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heartandfangs · 2 years

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LEATHER & PLAID.

GENRE Roommates AU, Sub!Jake, Dom!Reader, Heavy Smut, One-shot

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jaeyun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, BDSM, Cursing, Relationship insecurities, Light nipple play, Teasing, Edging, Bondage, Handjob, Pegging, Sex toys, Light degradation, Light choking, Crying, Aftercare, m!Receiving, Established relationship

WORD COUNT 3.8k

SUMMARY Jake– your ever mischievous, needy other half– quickly pulls you past the threshold you’ve yet to cross in your shared world of intimacy and hands over the tools you need to take him under. It's a world neither of you is entirely familiar with, but Jake is more than willing to step off the edge and fall into the abyss, so long as you're there to meet him at the end of it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE Well, it's about time I write a sub Jake fic. ✨ I hope you enjoy it, I know some of you out there will appreciate it!

I'm over the moon that it's the weekend AND THAT THE BOYS ARE FINALLY COMING BACK 🫠 The concepts look insane, and I'm still processing those crazy ass photos. They're all gorgeous and Jaeyun looks like an absolute doll 🙂🤚 The attack is RELENTLESS. I'M LITERALLY TEARING UP.

Also, I'm thinking of making this fic part of a sub series for the hyung line, so I’m gauging interest in it from you all since IOU is ongoing. I wanted to also say thank you for all the new followers and messages, I've been busy but I'm going through them today! As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it. 🖤⚰️

TAGLIST @skzenhalove, @axartia, @stbwe, @duolingofanaccount, @writingmochi, @thejjrl

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Keep yourself hard for me by the time I come back– but don't you dare come.

The last text Jake received from you was from ten minutes ago, presumably before you started driving back home from work to where he desperately awaited you.

With one hand pumping his angry red cock, and the other hand shoved up his plaid shirt, toying with his nipples, Jake prayed you'd reach him in time.

It felt like for the past weeks– not that you noticed– he'd been suppressing the symptoms of his deep ache for you. It was the kind of ache that spread to every nerve of his body, consuming his thoughts and spurring him to take such daring risks.

So sue him for breaking down and sending you those clips of him during your work hours. They did their job, although he figured you'd be angry since they hampered your ability to do yours.

Jake would argue that it was for neglecting him the entire week, and maybe even the week before… but even if you hadn't, he probably would've pulled that same shit anyway.

Which one made you snap? The audio clip of him explicitly describing how he was beating his cock while smothering himself with the scent of your sheets? Or maybe the video of him slipping the diamond plug from his hole that he'd nestled into himself earlier, seeing him all pink and puckered, clenching around nothing?

Whichever it might've been, Jake was more than willing to risk it all, anticipating his tortuous release at your hands.

It had to be by you– only you.

The click of the apartment door being opened and the harsh clacking of your heels echoing off the walls had Jake thrumming with excitement. Your arrival was a record time, and he was beyond relieved you made it home safe, but he felt a bit guilty about it being at the expense of your safety. He would have to make up for the weight on his conscience, amongst other things.

Jake hiked his plaid shirt over the planes of his flushed chest and pushed back his dark bangs from his eyes, hoping to look as enticing as possible when you walked through that bedroom door.

Just as the door swung open, a shaky moan slipped from his mouth while he canted his hips up in the air. He was teasing his thumb over his slit, back and forth in the most delicious manner, the damp skin of his stomach illuminated by the warm lighting of your bedside lamp.

Somehow, seeing you dressed in your elegant noir suit accented with gold plated jewelry– eyes sharp with liner, glaring down at him– intimidated him in ways he hadn't expected. Everything about your attire displayed power; one day, he'd have to pay you a surprise visit at work that included taking you out to lunch and convincing you to take an extended break time with him in that fancy company lounge.

Today, he'd make you come to him.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Not only did you make me cut my work day short, but you chose my room to make a mess in?"

"I missed you," Jake dragged his veined hand up the planes of his abs then over his nipples, the other still wrapped around his length," Please, I'm so hard– couldn't wait 'till tonight."

With a shake of your head, you scrutinized him.

"I see that patience is still something we need to work on with you. You know better."

"Everyone cuts their Friday short anyways; I'll definitely make it worth your while. My cock's drooling so much for you..."

"Quit touching yourself," you warned, "Take your clothes off, then kneel on the bed."

Jake stared at you.

So you still wanted him?

"Don't make me wait."

Delighted, Jake shot up from the bed and pulled his plaid long sleeve off, discarding it onto a nearby chair; his jeans followed.

Nothing about you gave yourself away while watching him with such a stoic expression. You merely multiplied his sense of vulnerability tenfold, heart beating out of his chest as he obediently kneeled on your plush bed covers.

You crossed your arms and let him shift in discomfort under your gaze, his lean physique and arousal entirely on display for you.

"Show me what you were playing with in that video you sent me, Jake."

Blushing deeply, Jake leaned back onto his palms and spread his legs to reveal the diamond-encrusted toy plugged between his cheeks.

Intrigued, you kneeled onto the bed and reached out to trace the edges of the glistening diamond laid into black silicone.

"Huh, I didn't know you liked these sort of toys."

"It came in a set," He glanced up at you hopefully, teeth tugging on his bottom lip while your eyes widened, "And this plug vibrates if you hold down the diamond, but I haven't tried it yet because I wanted to wait to try it with you."

It irritated you to imagine Jake stuffing himself with his fingers alone each night for who knows how long just so the toy could fit properly. You gripped the edge of the toy and tugged on it slightly, curious as to how big it was.

Jake moaned softly, his cock twitching against his abdomen as his body automatically fought to keep it inside of him.

"Sorry," He tried to calm himself with several deep breaths until the plug finally popped out.

It was covered in his wetness and was in the form of a slim silicone tip; it rounded out a bit wider only to taper at the base. Its girth and length weren't as large as Jake's, but you were impressed he managed to use it on his own.

You slid it back inside of him so begrudgingly slow that Jake had to bite down a whimper. It was a little mesmerizing seeing how his hole stretched and accommodated the size.

So sexy.

You wanted to eat him up right then and there.

Licking your lips, you asked, "What else have you been hiding from me?"

Jake inclined his chin towards your feet where an inconspicuous black gift bag you failed to notice before sat. Raising a brow at him, you picked it up and set it on the bed, reaching inside to inspect the contents.

The first object you pulled out was a set of leather wrist cuffs and straps to be tethered to a bed frame; the second was thigh slings, padded on the inside and attached to a neck cushion along with straps to bind its wearer without the use of furniture.

A slight smirk graced your face at the choice, but your expression morphed into one of complete shock when you took out a lace strap-on.

It had an attractive onyx-colored dildo attached to it, not entirely phallic but rather a more streamlined sophisticated shape; it was curved and relatively slender– even pretty. Considering it would be Jake's first time, it might've been out of character for him to have gone all out on a nine-inch monster dildo instead.

So long as it was something he was comfortable with. Regardless, he sure didn't skimp on the quality of these purchases. You slid your grip along the glossy, dark surface, finding it to your taste.

"Just be honest with me if you don't want to try it," Jake blurted out, shaky eyes roving over your face, unable to endure your silence.

With one hand, you unbuttoned your blazer and shrugged it off, leaving you in a black silk camisole and impeccably pressed slacks.

"As if I'll let you off the hook for interrupting my work schedule." You took up the leather restraints and leaned over Jake, who looked both terrified and in awe– and yet, he relinquished all control to you.

Figuring out which limbs were supposed to go where came easy to you, and soon enough, you had Jake bound underneath you on his back, legs folded at the knees with the restraints supporting his bare thighs. The slings were connected to the padded cushion tucked behind his neck, and his wrists were cuffed over his head, anchored to the bed with just enough slack.

Although you didn't have first-hand experience with these toys, you had researched them in the past out of curiosity, which definitely helped. However, you were still wrapping your head around that Jake approached you about this first and not the other way around.

Checking to make sure his restraints weren't overly tight, you slipped two fingers beneath the ones at his wrist.

"Too tight, baby?"

"No, I love it," He admitted breathlessly.

Jake never looked more delectable to you at that moment.

"Listen closely, I have some rules to lay down," Jake nodded eagerly for you to continue, "I'm not allowing you to come until I say so. I'm going to tease you, edge you– and maybe fuck you if you're good. But you need to earn it, and I'm the only one who determines whether or not you have."

You tipped Jake's chin up towards you, "Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, sounding almost in a trance.

"Good," You nodded and sat back to admire your handiwork and his gorgeous body.

During the whole process, Jake had only grown more aroused at your slight rough handling, panting and twitching non-stop at your touches. Little did you realize that he was taking you in with complete adoration the entire time.

Jake was spread so prettily for you; his pre-cum dribbled from his tip down his swollen balls, spilling over the diamond plug onto your sheets. The deep flush in his cheeks spread across his skin in an all-consuming heat. He was even perspiring beneath his bangs, and you hadn't even started.

"I think you need a safeword, Jaeyun."

"Plaid," he replied immediately, as though he were just waiting for you to ask.

Of course.

You regarded Jake fondly while running the tips of your nails up the underside of his cock, making him mewl.

"Let's play."

Undoing your lover was always a pleasure to undertake.

"Oh Jaeyun," you drawled, sweetly twisting the soaked tip of his cock and then letting go just in time for his hips to desperately chase your touch– just to receive no reprieve. It was a sick cycle he'd been enduring for the past half hour. "I didn't think you could get any wetter."

You watched Jake's brows furrow, how he dropped his head back against your mattress in frustration, but his moans were all too telling of the immense pleasure he was experiencing.

"Please, ___, keep rubbing my cock," Jake whined.

You were still dressed from head to toe, and he should've felt mortified at being utterly nude in such a compromising situation, but he wasn't. He loved every bit of your attention and lived for it— he wasn't sure how he survived on days without you nearby.

But at this very moment, having you next to him didn't feel like enough. He wanted to be intoxicated by you and completely filled to the brim, unsure of where your body started and where his ended, breathing you in, feeling you, tasting you.

Did you feel the same at all?

Now, as you smugly traced the veins along his pulsing cock when all he wanted was for you to fist him until he was spent in every sense of the word.

"Think you've earned it already?"

"Yes— please!"

Admittedly, Jake had been a trooper up 'till now, but it was clear his endurance was dwindling, so you decided to turn things up a notch. Your thumb found the diamond button of the plug between his legs, and you held it down until it came alive inside him with a deep buzz.

"Fuuuck! Oh my god," Jake slurred, eyes fluttering.

You scratched down the dips of his pelvis teasingly, only to take his balls into your hand and knead them thoroughly, "That feels good, huh, baby boy?"

"Yes, yes— fuck, it feels like my insides are melting! Wait—"

You swiftly pulled the plug out of him, and he jerked harshly against his restraints with a groan, the luxurious straps digging into his beautiful tan skin.

"I want to play with you next time, Jaeyun. Don't hide these things from me anymore. Don't be shy to tell me what you want when you want it, when it's the right time, of course. Timing is everything, baby–", You gave a sharp slap to his balls, causing him to yelp, "– As I'm sure you're coming to understand."

"Yes, I do," He choked out as you swiped his damp hair from his forehead.

"We'll see about that."

Jake watched you slide your middle and ring finger past your lips to soak them with saliva, then press them past his tight ring of muscle. His toes curled at the welcome intrusion of your fingers, pleas devolving into lovely, incoherent noises. He was wonderfully tight, but you imagined he'd be even tighter if he hadn't prepared himself with that plug.

"Good, Jaeyun. Let me in," You urged when he tensed while you added a third finger to rub against his warm, plush insides. Leaning over his muscular torso, you caught his nipple between your teeth and gave it a light tug.

Jake bucked his hips against your stomach in a panic, his insides clenching around your fingers, wrists straining against the handcuffs. "Ahhh, fuck, I can't. I can't—"

"Shhh," You hushed, swiping your tongue over his abused nipple, the pads of your fingers searching against his walls for that sweet spot, "You can do it, baby; control yourself."

How the hell was Jake supposed to hold on when you were knuckle deep inside of him, torturing his nipples?

Every little thing you bestowed on him made him feel like he was in a dream, a pure fantasy that only someone of his depraved nature could've thought up. But he fought to meter his reactions the best he could because here you were, playing this game, indulging the darkest parts of himself.

Jake was tested when you curled your fingers against his sensitive prostate, and every nerve in his body lit up, making him feel like he was about to lose it all.

That was until you mercilessly gripped the base of his dick and kept him from coming— to his utter dismay.

He was left with no choice but to writhe beneath you, long-awaited pleasure slipping from his grasp like sand when you removed your fingers from his body and stepped away.

"No, no, no! Don't stop— ___, fuck me," he begged.

The emptiness you left Jake with was distressing; at this point, he wanted some part of you moving inside him, your tongue, your fingers– Anything, anything, anything.

"Learn to display some patience, or I just might leave you there tied up for the rest of the night."

Jake made pathetic noises of opposition in response.

Feeling your arousal soak through your trousers, you stripped out of your clothes and heels before stepping into the lace harness. Your pussy was sensitive and swollen to the touch; the mere brush of the lace and ribbon against your throbbing mound made you want to rut your hips against Jake's until you came.

The strap-on was definitely a foreign feeling you'd have to adjust to, but just the fact that Jake wanted you like this gave you enough confidence to face him. You fixed it around your hips and thighs efficiently, tying it in a secure bow below your waist. After, you snatched a bottle of water-based lube from your bedside drawer, spreading copious amounts of liquid along your length.

You caught Jake rolling his hips out of the corner of your eye, presumably trying to get some relief just by bouncing his cock against his abdomen.

"If you could see how silly you look right now, you'd be taking your sweet time to fuck yourself too. Behave, or else."

Even though Jake shied from you in shame, his pink cock twitched at your reprimand. He settled down momentarily, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

"... I'll literally do anything for you to fuck me right now, ___. Please, fill me up, put me out of my misery."

"Do as I say, and you'll get what you want."

"I swear I will—"

Upon taking hold of his jaw, you gently captured his plump lips– a slow tug here, a lick there– slipping your tongue against his taste buds. Jake moaned sweetly against your soft lips, returning your possessive kiss, jerking as he felt you press your slick cock between his ass.

Once you lined yourself up with his entrance, you eased in at an angle that slowly drew the air from Jake's lungs. With your hips flush against him, you filled him perfectly— before pistoning into him at a merciless pace.

Jake's moans pitched with each thrust, his dark eyes dilated and hazy due to the rough sensation of you inside him. His fingers dug into his palms, the handcuffs and thigh restraints keeping him in place as you had your way with him.

If he weren't under already, he definitely was now.

"Does it feel good, baby? Can you feel how deep I am inside you?" You punctuated with a sharp thrust to his prostate. Unable to form words, Jake's tongue merely lolled past his lips.

You reached deeper than your fingers had and felt much sweeter than any vibrations.

Jake began to arch his back, chest pressing up into the air. You gripped more of the flesh beneath his thighs, moaning at the way you could feel his insides tug on the dildo when you pulled out, just to slam right back in.

Although it was tricky maneuvering the strap-on since it wasn't part of your actual body, there was something in the switch of dynamics that aroused you mentally. Whatever it was, Jake clearly loved it as well, unable to get enough of it— or rather you.

"Your slutty little ploy worked, Jaeyun. I'm fucking the living daylights out of you, and your cock is a mess because of it."

Jake couldn't hide from the truth; the man was at your mercy in every sense. All he was meant for at that moment was to take everything you'd give him, using all of his senses and faculties— from salivating at how your tits bounced with every sharp slam of your hips to how your soft, elegant fingers slid through his own, pressing him deep into the cushions.

The scent of his favorite perfume of yours made him go insane while your intense gaze pinned him in place, reminding him that he was yours in more ways than one.

It was just you and him.

"Ah!"

Jake shuddered violently when you slammed all the way in and stayed still for a second before sweetly rolling your hips in a deep, circular rhythm.

Fuck.

Making his eyes roll back into his head, you hit the same spot that set his whole body alight earlier, the tip of your length rubbing on it repeatedly. Jake could hardly tell what was happening when heat rushed to his face, heart racing like crazy. He clenched continuously around your cock, not wanting to let you go.

"Haah—" Jake began to shake his head. "C-can't– I can't!"

"On the count of five," Your tone left no room for disagreement, your thrusts turning quick and shallow, "Five."

Oh my god.

Each second you counted out loud was excruciating.

"Four."

Jake struggled to keep his orgasm at bay, willing every nerve and muscle in his body to hold back.

"Three."

His lips parted wide in pleasure while strands of pre-cum dribbled from his length onto his stomach.

"Two."

His vision of you above him suddenly became clear; you appeared wholly absorbed in watching his every move with deadly intent. Blood surged to his cock– You always looked so hot when focused.

So fucking beautiful.

He held his breath, feeling like he was about to explode when you sneaked your hand across his skin to squeeze around his throat slowly.

"One– come."

Then his vision blurred completely, everything going completely dark. His insides pulsed– once, twice– his balls tightening so tight... and then he finally released it all with a slew of broken sobs. Several ropes of cum shot from his veiny cock before it began to ooze thickly down your blurring hand, seemingly never-ending.

He wailed your name, voice gravelly and desperate. You were stunned at the tears that spilled from the corners of his shut eyes. Automatically, your thumb swiped them away.

"That's it, Jaeyun. I'm right here; I've got you."

How his hole spasmed and his nipples drew to a peak enraptured you. Jake was gone and for longer than he usually was when orgasming. One could only wonder if it was all due to the combination of being penetrated and physically subdued by you.

Aftershocks wracked his body for several minutes, and you comforted him through it all.

"My messy baby boy," Jake shook as your fingers spread his creamy release across his abdomen and sighed warmly when you planted kisses on his damp cheek. "You did so well for me; you held out till the end, and I loved how you were so obedient. Such a good boy for me."

You quickly released him from his restraints, gently resting his arms and legs onto the bed, caressing his indented skin. Jake fussed when you left him to retrieve wet washcloths from the restroom, calling you back to him.

"I'm here," you returned and reassured him while cleansing his limp body with the warm cloth. When you finished, you stepped out of the harness and wiped yourself down with a clean cloth before retrieving an ice-cold water bottle from your mini-fridge.

"How do you feel? Drink," You urged, slowly sitting him up and tipping the water bottle towards his lips. He took several sips, his half-lidded eyes trained on you all the while.

Somehow, Jake looked simultaneously drained yet alive, a gleam reappearing in his eyes if that were possible.

"That was insane. I loved it so much. Thank you, baby," Jake tossed the bottle somewhere behind him on the sheets and pulled you against him by your waist. He was still blown out of his mind that you did this all for him, overwhelmed by your devotion. "You fucked me so good," he whispered hotly into your neck.

You tipped your head back, baring your neck to give Jake more access. His lips moved fervently across your skin, tongue lapping at every spot he marked with a kiss. He captured your lips once more, eagerly conveying his immense gratitude for you.

"I hope you learned your lesson—" A moan spilled from your throat when his hand traveled down between your dripping thighs.

"I did," The corners of Jake's mouth turned upwards, his thick fingers delving through your wetness, "You think I can earn some extra credit?"

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msmargaretmurry · 6 months

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it was about your actual eldest daughter quinn cisswap fic :D

hahahaha thank you for clarifying <3 even though it would have been a delightful message either way

i'm so pleased to hear it though! i love her so much, i am slowly but doggedly plugging away at that fic in the precious free time i have and i am looking forward to hopefully one day share her with you and the five other people who are excited to read her story. also it's been a while since i wrote a female protagonist and it's been such a fun and interesting writing process digging into how the gender of it all does or doesn't change things.

anyway! have a little snippet of exposition!! <3

Technically, Quinn met Brady before they were fifteen. The elite hockey world is small, and they played with and against each other at various youth tournaments, but fifteen is when everything really started. Women in the NHL were no longer brand new, although still treated like a novelty — as if that’s ever going to change — but having girls in the national team development program was still in the experimental stages. After all, international competition was still strictly gendered. Someone had convinced the powers that be that if the best girls in the game were legitimately shooting for the NHL now, then it was good for the Americans to at least present the illusion of equal institutional support, the same way Sweden and Finland were doing. Can’t be falling behind the Europeans.

So the program wanted Quinn. Her parents, despite her years on boys’ teams and her tenuous commitment to Michigan, whose D-I hockey team did not historically include girls, had expressed some reservations about sending her off to live in an environment that was 90% teen boys before her sixteenth birthday. They were supportive, yeah, but they kept asking about special accommodations — a phrase that Quinn at fifteen loathed, feeling that it highlighted a difference between her and the boys that she would prefer for everyone to just forget about. But Brady, obviously, was also program-bound, and at a spring tournament in Wisconsin, Quinn’s coach connected Quinn’s parents with Keith and Chantal. Their dads already knew each other from years in the league: Jim behind the bench and in front offices, Keith on the ice. Both families familiar with the other from years of running in the same circles. The Tkachuks, it turned out, had a place in Ann Arbor while their boys were in the program, and they would be happy to let Quinn have the basement apartment, if some guaranteed parental supervision from a take-no-shit NHL veteran would put everyone’s minds at ease.

Brady, tall and gangly with his sweaty curls matted to his head, had watched the adults deliberating for half a minute, then turned to Quinn, stuck his hand out, and said, “Hey, how ya doing? That was a sick goal from the point your last game. Seriously, hell of a shot. I pointed it out to my dad and he was like, well, yeah, Brady, you could do that too if you didn’t have legs like spaghetti noodles. So I guess it’s gonna be leg day every day this summer.”

Quinn, once she had processed all of this, her hand still being shaken, had said, “Uh, yeah, looks like you could really use some work in that department.” Then she winced internally, because, yeah, great first impression on the kid whose parents were brokering her path to the NHL right at that moment. But Brady just laughed.

“So you think you’re gonna come to the program?” he asked.

Quinn nodded at the council of grown-ups. “If they let me, yeah.”

“They’ll let you. You’re too good not to go,” Brady said, so breezily assured that for a moment Quinn forgot why she had doubts. “It’s great. You’ll love it. My brother is there and he loves it. He says it’s not weird at all having girls around. I mean, like, obviously, we’ve got Nicky and Rach on our team right now and they’re great so I didn’t think it would be weird anyway. But Matthew says—” he laughed again, shaking his head “—he says, ‘just remember, you can hit them, but don’t hit on them, and it’ll all be fine.’”

Despite herself, by this point, Quinn was grinning. “Sounds like a pretty good rule.”

“Yeah, he’s a knucklehead, but sometimes he pops out a gem like that,” Brady said.

“Brothers are usually knuckleheads.”

“True. Wait, hey.”

Quinn gave him a sidelong look, one eyebrow raised. He slugged her in the shoulder.

“Quinny, come here a sec,” her mom said, and that’s how Quinn wound up living in Brady Tkachuk’s basement for two years.

#ask #eldest daughter quinn hughes #hockey for ts #usually i'm so cagey about sharing from wips but it's gonna be so long until i have anything ready for posting........#counting on u all to forget all of this by the time i finish the fic 😅

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hedgiwithapen · 8 months

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Dammit Hedgi Day BEGINS

Prompts are now OPEN Until the 24th of September I’ll be taking prompts, and as you all voted, beginning on the 23rd (saturday) and continuing till the 25th the EIGHTH anniversary of my first Dammit Hedgi (courtesy of Mosylu on Can’t Live in Dreams, I'll be posting them for your suffering and enjoyment

What prompts am I accepting? Originally an ANGST fest, it can get a bit more broad especially in recent years, so: Many! I reserve the right to ignore shipping requests and just write gen, DHD is a smut-free zone, and it’s my day so I will write about characters with my viewpoints so prompt with caution if you like a character i do not :) you may rig your prompt for fluff, but do not count on it. like I said, Angst. and it's Dammit Hedgi Day, not "awww Hedgi that's so sweeet" day.

Dammit Hedgi started with The Flash, but yeah I quit watching that at season 6 and i don't wanna think about anything past like... season 5 maybe. Send me Flash stuff anyways, but let's stick to the roots. same with young justice (i did NOT watch s4) and of course the LoT and early Supergirl characters live in my heart. Big clinging to Stargirl, though, and I'm currently loving My Adventures With Superman, getting more comfy writing Leverage characters...

Y’all know me, you know my fandoms, and what I’ve been watching so as always, go nuts! Can’t promise I’ll fill it all (last year I had 65! prompts! and did fill them all so...) prompts for my RPG characters, for my shows, for the wild crossover of ur heart (Old Guard/ Flash crossover? why not. Leverage and Shazam? Sure! Stargirl and the Librarians, heck yeah.) Feel free to send shit in, and I’ll either do it or I won’t, that’s DHD babes. I’ll try, anyways!

New to Dammit Hedgi Day? All I need is a character or two/ fandom and a dialog or narrative prompt!

You can send me a couple characters and an angst prompt from a list like this one or This one, Or this ….or if there’s a whump post out there that grabs at you, you can use that.

You can send me an episode and a character for me to do a reaction fic or introspection, like Jax at the end of White Knight (LOT) or Beth in Stargirl: Summerschool episode 11.

If we've chatted about an Au? send it! if there was a prompt from past years you liked and want More Of? (roundups for 2020 , 2021, 2022) hell yeah!)

canon stuff? post canon? pre canon? for want of a nail because canon is fake? go for it.

Canon suffering!! aus make everything worse!! you can ask for missing moments, or whatifs. We’ve had 7 (good lord you guys) of these now, you know the drill. go for it. I may not get to all of them. but I’ll write a lot because now it’s a challenge! Current aus and hiatus fics are hella open to be extra angsted upon. Any angst potential posts you’ve seen from me, canon angst that the writers ignore! Prompt away!

HELL YEAH SMORES PARTY IN HELL! WHOOOO!!!! (join the Discord!)

#dammit hedgi day #Dammit Hedgi Day 2023

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sweeterthanthis · 1 year

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Hi, Sweethearts 🖤

It's been a while since I hosted a challenge and I thought I'd have a little fun with my favourite genres. Forbidden love and angst. Happy ending or no happy ending, dark fic or fluffy, it just hurts so good.

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🖤 There is a list of prompts below to choose from. To avoid the potential crossover of ideas and plots within the challenge, please send me an ask to claim your prompt and I'll strike it off the list. Prompts are first come, first served but if needed, I have a reserves list.

🖤 You don't have to include the prompt chosen directly in your fic. Purely being inspired by it is absolutely encouraged, too!

Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! I'm looking forward to seeing what people come up with! Hurt and heal my little black heart! Thank you so much to @sgt-seabass for the beautiful banners used 🖤

1. "Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl." - Slipknot, Killpop

2. "So take this wine and drink with me. Let's delay our misery." - Eagle-Eye Cherry, Save Tonight

3. "It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good." - Arctic Monkeys, No.1 Party Anthem

4. "Take you like a drug, I taste you on my tongue." - The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues

5. "Remember how it was with you, remember how you pulled me through." - deadmau5 & Kaskade.

6. "You know my heart died and you had me aching, how about a piece of your own medicine?" - AlunaGeorge, Attracting Flies

7. "I never wanted you to hurt too much to touch." - Banks, And I Drove You Crazy

8. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne." - BMTH, Throne

9. "You came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light." - Florence + The Machine, Only If For a Night

10. "I do it so good, it's gonna be hard to break the habit." - Ariana Grande, Nasty

11. "If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised." - Halsey, Castle

12. "One heart broke, four hands bloody." - Olivia Rodrigo, Favorite Crime

13. "Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this." - The Weeknd, High For This

14. "I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me." - Fallout Boy, Dance Dance

15. "I wanna see what you're made of, I won't tell and you won't either." - Henry Verus, Your Guilty Pleasure

16. "I did things to you only lovers would do in the dark. I made you a god." - Labrinth, Still Don't Know My Name

17. "All your talent and my good taste, I’d hate to see it go to waste." - The Eagles, The King Of Hollywood

18. "You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"."- Lana Del Rey, Norman Fucking Rockwell

19. "I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey." - Taylor Swift, False God

20. "With your arms by your side there's no struggling, pleasure's all mine this time." - Avenged Sevenfold, Scream

21. "When I met you in that hotel room, I could tell that you were so bad news." - Montell Fish, Hotel

22. "I'm a heartless man at worst, babe, and a helpless one at best." - Paolo Nutini, Candy

23. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." - Dove Cameron, Boyfriend

24. "It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun." - My Chemical Romance, Cemetery Drive

25. "Show me your scars and I won't walk away." - Beyoncé, Sandcastles

26. "I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees." - The Verve, Bitter Sweet Symphony

27. "Can't change the way we are, one kiss away from killing." - Bishop Briggs, River

28. "I know you said that I changed with my cold heart, but it was your game that left scars." - Mabel, Call Me Up

29. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new." - Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know

30. "And even though we live inside a dangerously empty life, you always seem to bring the light." - The Weeknd, Angel

31. "Baby, come bring me hell. Let it rain over me." - Zara Larsson, Ruin My Life

32. "Took one fuckin' look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste." - Ariana Grande, Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored

33. "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise." - Taylor Swift, All Too Well

34. "God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." - Olivia Rodrigo, Traitor

I won't tag anyone but I'd really appreciate it if my mutuals and followers could reblog and spread the word. In saying that, there's no pressure to do so 🥰

#bittersweet symphony writing challenge #milestone challenge #writing challenge #angst challenge

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kitkatt0430 · 1 year

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So I mentioned Closer and Closer Still the other day. Gotta give a Six Sentence Sunday update on that now. :D

"I went to visit my father today," Barry replied, voice equally quiet. "I haven't seen him since he was arrested. There wasn't a trial, so... but it was like everything happened yesterday when I saw him."

"Do you want to talk about your visit? I admit... I am curious as to why you choose to speak with him now, after all this time. But I also recognize this is a very private thing for you, Barry. So if you would rather simply to have company or to be alone..." hesitantly, Wells reached out to take Barry's hand and squeezed it. "I'd like to be there for you, if you'll let me."

Eobard - I'm gonna be supportive, this is totally the correct social thing to do and will make Barry want to be friends with me. Barry - He's holding my hand!!!! *blushes*

Disasters the lot of them. Eobard's not really taking Barry's crush on the Reverse Flash too seriously here. After all, he knows what it's like to have a childhood crush on the Flash and that there's a difference between crushing on the idea of someone and actually having feelings for that person. And since the Reverse Flash killed Nora - saving Barry from an abusive home in the process - that's just an idle childhood crush that's resurfaced, right?

When he realizes that Barry likes him as Harrison because of how well they're getting to know each other - with the Harrison persona being rather paper thin these days... that's really gonna throw him for a loop. Because he does rather like Barry too, after all. This Barry. Who he thought he'd hate as much as the previous timeline's Flash... but he doesn't. Can't.

I'm working on the second chapter of Welcome to 2015, but that's getting close enough to being ready to post that I'm just gonna wait on it. I do have a Buffy fic that I'm working on, though. I'll post a snippet from that. Another Buffy/Anya fic, though not part of the series I've been writing on and off.

Buffy's honestly a little bored with the stripper part of the party, but at least Halfrek was right about Anya enjoying herself. Buffy sends Dawn out of the room - the room the stripper was in, anyway, they had two reserved - and then spent the rest of that time the stripper was present with Tara playing 'guess what's in the box' regarding the gifts they'd brought Anya. They both guessed Halfrek's was a dildo - they're right - and that Dawn got her a bodice ripper type romance novel - they're both correct there too. (Buffy had gotten Anya a new dress to wear on the beach during the honeymoon and Tara got her a box of condoms. Which had Buffy doing a spit-take with her champagne when the box was pulled from the tissue paper filled bag. How was it that Buffy's gift was the only one that didn't involve sex in some way?)

The rest of the party is fun, though, with them nomming on green cupcakes that match the bridesmaid dresses and watching a marathon of Anya's favorite rom coms on pay per view. They take over the hotel's hot tub at one point, everyone a little tipsy except Dawn.

It's a S6 AU where Buffy and Spike don't hook up, but instead become good friends. Things fall out a bit differently when Tara and Willow break up. And Anya winds up living at the Summers' residence after her wedding to Xander doesn't actually happen.

It might tip over into Buffy/Anya/Tara, but right now the only ship I'm really planning on is Buffy/Anya.

#six sentence sunday #the flash #buffy the vampire slayer #fanfiction #barry allen #eobard thawne #barry x eobard #buffy summers #tara maclay #anya jenkins #buffy x anya

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Its like seungcheols bday rn here too so the news of you possibly writing svt content (a reserved vampire concept for him, others, AND EVEN ATEEZ??) IS SENDING ME THROUGH SPACE AND TIME.

honestly your fics and drabbles are the best. As someone who has yuta and seungcheol as their ultimate bias finding yan content on them is scarce but you are just a GODSEND IN SO MANY FANDOMS YOU WRITE FOR. Even though im not fully an exo-l I enjoyed your fics so much.

Also once a carat is always a carat! Heck I joined just in time for thanks era and ive transitioned from a stan to a casual stan with a big fat crush on their leader!

Also are you ok with sudden spam likes and reblogs? 👉👈

Reblogs? REBLOGS? R E B L O G S?

Of fucking course I am!!!!!! Please reblog as much as you’d like!!! (I literally see all you regular reblogers of mine and I might just start following some of you cause I always check out other people’s blogs that follow me, especially if I see them repeatedly in my notes interacting with my fics!!)

*clears throat* anyways, back to your regularly scheduled ask response...

I know!!!! And it’s Xiaojun’s birthday today, too!!! What a lovely day indeed!!

I’ve had the yandere!vampire lord!Seungcheol idea for years honestly, I've just never gotten around to fully writing it out but I think it’s time I start thinking more of it. I know I always say I'm gonna start writing for more groups but I mean it this time. I’m in a really good mood right now and the creative inspiration is flowing, so I want to take advantage of it while I can!! don’t forget I also have kinktober coming up in my plans, too!! I’ll probably write the rules post for that out soon so you can also look forward to that!

You are literally so sweet, omg! Thank you so much, I really just do my best to create content. I’m just glad other people like what I write, too!!

And omg, Seungcheol!!!! Cheolie!!! My favourite S.Cups (thanks to that one misspelled sign - if you know, you know lol) Literally, love that guy so much!!

#ask #I am so excited rn #omg #you have no idea #thank you for this #so sweet #!!!

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tothedarkdarkseas · 6 months

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!! just want to reassure you that if i ever took inspo i absolutely wouldn't lift anything directly from your writing, i feel exactly the same wrt being very personally attached to everything i create. even silly gorillaz fics are like a little piece of myself put out into the world lol... and i would be sure to credit you for inspiration and send it your way! while i really hope you find a renewed interest in gorillaz as a whole (both for selfish "immense enjoyment of your writing" reasons as well as completely understanding how it feels to become disillusioned with something you were passionate about,) my faith in the direction they're taking is... rocky at best lol. but it is what it is!

Ah, thank you! I'm sorry if that answer was presumptuous in any way, I just wasn't entirely positive the extent to which you were asking! I know some fandom writers are so... generous, or detached, or whichever flattering or unflattering way it comes across to you, and it's not unheard of for someone to just hand off stories to new writers who care more about finishing it. Honestly, observing other writers in general is such an enlightening yet isolating experience, as it assures me time and again that something is very broken inside of me, hahaha! No, but I understand that feeling entirely. It's shameful to think the things that have meant so much to me, projects which have felt incredibly personal and reflect something I can't otherwise voice are... silly gay Gorillaz fics. With hole. So just-- not things you'll ever share. (I've tried to do personal writing, er, something for more of a "literary magazine crowd" but struggled with getting my footing enough to move the ideas into words. Recently, very recently, I've been scratching out short thoughts on a specific aspect of my life... I've felt conflicted about sharing it here or not, as I think the only people who have any interest at all in my writing would be on this blog, but the subject matter is very much the opposite of toxic-masculine Studoc.)

Thank you, I really do appreciate you saying that. This is melodramatic, and the sort of fatalistic thinking I've been trying to be more mindful of, but at times my unhealthy relationship toward creating made me think of the quote about every person dying twice: for the first time when your body dies, and for the second time when someone stops saying your name. There's just always been something unbearably sad about the idea that you could love with your whole heart for 1, 5, 10, 20 years, and yet one day it just stops forever. It stops existing in anyone's mind, it stops mattering, it is one of a thousand-billion sparks from the beginning of human storytelling that died for the last time ages ago. I don't think that's a good way to think, for the record, haha. But it's nice to me to think someone out there cares if I ever write again, someone would want to share that world with me. Whether I ought to indulge it, it is a lovely thought. I'm glad we could know and care for one another in whatever capacity we were able to.

Anyway! I'm sorry, we're returning to true peak tothedarkdarkseas form here, which entails me using asks as therapy sessions. I would love to see anything you create, even if you ended up moving on outside of Gorillaz! I am so grateful for you reaching out, it really does this rickety old heart good. Sadly I do share your reservations about where we'll go from here, but I think some time away from the burning core of it has done me some favors in... numbing me a bit to the disappointment, haha. (Nice way to think of something, right?) As you said, it is what it is! C'est la vie!

#<3

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compartmentalisinghmpf · 2 years

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I really wanna talk, about a bunch of stuff really, but dear god I’m so tired.

Anyway, most important thing is, I reread most of my Laundry fic over the past few evenings, and here’s my reviews:

Eldritch Things:

Not compatible with the canon version of Bob’s parents at all (alas), but apart from that, actually better than I remembered. I like the mildly experimental element of having all those sent and unsent (and, very occasionally, received) e-mails in there. I like all the cat descriptions, too. I’m as allergic as Bob’s dad, but I love cats, so I love writing about them. The triple meaning of the title still amuses me, too.

Trying to avoid naming either Bob or his dad in the text was a terrible idea, though, and gave rise to some extremely awkward phrasings.

Something that Remembers Being Human:

Chapter 1: Pretty run-of-the-mill vampire angst. Not bad, but not terribly interesting. Sometimes a bit of really unremarkable angst fic just... wants out. Yeah, I dunno either.

Chapter 2: Monsters discussing ethics, badly. Both Bob and Pete misrepresent the Trolley Problem. I think parts of the latter half of the conversation don’t work particularly well, partly because these guys are both not exactly in a great headspace here, but also because I’m still not the best writer of dialogue. Still, overall I’m pretty happy with most of this. (Bob in this isn’t really meant to be canon Bob, he’s more like... the worst possible version of Bob you could possibly extrapolate from canon and still be somewhat within or close to the realm of plausibility.)

Chapter 3: Maybe a bit lacklustre - Sandy not being the fic’s central character made me feel like I needed to shift to a slightly different voice and POV, and it didn’t entirely work - but I love the “I was just following orders” paraphrase. Bit on the nose, perhaps, but hey.

Chapter 4: Another chapter that just sort of... happened. Souls were an obvious topic for Pete and Bob to discuss, of course. I’m pretty happy with the dialogue, here, overall. It also feels like a far less unhealthy interaction than the chapter 2 conversation, though I think Pete is right to have reservations about Bob’s friendship.

The Resistance Is Useless:

The title is obviously terrible, and only funny in my own bilingual brain. Also, what the hell was I thinking, sending Steve to Mongolia? Silly idea. (Though I still love the effect of dumping the Laundry reveal and invasion news on him all at once. Where’s the fun in letting your character acclimatise to high weirdness slowly?)

But the actual first chapter? Or, to be more precise, the actual first interaction between Steve and “Bob” and their parents? That is the good shit. I love everything about it - the weirdness of seeing “Bob” from outside, the general awkwardness and strain... And I especially love all that’s not being said, the silences and body language in the gaps - and how all the participants in the conversation deal with those gaps in their own ways, “hearing” slightly different things.

I am so, so interested in all the ways that “Bob” can’t talk. And especially, in the ways that he still can’t talk, even now that so much is out in the open - or seems to be out in the open, to observers who really have no idea of how much still continues to remain hidden. That first conversation is all about that.

#reviewing my own fic #because why not

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shotorozu · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 [𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬]

[ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ]

˚✧₊⁎ ★ 200 & 300 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑

legend : [Y/N = your name] quirk not specific, they/them pronouns.

notes : if i get the definition of flirting wrong, then IM SORRY NO ONE HAS SERENADED ME, AND NO ONE HAS EVER FLIRTED WITH ME?? so tbh idk.. anyway im still making a new fic WAXAXA, hawks’ entry is a lil short so.. I sincerely apologize for that-

fluff - mild spice :))

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂

↠ man cannot flirt on command 💀 seriously, don’t ask him to because he will say some cheesy stuff. but he really could without even realizing it. one thing that catches you off guard is when he’s talking to you, then suddenly— his eyes drop to your lips, especially before you guys got together, and surprisingly! his eye contact game is 😳. after that, he’d be a little bit more bolder with his touches without even realizing it either so.. yeah. every day, he’ll whisper compliments into your ear— so you’d be the only one to hear them. also! he keeps extra hair ties if you need any, especially if your hair is on the longer side. it’s not a lot but !!

𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

↠ he likes teasing you with love, pinching your cheek, etc. (but he will probably beat the shit/stare down anyone that does the same) but he always makes sure to check on you. he’s not the biggest on pda, yet he will sling his hand around your waist, and he’ll stare at you with love, and you’d only notice it. in private, he’ll put you on his lap, and pat your thigh, commenting how soft you are just to get you flustered. you guys compare hands a lot and it’s usually in silence— since he love bullying you out of love, he loves catching you off guard by dragging his hand down your back, tricking you that he’d do something more (unless.. you want him to,) only for him to draw his hand back ;) bakugou is a major tease lol.

𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼

↠ okay so this man is the reason why i thought of this idea. it’s canon he writes letters, so.. LOVE LETTERS!! you should be honored— his letters are close to literature. anyway, if he sees your shoe laces are untied, he will bend down to tie them, doesn’t care when or where, he will do it for you. he links pinkies with you in public especially when he wasn’t comfortable with touch yet. he looks like the type that would just.. tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear (LOL IS THAT EVEN FLIRTING?? im sorry.) he will randomly hold your face in his hands and he will just stare at you, his stare is just full of love🤍. agh— i love him a lil too much.

𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂

↠ if there’s another person that’ll shower you with compliments 24/7, it’s this guy right here. will always keep your bottle of water full so you don’t get dehydrated, and he’s also the type of boyfriend to just give you a massage, just because he can. he wouldn’t want his s/o to be sore! he will also learn how to do your hair, so if you don’t feel like it— he’ll do it himself :)) if you’re eating and you have something on your face, he’ll wipe it off with his thumb. kiri really likes giving you presents (bc he thinks it’s manly :))

𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶

↠ cheesy puns are his trademark, especially if it relates to something relating to his quirk, or your quirk. your personal hype man, if you feel down— he’ll be the first person to tell you how beautiful you are, and he will shower you with compliments. his love language is sending you really random memes and tiktoks at 2am. he doesn’t do this to everyone bc he knows everyone will be really annoyed by this, but you’re special!! therefore, these memes are reserved for you :)) denki likes playing with ojiro’s tail, so with you— he’ll be tracing circles on your arm, running his finger up and down, while pinching soft skin. a bonus if you get easily flustered ;))

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

↠ if there’s anyone that just really likes staring at his s/o intensely, then it’s shinsou, todoroki, and bakugou. since he’s always staring at you— he will notice if you have an eyelash on your face, and he’ll take it off for you, while getting up close in your face. if you’re staring at him back, he’ll boop your nose and he’ll chuckle at your flustered reaction. like shouto, he likes tucking a stray hair behind your ear— and he’ll carry extra hair ties if you need any. he’ll probably pop in a flirtatious remark here and there though, since he kinda likes teasing you (but it’s very mildly though)

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗼

↠ again, another person that’ll tease you with love just because (especially if you’re from 1-A.) but surprisingly, sweet talk would be one of his best ways of flirting, since it catches you off guard quite often, and leaves you flabergasted. he’ll get real defensive if anyone else teases you though! monoma will definitely play footsie under a table with you just because he can, and it always manages to put a nice flustered look on your face. it’s adorable! like kiri, he also likes giving you small presents just because he believes you deserve it.

𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗼

↠ the best at sweet talking :)) mirio is really smooth with it, and originality? 10/10. since it’s quite canon that MIRIO TOGATA IS A FLIRT, anyhow- it’s reserved for you and you only. lingering touches also count, like if you’re passing something to him, his hand will linger on yours for a little longer, before smiling at your reaction. also another killer at the ‘flirtatious’ eyes thing, if there’s anyone else that can nail it, and practically make your heart skip a beat, then it’s him alright.

𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗶

↠ never ask him to flirt, just don’t. it’s kinda like izuku’s case but a lot worse. has to get talked into doing one of those cheesy pick up lines by mirio and nejire, but it never goes smoothly on command for him. anyway- on the brighter note, his touch subconsciously lingers a little bit more than usual, he doesn’t really notice it (don’t point that out please.) and he really likes feeding you in general, since his quirk heavily involves with food, it’s practically one of the few ways this shy boy can flirt.

𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮

↠ oh there’s a lot to say tbh. he’s definitely not shy/afraid of making sexual innuendos as a way of flirting, and his intense flirtatious stare is one of the many few ways he likes to show interest in you, if it would be intensely looking at your eyes with those intimidating cerulean eyes, or if it would be his eyes scanning over your figure and smirking. everything besides being not so pg, another way of him flirting is lingering touches. doesn’t care where or when, but you’ll catch him toying with your fingers.

𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀 | 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶

↠ tbh everyone portrays hawks as this professional flirt, but in reality he’s probably the farthest from that, since he’s kinda a workaholic. but if you’re in a relationship with hawks- then that mean’s you’re special. will he sweet talk you? yeah, but it’s most likely full of bird puns anyway, but it’s the though that counts.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

likes and re-blogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

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hedgiwithapen · 2 years

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Dammit Hedgi Day 2022!

Are you ready? (no.)

Until the 24th of September I’ll be taking prompts, and then on the 25th, the SEVENTH anniversary of my first Dammit Hedgi (courtesy of Mosylu on Can’t Live in Dreams), I’ll post all of ‘em! (possibly beginning posting on the 24th if i get too many because I do not want to be posting one fic every ten minutes for 12 hours lol) Everything will be tagged “Dammit Hedgi Day 2022″ for easy location or blacklisting. What prompts am I accepting? Many! I reserve the right to ignore shipping requests and just write gen, DHD is a smut-free zone, and it’s my day so I will write about characters with my viewpoints so prompt with caution if you like a character i do not :) you may rig your prompt for fluff, but do not count on it. Dammit Hedgi started with The Flash, but lbr, yikes to the recent seasons. send me Flash stuff anyways! just not relating to anything pasted, uh... mid s6? and of course the LoT and early Supergirl characters live in my heart. Currently deeply into Stargirl, Superman and Lois so those and the early DCTV stuff is fairly likely to get filled Y’all know me, you know my fandoms, and what I’ve been watching so as always, go nuts! Can’t promise I’ll fill it all (last year I had 58 prompts! what the heck my dudes!) gimme prompts for my RPG characters, gimme for my shows, gimme the wild crossover of ur heart (Old Guard/ Flash crossover? why not. Leverage and Shazam? Sure! Stargirl and Superman & Lois, heck yeah.) feel free to send shit in, and I’ll either do it or I won’t, that’s DHD babes. I’ll try, anyways! New to Dammit Hedgi Day? All I need is a character or two/ fandom and a dialog or narrative prompt! You can send me a couple characters and an angst prompt from a list like this one or This one, Or this ….or if there’s a whump post out there that grabs at you, you can use that. You can send me an episode and a character for me to do a reaction fic or introspection, like Jax at the end of White Knight (LOT) or Beth in Stargirl: Summerschool episode 11. You can send me one of my active aus (aka any uh… ongoing hiatus’d fics, whoops) and a canon scene, like Apastron!Kara meeting bizzaro supergirl, or metakitties interfering with something in young justice or stargirl! canon stuff? post canon? pre canon? for want of a nail because canon is fake? go for it. Canon suffering!! aus make everything worse!! you can ask for missing moments, or whatifs. We’ve had 6 of these now, you know the drill. go for it. I may not get to all of them. but I’ll write a lot because now it’s a challenge! Current aus and hiatus fics are hella open to be extra angsted upon. Any angst potential posts you’ve seen from me, canon angst that the writers ignore! Prompt away! HELL YEAH SMORES PARTY IN HELL! WHOOOO!!!!

#Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #DHD 2022 #Dammit Hedgi Day #do I dare blaze this post?

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officialscaramouche · 3 years

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Hellooo!!! Maybe a part 2 for the traitor fic? Thank you!!!!

Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Yes of course!!!!!!! I liked writing this one now that I have little mister kazuha in my clutches ehehehe

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader / kazuha x gn!reader

tw: the usual “fuck” here and there

wc: 1,534

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“Why did you ask me to be your girlfriend, then?”

The question hit him like a truck. It was one he had been avoiding for the longest time, but since it was finally asked, he had to find an answer. To him, the term “girlfriend” was very loosely described. Is it someone who you spend everyday with? Or someone that you sleep with? Or someone that you kiss, and love, and cherish? Then at least everyone in his life fit the bill for “girlfriend,” or “boyfriend.”

He spends everyday with his coworkers in the Fatui, but they’re not his partners. He’s fucked many other women before her, so were they also girlfriends? And what a joke, there’s nobody he loves or cherishes outside of himself. The question was stupid.

He chose not to answer and continue to give his undivided attention to the report in front of him. “Hello?! I’m talking to you!” She pushed everything off the desk. The paperwork, the ink pot, the flowers, everything.

Scaramouche pushed his chair back and stood, holding his arms out to look at the ink staining his clothes. “I honestly don’t know, because you’re the biggest bitch I’ve ever met!”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” She yelled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her.

He pushed her arms off of him and shoved her aside into the bookshelf. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me. Just because I allow you to spend your time with me doesn’t mean you can run your bitchy little mouth.” She looked at him in disbelief, the throbbing pain in the back of her head sending stars around her head. “All that mouth is good for is sucking my dick, so shut the fuck up.”

“It’s cold outside,” your boyfriend called out to you, running over and slipping your arms through the jacket.

“Thank you, honey,” you said, pursing your lips to welcome a kiss.

He smiles and kisses you, cupping your face. He leans into the kiss until your back finds the wall, his hand running down your face, to your neck, and to your waist. He squeezes the skin there and pulls your pelvis to him, pressing his back into yours.

You feel his tongue slide into your mouth, the kiss turning wetter and sloppier. “Kazuha!” You whine in his mouth, pushing him off of you. “We’re gonna be late!”

He desperately pulls you back in, unable to control his desire, and finds purchase back on your lips. “I’m sorry, you just look so good,” he pouts, reaching behind to grab a handful of your ass.

“Yeah well, I’m hungry!”

It was your one year anniversary with Kazuha and he got the two of you private seating at Third-Round Knockout. You had been wanting to go for a while, but Scaramouche never took you. “It’s a waste of money,” he’d say as he turned down the suggestion. So when you told Kazuha, he was more than willing to go.

It was his favorite restaurant seeing as he and Beidou went all the time. Except this time he wouldn’t be dragging anyone out of drunk fights and single handedly pack up everyone’s dishes. He especially liked their desserts, and promised he’d buy you one, even if you said you didn’t want it.

Kazuha was immediately so different from your ex. He was kinder, gentler, more respectful, and most of all he loved you. It was weird dating your ex’s best friend and you felt bad about it, especially since you ruined their long-time friendship. But from the day he met you, Kazuha was enamored. Every day that went by, he thought about you. He wanted to take you out, show you off, love you, make love to you, and for you to call him yours. He wanted to make you proud to have him, wanted you to love him the way he loved you. And when it came down to it, he was right there beside you to comfort you when Scaramouche finally said goodbye.

He knew his best friend like the back of his hand. Scaramouche got tired of things very quickly, and he never had a problem finding something new to entertain him. For someone with a terrible attitude and a vulgar mouth, Scaramouche was always breaking hearts.

Kazuha didn’t have many partners. In his experience, women were greedy and petty. Men were controlling and abrasive. Overtime he had come to give up on finding love. But then he met you— you were so kindhearted and patient. You always said yes to Scaramouche and you would defend him until you passed out (figuratively.) Kazuha felt that his best friend didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t see your worth. But Kazuha did. And now that he had you he wasn’t going to let you go.

Kazuha watched as you clapped excitedly as the waitress brought your cake dessert. “Be careful,” he chuckled, his heart warm with love. “It’s not a sweet cake.”

“What kind of cake isn’t sweet?” You joke, swiping cake onto your spoon and funneling it into your mouth. The bitterness hit your tongue after a delay. You open your mouth and spit it out, making a grossed out face.

Laughing, Kazuha takes a napkin to your cheek. “I told you it was bitter, silly.”

“No!” You whined, pushing the plate away. “You said it wasn’t sweet!”

“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” he snickered, pulling the plate to him and taking a bite. “Mmm!”

Scaramouche sat at his private table with a scowl on his face. He didn’t want to be here, and he definitely didn’t want Mona to come. “Can you at least try to look happy for him?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she clapped in celebration.

Up at the front with a medal on his shawl, Tartaglia gave a thank you speech for the Tsaritsa and his fellow harbingers. This event was a celebration for Tartaglia and Singora’s success in retrieving Morax’s gnosis. It was funny seeing him up there as he had no clue of his role in the ploy.

Scaramouche was never one for shindigs and he especially wasn’t one for the eleventh harbinger. He was too friendly, he’d say if you asked. “People who are too friendly are hiding something.”

One thing he didn’t like about the harbinger was how kind and loving he was to you while you were together. He saw it as a ploy to get you, take you from him. He thought he was going to be the one there for you when he left, but the harbinger was nowhere to be found. Instead, he saw his best friend stab him in the back.

He watched the young harbinger walk from the front to hug and chat with people. What a load of bullshit, he thought. “If I take a gnosis, kill me before they throw a party, okay?”

Mona rested her elbows on the table, leaning into it and looking around awkwardly. “Don’t worry, I’ll kill you before you can even take a gnosis.”

He watched on at Tartaglia’s seemingly genuine cheer as he excused himself from the people he was stuck with, practically running over to more people to stroke his ego. “Hey,” Mona sort of laughed. “Isn’t that…”

Tartaglia ran up to two very familiar people. “[Y/N],” he breathed, slamming his hands on the table and standing to his feet. What the hell were you doing here? You were no longer tied to the Fatui, you shouldn’t have even been let inside! But there you were, embracing the harbinger and pulling him closer to you to look at the medal. And right beside you, smiling and shaking his hand, was none other than his best friend, and your new boyfriend, Kazuha.

Scaramouche took off, stalking over to the three of you looking for answers. Kazuha noticed first, raising his hands to reassure that he wasn’t there to insult your ex. Tartaglia noticed next, after your boyfriend’s sudden stance of defense. You only picked up on it when suddenly nobody was listening to you. Kazuha forced a smile and greeted the harbinger. “Hello, Scaram—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he bit, pushing the samurai aside. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, shoving a finger into your chest.

“I invited them,” Tartaglia cut in, putting an arm between you and Scaramouche, removing his hand from your chest. “And I purposely reserved a table for them far away from you. Besides, where’s your girl, huh? Just leave her behind?”

Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance and eyed you up and down. You looked…nice tonight. It wouldn’t have been the outfit he would’ve chosen, but you wore it well nonetheless. Kazuha placed his hand on Scaramouche’s shoulder, turning him around to face him. “Not even going to say hello to your friend?”

“We aren’t friends,” he hissed, pushing him away once more before stomping off to his table.

“Ah, geez, sorry guys!” Tartaglia groaned, shaking Kazuha’s hand once more. “I was hoping he wouldn’t be an ass tonight. Anyway, it was very nice to meet you Mr. Kadehara. We should all hang out sometime! I gotta go find a bathroom, so I’ll see you later!”

#writing #genshin #genshin impact #Scaramouche x reader #Kazuha x reader #Kazuha kadehara #why are the paragraph breaks so big >.>#part two: traitor

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans! the drama list is here and, well. like i didn’t initially intend to go off in the mini-reviews beneath every rec but it’s just that you can't nOT yell about drarry as classic literary foils!! also it’s my dumb sideblog so i decided there are no rules and i get to be annoying about good writing.

but rly, the whole premise of the drarry pairing is shaped by this genre and if the ~serious world of serious published writers~ weren’t absolute cowards, they would admit that drama fic authors have contributed more to the genre than the average shit you can find at your local chain bookstore. so that's that on thAT. & if you love a fic here, don't forget to follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free xoxo ]

part 2: dramas

mood: for when I need emotional catharsis and maybe 7 hours to sob/brood about loneliness, the cost of love, & the perpetual fear of being truly known

includes: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation fics. it’s cruelty o’clock folks and someone is about to say/do something Fucked Up that they can’t take back. but don’t worry!! there will be a Reckoning feat. hamlet-worthy monologues, ugly truths, unbridled rage, trauma, insecurity, and just a fuck ton of tears!! but maybe even tender apologies and mended things.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil - 36k - E | Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected. | --- can a fic be tender and unflinching at the same time? bc this story strikes that balance rly well and for a piece about unwantedness, it is incredibly humanizing. ginny holding her own, draco being gentle but not letting harry play victim, hermione calling harry “hazzah” and just the way this friendship insists on the validity of found families even when harry is spiraling?? and you’re forced to consider that no one has the monopoly on fucked-upness and that doesn’t absolve us of the ways we hurt each other but it means that everyone has the same potential to be better after being broken. goD JUST READ IT, OKAY.

Blood Magic, the series by @houseofhebrideanblacks and @thestralsofspinnersend 335k - E “Later that night. . .Draco wondered at the depths of magic, its breadth and scope. The ways in which life pervades and eludes death, the ways in which they endure all manners of small and large deaths within their lives.” -- if you don't read any other fic on this list, i hope you read this series bc holy shit it’s breathtaking. harry’s a recovering addict, draco’s recovering from abuse, and in a cottage within the forbidden forest begins an unlikely partnership as the boys take up the tedious work of healing. there are thestrals and everyone's in therapy. there are whole chapters of cottagecore drarry. it's a beautiful exploration of how we bare the immensity of loss against the miracles of birth and regrowth.

Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia - 18k - T “A ship in a full sail, a ship in a state of decay, a ship that had been rebuilt, slightly different. A repeating cycle. “What makes the ship the same?” asked Harry. “I don’t know. There must be something in it that lasts across the changes.” -- DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS QUOTE LIVES RENT FREE IN MY SAD, SAD BRAIN. DO YOU KNOW HOW I LOSE SLEEP THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING SHIP OF THESEUS. it’s a memory loss fic and everything is so unFAIR. you want to murder harry sometimes bc he’s such a shiT and you suffer through the ways he questions desire, penance, redemption, true love. and by the end, you want to believe in those golden slumber lyrics: “once, there was a way to get back home”

Yours to Keep by @dracoismytrashson - 135k - E i love the university setting, i love getting to see harry and draco’s first forays into a real LGBTQ community, the class and race structures outside of the wizarding world. i love that this is the context in which they’re allowed to confront the shittiness of PTSD, anxiety, depression etc. as they come together and fall apart against each other’s traumas. it makes the ending feel earned af. “Baby, we’ve been easing into it for a decade.” -- my god this line

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered - 153k - T this fic is devastating. like, completely forget whatever reticence you might have towards a de-aging fic and read this. the de-aging premise allows the author to cut through the ways harry and draco hold each other at a distance and you end up with these stunning moments of clarity where they’re truly seeing each other for the first time. and suddenly everything makes sense. i won't spoil it here but there’s a scene towards the end where harry is talking to hermione and ron about realizing the first time he felt what its like to be loved and I fucking SOBBED. an all-time fave fic about learning how to belong.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise - 59k - E a genuinely excellent slow burn about absolute fucking morons who refuse to express their mutual love over the course of literal years?? HOW MANY TENDER MEET-CUTES DO 2 GAY IDIOTS EVEN NEED. a car ride a bookshop a street corner -- when harry met sally is my enemy. but you know what? this fic is masterfully written, it’s an epic tale of unexpected friendships and the inability to say the things we feel. also its very much also a soft boi fic if not for the Major Fuck Up that pushes it into drama territory for me. so worth the turmoil tbh.

Hurricane by phrynne - 120k - E auror partners terrified of love. it’s a fic about walls - where the emotional landscape of this fic is occluded by dishonest words so you feel the tension play out in hollow voices, shuttered looks, emptied eyes. it’s like watching two ppl get flayed alive in slow motion and everything is SHIT for a little. it’s mean, it’s ugly, it doesn’t let you give the characters an out when they’re being cruel - to each other and to themselves. but harry and draco are two violent forces hurling toward each other’s walls and the inevitable reckoning comes and it’s so very worth the ending. the hospital bed scene to rule all hospital bed scenes.

Returning Tides by @zigster-ao3 - E “Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives” --those fuCKing ian curtis lyrics in the summary!! p a i n. why do i put myself through getting-back-together fics knowing full well i’m gonna be Sad As Hell during the not-together portion of the story?? we are all unfortunately hoes for heartache. anyway this fic is beautiful. draco’s a dad and recently widowed, harry has a thestral reserve, the settings here are stunning. a story about grief and love that lingers.

A Piercing Comfort by @talithan - 44k - T “There is no objective scorecard. There isn’t anything that a person does that tips the balance from ‘deserving’ to ‘undeserving’, or vice versa. A ‘deserving’ person will not run out of worthiness after a set time of happiness and have to then go about working to deserve it again. And an ‘undeserving’ person does not have to suffer at length before having the opportunity to be ‘deserving’.” -- the heart of this fic. harry’s in therapy, facing depression, and learning how to accept love he doesn’t think he deserves. (also draco is harry’s therapist but yes, that power dynamic is handled ethically-well imo and addressed in the author notes I promise!!).

Borrowing Courage by @xx-thedarklord-xx - 70k - E |After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.| --god i love this fic. the thing about drarry here is that they never mean to hurt each other but they do. they do and draco’s trying to do the right thing and he wants so badly for good family but harry’s never rly stopped grieving sirius and it’s this whole unintended mess of festering wounds forced to heal. everyone needs a hug. also ron/blaise pairing and ron+draco’s friendship here is everything!!

Reparations and the sequel, Foundations by Saras_Girl - 320k - E | Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.| -- incredible. harry and draco’s dynamic as healers, the cast of original characters, the boys learning what it means to trust each other, draco building a rehabilitation center, harry falling in love with him, and “meus fabula est mei ut dico: my story is mine to tell.” i cry

The Ties that Bind by phoenix_writing (not on ao3) - 61k - T | Upon Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco are given custody of Teddy. Their lives will never be the same.| -- harry’s got major abandonment issues and he’s just trying to be a good co-parent with draco but everyone is being the woRST and you want to murder them on behalf of harry. but then, the boys learn to listen to each other and god it all becomes so tender. also harry has a gay panic. things are awful but it all works out. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry dramas #im so sorry if this got long but also #I have too many Thoughts #all I do is cry over two sad gays #its pain o'clock sweeties #time to Sob about the mortifying ordeal of being Known

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rachaelswrites · 4 years

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Breakups are Hard

Sebastian Stan x daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,595

Requested by: Anonymous

A daughter reader fic (u choose) where they help reader through her first breakup?

A/N: I loved this idea! please send keep sending in more requests.

Warnings: language, men are trash

You thought today would be a good day. You and your friends were going on a group date during school at lunch. You were really excited because you and your boyfriend were approaching your six month anniversary (which is kind of a big deal for teenagers). You were expecting something nice from him, but what you got was a lot worse.

You had met up with some of your friends in front of the school, waiting for everyone else. You spotted them and waved them over. You ran and hugged your boyfriend. He was your first boyfriend but you were genuinely in love with him. You found it hard to meet people who really wanted you, not because of who your dad was. Since starting high school, you made a bunch of friends freshman year and then a boyfriend sophomore year. You hadn’t told your dad, worried that he would give you the “Be careful honey. He might only want you for x,y,z” talk. You knew it was a possibility, but your boyfriend assured you he truly wanted you.

“ Hey y/bf/n! How has your day been so far?” you asked him, kissing his cheek.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, “It's ok. Could be better I guess,” he shrugged.

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” you pecked him on the lips. You saw him smile a bit and you grinned. You grabbed his hand and led him to the subway. You two sat next to each other but he wasn’t engaging in conversation. The ride there was silent and awkward. You tried making small talk but he wasn’t interested

The group was heading to a café that a lot of kids in New York went to. It was always busy during lunch time, but you called ahead and reserved spots for all of you. It was only a short five minute ride from school. You all got off and headed inside. The group sat down and ordered. You all made small talk until your food and drinks arrived.

You noticed your boyfriend being distant, so you pulled him away from the table to talk to him.

“Hey are you feeling okay today? Do you wanna talk about something?” you asked him.

“Um yeah. There is something I want to talk to you about,” he mumbled. You urged him to continue, “Look. Y/n. I really care about you but, I don’t think we’re working out. I think we’re just too different. I’m sorry,”

You looked at him in shock. “What do you mean? I thought we were fine? We were having fun. At least I thought so,” tears started to fill your eyes and spill down your cheeks. All your now-ex did was shrug and go back to the table. You were still standing there, while he acted like nothing happened.

You wiped your tears and joined your friends. Everyone knew what happened. You ate in silence and waited until you all had to leave. You would have left early, but you didn’t want everyone to worry about you.

Eventually you were back on the subway. You sat across from your ex and saw him flirting with a new girl already. You rolled your eyes. Sadness now turning into anger.

The rest of the school day was horrible. By now, news spread of your breakup. People would look at you in the hallway and whisper. You were sick of it. By the time the final bell rang, you wouldn’t have been surprised if there was smoke coming out of your ears.

You slammed the door of the apartment shut, making your dad jump. When he asked how your dad was, you only huffed in response and stomped upstairs. Sebastian has never seen you this angry before. You slammed the door to your room as well. He knew he needed to address whatever happened with you. “Y/n? Can you please come back down here for a sec?”

You were flopped on the bed when your dad called. You groaned and decided to listen. Sebastian was never strict with you, but he could definitely put his foot down when needed. “What!” you yelled from the top of the stairs.

“Down here sweetheart,”

You stomped down the steps and stood in front of him, arms crossed over your chest, “What?” you asked, a little nicer this time.

“What’s going on? Why are you so angry today?” he was concerned. Normally, you would have already told him, You were very open with him about this stuff.

“Nothing. It’s fine. I’m fine. Can you just leave me alone please?” you pleaded. You knew if he kept pressing you, you would spill.

“There’s something going on. I want to know and I want to help you please,” he looked into your eyes, searching for any signs.

“You can’t do anything anyway. So don’t even bother,”

“I can’t help because you aren’t telling me,”

“Stop! Leave it the fuck alone already!” you screamed.

Sebastian sat there stunned. You never raised your voice at him and you never cursed in front of him like that. Before you could turn and go back upstairs, Sebastian stood up and grabbed your arm. You tried to pull out of his reach but he pulled you into his arms and held you tight. You didn’t even bother trying to fight. You had broken down into tears now. Sobbing into your dad’s chest. “Shh. Shh. It’s ok. Let it out. I’ll stay here as long as you need me to ok? I’m here for you baby. Let me know when you want to talk,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head while you continued crying.

“He broke up with me,” you hiccupped. Sebastian looked down at you, confused, “I don’t even know why. We were doing so well,”

“Who broke up with you?”

“Y/bf/n. You met him a few times. We were together for six months. Well… almost six months,” you stepped out of your dad’s grip and wiped your tears, “and he did it in front of our friends. It was horrible,”

“I’m sorry baby. That’s awful. Breakups are hard but, I know you’re strong enough to get through it,”

“You think so? I’m just a mess,” you sniffed.

Sebastian laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sweetheart. Look at me! I’m a mess. It’s just genetics,” he teased, “Tell you what. Go take a shower and change into some comfy clothes,”

You nodded and he kissed your temple. You ran back upstairs and did what he told you to. You took a nice, long, hot shower and changed into sweatpants and one of your dad’s old sweatshirts from high school that you stole from him. You met your dad downstairs, keys in his hand. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, extending his hand out to you. You grabbed it and walked downstairs to the car with your dad. You didn’t notice he had a backpack with him until he tossed it into the back seat. He started driving out of the city. He pulled into a gas station and parked the car. “Stay here. I’ll be right back,” he said. He put on some sunglasses and got out of the car. You saw him walk into the store and disappear in the aisles.

About ten minutes later, you saw him at the register. You tried to see what he was getting, but a magazine stand was blocking your view, He came out and put his sunglasses on his head. He opened the door and tossed the bag next to his backpack.

“Whatcha get Dad?” you asked him.

“You’ll see in a bit,” he responded. He turned on the radio and you looked out the window watching the rest of the buildings and cities disappear.

An hour had gone by and you were getting concerned. It was a school night and your dad always told you how important it was. “Hey where are we going? We’ve been driving for awhile and I have school tomor-”

“Hey. Don’t worry about it. You need to relax Y/n. Besides we’re almost there,” he said. He took an exit off the highway and drove a little farther. He ended up driving to an empty field. He parked the car and got out. You stayed and watched him open the trunk. He moved around and grabbed the bags and pulled the back seats down. He opened the backpack and pulled out a white canvas and a blanket. He set up the canvas so it was hanging from the top of the backdoor. He pulled out a small movie projector that you had no idea was in your house. He climbed onto the folded down seats and patted the spot next to him. You got out of the front and sat down next to him.

He handed you the blanket and pulled out food and drinks from the gas station. He also pulled out one of your favorite movies. “I know how much you love Chris and how you love early 2000s movies, so I got you Not Another Teen Movie. I figured it would cheer you up,”

“Thank you dad!”

He put the movie in the projector and you snuggled up to him. The movie finished just in time for you to watch the sunset and see the first stars appear. You helped Sebastian pack everything back up and head back home. You fell asleep on the way back.

Breakups are hard, but you found a way to make them better.

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dramaticsnakes · 3 years

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It starts with love and it ends with you

Hello! I wrote this for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange! This is my gift for @doing-my-demibest (I can’t @ him properly for some reason but I’ll send it too). You wanted to get some moxiety (any dynamic), a high school au, or a soulmate au. All of which are things I’ve never written before. Thus, I decided to do all of them ajlkfdjslkg. I really hope you’ll enjoy Benji!

Thank you so much to @anxiously-creating @rainbowbutterfrosting and @larrymalecsolangelo for all reading through the fic at different times and help me fix it up! I took the title from Meteor Shower by Cavetown because I honestly wasn’t entirely sure what to call it akfldsklghl.

Pairing: Ambiguous Moxiety (Could be considered queerplatonic)

Word count: 6757

TW: Cursing, and references to feeling unwanted. I think that’s it though. Please tell me if I missed anything.

Summary: Virgil never wanted a soulmate. The concept was frightening to him. That however, did not stop Patton Morales from showing up in his life.

Virgil Capule didn’t like the idea of soulmates.

He had tried to like the idea once. Tried to imagine being with someone who cared for him unconditionally. He tried to imagine someone touching him, a colorful mark appearing on his skin. A mark that proved that this was someone he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. And there was nothing that could be done about it.

Shit, there was nothing he could do about it.

It was a definite factor in Virgil’s life, however, it was a factor that was entirely out of his control. Virgil didn’t like it when things were out of his control. It filled him with a lingering sort of dread, that made his heart beat faster in an unpleasant way.

It was absolutely terrifying to him, that one day, he might encounter someone, who he would essentially be forced to spend the rest of his life with in one way or another. Who’d be forced to spend the rest of their life with him?

Virgil didn’t like being touched anyway. It made him feel uneasy. He wasn’t sure what his excuse was for that anymore. He didn’t really need one, but often he felt as if he did. As if he needed a reason to take a step back whenever someone got a little too close.

The soulmate one was alright for now, and that was probably part of it. There was no reason to touch any stranger he came by, even for a brief moment, because it would change his entire day, his entire life, if a mark appeared.

And Virgil couldn’t imagine a single time in his life, where he’d be mentally prepared for that.

So when he could avoid it, he did so, and when he couldn’t he always inhaled sharply, never quite daring to look down at his hand or any other spot that might’ve grazed someone else's skin on accident. It helped to wear hoodies, he’d learned, which was great, because he never wore anything else anyway.

Virgil lived his life as an irrelevant sophomore, sitting in the corner by himself, because he was never quite sure how to get the hang of talking to anyone. Miraculously, he had managed to befriend two seniors, Janus and Remus, who he hung out with during the lunch breaks. They had essentially ‘adopted’ him one day, and Virgil had initially thought it was a joke or a prank of sorts when they asked if he wanted to eat with them. He’d become more and more doubtful of that over time, however. Both of them were quite unique individuals, and neither of them seemed to have too many friends in their respective classes, but they always had each other. And Virgil too, because they didn’t mind his presence, and Virgil often found that he enjoyed theirs too. The fact that they were seniors however, could of course prove to be a problem later on, because it meant that he would be pretty much friend-less once they left.

But it was okay, he told himself. It was all going to be okay.

Virgil was content with being like that. Well, content was a big word. Virgil never thought he could consider himself content per se. He was always a little on guard. A little too reserved and defensive. But Virgil was okay. Concerned out of his mind of course. Terrified of being alone.

That was of course before Patton Morales came into his life.

Virgil didn’t remember exactly what day of the week it was, because honestly, who kept track of that? And it wasn’t as if it mattered to him at first anyhow.

He’d showed up one day, while Virgil was in his English class, clearly a new student, and Virgil hadn’t thought much of it. He’d been listening to music on his headphones, and was too caught up in the lyrics of a My Chemical Romance song to notice that someone was about to sit down right next to him, for whichever reason.

Virgil had glanced up, and moved a bit to the side to avoid getting in the way. The second Virgil had removed his headphones to get ready for the lesson, Patton had turned to him almost immediately with a big smile on his face. There was some awkwardness visible in it too of course, as most first encounters had. “Hi!” he said.

Already then, Virgil was quite surprised, because he couldn’t quite remember a time where someone had greeted him like that recently. Virgil muttered, “Hi…”

“What’s your name?” Patton asked.

“Virgil.” he replied, “Uh, you?”

“Patton.” he said, and reached out with his hand to greet Virgil. Virgil’s eyes widened, and he tapped the table with his fingers.

“Uh, nice to meet you,” he said, his heart beating as he awaited either a question or a strange resigned expression.

Patton merely made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, and placed his hand on the table again. He smiled. “Same to you!”

And that was all their encounter really encompassed at first. Class started, and Virgil did his best to pay attention to the teacher. He succeeded more than he did in most classes. He quite liked English class, and he remembered getting quite a few positive comments on his work in it when he was younger. He’d never say too much about that out loud of course. He used to read quite a lot, and he always liked some of the classics, as well as poetry. That was a bit dorky though, and he wasn’t sure if anyone would really care about that. In high school, no one really seemed to receive that many compliments on schoolwork, at least Virgil didn’t. Though he did his best anyway. Something had to keep his grade up after all.

Virgil’s second conversation with Patton had been in that same class the next day. They were all asked to individually analyze a poem, and Patton was tapping his pen against the paper, chewing on his lip.

“Uh, you could comment on the semantics.” Virgil muttered awkwardly, which made Patton turn his head. “There are some words related to storms. It contrasts the ones about light and safety later on.”

“Oh!” Patton said, looking at the poem again, “I see. And lightning sort of uh… Ties the two together?”

“Yeah.” Virgil said with a nod and a hesitant smile. He turned to his own work once again, and Patton started to write.

The lesson continued, and once it was done, Virgil stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder. “I like your hair!” Patton said and Virgil looked up suddenly. He hadn’t quite expected the comment. “The purple suits you well.”

“Uh, thanks!” Virgil said, giving a friendly nod. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself for a few moments, before he hurried along to get out of the class. He quickly realized that that might’ve appeared rude, but he hadn’t been sure how else to react.

He thought about that quite a lot the time that followed, because Virgil didn’t like messing up. It made him think too much, and it made him groan at himself. He’d messed up his encounter, and now Patton was going to hate him forever.

Of course, Virgil knew that wasn’t objectively true, but his mind was pretty damn convinced and wouldn’t shut up about it at all.

A single class later, Virgil was sitting at his usual lunch table next to a grinning Remus and a Janus who was well into a rant about either society or his philosophy class. Virgil realized he hadn’t quite listened too much at first, his thoughts drifting to all sorts of places.

“And then that bitch had the audacity to suggest that lying was inherently a bad thing! Of course I brought up numerous examples of philosophers who said otherwise, but it turns out that this guy has his own collection of philosophical terms.” Janus spat, “You know, while he has some annoying views, he does seem… Reasonably knowledgeable about it all. Even if he forgot the names of all the philosophers he was talking about.”

“Awh, what’s wrong JanJan? You scared you’re not gonna be the favorite student anymore.” Remus teased.

“I am not the favorite student!” Janus said, “I am the most dreaded student, and excuse me if I’m a little annoyed that this unintimidating ray of sunshine Patton Morales is trying to draw attention away from how much I should be dreaded.” he smirked slightly, “Not that I mind a small challenge for once.”

Virgil looked up suddenly, his mouth gaping slightly. “Did you say Patton Morales?”

Janus laughed in the honey-coated way he sometimes did. “Well look who is awake all of a sudden.” he smiled, “Indeed I did. It’s a new student in my philosophy class.” he leaned forward slightly, “And where do you know him, Stormcloud?”

“We share an english class.” Virgil just said, “He sat next to me the last two times. I don’t know much about him.”

Janus nodded. “I see, I see…” there was a slight sparkling in Janus’ eyes, as if Janus knew something Virgil didn’t. Janus always had a tendency to look like that though, so Virgil didn’t bother questioning it too much. “Has he attempted to strike up a conversation with you?”

“I mean… I mean maybe?” Virgil said.

“Ooh you should start flirting with him, emo! I bet he thinks you’re real hot.” Remus exclaimed.

Virgil rolled his eyes, placing a hand firmly on the table. “Cause flirting with some guy I’ve barely talked to because he may or may not have tried to start a conversation with me to be polite is a great idea.” he said sarcastically, in a way that he was sure Janus gave him a small grin for.

“Well, he seems quite cheerful.” Janus said, licking his bottom lip thoughtfully as he crossed his arms, “He seems like he attempts to get along with most people. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d try his luck with you.”

“Huh.” Virgil said, “He’ll probably give up on that soon enough.”

Patton did, as a matter of fact, not give up.

The next day, Virgil didn’t even have a class with Patton, but somehow he managed to enter his day anyway.

Virgil noticed him down the hall, talking to someone from a different class. One of the theater kids, though Virgil couldn’t quite remember his name. Virgil walked by, looking down as he had grown so used to. Patton turned his head. “Hi Virgil!” he said, with the same sort of joy he had the other day.

There was something interesting about that joy. Something honest and genuine, that Virgil wasn’t used to from obligatory greetings, though maybe he was just reading too much into it.

“Uh, hey Patton.” he said with a quick and awkward salute. He stopped walking though he wasn’t entirely sure why. Was the logical next step to keep walking or to stand still? It was too late now to re-evaluate his choice with any purpose.

“Thanks for the help with English yesterday. It’s not really my strongest subject.” Patton said with a laugh.

Virgil bit lip, mustered a little smile that appeared to come with a little less difficulty than he expected and looked at Patton. “Oh, no or well… I think you were kinda good at it actually.”

“Oh.” Patton said, looking a bit surprised. “Thank you!”

“Uh, yeah you’re… You’re good. Sometimes it's just the wording of the tasks.” he rubbed the side of his neck with his hand.

Patton chuckled, and Virgil realized that he quite liked the sound of that, but he wasn’t sure if that was a weird thought to have. “I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with us?” he prompted. He gestured to the boy next to him. “Roman and I were going to go do that.”

Virgil was very surprised at that request. His first thought was his unspoken agreement to eat lunch with Remus and Janus, but he’d missed that before a few times, if he was working on assignments. “Oh. Sure!” he said.

That was new. People didn’t usually ask him to hang out with them.

“Yay!” Patton said, “Let’s go.”

The other boy, Roman turned to him, and tilted his head curiously to the side. “Hold on a minute… Aren’t you that boy who usually eats lunch with Remus?”

Virgil’s posture became more cautious. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

“Nothing. He’s just my brother is all.” he chuckled, “Has he given you a headache yet?”

“Oh, multiple.” Virgil said, chuckling back, “But in the good sort of way I guess. He’s fun.”

Roman hummed, “He talks about you sometimes.”

The three found a little secluded spot near the library, where they ate lunch and talked. It was strange. Virgil wasn’t used to being around anyone else during the lunch break, but it wasn’t that bad at all. He kept an eye on Patton.

It was that day, Virgil noted that Patton liked puns, and made a lot of them. They were stupid of course, but Virgil liked them. They were terrible and stupid in the funny sort of way.

After lunch, Virgil was added to a group chat with Patton Morales, Roman and someone Virgil hadn’t talked to before, named Logan.

Patton had made friends quickly. After a few days at the school, he’d already made two. Or… Three perhaps? Did Virgil count as a friend? Not yet, probably.

For a moment though, the thought passed through Virgil’s mind, that maybe he kind of wanted to be.

The next day in english class, they were even more familiar with one another. They laughed and talked a bit right before class started, and Virgil didn’t hesitate to help Patton when he once again struggled with his work. Virgil had a hard time withholding a laugh when Patton doodled a little alligator in a vest in the corner of his sheet, and wrote the word in-vest-igator right above it.

Virgil was filled with an instinctual dread when the teacher brought up a group project. Virgil knew how this went. People would turn to one another and make groups, and he would be forced to be in a group with people who didn’t want him there. He wasn’t the type of person who took charge, but maybe he would end up doing all the work anyhow. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. His heart beat faster.

“Wanna work together?” Patton asked gently, turning towards Virgil.

“Huh?” he said, he shook the surprise off him, “Oh yeah, that’d be cool I guess.”

His body became less tense, and Patton smiled at him.

It made sense of course, because Patton was new, so Patton hadn’t had the time to make any friends in the class. Turning to Virgil was the only natural option.

The two of them worked on the project throughout the class, and Patton did his best throughout. It didn’t take that much explaining and reading before Patton understood the concepts they had to analyze in the story they’d received, and it was the first time in a while Virgil felt like the work was evenly distributed. It was the first time in a while Virgil felt like he was wanted and useful at the same time.

They didn’t finish the project in the class, which meant homework, which meant stress, which was unfortunate.

“Do you think it’d be easier to finish if we were together? We could do it after school tomorrow maybe?” Patton asked.

Virgil nodded. “Oh yeah. I can do that!”

Virgil didn’t usually like the idea of staying after school. It was a tiring place to be, and frankly it stressed him out a bit to be there more than absolutely necessary. But he needed to get the group project done, and for some reason it didn’t feel quite as dull if Patton was there.

It was strange how easily they clicked.

Before Virgil knew it they were staying after school to complete the work, and it took them a while to finish it, but not because it was difficult or tiring to do.

In fact, Virgil found that the secluded spot they’d found at the school was quite pleasant. They laughed and talked in between each bit of the assignment. Somehow the assignment turned into them talking about which species of duck would be the better baker, and Virgil felt a nice feeling inside. He was having fun, and so was Patton.

Patton seemed to glow, Virgil noticed. A nice and warm glow, that kept Virgil staring for a little.

Virgil went home later than he was used to that day, but he wasn’t quite as exhausted as he expected to be.

Patton became an increasingly bigger part of Virgil’s life, and Virgil wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of it at first.

Patton was… Nice. It became clear as day even if you only had the chance to spend a short amount of time with him. He always seemed to look out for other’s needs and boundaries, and Virgil really appreciated that. He felt less and less guilty about taking a step back when he needed to, the more time they spent together.

Patton always smiled, and Virgil liked his smiles he decided. Except on some days, when they seemed a little less real. A little less genuine. On those days, Virgil had an urge to ask what was going on, but he never quite had the courage to do so.

Patton was smart too, even if he didn’t always seem to think so himself. He knew a lot about a lot of things, and gave Janus a headache in philosophy class, which was really funny to hear about.

One day, Virgil got a text he hadn’t expected to get at all. It was a simple text. A request that Virgil should possibly have expected.

Do you wanna hang out this weekend? <3 It’s okay if you don’t, no pressure!

Virgil stared at the text for a few moments, all sorts of thoughts darting through his head and tangling themselves up in each other, and Virgil couldn’t quite get a grip on why Patton would ask him that.

Because he wanted to hang out with Virgil, was the logical response of course.

So why did his mind insist on giving him a million other ideas why?

What if Patton wanted to hang out with him out of pity? Because Virgil was all alone.

What if Patton planned on playing a prank on Virgil or something? Because Virgil was a loser and a loner and an easy target.

What if Patton wanted to murder him?

Okay maybe that last one was a bit too aggressive.

Virgil took a deep breath, trying to collect as much logic as his mind allowed him to gather, and replied. He had to delete the final piece of punctuation a couple of times, as he didn’t want it to be interpreted in the wrong way. Not too desperate, but not too bored either.

Sure thing!

And so they did.

Virgil was welcomed into Patton’s home with open arms, Patton’s mums greeting him with kind words and smiles.

Most of the visit was spent in Patton’s room, which was somehow everything Virgil expected it to be, yet not quite.

The room wasn’t too big. The bed took up a fourth of the room. The bed was a nice and calming blue color, which Virgil for some reason already associated with Patton. A nice and peaceful color, that felt welcoming, and the perfect combination of cold and warm.

The walls were plastered with posters and pictures, some looking slightly torn. Most of them depicted cute puppies or other animals that suited Patton quite well. Virgil’s favorite was that of a tapir, that hung in the top right corner. There was something kindhearted about it.

There was some old wallpaper, hanging on the walls. The edges were a bit tainted, and there were a few cat paw prints on it.

“Do you like cats?” Virgil had asked.

“Oh yeah! I love them!” Patton exclaimed excitedly, “I’m allergic though.” he added. Virgil snorted at it.

They sat on Patton’s bed for hours. They started out by watching a movie on the old tv, that Virgil suspected used to be in the living room of the house. They watched a couple of episodes of Avatar the last airbender too, which Patton fortunately had on dvd. Virgil hadn’t watched it before, and Patton, while looking nervous about it at first, thought that was a crime.

Virgil enjoyed sitting next to Patton as they watched, because Patton’s reactions to everything happening were always quite clear and emotional, and Virgil couldn’t help but join in on the vivid expressions at times.

Virgil stayed there until the evening, and their conversation had become more and more serious throughout the night. Virgil couldn’t remember the last time he had a conversation like that with someone. A genuine one.

“What was your old school like?” Virgil had asked. He wasn’t sure why Patton didn’t attend it anymore, because as far as Virgil knew, he lived a bit closer to that. Virgil didn’t think prying was needed though. Virgil understood keeping things to oneself.

“I wasn’t really… I wasn’t really happy at my old school.” Patton confessed. He didn’t look at Virgil as he spoke, “I felt sort of out of place.”

“How?” Virgil asked, hoping that came out the way he wanted it to.

“People… Didn’t really like me much…” Patton said quietly, “They talked behind people’s backs a lot, and sometimes you overheard what they were saying it wasn’t…” he clenched his fist, looking down, “It wasn’t very nice.”

For the first time in a while, Virgil sort of wanted to reach out for Patton, to place a comforting arm on his shoulder or something like that. Of course, a much more apparent instinct kept him from doing that, keeping his potentially treacherous arms at bay with a million uncomfortable what-ifs. “They were missing out.” was all Virgil said. ‘

Patton smiled a little at that. “Thanks kiddo.”

Despite himself Virgil couldn’t keep a sudden laugh away. “What the hell did you just call me.” he placed his hand in front of his mouth, “Sorry that sounded rude, it wasn’t bad or anything.”

Patton chuckled back. “I don’t know, it seemed fitting I suppose.”

Patton was about to gently punch Virgil, but Virgil instinctively pulled away. Patton looked surprised for about a millisecond before his smile was back to normal again.

“It’s nothing personal.” Virgil said suddenly, “That I don’t like being touched that is.”

“Oh, no I figured.” Patton said, smiling, “There’s nothing wrong with not liking that.”

Virgil’s mouth gaped slightly at those words. Virgil knew that of course, that nothing was wrong with it, but it felt different to hear someone say that. “Thank you.” he said, a little quieter than he would’ve liked to. “Maybe… Maybe I’m just scared of finding a soulmate. Or maybe it’s something else, I don’t know.”

“You don’t need an excuse or anything.” Patton said, tilting his head and giving Virgil a certain caring and attentive look, that only Patton seemed to be able to give. He took a deep breath. “Why are you scared of finding a soulmate?” he asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know.” Virgil said, “I don’t want… I don’t like big changes I guess.”

Patton nodded, “I get that, I think. Not wanting things to change.” he looked distant for a moment, and then he looked into Virgil’s eyes, “But I think if you found a soulmate it would be different. A soulmate would understand you, and if you didn’t want any changes I am sure they’d understand that too.”

Virgil took a deep breath nodding, looking down at the floor for a moment, “I… I just don’t know… I don’t want to want things to change, but what if I do? What if things are never the same again.”

Patton chuckled slightly at that, but it was the sympathetic kind of chuckle, that didn’t make Virgil feel singled out or uncomfortable. “Well darn, I don’t know.” Patton said, “I don’t know that much, but I think a soulmate feels simpler than that. I hope so anyway.”

“Have you found a soulmate?” Virgil hesitantly asked, but he wasn’t sure why.

Patton shook his head. “No.”

“Huh.” Virgil said. he wasn’t sure what he expected, but Patton liked to hug people and give them encouraging little Patton pats, so it seemed sort of strange to Virgil that no mark had appeared. “Guess we’re both free for the time being.”

Patton giggled. “You’re the first one who has ever described me not having a mark yet that way. Usually people just look like they feel bad.”

Virgil exhaled suddenly at that. “Oh fuck, I know that feeling.”

“Language.” Patton said, jokingly.

Virgil rolled his eyes, though the smile didn’t leave his face.

Virgil went home that night feeling… Something. He wasn’t sure what, but it was pleasant. Understood maybe. he felt understood.

Soon, Patton and Virgil were hanging out frequently. It was the first time Virgil had ever allowed this much free time to be taken up by someone else.

“He cares about you.” Janus said one day at lunch. Virgil still hung out with Janus and Remus at lunch every once in a while. His other group didn’t always meet up, and he didn’t wanna lose Janus and Remus, even if they insisted it was alright. “He thinks about you a lot.”

“How do you know that?” Virgil asked confusedly.

“He wouldn’t make this much time for you if he didn’t.” Janus said, calmly. “And he matters to you too, I can tell.” he smirked. “I haven’t seen you this happy before.”

Virgil realized that he was blushing. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do with him.” he said, despite himself, “I mean it’s stupid anyway.”

“Is it romantic or platonic I wonder?” Janus said, as if he was talking to himself.

Virgil had asked himself that question many times, and he wasn’t sure what the answer was. Patton was amazing, but Virgil wasn’t sure if it was in the romantic sort of way. “I don’t know.” he said quickly, quietly.

Janus hummed. “Perhaps it doesn’t really matter. Either can be equally meaningful.”

“Yeah…” Virgil said, biting the inside of his cheek, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

Virgil wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret any of this. Maybe he was desperate for a friend, maybe something else was at play, but regardless he found himself enjoying Patton’s friendship more and more. It made him happy to think about Patton, and whenever Patton messaged him, he couldn’t help but drop everything he was doing to see what Patton was saying to him.

It kept going. The two of them kept talking, kept hanging out on weekends, stayed at school for longer than they needed to, and that was definitely new. Virgil didn’t usually do that. It stayed like that for months, them talking as if nothing else mattered.

One day though, a particular event that Virgil would never forget snuck into their day. The two of them were standing right outside school grounds, and Patton had asked Virgil if he could show him something.

Patton looked at Virgil with a somewhat excited and somewhat nervous expression. “I uhm… I made you something!” he said, his typical bubbly energy shining through.

Virgil felt something inside him twirling. “Really? What is it?”

Patton reached into his schoolbag, taking out something that was wrapped in pastel purple paper. Virgil wasn’t sure what to expect. Patton carefully reached out and let Virgil take the object himself (to make sure there was no unwanted physical contact involved, Virgil noted) and Virgil accepted the object accordingly. He removed the paper carefully, revealing a little bracelet.

The bracelet was obviously homemade with purple and light blue string wrapped around one another as the thread, and a stormcloud bead attached to one side of it, and the rest having various other beads, in different shapes but very similar colors. Virgil turned it around in his hand for a little to get a proper look at it, his mouth gaping as he did so. It looked nice. Personal. “What-”

“It’s a uhm… It’s a friendship bracelet!” Patton said, taking out a similar bracelet from his bag. The thread was the same combination of blue and purple as Virgil’s though the bead was a heart, and the rest of the beads similar shades of light blue. It was quite nice to the touch.

And what the bracelets meant made Virgil feel nice and happy inside in a way he didn’t quite remember feeling before. Except when he was around Patton, he realized. Nice, happy, content, and with Patton being an almost constant thought in his mind.

What did that mean?

“This is so co- I mean I… I like it or… Or whatever. It’s cool.” he tried his best not to sound like a fool as he spoke, but Patton looked incredibly happy even at the hesitantly positive words.

Virgil looked from Patton’s bracelet to his own. It was too small to slip on, so he started fiddling with the clasp. “Uhm…” Shit shit, he was already messing this up.

“Oh! Here let me help.” Patton took a step closer and hesitated before he touched the bracelet. “If you don’t mind of course.”

Virgil inhaled sharply. He shook his head. “No no, no problem.”

Virgil could’ve ended up regretting that decision. Patton took the bracelet, carefully opening it, and almost absentmindedly he was about to gently put it around Virgil’s wrist.

He did it carefully, to avoid touching Virgil, and that was nice and considerate of him, but for a brief moment, Virgil almost wanted Patton to touch him anyway. Patton’s breath felt warm, as he was nice and close, and Virgil felt something fluttering inside him. He stood there for a moment, looking into Patton’s eyes to make sure it was okay.

And then Virgil did something he didn’t remember ever doing on his own accord before.

He pulled Patton into an embrace.

It was quick and sudden, desperate perhaps. Like lightning searching for a place to strike. A comforting and familiar place. His hand grazed the side of Patton’s arm, as he pulled him closer.

Virgil felt warm and safe, but some sort of adrenaline was still pumping through him. He quickly pulled back. “Sorry, I…” he looked at his hands.

And his world was suddenly shattered into a million shiny and colorful pieces.

The part of his hand that had grazed Patton’s arm had become a beautiful and familiar light blue and Virgil froze on the spot.

It didn’t take long for Patton to catch on too. In a millisecond, his expression had turned from unfiltered happiness to something cautious. Shocked. His mouth was gaping.

Virgil started breathing faster, but he wasn’t running, as he expected he would whenever this happened.

Virgil glanced at Patton’s arm, noticing a purple mark, matching Virgil’s own. Virgil studied both the marks carefully, taking in the shape.

Forever.

Virgil’s heart was beating rapidly, and he made eye contact with Patton.

“I…” Patton tried, still looking unsure what to say, “It’s… It’s gonna be okay.”

Virgil’s mind was racing. Going through a million what-if scenarios each second, way too quickly for him to fully experience anything. Scenes were flashing before his eyes. Him and Patton together. Sweet sunshine Patton, asking with an awkward and sad look in his eyes, if Virgil would just leave and never seek out Patton again. Virgil running and never returning on his own accord, leaving Patton alone and sad and confused.

Him and Patton together, holding hands and laughing. Joking around just as they had before.

Virgil’s breathing had become loud and fast, and Patton was standing a bit away, hesitant to step closer, as he always had.

Virgil didn’t know what he wanted.

Virgil never knew anything.

“V-Virgil I…” Patton tried, swallowing something, “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna. Things don’t have to change if you don’t want them to.”

What did Patton even think of this? Why was Patton’s first instinct always to calm Virgil down? Why couldn’t Patton just express a desire, so that Virgil could react to that? Virgil didn’t wanna decide anything. Didn’t wanna say anything. Didn’t wanna do anything. He was frozen in place. Half of him was seeking out the warmth of the hug he’d initiated just a minute prior, longing to get close once again and hugging Patton tighter than ever before.

The other half wanted to run. Run away as fast as possible and avoid facing the inevitable.

Inevitable was such a dreadful word.

Virgil looked at Patton, who had such sympathetic and beautiful brown eyes. Virgil felt something fluttering inside him.

He didn’t want to lose Patton.

And maybe it was a good sign, that something inevitable was something Virgil didn’t want to lose.

Virgil didn’t like fate. He never did. He hated that something was beyond his control.

Yet, Virgil’s relationship with Patton hadn’t been entirely out of his control, had it?

Virgil kept staring at Patton, because he couldn’t get his body to do anything else.

“You’re my soulmate.” Virgil suddenly said, his voice quiet and somewhat choked, as if the words that came out were forced and not quite his own, “We’re soulmates.”

Patton looked a little relieved to hear Virgil saying something, though the clear concern on his face didn’t disappear. “We are,” he said, shakily. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

Virgil exhaled, in something that resembled a chuckle or a sob. “Why the fuck are you sorry?”

Patton looked a little caught off guard. “I… I don’t know.”

Virgil’s heart was still beating at a rapid pace, and he couldn’t quite place why.

Run. Run. Patton. Patton. Run. Patton.

Virgil closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his breathing, but he couldn’t quite get a grip on it. He shook his head, and jumped forward.

He wrapped his arms around Patton, because Patton felt like the only link between Virgil and breathing in a stable way. Patton felt familiar. Patton felt like home. Like love. It was comforting, when Virgil was in an embrace like that, and it only took a few moments of shock before Patton reciprocated.

They didn’t say anything for a while, simply holding each other tightly, as if it was the only way to keep the world at bay. The only way to keep the terrifying what-if scenarios and the fears Virgil had spent his entire life building up, at bay.

Patton rubbed circles on Virgil’s back, and Virgil allowed himself to melt into the embrace. Virgil’s heart didn’t quite calm down, but his breathing did.

Virgil was the one who ended the embrace once again, pulling back to look at Patton’s face. Reality settling in. Patton was looking at him, his cheeks having gained a warmer glow. “Are you… Are you okay?”

Virgil’s breath was shaky. “I don’t… I don’t know.” he said, “I’m fucking terrified.”

“It’s… It’s some news for sure, huh.” Patton said, “We’re… We’re soulmates!”

“We are.” Virgil said quietly, “That’s… That’s new.”

“Things don’t… Things don’t have to change, you know.” Patton said, “We’re soulmates, but we’re around each other anyway.”

Virgil chuckled dryly. “I don’t know what I want.” he said.

“That’s okay!” Patton said, looking at the top of Virgil’s head, “We can figure it out. It’s gonna be okay. Can I… May I touch your hair.”

Virgil burst out laughing. “What?”

Patton blushed. “I’m sorry, that came out weird, it's just… It looks really nice and I always wanted to know what it felt like, and…”

Virgil couldn’t stop the smile creeping up on him. “Sure.” he said.

Patton gave a relieved sigh, and reached out to ruffle Virgil’s hair. His eyes lit up. “It’s so soft!” he said, “It’s even nicer than I expected.”

Virgil snorted, feeling something resembling a blush on his face, which was strange and out of character of him, in his opinion. “Thanks.” he mumbled quickly.

“I’m… I’m surprised, but also not surprised? That you’re my soulmate.” Patton said quietly, as if he was talking to himself.

Virgil breathed, “What… What do you mean?”

Patton giggled breathlessly. Awkwardly. “It’s… I don’t know. I just, really love spending time with you. You make everything feel so much more vivid and interesting. I love your little jokes and your smile… I don’t know how to explain it. It just… It feels like there’s a connection.”

Virgil didn’t really know what to say to that.

Because Patton enjoyed spending time with him and that seemed so strange and far-fetched that he always had to reevaluate the thought in his head a hundred times over and over, whenever it dared to sneak by. It filled Virgil with a bunch of strange and happy feelings, and he wasn’t sure what to do with any of them. Virgil liked Patton. Virgil cared about Patton. Virgil wouldn’t mind spending every single day with Patton, and that thought terrified him, because that was dangerously close to having a meaningful connection.

And they were soulmates, so maybe there was no backing out of the emotional vulnerability, Virgil had somehow digged himself into.

“I like you too, Pat…” Virgil said, his voice sounding slightly choked and strange, because all the words seemed to hesitate to come out. “You… You suck way less than most people.”

Patton smiled and laughed. That nice laugh he had, that made Virgil feel at home, because Virgil had gotten attached. “Don’t be so harsh on people, Virge. They surprise you sometimes. You can’t say they’re inherently bad.”

Virgil huffed, and smiled back hesitantly. “Don’t get all philosophical on me Pat.”

Patton looked at his arm once again, at the little mark Virgil had left, because they were soulmates. And Patton smiled. “I’m happy it was you.” he said somewhat quietly, as if he was afraid the words would be counterproductive.

Virgil glanced at the palm of his hand. It was surreal to look at the blue color on there, because it was so small, but it meant so much. It was supposed to mean so much.

And Virgil didn’t know what he wanted it to mean.

Patton knew that. Patton understood that. That was more than Virgil ever thought he’d get, and it made him feel… Content.

Well, content was a strong word, but he almost felt as if it applied. At least for a few fleeting moments, and perhaps it would for many more.

“I’m… I’m glad it was you too.” he whispered, a little surprised at his own words.

Patton looked Virgil in the eyes, looking for a sign of something perhaps. A way to interpret Virgil’s words.

Virgil took a deep breath. “Do you want anything to change?” he asked, “It’s alright if you do. I wanna know what you want.” he closed his eyes and swallowed, “Please.”

Patton hesitated. He bit his lip. “I… I’m not sure if I know either, honestly.” he said, crossing his arms slightly, rubbing the side of one with his other, “I just wanna be with you I guess. Somehow. I don’t think I need anything sudden, I just wanna be around you. See how it goes, and let things change if they do.”

Virgil exhaled, something that resembled relief. “Yeah.” he said, letting an awkward smile appear on his face, “Yeah that sounds nice.”

Virgil didn’t like change. He hated when things were inevitable, and he couldn’t stand things being out of his control.

But he liked Patton. He loved when Patton smiled and laughed, and he enjoyed how Patton listened and respected Virgil’s thoughts and boundaries. He loved being there for Patton when he needed it, and he loved how it never felt like an exchange, but rather just giving. Both of them giving, because they wanted to give.

And Virgil was still scared. Terrified. But he found that maybe he could take it, as long as Patton stayed by his side.

No, Virgil didn’t like the idea of soulmates.

But Virgil wanted Patton. He wanted Patton to be a part of his life, and maybe, it seemed, Patton wanted to be a part of his too.

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