his thing.

The good thing about the large glass embedded into Felix’s front doors is that you can check yourself out whilst waiting for the boy to haul his ass downstairs, admiring the black-and-gold short robe reaching your mid-thighs, with a giant hood and some old, lace-up boots with the crispy remains of mud still atop.

The bad thing about the large glass embedded into Felix’s front doors is that when you lean forward to check you have nothing between your teeth and start using your fingers as a toothpick when you notice doughnut remains wedged between the two top incisors, is the exact time Felix decides to open the door to his house, leaving you looking like a freak of nature by choice.

“Gross,” he comments but locks the doors behind him promptly and changes the subject. “They’re out cold. These potions work for up to six hours but-”

“-with your magic?” you interrupt.

“-I wouldn’t count on it,” he finishes up, giving you a death glare.

Just before you enter your car, you clock the blue, black, and white tunic over the thinnest leggings you’ve ever seen draped over Felix’s body and you shiver at the thinness of the material. Isn’t he cold?

“Is that your actual hat?” you question after you start your car and make your way to Brooke’s summer house, and Felix adjusts the pointy hat on his head.

“Yep, and look at this-”

“I can’t look, I’m in a- Is that your ring? Your actual magic ring? Lix, your parents are gonna cut off your fingers and feed them to squirrels if they find out you’ve taken it outside without their supervision. I mean, you’ve already been doing magic without them knowing, and used a sleeping potion on them, and- and-”

You hear Felix snort.

“Relax. They’re sleeping, and we get to sneak out. That’s all that matters. Besides, I got you something too.”

Finally parking your car in front of a medium-sized house, you get out and rush to your friend’s side. “What’s that?”

“It’s a magic mirror. It’s connected to every mirror in my house, so we’ll see if my parents wake up, so then we can change our names and flee the country. I want you to keep hold of it.” He pushes the small mirror into your hand and you pocket it inside the rather humongous pockets of your robe.

You thought it’d be ironic if you dressed up as a witch because...well...you know. Felix is a wizard? No? But then Felix decided to do the same and you already know you’re never gonna hear the end of the comments from your classmates.

Well, here comes what you’ve been waiting for.

About an hour into the party you’re already tipsy but you expected nothing less going into this. Felix is nowhere to be found, although to be fair, it’s not like you bothered looking for him. He’s probably with Seungmin, Jisung and Hyunjin - his other friends from a book club he promises isn’t as nerdy as it sounds - and up to no good, as always. The last time you left them unsupervised because you couldn’t stand being around Jisung for any longer than necessary, Seungmin’s hair was neon green, and Hyunjin had a bald patch at the back of his head. It was fun being a witness of their stupidity instead of a victim for once.

You walk outside to enjoy the fresh air, into a grand garden decorated with white fairy lights. It’s so beautiful you actually let out a gasp as you admire the work put into it until the sight of the pool makes you sober up on the spot. The pool is small and at first, you think the water’s just unfiltered, giving it its green hue.

But then you feel it; the sticky substance beneath your feet as it makes the most obnoxious sound you’ve ever heard when you lift up your foot. The dark goo travels across the tiles and the grass only to end up in the pool, staining the water green.

It looks...stupidly like what you and your best friend have given your parents - and at that realisation, your eyes widen and you scurry back inside to find Felix.

“Lix, there you are,” you say after good ten minutes of searching, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

He turns to you with the smuggest grin plastered on his face as he hands you a drink.

“I’ve heard this new energy drink kicks ass. Try it.” He ushers you to take a sip and you do, alongside him. It does taste nice, almost like pink lemonade, and you find yourself drinking the whole cup before you know it.

“Where did you get it from?”

“Oh, someone gave it to me.” You slap his arms, causing him to yelp. “What on earth was that for?!”

“Felix! What idiot accepts drinks from a stranger?”

“The one that wants to have-” he stops himself, getting dangerously close to your face, so much you can clearly see his freckles, “-fun. Ever heard of that?”

You push him away with a shove to his stomach, eliciting a laugh. “Whenever you have fun, someone ends up paying the price, Felix.”

You look over to him and brush away some orange hairs from his cheek, only to find them stuck to his skin. You shrug it off.

“Oh, I remember now!”

Without another word, you drag him into the garden, and he spills a bit of his drink in the process.

“What am I looking at exactly?” he questions when you finally stop, motioning to the pool, which brandishes clear water much to your surprise.

"What the..."

You both jump up at the loud thud behind you and whip around to see a body dumped on the ground. You feel like throwing up, clutching Felix's hand, which is...hairy?

Looking down, you notice more of those ginger hairs growing on the back of his hand and you jerk your own hand away.

"How does that feel?"

You hear a female voice alongside a deep laugh and slow clapping. From the shadows of the trees surrounding the garden, Felix's parents emerge, and suddenly you feel yourself sinking into the ground, knowing it won't be long before you join your friend on the floor behind you.

"Mum!" Felix yelps. "Dad! What are you doing here?"

"Well you see, your dad and I were planning to have a movie night but it seems like we took a little nap. Must be something to do with that wretched slime you slipped in our drinks."

"There was a bit of a branch in there, have you noticed, love?" his father interjects, pulling out a familiar book from behind his back. "Eighteen drops of coffee, locust wings and weeping leaves, lemon juice, hydro-"

"W-wings?" Felix stutters out and you observe him for a second before the realisation seeps in.

"Fucking wings," you mutter under your breath so his parents don't hear.

"Yes, I do believe the spell calls for locust wings, but you always were bad at grammar son." His dad smiles. "So anyway, after we woke up, we saw the house number through that magic mirror I believe you gave your friend."

"Um, (y/n)." Felix traces his finger down your cheek with wide eyes, and you do the same, the feeling of roughness underneath your fingertips.

Taking out your phone, you look at the dark reflection on the screen and gasp in horror. The green and yellow scales reach all the way up to your eye, which begins turning a fiery orange colour. You blink your slit pupils and drop your phone in shock.

"I hope you enjoyed your drinks tonight, by the way. We added something special. You'll find out in the next hour anyway. Or, well, sort of."

The adults laugh, and you look to Felix's arm, now covered with thick orange fur.

"That should serve both of you a reminder not to perform magic unsupervised. Because you, Lee Felix, aren't very good at it." His mother comes up to him and pats his hairy cheek. "At least you'll make a cute weasel."

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getcooler · 3 years

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(ugly) sweaters & SEO CHANGBIN

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☆ A/N: [admin cola] MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR i hate working in customer service during this time so can someone save me? also yay! the christmas series is complete!

Gift exchanges with Changbin have been an ongoing tradition every christmas, ever since the start of your chaotic friendship. Every year, the two would compete to see who had the better gift. And every year, Changbin won.

Damn, rich kid advantages.

Regardless, it was always an occasion you looked forward to eagerly. The whole mystery element, planning what to get for the other person, watching each other's reaction to their gifts; the entire process gave you so much joy, every time. Which is probably why you were currently seated next to him, bubbling in excitement as you sat in the cozy restaurant.

Changbin had offered his present to you first, proud smirk on his face as you carefully unwrapped your present. The gleeful smile on your face as a brand new pair of wireless earpiece unraveled themselves in your hands. Quickly regaining your composition, you cleared your throat, gulping down drink.

"What the hell, Seo Changbin, I thought we had a price limit?"

"Please, as if I've ever stuck to the limit in the past few years."

"Ah," you scratched the back of your neck. "My gift is so lame now compared to yours."

Changbin chuckled at the sight of you restlessly shifting in your seat. "It can't be that bad."

Eyeing his gift on the table, he reached out for it, pushing aside his empty plate.

"Can I open mine now?" Seeing you nod, he took a deep breath and peeked into the paper bag. Considering your past gifts, Changbin felt like he knew what to expect. Probably new thermos, or producing software, or maybe-

A sweater was definitely not what he expected from you. The soft black material was comforting in his hands, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Unfolding it, the image of a pink pig-rabbit character holding a present was etched into it, colours brightly displayed against the dark material. It was big, oversized even, and the image looked a little patchy, but even he could tell that the sweater was clearly handmade with love.

As if to confirm his suspicions, you voiced out.

“Remember that knitting kit you got me last year? I wanted to make something for you since you got it for me! It’s nothing compared to the present you got me, so if you don’t like it then-“

“I love it.”

Still staring at it, he studied each stitch carefully, feeling the sweater between his fingers. Putting it on, his head poked through with a giant grin on his face, eyes looking suspiciously watery.

You made this for him? The fact that you took your own precious time and effort to craft him his own sweater, he was in awe. It felt really good too, with well-practiced stitches ensuring the yarns didn’t fray. He couldn’t believe he received such a precious handmade gift from you, and honestly, it was making him a little emotional.

“This is the best present I’ve ever received!” You could feel the sincerity oozing out of every word. Shy, you were about to brush it off before he cut in.

“I’m serious! It’s one of a kind! And the fact that you made it, and made it so well, makes it a hundred- no, a thousand times better!”

You giggled at how ecstatic he got. Cheeks flushed red, you sent him a satisfied smile.

“It can’t beat the airpods you bought me, but i’m glad you like your gift a lot.”

Can’t beat? In Changbin’s book, you’ve clearly won this year’s best gift.

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Pikachu, I Choose You!

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari

Requested By: Spoilerz_Alert (Ao3)

"Nonononono- Ahhh, Denki, nooooooo!"

Kyoka rubbed her eyes sleepily as she shuffled down the last few steps of stairs. Hanta's miserable wail floated out of the kitchen, making her ear jacks twitch as she registered the high-pitched sound. Metallic clangs and muttered curses followed, and when Kyoka approached to inspect the chaos occurring in the kitchen, she also could discern Denki's characteristic low-toned "yayyyyy."

She smothered a giggle as she rounded the corner to find the aforementioned blond seated at the table, drooling a little as he pushed his upturned thumbs through the air. Hanta was carrying the fried remains of their toaster over to the trash can. He tossed the blackened, sparking metal into the bin with an annoyed grunt, then slammed the lid closed. "God damn it, Denki! That's the third one this semester! Mr. Aizawa'll probably start making you pay for them!" he scolded.

"Yayyyyyyyy," responded the short-circuited boy jovially. Hanta rolled his eyes and collapsed against the counter with an exaggerated sigh.

"I just wanted some toast," he lamented woefully. His head lolled over to watch Kyoka as she strolled into the small kitchen. "Mornin'."

"I see Chargebolt here has apprehended the toaster villain yet again," the girl quipped playfully. Denki's head bobbled on his neck like a baby's as he mindlessly ogled at her. As Kyoka raised an eyebrow at him, he cooed and gave her his thumbs-up motion. Kyoka smiled, unable to not find his addled state comical and endearing, and walked over to affectionately ruffle his yellow locks. "Great job, buddy. You saved us from a real menace." Denki released a bubbly laugh and flopped forward, forehead striking the table.

"Fuck, did Pikachu fry the toaster again?!" Katsuki cursed as he stomped into the kitchen to find the boy slumped over and still constantly humming "yayyyyyy!" When Hanta and Kyoka nodded solemnly, the volatile blond angrily kicked the nearest chair and tromped over to the pantry. He ripped open a box of corn flakes and shoved his hand into the bag to grab a massive handful of the crunchy cereal. He pushed them into his mouth, a few missing the mark and clattering down to the floor, while glaring at Denki. "Fucking hell. I just wanted some fucking toast," he grumbled with full cheeks.

"Me tooooo!" Hanta cried exasperatedly and threw his arms up in an irritated gesture. "The world's against us today." Denki blinked slowly and lifted his head to peer at Katsuki.

"Yay?"

"'Yay,' indeed, moron," Katsuki huffed and shoved another handful of corn flakes into his mouth. "How the fuck does he keep fryin' the damn thing, anyway?" Passively listening to their conversation, Kyoka hunted through the various drawers for a can opener so she could peel the lid off the canned peaches she wanted for breakfast.

"When he stays up all night gaming, he's super tired in the morning and can't control his Quirk!" Hanta answered with a pointed glare at the clueless blond, who nodded sagely and confirmed with a succinct "Yay." Not that he knew what they were even talking about.

“Dumbass Pikachu,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath. Just as Katsuki uttered his nickname for Denki, Kyoka spied a few washable markers in one of the kitchen drawers. A mischievous ploy bloomed in her head, and so with a playful grin, she plucked up the red marker and uncapped it with her teeth. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at her as she crossed the kitchen and sat down in the chair beside the dazed Denki. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“A little payback for the toaster,” Kyoka mused. That was her reason for them, but at the moment, Kyoka’s mind was absorbed with how absolutely adorable Denki would look like a cute little Pikachu. She chuckled to herself as she put the marker to his cheeks. Hanta and Katsuki watched her with wide eyes as Kyoka scrawled two oval shapes on Denki’s cheeks with the red pen, and dotted a cute little rounded triangle on the tip of his nose. They all snorted as Denki blinked incomprehensibly and hummed, “Yay?” when Kyoka finished. Sniggering, Kyoka snapped a picture and used her phone’s editing function to draw a pair of Pikachu ears and a zig-zaggy tail on him. She sent it in the students’ group chat, and Hanta and Katsuki’s phones pinged. They both burst into laughter when they opened up the message.

“That’s rich,” Katsuki snickered, admiring Kyoka’s handiwork even as he shoved the cereal box bank into the pantry. By this time, Denki was beginning to regain his senses, blinking rapidly. It took him a moment to register Kyoka’s presence beside him. After he finally returned to his baseline state, he groaned and rubbed the side of his head.

“Aw, man, did I fry the toaster again?”

“Yup,” Katsuki confirmed as he strolled out of the room, apparently not wanting to hang around for the pending conversation. Denki whined self-loathingly and flopped forward against the table. He opened his phone to read the notification and shot upright when he saw the picture.

“What the-! Hey!” he whined loudly. Kyoka stifled giggles with her hand as Denki opened his front-facing camera. “Not funny!” he complained, poking at the red ovals decorating his cheek. The marks made the pout he tossed her exceptionally cute. “You’re so mean, Kyoka…”

“What? I think it’s adorable,” she complimented jokingly. Denki just groaned and pushed his cheeks around, smearing the edges of the circles. “Relaaaaax,” she laughed and nudged him lightly in the ribs with her elbow. “It’s washable ink. You don’t have to go to class like that.”

“Thank God!” he exclaimed with relief, rising promptly from the chair. “I don’t think I could face Aizawa like this!”

“Like what?” Denki jumped a foot in the air at the teacher’s sudden appearance; the dark, broody man hovered in the entranceway to the kitchen, clutching an empty mug that smelled faintly of coffee. Aizawa stared levelly at Denki as the boy gawked at him like a deer struck by headlights. Aizawa then just sighed and proceeded to the coffee pot to refill his cup with the bitter brown liquid. He mixed in a faint amount of sugar and then turned to stare blatantly at the blond boy while sipping at the beverage. “Pika-pi,” he said monotonously before sauntering off. As Kyoka and Hanta collapsed in hysterical laughter, Denki’s face turned a shade of crimson.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys, laugh it up,” he mocked irritatedly as he made to leave as well. “Next time I’m frying the toaster on purpose!” he called as he rounded the corner. Kyoka nearly fell out of her chair as she tried to get up and follow. Holding her belly, she staggered to the wall, holding onto the edge as she shouted after him.

“Denki! Come on; it was a joke! You’re not mad, right? Right? … Denki?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Denki was obviously mad.

Kyoka squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she discreetly stared at him from across the classroom. He’d refused to speak to her since that morning, and had even resorted to avoiding her. They usually walked to class together, joined by Momo and Hanta, but when she’d joined the three on the front porch, he’d stomped off by himself, insisting he wanted to walk alone. He’d arrived to class first, and when she’d cheerfully greeted him, he’d ignored her. Groaning, Kyoka flopped forward onto her desk, not even bothering to get a head start on the English homework they’d been assigned.

I’m so stupid…

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, much to her surprise. She sat up to brush her fingertips over her eyes, which widened when she saw them glistening with salty tears. Hurriedly, she asked Present Mic if she could be excused and scurried off to the restroom. She slipped into a stall, locked it, and sank onto the toilet with a mournful sigh. What’s happening to me? Why am I so upset? She thought wildly as she rubbed at her eyes to stifle the tears. They stopped, but only just.

Sure, maybe Kyoka’s prank wasn’t in good taste, but normally she’d just wait for someone to come around rather than moping over the silent treatment. But this was different. She couldn’t stand that Denki was angry with her, and it hadn’t even been six hours. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she fidgeted on the toilet, nervous energy causing her to twitch endlessly. She pulled up the damning photograph, and couldn’t help but smile at his adorably dorky expression. She laughed shakily and swiped her thumb over the screen, causing it to zoom in a little. He’s just so cute he makes me stupid…

Kyoka squeaked aloud and sat bolt upright in the chair, dropping her phone in the process. She didn’t even rattle over the fact that the screen might have shattered. Her mind was shattering with a startling realization. Could I… Could I have a crush on Denki?! It was ludicrous. Ridiculous. Impossible! … And yet, as she thought of the boy, her heart fluttered in her chest. Groaning, she ran her hands over her face. And now he’s super pissed at me, she lamented. It was no wonder she hated the fact that he was angry… She was crushing on him, and only wanted to be in his good graces.

“All right, Kyoka. Get out of your head,” she huffed, knocking on her head with both of her hands for emphasis. “Just calm down and be reasonable. All you have to do is apologize… That’ll smooth things over.” How could she apologize, though? She didn’t know if she could wait all day to corner Denki alone. “Drop some hints. That’s all you have to do,” she huffed doubtfully. Anxiety bubbled in her belly, making her a little nauseous. “That’s all you have to do,” she repeated, as if doing so would strengthen her will.

It was much easier said than done.

“Okay, Kyoka. Just relax. You got this,” she murmured under her breath. After returning from her solitary pep talk in the bathroom, the lunch bell had rung. She had just exited the line and was searching for a seat- a specific seat. Denki was settled with Hanta across the room. Kyoka’s eyes locked onto the empty booth seat across from them. After sucking in a breath like it was liquid courage, Kyoka speedily crossed the lunchroom and plopped her tray down in front of Denki, probably a little too harshly. Denki peered critically at her from under the strands of his bangs. A blush began to crawl up her neck. Much more calmly, she slid into the seat and cleared her throat.

“H-Hey, Denki.” She saw the corner of his mouth twitch and hoped that was a sign he would break his silence. His gaze then dropped to his beef stew, and he swirled it around disinterestedly, steeping the rice in the thick broth. Kyoka swallowed, not one to be deterred, and pushed her tray forward slightly with a finger. “I know you much you like egg pudding,” she offered with a gesture to the little jiggly pudding sitting at the edge of the tray. “I don’t like it, but I thought you might like another, so…” she trailed off, hoping the boy would get the memo. His eyes were lidded as he studied the egg pudding. Silently, he reached out to take it off her tray and put it on his. He then resumed mindlessly stirring his stew.

Hanta’s eyes shifted rapidly between the two of them, a noodle hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it up and then quickly stood, announcing that he was going to see if he could pilfer some more ramen from someone before running off like the Devil was behind him. Denki said nothing, but Kyoka saw his body tense uncomfortably.

“Denki, I’m sorry, okay?!” she blurted before the boy could try and escape. “I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. I just… I just…” She couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation aside from she just thought he would look cute, and she sure as hell couldn’t say that. Denki’s golden eyes flickered up from the stew to stare fixedly at her. She slumped down in the booth seat at the harsh edge of the bright gold depths. “I’m sorry,” she repeated meekly, tears rising to her eyes without realizing it. “I’m just stupid…”

“Kyoka,” he sighed, and the sound of his voice made her heart sing. He pushed the trays aside to reach across the table and grab her hand. He stared at it as he swept his thumb over the soft skin, and every caress sent fire flying through her nerves. Her cheeks burned pink, but Denki was seemingly oblivious to the romantic implications of his gesture. “You’re not stupid.” The smile he flashed her made Kyoka melt into a relieved puddle of mush right there, but she couldn’t help but object.

“Denki, I took that dumb photo, and it was insensitive, and-”

“It’s okay!” He laughed with a dismissive wave of his free hand. He then looked bashfully down at the egg pudding she’d given him. “I mean, I was a little upset at first, because… I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all you think I am. Some dumb, stupid Pikachu.” Before he could continue, Kyoka interrupted with her free hand flapping around wildly.

“Oh, Denki, no! No, no, no! I just… I, um… Bakugo kept calling you Pikachu, and I just…” Growing meek, she slumped down into the booth until her shoulders hunched up to her ears. “I couldn’t help thinking about how cute you would look as a Pikachu…” Denki’s eyebrows nearly touched the roots of his hair as he gawked surprisedly at her. He then flashed her a brilliantly bright smile.

“Oh, so that’s it?” Kyoka used her free hand to cover her bright red face as much as she could, embarrassed by how pleased he was at the prospect. Still holding her hand, he grabbed a fork and took a big bite of the egg pudding while Kyoka nodded admittingly. He seized his phone and pulled up the photograph, then smirked. “I guess I do look pretty adorable,” he reasoned with a wink at Kyoka. The girl’s headphone jack ears wriggled nervously, a bit unsettled by his one-eighty in mood. He dropped the phone and smiled sweetly at her. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I shoulda just been a man and talked to you about it instead of giving you the silent treatment.” Kyoka’s throat bobbed as she swallowed the relieved sob rising in her chest.

“Yeah, but… Fair’s fair, I guess,” she said guiltily. She flushed red as Denki leaned across the table to use his thumb to wipe away her tears.

“No! Even if I was upset, taking it out on you like this was petty. As Kirishima would say, it wasn’t very manly of me.” His light-hearted tone all but forced Kyoka to give him a hiccupy laugh. How could she stay sad with the sunny boy around? Still, she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit blue; though he was gently sweeping her tears away, she could tell just by the look on his face that it was a purely platonic gesture. Still, she couldn’t help but lean a little into his touch, making her chin brush lightly against the heel of his palm. “I’ve got an idea,” he suggested with a bright smile. “How about tonight we watch a movie, huh?”

“J-just the two of us?!” she squeaked, blushing at the high-pitched tone of her voice. Denki didn’t notice, nodding enthusiastically. “O-okay…” She was relieved that he was no longer irritated with her, but she couldn’t help but think that she was jumping out of the frying pan only to land in the fire.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kyoka had landed in the fire indeed.

Her body burned with a fierce blush as she sat on the end of Denki’s bed, unable to focus on the anime movie playing on his television screen. He’d insisted on sharing a blanket, and so there she was, snuggled up under the covers with the oblivious blond and feeling like she would spontaneously combust at any moment. Denki lay on his stomach with his cheeks pushed into the palms of his hands. His ankles crossed over behind his back. Jiro was sitting upright beside him, hugging her knees to her chest and sweating nervously.

Just play it cool, Kyoka… Don’t be weird… she encouraged herself frantically. With every passing second, she was terrified that Denki would notice the damp puddle of perspiration surely forming under her. She had to suppress a squeak when Denki shifted positions, sitting up beside her and tugging the blanket to enclose them in a suffocating bubble of heat. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth until the skin shredded a little. She’d only realized she was crushing on the boy less than eight hours ago, but now it was all she could think about. When his arm inadvertently brushed against hers, she couldn’t take it anymore. Squealing, she jumped out of the covers to stumble out onto the floor.

“Kyoka? What’s up?” Denki blinked owlishly at her as she panted heavily. Every inch of her skin felt like it was submerged in lava. Part of her was frustrated that he wasn’t picking up on the undeniable signs, but the other part of her thought she’d surely die if he posed the possibility of her crushing on him. The turmoil of the day had fried Kyoka’s brain to charred mush, so she could only sink into one of his bean bag chairs with an agonized groan.

“I don’t… I just… I need a minute,” Kyoka whined miserably. Denki blinked slowly, then peeled the blankets off himself and timidly crawled over to her. She peered through her eyelashes at him as he approached cautiously, her cheeks growing redder with every inch he crept closer.

“Kyoka… Are you feeling okay?” he inquired with a suspicious look. Sure that her cheeks were the shade of tomatoes, she groaned and looked away ruefully. She rubbed at her face, flinching at the sheer amount of heat radiating off her body in suffocating waves. “You’re acting weird,” Denki continued with a concerned tone. “Look, I promise I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s not that,” she admitted through the fingers laced over her lips. She stared intently up at the ceiling with shaky eyes. Was she really about to confess this? “Do… Do you know… Why I was so upset at the fact that you were mad at me?” Denki grunted, and she could tell by the way his clothes shifted that he was rubbing the back of his neck puzzledly.

“Well… I dunno… I was a little shocked at how sensitive you were about it.” The bean bag creaked as she wiggled uncomfortably in the embracing soft bag of beads.

“I… Well… I couldn’t stand the idea that you were mad at me because… because…” Her throat closed up, preventing her from forcing out the words though she desperately wished she could just spit them out. Her chest felt like a great big balloon had swelled up inside her, pushing on her chest wall to make it impossibly tight. Denki waited patiently for her to continue. Kyoka just couldn’t. Frustrated tears began to burn her eyes, and she desperately tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Whining in agony, she clamped her hands down over her eyes, praying the darkness would push her over the edge into a confession. It didn’t.

“Kyoka?” Denki’s voice was soft, inquisitive. She heard him crawl around the edge of the bean bag to sit on his knees beside her. She whimpered as his fingers began to pull at her own, slowly prying her hand away from her left eye. Hesitantly, she cracked that eye open to see him smiling amusedly. “You’re not trying to say that you like me, are you?” She pulled her bottom lip under her teeth and chewed anxiously on it, debating whether to admit it or start vehemently denying it. After a few seconds, she managed a tiny nod. “This better not be some kinda cruel joke.” She squeaked and started sputtering refusals at his deadly serious expression. Then, in the next second, he was laughing animatedly.

“Denkiiii!” she whined, red-faced, and punched him in the shoulder. He kept cackling even as he rubbed the now sore area.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help but get a little payback,” he chuckled. Kyoka settled down after a minute, but her face continued to burn. He smiled affectionately; it made her heart thump loudly in her chest. “I like you too, Kyoka. To tell ya the truth… Being angry with you made me so miserable I couldn’t stand it.”

“Really?” she asked in a small voice, and he nodded.

“Yeah. That’s why I couldn’t stay mad,” Denki said gently. His hand rose to cup Kyoka’s cheek, and she pressed her face into it, relishing the soft skin of his palm embracing her. “I could never stay mad at you.”

“Even when I do stupid stuff?”

“Hey,” Denki snorted, “considering I’m the world’s leading expert in stupid stunts, I can cut you some slack for the occasional lapse in judgment.” Kyoka giggled. Her body sung with a bubbly champagne-like high that sent her mind floating into blissful, foggy euphoria.

Denki leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, eyes lidded as he smiled lovingly. “You haven’t smiled all day,” he remarked, catching her off guard. “I love it when you smile.” His compliment made the small smile on her lips stretch wide across her face. His thumb caressed the arc of her cheekbone as he stared deep into her eyes.

“So are you gonna kiss me orrrrrrrr what, Pikachu?” His eyebrow cocked at her blatant request. Kyoka’s cheeks tinged pink at her boldness, but she levelly held his stare, challenging him. Denki smiled impishly, but then leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers in a lingering sweet kiss. Kyoka hummed approvingly at the pleasant sensation of his soft lips molding over hers. The movie they were watching was long forgotten as they basked in the glow of each other’s presence and the bliss of young love blooming between them.

~Bonus~

Kyoka’s smile was bright as daylight as she stared into her phone screen; Momo could see it across the room. She approached Kyoka from behind as the girl lounged on the common room sofa, feet kicked up over the back and reclined against one of the throw pillows.

“What are you smiling about?” Momo inquired as she leaned over the arm of the couch. Kyoka was staring at her lock screen. It was a photo of her and Denki; they had marker on their faces- red ovals on their cheeks, and a little rounded triangle on the tips of their noses. Brown-tipped, long, pointed yellow ears and zig-zaggy tails had been scrawled in the background with her editing app. They looked so happy together, pressed against one another as they smiled for the camera. Momo smiled, glad to see her best friend so madly in love. Kyoka tipped her head back over the arm of the couch to grin blissfully at Momo.

“Oh, you know… Making plans. Denki wants to go out to eat tonight.” Momo hummed approvingly and leaned down, pressing her cheek against the top of her friend’s head as she hugged her loosely.

“I’m happy for you, Kyoka. You deserve it.”

“Thanks,” the noirette said and glanced back to her phone to respond to a message from Denki. “So, when are you gonna start going out with Todoroki?”

“I-I beg your pardon?!”

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