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This happened and then this and I fell in love | Hazel Callahan

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Song recommendation: Imperfect Love by Seventeen

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You left the computer aside and stretched your arms above your head, cracking some bones, you yawned and got up to go pick up your cell phone from the bed. That had been a difficult quiz.

You pressed the button making the screen glow, there were 10 minutes left until 11 pm, you looked at the bed next to you and wondered where Hazel was, the bedrooms closed at midnight.

You decided to shake off the worry, you and Hazel had been sharing a room for about a month and a half, but to say that you had shared more than 5 words would be generous. She was someone more reserved and serious, very nice, but she was not the friendly type, that didn't bother you much, she was clean and never created problems, that worked for you.

You settled under the covers determined to sleep but the absence of breathing in the other bed didn't let you rest, you rolled over in bed and then rolled over again, this was stupid, you weren't even friends, why did you care so much? Scolding yourself you settled down for the last time and forced yourself to sleep, you were being ridiculous.

The door handle woke you up a little, someone coming in and bumping into the small ledge that was near the frame made you wide awake. You tried to strain your hearing, someone shuffled through the small hallway, there was silence for a second and then a body fell on top of you, an elbow landed on one of your ribs, taking your breath away for a second, and a knee hit your thigh, with a scream you pushed the person who fell to the ground with a hollow sound.

You pushed aside the blankets and looked at the floor, the person seemed to have already given up and settled on the icy boards, your breathing calmed because you would know that mop of hair anywhere.

"Hazel? Is that you?" You asked quietly.

There was a long silence that was interrupted by a hiccup on her part. "No." And then she let out a giggle.

Your feet touched the cold floor making your skin crawl, you knelt in front of her, her breathing was soft and her eyes were closed clearly showing the mascara smeared on her eyelids and lowered eyelashes.

"Comfortable?" You asked, almost in a whisper.

"Well, it's a little cold."

"Come." You helped her up, you put your hand on her waist to steady herself and guided her to the bed, without letting her go, you knelt in front of her while you sat her down. She had a lost look and her breath stank of alcohol. "You were drinking."

"Only a little." Her voice was a little louder than yours but still kept a soft tone.

"It doesn't seem like a little, if you mix up the beds."

Her brow furrowed and she scratched one eye. "Maybe I wasn't wrong."

You smiled a little. "How could you not be wrong, this is your bed, not the other one."

"I know the other one is yours, I just wanted to sleep with you." Even though she slurred her words you could still hear her clearly. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked away. "Ah, I wasn't supposed to say that, don't tell Josie." She laughed a little and rested her right hand on your shoulder.

You exhaled, deciding to ignore what she had said, she was drunk that was all. "Okay, let's go to sleep, you will thank me in the morning, come on."

"It's not that late, look." She took her phone out of her pocket, her face lit up when the screen turned on, her cheeks were very red and her bangs were sticking to her forehead from sweat. "See? Two in the afternoon, we're fine."

"Two in the morning Hazel, it says two in the morning."

Her mouth opened in a perfect circle and she hiccupped again, you clenched your nose as the smell of alcohol hit your face.

"Come on, lie down." You tried to get up but her hands on your head stopped you in place, her fingers slipped through your hair and you held back a shiver.

"Your hair is soft and," she pushed your head towards her and buried her nose in your hair, she inhaled loudly causing you to tickle a little. "It smells very good."

Your mind went blank, were you moving?, were you moving away? Did you want to get away? You leaned back a little, her hands still in your hair. It was the first time you were so close together, in the dark her eyes looked bright blue, her waves fell messily over her face and her fingers had begun to move against your scalp, giving you a shiver.

"You," Her finger rested on a part of your cheek, your entire face felt asleep under her hand. "You have a mole here." Her thumb caressed that spot gently, almost as if she didn't touch it.

"Hazel."

Her thumb slid up to your lips and her nail scratched your corner a little, when she licked her lips you knew her intentions and decided this was enough, she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. But it was too late, when you realized her face was already getting closer to yours and your only solution was to headbutt her. Your forehead burned with pain and Hazel whined.

"But what the hell?" You looked up as she was also rubbing her forehead and had her eyes squeezed shut.

"Sorry but you're drunk, you can't kiss me."

"But that's the only way I can." She said with a tearful voice.

You were too tired to look for the second meaning of her words so you simply stood up and rested your hands on her shoulders, speaking to her slowly. "We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

She opened her mouth to respond but a regurgitant sound came out instead, your feet were covered in a warm and slightly sticky liquid, you closed your eyes tightly as your knuckles squeezed Hazel's shoulders.

"You're fucking with me." You whispered slowly, annoyance and disgust boiling in the pit of your stomach. Hazel looked at you through her lashes, her eyes were watery and her breathing was rapid.

"Sorry." It was the last thing she could say before she pushed you away and ran to the bathroom.

With a sigh you walked to the bathroom ignoring your wet feet, on the way you turned on both lights, when you arrived she was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl and you hurried to brush her hair out of her face, when she finished she leaned back. You noticed his chin was stained so you wiped it with the tip of your shirt.

"Are you still dizzy?" She just nodded so you stayed silent waiting for her to feel better. While you were waiting you couldn't help but laugh a little, this morning you didn't even greet each other and now you were on the bathroom floor, almost holding her after she vomited, life was an unpredictable thing.

After a few minutes she told you that she was feeling better so you supported her on the sink and helped her brush her teeth, luckily, her shirt had not gotten dirty and the hairs that were somewhat vomited you cleaned them with a little water, putting an arm around your shoulders, you guided her to the bed and finally you were able to lay her down. She took care of kicking her shoes off and you finished tucking her in.

"Sorry." She said yawning. "For all."

"It's okay" Smiling, you adjusted some hair that was falling on her face, behind her ear. Surprised by what you did, you quickly walked away and headed to the bathroom.

After having washed your feet and put the dirty clothes in the basket, you got ready to sleep for the second time

"Good night." A low snore answered you back and you closed your eyes.

You walked with your headphones on humming a song, your room keys dangling from your finger as you turned them to the beat of the music, you opened the door and leaned against the wall to take off your shoes, when you looked up, Hazel was standing in front of you scaring you a little, a paper bag hung from her hand, her lips moved but the music didn't let you hear it.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." You took out both headphones and left them hanging around your neck, you headed to the bed to leave your backpack. "What were you saying?"

"Emm, it's just that you always arrive before me and now you arrived, you arrived later."

"Aaah, yeah, that's it, I was finishing up some work at the library." You started looking for a thick vest in your suitcase. "I came quickly, I have to run to the cafeteria or I won't be able to eat anything." Having passed your head through the collar of the hoodie, you turned to smile at her while fixing your hat, she just looked at you in silence. Her gaze that seemed to make holes in your face made you uncomfortable so you pointed at the door and then put your hands in your pockets. "So, I'll go, we'll talk later." You approached the door but her voice stopped you (and scared you, again. Just a little.)

"Wait!" You turned to see her again. "Here, I bought you food." She held out the paper bag she had in her hands and you took it.

"Why?" You asked surprised with a frown, her cheeks colored and you suddenly felt very nervous.

"Amm, because of last night." She put her hands in her pants pockets and cleared her throat. "It was to say sorry and-and thank you, I was, I was inconsiderate and, although I don't remember much, quite annoying."

You felt stupid because such a small gesture made you feel so happy and affection spread through your chest.

"Hazel, it wasn't necessary, really." You couldn't contain your smile and she gave you a small one in return.

"Well, I already bought it so eat it." Her sincerity made you laugh and you checked the bag, you could see 2 hamburgers with their portion of fries each.

"I noticed you like those, so."

She didn't finish the sentence so you couldn't contain the question. "Do you want to eat with me?"

Her eyes widened and she started moving her hands in front of you. "Nono, don't worry, those are for you, don't worry, I can go down to eat something, seriously, you eat them, only you, don't bother, seriously."

"Hazel."

"Okay."

1 month and 23 days later.

"By the way." Hazel said swallowing a piece of pizza. "I'm not going home this weekend."

"Oh really?!" You said almost choking on your drink. It had become routine to say goodbye to her every Friday since you always stayed, not doing so this weekend filled you with happiness.

"Yep, family reunion, mom called me to warn me."

"Ah, not a good relationship, I assume."

Your relationship with Hazel improved a lot, you had started talking and sharing stories about family and friends, although never really so personal, that's why the fact that she mentioned it so calmly touched you a little (that she trusts you, not family problems).

"Not at all, since I came out they were never very accepting."

Your hand stopped in the air as did your jaw, closing your mouth you cleared your throat. "Ah, you are." You didn't finish on purpose.

"Lesbian, any problem?" You weren't going to lie, her deep voice scared you a little. It was also very hot but mostly scary.

"Nonono, amm, me too, I'm part of the community too, it's just that we've never mentioned it, just that."

"Ah."

Since that day your relationship changed a lot as well.

19 days later.

"I hate university." Hazel said as she lay down on your bed, you turned to look at her from the chair where you were sitting.

"Hard life?" She said something but you didn't understand her because she had her face pressed against the pillow.

You walked towards her and moved her legs out of the way so you could sit down. "What can this simple commoner do to make you feel better?"

There was a very long silence where you considered she had fallen asleep, but then she broke it with a whisper. "A hug."

You wanted to ask if you had heard correctly, you wanted to ask if something was wrong but you decided to just accept, then you would have time for questions, apparently she needed you now.

"Come here." She straightened up and ended up sitting next to you, her head was lowered and she stretched out an arm but you stopped it, she looked at you and you slapped your thighs, indicating that she's going to sit there.

"Are you sure?" The tips of her ears turned red and you could only nod, feeling your cheeks blush.

Each knee was next to your waist and her head fell directly into your neck as your arms grabbed her from behind, her hands moved behind your neck and you placed a small kiss on the top of her head. Her weight on you made you feel and imagine things you definitely shouldn't, especially not in this situation. Her breath tickled your neck and when she thanked you, her lips crashed against your skin, you could feel her heart beating rapidly against yours, you simply closed your eyes and thanked and cursed at the same time.

2 months later.

You still didn't know where you had gotten the strength to not devour her mouth, time was simply playing with your patience. You liked Hazel, you couldn't help it, you loved her and needed her in ways you couldn't ever admit out loud. Her small smiles and laughs that seemed only yours, her soft touches on your wrists or thighs, her breath that hit your ear when she whispered something to you, her red cheeks when you paid her a compliment or her sarcastic tone when she wanted to annoy you, her round, full lips that seemed to always be shining, always calling you to try them. And Hazel maybe felt the same way as you, maybe she liked you too and thought of you in the same way that you thought of her, all that was left was to wait, you weren't brave enough to risk it.

3 days later.

You were sitting on the floor with your back against your bed, Hazel was laughing and you couldn't help but love the little lines that formed around her eyes.

"I like it when you laugh." You said just because, because her blushing cheeks in the sunlight were perfect, because her light eyes seemed to shine a little more every time you said something nice to her, because you wanted her to know how much you loved her.

"Thank you." Nervousness spread in your chest when her eyes collided with yours, your compliments continued to turn her red but she seemed to become more and more confident in accepting them.

You cleared your throat now your ears feeling red and looked away. "What movie did you watch with your mom over the weekend?" You decided to change the topic, because you were still a coward after all.

"One about someone doing something and something else, which ends with solving some problem." She said after a few seconds.

"Aaah, sounds just like my kind of movie." You spat sarcastically.

"I know, I was thinking about you the whole time I saw it."

It was a joke, she didn't mean it, it was an exaggeration to make you smile, why was it so difficult for your heart to understand?

Her hand played with a hair that fell on your face and then tucked it behind your ear, the tips of her fingers caressing your skin. The heat of the room began to increase as did your heartbeat.

"Hey." You turned to see her and she greeted you with a big, beautiful smile, with a love in her eyes that had made the air heavy around you. "We are going to eat something?"

Your brain just processed the 'spending more time with her' part and you nodded.

24 days later.

"A horse Hazel, it's obviously a horse!"

"Since when do horses have two butts?!"

"That's his tail, disrespectful!"

You left the notebook and markers on the floor in a defeated manner. "I suck at drawing."

"It's good that you study humanities." She said mockingly, grabbing a can of drink.

"It's gid thit yi stidy himinities." You scolded her under your breath.

"Don't be angry, your chimpanzee turned out cute." She pointed out a drawing on the floor.

"That was a sitting kitten."

"God, it does seem like you draw with your ass."

"Hazel!" Her laugh made it hard to get mad at her.

2 days later.

"Hey." A whisper followed by a shake on your shoulder woke you up, the figure of a person looming in front of you scared you a little. "Are you awake?"

"I am now, Hazel what the fuck?"

"I had a nightmare, let me sleep with you."

You didn't have time to respond when she snuck under the covers, your back hit the icy wall and her legs tangled around yours, a shiver ran through your body when her cold feet made contact with your skin.

"Hello." Her hands rested together under her head and you were face to face, making her breath hit your nose.

Time playing with your patience, timeplayingwithyourpatience, your head repeated non-stop.

"Hello." You responded stupidly.

With a smile she wished you good night but you didn't know how you were going to fall asleep now, you were very stiff with your arms glued to your side. It could be tiredness or the fact that your brain still wasn't processing what was happening, but you decided to throw one of your arms over her hip and press your head to her chest, a surprised sound escaping her lips. With her heartbeat in your ear and one of her arms around your neck, (and your head using her tits as a pillow) you were able to sleep, and if in the morning you feigned dementia and curled up on her more, no one would know.

3 weeks later.

"Hello." Hazel greeted you happily as she closed the door and took off her shoes.

"Hello." Respond seriously and without taking your eyes off the computer.

There was a small silence before Hazel walked over and crouched down next to your chair. "All good?"

No, it wasn't fucking good. What you had seen that afternoon still burned in your retina, a beautiful and smiling Hazel being beautiful and smiling in front of a woman who was not you, in front of another beautiful and smiling woman who was surely much funnier and more witty than you, another woman that Hazel surely loved (or appreciated a little) since she seemed to quite enjoy how the other girl smiled at her and touched her waist. You remember the pain in your chest and how tears began to sting. God, you were very drama queen.

You felt stupid for this jealousy, you and Hazel, although you hated to admit it, were nothing, she could go and kiss, flirt, sleep with anyone she wanted and you should be okay with it, you should care as much as the papers you threw in the trash the night before, but god no, you cared too much, so much that it burned your soul and your insides and your lungs and your throat and your heart.

"Yes, everything perfect."

"Okay." She gave your knee a little touch and stood up. "We are going to eat something?"

"I'm not hungry."

It had been almost 6 months since you had spoken to her and started to get to know each other, 6 months in which you had created small routines that you never broke because they were routines that made you happy, it was the first time that any of you had canceled just because, not because of pending work or a test that you had to dedicate all night to. No, it was because you simply didn't want to.

Hazel's footsteps stopped and her eyes burned into your head as you typed something without paying attention. "Is something the matter?" You opened your mouth to answer another lie. "And I want the truth."

You sighed and forced yourself to look relaxed. "Nothing, just a little tired, nothing more." You hated how your tone of voice screamed 'lie' in that entire sentence.

"Why you are lying to me?" The pain in her voice made you feel more ridiculous.

"Hazel. Don't push."

"This isn't about your family or college, you never have a problem talking to me about it, this is something else." She approached you again but you kept your gaze glued to the screen. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you're okay, otherwise I'll start to worry."

You exhaled and decided that going for the truth was the easiest. "I just don't want to see you."

The reaction was instantaneous, taking the back of the chair, she turned you around, making your knees collide with hers, her hands resting on the arm pads.

"Did I say something? Did I do something? Tell me what so I can fix it." Her desperate tone only made you think that to an outsider this would look like a couples argument, but it wasn't and probably never would be. "Please."

You stood up from the chair, pushing it back gently, you approached your bed with your brow furrowed. "I didn't think my company would be useful to you now, just that."

"What? Why would you think that? You know you're so important to me, I could never use you."

Your heart skipped a beat and you scolded yourself for being so easy. "You shouldn't tell me that, your girlfriend might get upset."

"Girlfriend? Which girlfriend?" Her frown was so cute and god you had to stop noticing those little details.

"The one who was almost fucking you in the hallway this afternoon." Any intention of hiding your jealousy went down the drain. "Thank you very much for letting me know, by the way, we have strong confidence in each other."

"Ah," Realization hit her face and she paled a little. "You saw us."

"Yes Hazel, I saw you."

"It's not what it seems, I swear."

"It doesn't matter what it seems like, Hazel, you're single and you can do whatever you want."

"Then why does it bother you so much?" Her gaze had darkened a little, her fists were clenched as were her lips.

Offended, you crossed your arms over your chest. "Puff, I'm not upset."

"Obviously, you don't show it." She spat sarcastically.

"Why should I be upset then, Hazel? Would you mind explaining?"

She took a step closer, a rather slow and challenging one. "You know perfectly well why."

"No, not a clue."

"Don't be a coward."

"You want to talk about cowardice, Callahan? 'cause I wasn't the one hiding things."

Another one came closer and his voice dropped a deeper tone. "I'm not hiding anything from you."

"What I saw this afternoon says otherwise."

"I already told you that what happened this afternoon is not what you think."

"Really? So what was it? Just a beautiful girl touching you, sorry I was wrong."

"Drop the sarcasm."

"Make me."

She licked her lips and you couldn't help but see them. God, so red and shiny. "I'm not the one who's being irrational."

You took a step untangling your arms. "Did you just call me irrational?"

"Are you going to admit to me that you're dying of jealousy?" Her raised eyebrow only made her look more attractive.

"Never."

"So yes, I called you irrational."

"Take it back."

"Make me."

Her sideways smile was the last time time played with your patience. Her mouth collided with yours as well as her teeth and nose, you desperately grabbed her neck at the same time her hands squeezed your waist, her lips tasted sweet and were softer than yours, you moved your head to the side and her teeth grazed your bottom lip, one of your hands went down to her lower back and you pressed her against you, her chest bouncing against yours, her hands went down to your butt squeezing them, making you moan a little, her throat made a sound that opened her mouth and you took the opportunity to put your tongue in, when it collided with the other, you sucked it and felt a shiver of pleasure run through your body. Hazel began to walk, making you retreat, your legs collided with the edge of the bed, making you fall sitting up, and she settled on top of you, you hands slipped under her shirt and she pulled your hair while she ran wet kisses to your neck, you moved your head back giving her more access, her lips bit and sucked everything they could, when her teeth caught your earlobe you ran your hands to her butt and thighs, caressing and squeezing everything along the way.

"Don't stop, please." You begged rather pathetically as she bit a sensitive spot on your throat.

Her mouth came up to collide with yours again and her hands slipped under your vest, her fingers ran over your back, scratching it, her hands went up to your bra and you felt relief when she unbuttoned it but didn't touch anything. She pushed you back causing your head to hit the wall, creating a searing pain.

"Shit, sorry, are you okay?" Her hands ran to cradle your head and she gently pulled you forward.

"Better than ever." You were able to say without any lies in your tone voice.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Well, thank heavens for that."

She laughed and kissed you again but this time more delicately, you sighed against her lips and pressed her closer to you. You raised your arms allowing her to take off your vest and shirt, you crawled towards the head of the bed and she settled on top of you, her icy hands removed the now loose bra and her lips attacked your neck again, you simply stayed still enjoying her mouth on your body while it was difficult for you to breathe. Her mouth began to leave wet kisses all over your chest, when she reached one breast she bit it, making you cry with pain and pleasure, her kisses went down to your stomach where the breath from her nose tickled your skin, she moved back up and attacked your lips, your hands moving down to her thighs where you held her still in place. Her hair fell on your face causing some to get into your mouth but you couldn't care less, one of her hands began to caress your crotch and you felt the need to squeeze so that nothing came out. You began to sit up slowly and when you were upright you lowered your lips to her neck, under every bite or suck Hazel shivered and pulled your hair harder, moaning and whispering your name in a way that got under your skin, your hands touched her bare waist and you could feel the jump that her heart took, you kissed her lips for the last time and fell back with an exhale, seconds later she fell on top of you, her feet slipping between yours.

"I am cold." You said with a laugh after a while, Hazel stretched her arms further so that her oversized vest covered you more and kissed your shoulder.

"I like you." She confessed blushing.

"Hazel you ate my nipple, how does saying that make you nervous?"

"Ugh, how romantic."

You smiled and kissed her head. "Yes, I was boiling with jealousy." You confessed this time feeling the nerves lodge in your lower stomach. "Thinking about another person touching you made me want to tear my hair out. I like you Hazel, more than pictures of dogs and more than two hamburgers together, I sacrificed anything to see you smile, to make you smile at me."

"Wow." Her voice was still somewhat deep but the emotion managed to sneak in. "You made my confession look like shit."

"It was." You said jokingly.

Her hand went down to your crotch again where she rubbed it hard and fast.

You bit your lip and moaned slowly. "Holy shit, forget it, mine was disgusting, don't stop."

With a laugh she came up to kiss you again.

God, what an educational year.

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The snowstorm raged outside, a relentless dance of icy winds and swirling flakes that threatened to bury everything in its path.

"This is just fucking great," he grumbled, his usual indifference not hiding the annoyance in his voice. "Who sends people out in this weather?"

"Tomura," you replied, wrapping your jacket tighter around your figure.

"We need to find shelter," Dabi said, his tone more serious now. "This storm isn't letting up anytime soon."

You and Dabi, reluctantly paired up as "team" by Shigaraki, sent on a mission to gather critical intel, found yourselves seeking refuge in an old, abandoned house that creaked and moaned under the pressure of the storm.

The air inside the dilapidated structure was just as chilly as outside, and the cold seemed to seep through every crack and crevice.

Dabi, his blue flames flickering ominously from his palms, took charge. With a sly grin, he ignited some discarded materials, creating a makeshift fireplace in the center of the room.

You huddled close to the fire, relishing the warmth but still shivering from the lingering cold.

Dabi, seemingly indifferent to the freezing temperatures, settled beside you. The fire's glow reflected in his eyes as he glanced your way.

"So, we're a disposable pawns with a mission," he snarled, a hint of amusement in his gravelly voice. So, what do you think about the League?"

The flames cast eerie shadows on the walls as you considered his question. "They're certainly… unconventional. But their goals? I don't know. It's hard to wrap my head around it. I find myself without alternative options. Given my history of misdeeds, the prospect of a conventional, ordinary life remains elusive, you know."

Dabi's skepticism lingered in his gaze. "Don't expect too much. These people have their own way of doing things, and it's not for everyone. Specifically, a young woman hailing from an esteemed household, as that seems to be the background you come from, based on the information I've gathered from Giran."

You only scoffed, rolling your eyes.

As the conversation continued, the cold continued to nip at you.

Uncharacteristically, Dabi sighed and, with a flicker of hesitation, said, "Come here, Y/N."

You raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his sudden shift in demeanor. Nevertheless, you edged closer, and he enveloped you in his arms. His quirk emitted a comforting warmth, and you couldn't help but lean into it.

"You're freezing," he stated matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing for him to notice. "Fuck, this is exactly what I need - my partner freezing her ass off in this fucking weather."

"I can handle it," you insisted, although your teeth betrayed your words with an involuntary chatter.

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Stop being stubborn, Y/N. Just sit on my lap. I can make myself warmer if I want to."

You hesitated, unsure of the unexpected intimacy. But the cold won over, and you found yourself gingerly perching on his lap, still shivering like a leaf caught in the storm.

Dabi's arms encircled you, holding you close. The flames from a fireplace danced in his eyes as he spoke, his voice softer now, "You know, I didn't expect anyone to stick around. My appearance tends to drive people away."

The vulnerability in his admission caught you off guard. "Well, appearances can be deceiving," you replied, trying to sound reassuring. "And you ain't that bad, man."

He nodded, a subtle gratitude in his eyes. "Guess you're different."

Silence settled between you, only broken by the crackling of the fire. The warmth of Dabi's embrace began to thaw the chill in your bones. In that vulnerable moment, he hesitated before finally confessing, out of sudden, "I like you, Y/N."

The admission hung in the air, the crackling fire casting a warm glow on the revelation. As Dabi confessed, your response was a quiet smile that held a blend of sincerity and acknowledgment of his gruff demeanor. "I like you too," you replied, your words carrying a teasing edge. "Even if your gruff ass is problematic at times."

Dabi's rough laughter echoed through the room, a surprising sound that seemed to cut through the cold like a welcomed flame. "Yeah, well, can't argue with that. I've got my issues."

He shifted slightly, the light of the fire highlighting the scars and staples that adorned his skin. In that moment, he seemed almost vulnerable, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often projected. With a flicker of curiosity, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You surprised me, you know?" he admitted, his gaze holding yours. "The day Giran brought you in, I was sure you'd last, what, two days? Tops. Figured you'd take one look at the League's shit and hightail it out of here."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sincerity in his words catching you off guard. "Well, I guess I'm more resilient than you thought."

Dabi's smirk returned, a playfulness in his eyes. "Resilient and useful. You've pulled your weight a few times. I admire that, actually."

As the conversation hung in the air, he continued to study you. With a surprising gentleness, his fingers traced a path from your cheek to behind your ear, the touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Shivering slightly, not entirely due to the cold, you found yourself captivated by the closeness. His scarred face, illuminated by the flickering flames, told a story of pain and resilience. In the dance of firelight, you observed the lines etched on his skin, the staples that held it together — a testament to a life lived on the edge.

Your lips parted slightly, breath catching as you observed him. It was a moment of vulnerability, a shared understanding beneath the surface of gruff exteriors.

Dabi's gaze met yours, and for a heartbeat, the world outside the abandoned house ceased to exist. In a bold move, he closed the already minimal distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as unexpected as it was intense. The initial contact was almost clumsy, a collision of warmth against the coldness of your lips.

Taken off guard, you hesitated for a moment before surrendering to the unexpected intimacy. The kiss was messy at first, a tumultuous exploration of unspoken emotions.

His hands cradled your face, the heat from the fireplace mirrored in the heat exchanged between you. As the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, becoming a dance of tongues in unison. The initial awkwardness transformed into a shared rhythm, a connection forged in the heat of the moment.

As the kiss finally broke, a warmth lingered between you and Dabi. You felt his fingers gently brushing against your lips, mirroring the touch of your fingertips as you touched them in a dazed realization. The firelight painted a soft glow on both your faces, and when you looked into Dabi's eyes, there was a tenderness that seemed to soften the rough edges.

"Guess I've got some surprises left in me," he muttered, a rare hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You couldn't help but return the smile, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his face, the scars and staples that told a story of resilience.

"Maybe I like surprises," you replied.

His hand found yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement.

As you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on Dabi's cheek, the fire continued to burn, casting a warm glow on the scene. The snowstorm howled outside, but within the walls of the abandoned house, a different kind of warmth prevailed — a warmth born from shared vulnerability, unexpected connections, and the sweet taste of a kiss that defied the cold reality of their surroundings.

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #dabi boku no hero academia #dabi my hero academia #bnha dabi #my hero academia dabi #dabi fluff #dabi fic #mha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha dabi #dabi is touya #dabi fanfic #touya todoroki #todoroki touya

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gazs-blue-hat · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 5: “It’s Broken.” (John Price X Reader)

Summary: Youur boyfriend John Price is not one for giving up, even when things seem the most dire.

Word Count: 1,225

TW: Combat. Burried under rubble, near-death experience, Broken Limb(s),Canon Typical Language. (LMK if I missed any)

It wasn't unusual for you and John Price to be stuck in a cramped space together. It was quite common! You two had shared your fair amount of scrappy safe houses and cars on long stakeout missions. But this cramped space...this one took the cake.

You and John had been pinned down literally and figuratively. At first, it had just been a bunch of enemy soldiers shooting at your team, but as things got more and more intense, it was clear that an airstrike needed to be called in.

Now you and John were pinned down by a building that wasn't supposed to be in the range of the airstrike. Clearly...someone had messed up. You could see John, he was lying across from you, your faces only a foot apart. His eyes were open but not focusing.

"Captain..Captain, can you hear me?" You couldn't hear your voice from the ringing in your ear. When you did speak, there was a splitting pain making itself clear at your side. You looked down as far as you could and you almost threw up at the sight.

Your arm was bent at a horrific angle. The elbow was facing the wrong way and your wrist hung a bit to the side. It didn't look like any of the bones had broken the skin so that was a positive. When you tried to wiggle your fingers though...there was no movement. Nerve damage then.

Across from you, John groaned softly and blinked his eyes, focusing them on you.

"You broken?" He asked softly, coughing up some dust. You huffed an almost silent laugh, the rubble pressing on your tac vest making it hard to inhale all the way.

"Yeah, my arm is fucked. Can't wiggle my fingers in the slightest. I think it's broken at the elbow and the wrist, but I can't be sure." You would have lifted your arm to show him but there was another piece of rubble pinning your shoulder down.

"Well, that can't feel good," John grumbled as he tried to move some of the rubble. There was a loud groaning above you as a rain of concrete dust fell on the two of you. He was able to shimmy his hand to his tac vest and crack one of the glow sticks there. A dull green light filled the small space and he was able to see your dusty face.

"That's the funny bit...I can't feel it at all." Your words were sounding a bit more clear now that your ears were having a chance to recover from the horribly loud sound of the explosion earlier.

"I wouldn't call that funny," John grumbled and groaned as he shifted as best he could. As he moved, rubble groaned and shifted above him.

"Stop. Stop moving John. The rubble will all come down if you keep wiggling like that." Your voice was growing hoarse as you struggled to take in more air. You felt the tension of the ceramic plates in your vest snap as a loud crack split the air.

A sharp pain shot through your chest as the ceramic plates gave way to the pressure of the rubble on top of you. You would have screamed if you could, but all the air had been smushed out of you.

"Hey..hey love, love. Talk to me. Talk to me, darling." John reached out to you, gripping your hand in his tightly. His warm hand was grounding and you took a sharp breath.

"Fuck me...it hurts." Your words were a wheeze and a bubble of blood started to crawl up your throat. You locked eyes with your captain.

"Don't. Don't you even start lookin' at me like that. You're gonna be fine. You're gonna make it out of this alright." His words were starting to blur together, not making any sense.

"Have you..have you tried your..your radio?" You cough, sending a spatter of blood onto the ground next to your face. John nodded his head.

"It's well and truly broken love. How...". He trails off and looks at your radio, still clipped to your throat. It wasn't broken.

"Darling, I need you to reach your mic with your hand. Can you do that for me? Just reach up and tap the button." His hand gripped yours tightly, trying to give you some strength.

"Captain...I can't. I can't feel my hand. I can't." You were tearing up and a few salty drops slipped down your face. John nodded and looked into your eyes.

"You can. You can do it. Do it for me, darling. Do it for me." He was begging now, his own eyes welling with tears at your devastated expression. You took as deep of a breath as you could and you shifted your arm.

The pain was incredible. It radiated from your shoulder down to your elbow. That is where the sensation stopped. You couldn't feel your fingers or your wrist. You lifted your hand, the bones grating aggressively and audibly in the quiet of the small space you were cramped in. Your arm lifted, slowly, until your hand grazed your neck and fell.

"I can't. I..I can't. John, I can't." Your words came in a breathless whisper as your bloodied fingers remained still against your neck. John looked towards where your hand was placed. Directly on the transmitter button

"Don't move love. Keep your hand just there. You're doin' so well. So proud of you. Just keep your hand there and everything will be alright." John continued to speak to you, but you couldn't quite hear right anymore. You could hear the sound of rubble shifting above you two. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You felt...cold all of a sudden. The pain wasn't there anymore.

John watched with horror as your eyes began to flutter closed. He squeezed your hand tightly, feeling the grip you had on his hand loosen.

"No. Keep those pretty eyes on me, love. They're on their way. The boys are on the way..." He was able to tell the boys through your mic where you two had gone down. He could hear the sound of shouting above them and the heavy thumps of rubble being shifted.

"Darling, they're right above us. You did so well. I'm so proud of you love. So proud. Just stay awake for a little bit longer."

Your eyes focused and fell on him. He was smiling at you, his face covered with dust and sweat. You didn't know why, but he had never seemed more attractive than in this moment.

"When we get out of here...I'm gonna put a ring on your finger. I'm gonna marry you and make you mine forever." He continued to whisper softly to you, trying to keep you awake. Light erupted from above as the faces of Johnny, Kyle, and Simon looked down at you.

"We got them! Get medical over here!" Kyle shouted as he lifted his hand in the air.

"Jesus...their arm is all...fucked up." Johnny hissed while turning away from the broken limb.

"That's clear," Simon said bluntly. while rolling his eyes.

The other thing that was clear, was the satisfied smile on your face. Your boys had come, and soon you were gonna marry the love of your life.

Perhaps getting blown up and buried wasn't so bad after all.

#call of duty #captain john price x reader #whumptober

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ppnuggie · 8 months

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Could you do headcanons for Mtmte Megatron and mtmte first aid with a reader who constantly pops their bones and joints?

Mine pop so loud I half expect myself to start glowing like a glow stick lol

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, first aid ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> first aid n megs w/ reader who pops their joints

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— i pop my body all the time 😭😭 so i can relate to this

- megatron :

| • the first time you did it ,, he was disgusted

| • bro saw you crack your knuckles and he had to leave immediately

| • now if you crack your back or your neck ,, hes definitely gonna think you broke it or smt

| • hes asking you what even was that ,, are you okay ,, did you just break your back ???

| • if this is a normal occurrence ,, he just questions his time aboard the lost light even more

| • he probably leaves the room every time you crack some part of youe body

- first aid :

| • hes so interested when he hears the pops ,, hes never really heard that sound before and when it came from you he was wondering if you broke or a bone or smt

| • first aid gets curious ,, asking about it and what else you can do

| • and when you show him what else you can pop/crack ,, it only fuels his curiosity

| • he gets so many questions ,, and sometimes bothers ratchet if he knew humans could do that and why and how

| • when he learns the science behind it ,, it answers most his questions

| • he wont really be disgusted by it ,, sure its a weird sound but he knows what’s going on so it doesnt bother him too much

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #megatron x reader #first aid x reader #first aid #megatron #mtmte megatron #mtmte first aid #🎇.mtmte #🎇.megatron #🎇.first aid

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thecreelhouse · 3 months

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hello beloved, can i request cuddle prompts 11 & 18 with my boy steve please <3

Ali my beloved :’’’) ty for sending these!! hope you like this <3

11. Shared excitement over the prospect of a cuddle session after a long day

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

After an overwhelming day at work, you felt a sliver of tension leave your body at the sight of Steve’s apartment door. Dragging within the last few steps, you flipped through your keys on your wristlet before finding the spare he gave you a few months back. Jiggling it in the keyhole, you shoved your hip against the door, giving it the extra push needed to open it. That damn thing always sticks.

The apartment’s dark, except for the soft glow of the TV in the living room. Steve’s already camped out on the couch, wrapped in a ridiculously fluffy comforter while he relaxes for the first time since the early morning. “Please tell me that’s you.”

“What if I said no?”

“Well, I was waiting for my partner to get here, but I guess I’ll accept cuddles from anyone.” You can hear the teasing smile in Steve’s words as you playfully gasp.

“Damn, and I was gonna cover pizza tonight. Guess not.” Teasing back, you drop your stuff by the door before shuffling over to him.

As the two of you land eyes on one another, you’re simultaneously pointing out each other’s appearance. “Holy shit, you look like death,” Steve tells you, while you comment, “Jesus, you look like a kicked puppy.”

You laugh, exhausted, immediately diving under the comforter and into Steve’s grasp. “Is that our love language?”

“Brutal honesty? Constant teasing? Seems like it.” He chuckles, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

Instantly, you feel all of the tension leave your body, the ache in your bones and constant headache coming to a halt. Steve sighs, burying his face in your hair at the top of your head, pressing lazy kisses wherever his lips land. The pair of your legs tangling with one another like it’s second nature by now.

“Hi, honey.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resting your forehead there. “Bad day?”

“Just really busy.” He answers, pulling back a bit to look at you. “Wasn’t the worst, but it felt like it was gonna last forever. I missed you.”

You move to kiss his jawline, intentions only innocent, speaking against his skin, “I missed you too, Steve. You’ve got no idea how much I kept thinking about just being lazy and cuddling with you to get through work today.”

This isn’t the sweetest thing you’ve told him before, but Steve would say it’s definitely up there. The way you remind him how loved he is, without even trying to, is something that never fails in reminding how much you care about him. This is the first relationship he’s really been able to feel that kind of pure love, and it feels brand new every time a reminder appears. The two of you haven’t said it out loud yet, the three words that change everything, but he can feel the love that radiates from you, and he hopes he’s doing his best to return that love to you.

However, Steve can’t pass up a good opportunity to ruin the moment, naturally.

“Just cuddling?” He jokes, waggling his brows with a goofy look on his face. You crack up, shaking your head at him.

“It’s gonna be just cuddling if you keep pushing your luck, Harrington.” You’re narrowing your eyes at him, but can’t wipe the smile from your face.

Playfully, he rolls his eyes, and something catches your eye, but you’re not sure if it’s too soon in the relationship to mention such a small, intimate detail. You wondered if he’d think it was weird to point out the small change you’ve noticed.

Reading your expression with ease, Steve asks softly, “What’s on your mind?” He watches a strand of hair fall in your face before pushing it behind your ear. You feel your face heat up as he puts you on the spot.

“I— this is gonna be weird, I’m sorry, but I just noticed…” You pause as you reach out to his face, palm molding against his jaw as your thumb brushes along his cheekbone. “… New freckle.”

Steve’s initial reaction is to ask how you can even notice that in the dim light, but his face flushes under your touch, eyes searching yours for… something. He’s not sure what, but you panic, taking the silence as him not finding amusement in your observation.

“Yeah, that was weird of me, I should’ve kept it to myself. It’s just cute.” You laugh it off awkwardly, but Steve continues to keep his gaze locked on yours, just amazed by your genuine care to note even the tiniest details about him. “You okay?”

Steve’s hands cradle each side of your face, before pulling you in for the softest kiss the two of you have shared yet. Belly filling with butterflies, it feels just like the very first time you kissed. He pulls back, but only enough to break the kiss, stating with ease, “I love you.”

You, also, cannot pass by a good chance of teasing him and ruining a moment. “Because I told you about a new freckle?”

“No, god, why are we like this?” Sighing with his eyes closed, shoulders shaking as he laughs, “Because you’re always showing how much you care and I- I’ve never felt it like this before. With anyone. And I hope I’m making you feel just as cared for.”

“Yeah, Steve. I’ve felt it since our first date—“

“When I snuck you free ice cream after the mall closed? Is that all it took?”

“Oh, no, it was definitely the Scoops uniform that sealed the deal.” You giggle, but force yourself to settle down quickly, whispering, “You mean it?”

Steve’s smile doesn’t falter, not a flicker of fault in his feelings written all over his face. “Absolutely. I love you, and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

“You had every reason to be cautious,” You’re referring to his tumultuous relationship with Nancy, and how that royally fucked with his trust. “I wanted to say it earlier, but I didn’t want to push it.”

“You never had to say it, you’ve always shown me love… and I’m grateful for that, for you.”

“I can’t believe all it took was me pointing out a new freckle.” You tease, but shake your giggles off. “I love you, Steve.”

Steve doesn’t respond with words, just tugs you tighter to him, kissing you again. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, wrapped up in one another’s presence and bodies, a safe haven in your own little corner of the world.

#prompts #answered #steve harrington x reader

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Part 13: My Bones Became a Drip

No TW for this chapter (let me know if I missed anything)

Masterpost/chapter list

Recap:

Jason spins, eyes wide and searching, landing on the glowing white haired teen and his unconscious brother draped across their arms. Even with the cape still covering Tim’s face, he knows it’s Tim.

And the teen…

oh…

The teen is Spooky, Danny. He’d recognize that funky jumpsuit anywhere and those eyes are the same Lazarus green eyes he sees on a canid face every damn day.

He’s frozen mentally. Physically he’s moving forward to check Tim’s vitals and look for any obvious signs of injury but it’s all autopilot, all things that were drilled into him so that it became second nature, so that he could function even when his emotions are running wild like they are right now. He’s furious and relieved and anxious and surprised and ecstatic and so much more nuances of the same. It’s a cyclone of vicious emotions attempting to claw their way to the surface, fighting each other for the top spot.

His instincts purr, they’re safe they’re safe family is safe , while he gets on coms with Oracle to make sure she knows they’ve got Tim and that he’s alive.

Gingerly, he takes Tim off of Spooky’s hands and hoists him onto his hip like he’s a sleeping toddler so he can free one of his hands.

He gently reaches out to ruffle hair that has the same wispy feeling as before.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. Family , his instincts say. I love you , says the odd rumbling tone that ripples out from somewhere in his chest.

Danny clicks and a similar rumble in higher pitch comes from him and somehow Jason knows that it means, I love you too. Family.

[I felt we could all use a little refresher but on to the new chapter!]

Jason wants to cry and rage at how long it takes him to notice the way Danny scratches gingerly at the skin around the collar on his neck. They’re in the bat cave waiting to hear news on Red Robin’s checkup. Danny had followed, a ghost of a thing, barely visible most of the time, and his feet had yet to touch the ground after he passed off Tim. However, he stayed with Jason. He didn’t appear nervous, but neither was he eager to explore the wonders of the world around him.

When Black Bat sent him a little wave, he perked up a little, tilting his head to the side, assessing the vigilante. He slowly raises his hand in a small wave back.

Immediately after, his hand reaches up to ever so carefully shift the collar.

“You okay, Spooky?”

Wide bright green eyes snap to Jason in some form of surprise.

He nods, but the hollow groaning sound that emanates from his body tells a different story to Jason. It says, uncomfortable, burns, powers hurt, not enough energy.

“Is that collar dampening your abilities?”

Danny opens his mouth to speak only for the syllables to catch in his apparently raw throat. Raw from smoke? The collar?

He coughs, and Jason can hear his lungs rattling on the inhale. Spooky….

The chirp from Danny speaks clearly, some, not all.

“Well fiddle sticks…let me get Z or one of the other magic guys on the phone and see if we need magic, tech, or both to get it off.”

The cracking and groaning that comes as a response is more emotion than actual words, but it gets the message mostly across. His situation isn’t urgent. The power he holds is too great for the collar to block much of. Danny shares the way that the power flows over and around the collar like it’s an annoyingly large boulder in a stream. It may block the most convenient route, but the water will still find a way to go downhill.

“Still…” he argues. “If it’s not comfortable, we should find a way to get it off.”

Danny shrugs like it’s of little importance to him. Jason knows that kind of attitude. It’s very common among the hero types.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Dick watching them. His brother mouths, “I can call her,” and Jason nods his assent. He already owes her one favor. Let her pay back one of her debts to Big Bird.

~•~

"Heyyyyyy Z..."

"The next words out of your mouth better not have anything to do with that mind boggling fiend of Jason’s," she rattles off bluntly.

Pressing his lips together, Dick debates how to reply, but evidently his silence is reply enough.

She sighs. "What is it this time?"

It's probably better to get straight to the point. "They've got a suppression collar on."

"What? But that's not possible. The size of the device capable of completely suppressing that spirit's powers would have to be..." she trails off as something occurs to her. "Except it's not fully suppressing their power, is it? We would have noticed that."

"Yep. Got it in two," Dick says cheerfully but his smile doesn't last. "They seem able to use most of their abilities fine, but whatever material it's made from irritates their skin now that they're back in their body."

"Good to see I'm the first to know" she cuts back sarcastically.

"You are. It all just happened tonight. They rescued RR from a warehouse fire. They've been following Hood ever since."

There's a long pause and then she sighs again.

"Is RR alright?"

"He will be. He's resting now, nothing he shouldn't be able to recover from, but he'll be down for a while," he lets warmth trickle into his voice. He appreciates her asking about Tim’s health. Not everyone makes that effort.

"Okay, well that might complicate things. If we're going based on past experience, whoever collared Spooky is probably the same person or people that put them in that wretched abomination of a coffin. Which means...tech," she ends with a sigh. "Specifically, mad scientist levels of tech. I swear I'm going to strangle whoever is behind all of this wretched spirit-tech when we find them because I don't know that I can get that collar off without it blowing up in our faces."

"How should we approach this then?"

He can hear another long drawn out sigh from Zatanna's end.

"Lemme....Let me talk to Marvel and I'll get back to you with a game plan."

"Thanks Zee!! You're the best!!"

"Fuck you, Dickwing."

She hangs up before he can quip back so he just smiles at his phone.

~•~

Jason turns his attention back to his spooky friend.

“What’s on the agenda now that you’re free?”

The spirit freezes. The temperature around him drops, too. He frowns to himself, and stormy eyes look a little lost.

“You can stay with me until you figure it out. I’d like the company. Your company specifically,” Jason offers softly.

He nearly breaks down at the look that slowly dawns on Danny’s face. It’s like Jason gave him the world in his little selfish offer. All Jason wanted was to keep his companion.

“Thank you.” The words are half garbled and sound like they had to have hurt coming out, but Jason understands them all the same, and that’s all that matters.

Black Bat sidles over with a long strip of thin cloth in her hand, some scrap of non-conductive polymer used on something or other. [reference to City pigeons bleed green?] Jason is not sure where she got it from, but she holds it out and gestures to her neck with the other hand.

Spooky drifts closer and carefully snags the hanging end of the cloth, careful not to brush his fingers against Cass.

“May I help you?” She signs, repeating it slower when Danny looks confused. Jason is about to translate when comprehension dawns on Danny’s face.

He looks to the cloth and then back to Cass before slowly nodding. He dips back down to the ground, the tips of his toes brush the floor, and replies with sign, though it’s simple and hesitant.

“You hold.” He demonstrates holding his collar up at the narrowest part of his neck.

Cass nods and replicates his action. Danny carefully eases the cloth between the bare skin on his neck and the collar. It’s a tight fit, but he manages to make it work.

Jason steps away for a brief moment, returning with a needle and thread.

“Want me to tack it in place so it doesn’t slip?”

Danny nods, but his eyes follow the needle in Jason’s hand closely. He makes sure to move slow and steady so Danny doesn’t startle or panic. It takes a few minutes to sew together three separate spots on the fabric to hold it in place on the collar, but it’s done with no fuss and no panic on anyone’s part.

Danny is more relaxed by the time Dick peeks out of the changing rooms and meanders back over.

"It's good to see you up and about Spooky. Sorry we gave you such a cold reception. We get a little single-minded when one of us is injured," Dick says amicably.

Danny shrugs but doesn’t seem interested in attempting more communication with the man. He looks dead on his feet, no pun intended.

Dick for his part, tries not to show his disappointment in being ignored.

Alfred appears in the doorway, looking pristine as always except...ah, there's a few wrinkles in his suit, and his worry lines are deeper than usual.

"Master Tim will make a full recovery given time and rest. Luckily, he avoided the worst of the smoke and was rescued before things got out of hand." He aims that last part at Danny who ducks away and flickers in and out of sight from the grateful tone.

Jason stands and stretches with a long groan. It must have startled Danny because he blips a few feet before catching himself and drifting back close to Jason.

~•~

The brother, Red Robin, Tim... is okay. He's alive and being checked over by professionals. That's really all that matters to Danny.

He is tired though.

That's part of the reason why he doesn't give much of a response to the energetic one, Nightwing. The other part being that this one's words and actions don't match what he's actually feeling. He's clearly, at least to a ghost's senses, masking and shoving all of his emotions and problems into a box that will one day explode on him.

Sensing that sets Danny on edge. He doesn't like that false cheer, one so deeply ingrained that even Nightwing might not know it's false.

Luckily he doesn't have to attempt to summon energy to respond because the elder gentleman comes out to let them know that Tim will be okay.

His gratitude towards Danny has every part of him squirming beneath his skin. People don't just...thank him. Not before... and he certainly hasn't done much now to garner that level of acknowledgment. He has to fight to stay visible even as they're leaving. He doesn't want to worry Jason.

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I'm so excited to post this finally!!! It's been a rough one to wrestle with and it's definitely a little funky round the edges but I'm still happy with it.

I think there's a reference to City Pigeons Bleed Green by @clockwayswrites Go check out their stuff it's amazing!!! I could be wrong on which fic it's from but it's definitely one of Clock's works. (Lol pun intended)

As always, please let me know if there's anything confusing (sometimes I word stuff strangely and it doesn't make sense).

I am part way into the next chapter as well, but with my life how it is at the moment, who knows when I'll get it finished. Could be tomorrow, could be 6 months from now.

Next chapter is a good one which is part of what made this one so hard. I can't wait to write and show y'all the developments I have planned. I can't wait to see it myself!

Anywho, thank you so much for your support. You guys are amazing. Don't forget that.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #my graveyard song #danny the black dog au

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quinns-shadowy-arts · 3 months

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Morning Coffee

Day 9 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event! Rating: General CW: None Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Coffee Making as an Act of Love. WC: 642 Prompt: “Love is not in the big things but the small ones”; Submitted by @sidekick-hero and “Love is sharing food”; Submitted by @sparklyslug

Note: This is SO sososo late but I didn't have access to my laptop until just now and Mobile was actively fighting me. Also, coffee isn't technically a food, but I'm going to count it as one for this. Enjoy!

Every morning greeted Eddie with the smell of coffee and the glow of the morning sun. The smell of the warm brew wafted from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into Steve's room; where Eddie would be laid under the covers.

Eddie would wake up to the smell, urging him to start the day. He would slowly get up from the bed; sitting on the edge with the covers still wrapped around his waist. He would lift his arms up and stretch. A series of pops would start at his neck, leading down his spine until it reached his tail bone. Eddie would let out a deep groan as he did this.

He would rub his eyes with the back of his hand before standing up. As he padded down the hall and to the stairs, he would continue stretching and cracking different joints.

Eddie would always stop at the top step and listen to the sounds of Steve puttering around in the kitchen. The clinks of spoons against mugs filling the air, followed by the sweet sound of Steve humming. Sometimes he would hum pop songs from the radio, other times he would hum a song from the previous night's Corroded Coffin gig.

The melodious humming would spur Eddie downstairs and into the kitchen. Once he got to the kitchen, he would lean against the entryway and watch Steve.

Steve was sleep rumbled and soft in the mornings. Bright sun rays would highlight Steve’s features, making his eyes gold and his hair flow with different shades of brown. His hair would be flat, a usual contrast from his styled updo, but soft nonetheless.

Steve would look up and spot Eddie. He would smile, creating beautiful crinkles near his eyes, before going back to fixing up their coffees.

Eddie would walk over and wrap his arms around Steve. He'd stick his face against the juncture of Steve's neck and shoulder, breathing in his scent. He smelled of laundry detergent and coconut shampoo, but underneath was something uniquely Steve.

Eddie would smile and kiss at Steve's neck; nipping and sucking at the twin moles that were to the right of his boyfriend's adam's apple. A bright laugh would burst from Steve's chest as Eddie gnawed softly at his skin.

“Alright you goon, drink your coffee. I've been slaving over it all morning.” Steve would tease, smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning to you too” Eddie would croon into Steve's ear. He would step to Steve's side, keeping a hand around his waist.

Eddie would grab his mug and wave it in front of his face, inhaling the toasty scent.

“Mmm, smells delicious, Sweetheart” Eddie would smile at Steve. Steve would smile back and roll his eyes,

“If you drink it before I turn 50 years old then maybe you'll taste how good it is, too.” Steve would jab at Eddie, no real heat in his voice.

Eddie would turn back and take his first sip, moaning as the sweet liquid coated his mouth and throat. Eddie made everyone think that he took his coffee black, but Steve knew better. Steve knew that Eddie had a major sweet tooth, making him take his coffee as 80% cream and sugar and only 20% actual coffee.

“God, you sound pornographic. Jeez Louise.” Steve would complain.

“That's the goal, Baby” Eddie would wink at Steve. Steve would fake annoyance, but the pink dusting the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears always gave him away.

Eddie would smile at him, leaning against his side as they sipped on their coffees. Eddie's chest would fill with warmth, not only from his coffee but from the bubbly love shared between them.

Every morning went like this, and Eddie hoped the rest of his mornings did too; Steve by his side and coffee filling their bellies.

#fluff #making coffee as an act of love #steddielovemonth #steddie ficlet #steddie #established relationship

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coffehbeans · 2 months

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G/t WAC Day 21

Add a Chapter to one of your older fics

Better late than never! This took a while to edit but I'm happy with the result. Juhren and Sunflower are my oldest g/t ocs, I've written their first meeting a thousand times before, but lost most of the writing when my old phone broke. This time, I've reimagined their scene, so I'm excited to show y'all how these two had a really rocky start. Hope you enjoy!

Warning for mild descriptions of violence and death.

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Run.

A branch caught on her hair and she fell backwards. Her head throbbed from pain. She scrambled up. Dirt caked her back.

Run.

Just keep running.

Don't look back.

Twigs and leaves snagged on her skirt and ripped holes in it. Heavy thuds echoed in the distance, in the burning village she left behind. The remains of a roar were carried by the wind as she ran faster, out of breath.

"They're here. Sunflower, they're after you." Alba had said.

"Just run and don't look back."

She passed through trees, stumbled on roots, twisting her ankle as she cried out in pain. But she continued.

Get away. As far away from them.

Run. Run. Run.

Run.

....

She heaved, slumping down by the base of a tree. Her heart thumped inside her, pounding so hard she thought it'd break through her chest. Sweat and dirt covered her and blood dripped from her head, golden blonde hair disheveled and full of leaves and sticks.

Her shallow breathing slowed down, the forest sounds became measly chirps of birds in the distance.

The feeling inside her started small at first, like a knot in her throat, an invisible lump forcing her to cough. The coughs got louder and harsher, throat burning from the motions. She spat on the dirt.

Then a tear fell. One. Two. They fell in successions as she hiccupped and leaned over the earth. She held down her whimpers. She can't be heard. She can't be seen. Yet the sobs still came out from her trembling lips. Sunflower clutched the dirt and curled up on the ground, letting out a constrained wailing.

The houses crumbling apart. She saw it. She saw someone's terrified face before being crushed underfoot. Blood splattered everywhere. The screams, so many screams suddenly cut off as teeth closed in on them, splitting them in half. She looked up, the stone walls of houses already collapsed. She looked around, and bodies scattered across the cracked pavement, limbs distorted as bones protruded from the lifeless corpses. The beasts screamed and laughed, kicking and stomping over everything they could find.

Then the guards from the capital came, and one flew past her, and he looked at her with those haunting, glowing eyes, widening in realization.

It could see her lack of kiira. It could see what she was.

"A human! There's a human in here!"

The flying cavalry would not get to her yet, as they were busy containing the rampage, Sunflower knew that. But it's already too late, too dangerous, and there's no safe home to turn to anymore. Alba clutched her hand tight and sneaked her out of the burning orphanage, giving her a bag of supplies as if she had prepared for this years ago.

"Run, Sunflower. Run. Follow the map I gave you, and run."

Sunflower didn't have time to hug her. Didn’t have time to say goodbye to the director and the kids. She didn't even know if they're alive.

All she knew was to run, and go to the point marked on the map.

Sunflower dried her tears and got up on shaky knees, hissing when her weight leaned on the sprained ankle. Stumbling forward, she breathed heavily from the strain, clutching her bag tight.

No matter what. She had to run. And seek help from someone she did not know. "She" would know how to help her, Alba had said. "She" would keep her safe.

So Sunflower pushed forward, even while her vision got blurry, and even when she didn't notice her body falling limply to the ground, as her vision turned black.

....

"Juhren, look!"

Sunflower came running to the clearing of the forest. Their clearing. Juhren wondered what would they do today when he saw her coming excitedly towards him, golden hair flowing in the wind. Would they climb a tree again? Would they play hide and seek? Or would Sun like to hear one more of his stories from the outside world?

He smiled when she stopped in front of him, her tiny frame two heads shorter. Her green eyes shone from glee, and her hands were folded behind her back as if she was hiding something.

"What's this?" - Juhren leaned his head to the side, smirking when he saw what she was hiding. - "You know you're bad at surprises, right?"

Sunflower backed away and pouted. - "Not fair! You're no fun!"

Her pout disappeared as quickly as it came when she brought her hand forward.

"I just wanted to gift you something since it's your birthday today!"

She motioned for him to come closer, and Juhren leaned over in front of her, round eyes looking curiously.

And with a jump, she put the flower crown over his head.

"These are special flowers that never die! If it wilts, you only need a bit of water and they'll bloom again!"

Juhren took the crown from his head and looked at the tiny blue flowers with wonder.

"Woah..."

Sunflower beamed. "Do you like it?"

He put the flower crown back on his head, glancing down at his best friend, a smile on his face. She knew how much he liked plants. She picked that special type just for him. His heart fluttered with joy.

"I love it! Thank you, Sun."

"Yay!"

Shu hugged Juhren tightly and he giggled as she hung on him like he was a tree. With a mischievous grin, he lifted her from the ground and she yelped as he carried her like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey! Put me down!" Sunflower squirmed and laughed, failing to sound serious.

"It's not my fault that you're so light!"

"It's just you that keeps getting taller!"

....

She woke up with a jolt.

Sunflower sat up, her head pounding against her skull. She clutched it with her hand, recoiling when dried blood rubbed against it. Is it too serious? She hoped not. The sky was covered by towering sequoias, a few rays of sunshine passing through the dense foliage. Her heart rocked faster inside her.

I was knocked out for too long.

She got up, struggling under her buckling knees, and trudged forward with that sharp pain on her ankle. Her head thrummed annoyingly, but she had to keep going. She'd get help from Alba's friend, and then she'd be able to rest. Sunflower walked faster through the forest, stumbling, and flinching from the pain, yet she continued forward.

I won't die here. I won't die, I won't die.

I won't die.

She repeated this inside her head, focusing on the leaf-covered path ahead of her, the sound of birds and the rustling of leaves going unnoticed by her ears.

Until heavy thunder resounded around her.

Sunflower turned stone cold, her eyes widened and panic bubbled up inside her chest. She darted her head. Left. Right. Behind her? No. In front of her. The steps were getting louder, faster, closer, multiplying in intensity and – oh god, there’s multiple of them – and coming in her direction like a fleeing herd.

She cried out and ran, the pain in her ankle all but forgotten. Behind a tree? Inside the bushes? – The steps got so intense she struggled to keep on her feet. Sunflower ran aimlessly until – There was a hollow by the base of a tree. She ducked inside it and crawled as far away from the entrance as she could, vision obscured by darkness. She covered her arms and legs with mud and dirt, hoping and praying it was enough to hide her scent. Her gut twisted and turned.

If this didn't work, she would die.

Tears scurried down Sunflower’s face, burning as they traveled on the cuts of her cheeks. She pumped air in and out of her lungs, covering her mouth with a trembling hand, smelling the scent of mold and dirt. Don’t cry. Don’t scream. Don’t make a noise. The thundering got louder and closer, but she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t move.

Booming steps followed by ugly laughter echoed above. Sunflower muffled a scream, eyes shooting wide open. There were too many. The nordem were all around her. The earth vibrated with each step, and their deafening voices ringed in her ears. She curled up further, hoping the tree bark would engulf her and swallow her whole.

They chatted about raiding a village as if it was a walk to the market. Bile rose in Sunflower's throat, burning rage threatening to consume her. All that carnage, just for fun?! No. She can't get mad now. Just keep still and they wouldn't find her. Just keep still and –

"Hey, do you smell that?"

"Now that you mention it, the air has some scent to it."

Her eyes threatened to pop from her sockets. Shaking hands, reach for the dirt, scrub it over your skin. They can't hear you – Their hearing is too good – They cannot hear you moving. She picked another clump of mud, shaking so much half of it fell, and rubbed it on her other arm. They can't smell you, they can't –

"I've never smelled a scent like this before." – a gruff voice thundered.

Sunflower's hairs turned up to their ends. It was right outside. She could see its boots in front of the opening. Just stay still. They won't find her. They will walk away. Just stay still.

"Must be an animal."

"Or a different type of kiirian." Another nordem sneered.

“I suggest we look for it.”

“First one to find it gets to keep it.”

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. Sunflower gagged as air escaped her lungs. Her head was banging against her skull. They won't find her they won't find her they won't –

"What are you doing here."

The nordem flinched at the sound of a new voice. It sounded younger than the previous ones, yet just as loud as any other giant, with a gruffness to it.

Not another one! Sunflower scooted away from the hollow’s opening; eyes tightly shut.

"And what do you think we're doing, brat? This is our patrol route!"

"This area has already been covered up." - the younger yet deep voice replied. - "the next patrolling places are supposed to be over there. If you don't wanna miss out on the 'fun', you should head out the other way." – it said matter-of-factly.

A series of growls bellowed above her and she covered her ears with shaky hands.

"Fine! Let's do what the boy says for now."

"Tsk. If there's nothing there..."

"But be careful, kid." – the deepest voice of the group rumbled lowly. – "if what you said is a lie, then you know who's the first person that's gonna hear 'bout it."

Silence.

Sunflower froze. The multiple nordem left, only one remained. The deafening silence stretched between the sequoia trees, and she sucked in the humid air from the hollow. Sunflower cut her whimpers off with a clamped hand over her mouth, holding her breath. Hot tears dampened her hand.

A step. Another one. The earth shook. Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. Bile rose in her throat. The meticulous, slow steps banged against the floor, making trees creak in protest and the leaves on the ground to rise and fall. The earthquakes got louder. It was coming closer. She thought she would vomit. Her vision blurred, her stomach churned, her head pounded each time the heavy steps collided against the soil and – No. It couldn’t have found her. It couldn’t but –

The truth dawned on her. If the other nordem could smell her, then this one could smell her too.

Her eyebrows raised in horror.

"I know you're here."

Sunflower pressed herself deeper into the the tree, heart hammering against her ribs as if begging to escape. It knew. It knew she was there, and the thought suffocated her inside. Was it taunting her? Sunflower couldn't breathe. The air came scarcely in her hurting lungs and tears dripped on the bruised hand that covered her mouth, mingling with dirt and blood. Closing her eyes, the sickening nausea grew deeper. She'd faint if she kept this up. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. No. Sunflower would not die here. She can't. So she forced herself awake.

Maybe, she still had a chance to survive.

The steps grew closer, each impact seemed to reverberate through Sunflower’s very bones. A relentless drumbeat that echoed in her ears. The ground wielded to the beast, trembling beneath its feet and causing dust to rise and itch inside her nostrils. She quivered so violently she couldn't keep her shaking hand pressed against her mouth.

When the earthquakes stopped, her source of light was covered by shadow. The hollow's entrance.

It was right in front of it.

"Come out."

A deep and powerful voice rumbled inside her ears and a shiver crawled up her spine. Sunflower moved her neck to the right, turning her head towards the entrance.

Her breath caught in her throat.

An eye. An orange eye with slitted pupils fixated on her with an intensity that froze her in place. It could see her. It could see her entirely. Her heart tried to break free from inside her bones, hands going cold as tears dripped down her face. She didn't try to contain her sobs anymore as they escaped from her throat and wracked her frame.

"I'll ask one more time. Come out."

The reverberating voice boomed with an even tone. No emotion could be seen from its eye. It commanded her with confidence, knowing that she had no other choice.

She had no other choice.

No. There must be a way. Sunflower turned her back to the eye and dug her nails in the tree wall. She gripped her knife with both hands to steady her shaking and hit the wood repeatedly. She could create a path. The hollow was small. The creature couldn't reach her. It won't reach her. The wood groaned as Sunflower made a dent into it, hitting the tree harder and harder with desperate grunts. She can get out. He won't reach her. She won't die. She can't die.

A deep sigh sounded outside. A gust of wind blew on her back. She shivered, but continued. Just keep going. Trembling hands wielded the knife, creating a fist-sized hole in the tree bark.

Something small fell to the ground next to her with a tap. She flinched. Turning to her right, she saw it: a white seed, as small as a pine, sank under the earth.

What is that?

Thorns sprouted from the dirt and shoved Sunflower away from the tree wall. She yelped and scrambled up, but another branch emerged from a seed and pushed her away. Screaming, she crawled back towards the spot, digging her boots and her hands between the plants, but they formed a wall in front of her that pushed and pulled until she fell, sending her to the entrance. Towards the nordem.

The roots forced Sunflower to face it, watching that unexpressive orange eye grow as she came closer. She writhed and struggled in vain, the vines pushing her with a force that no common plant could, thorns cutting her arms and back and dragging her forward, even as she dug her boot in the earth and pushed back against it with all her strength. The eye got bigger and bigger as she approached it, slitted pupils shrinking as it focused on her. She shook her head from side to side.

"No! No!! PLEASE!! –"

The eye was gone. A calloused palm appeared in her field of vision. No matter how much she struggled, the vines wouldn't bulge. She was dumped on the awaiting hand as it curled around her waist, trapping her in a loose fist. Her stomach plummeted as she was raised in the air, wind blowing inside her ears. Even if she was trapped, even if her heart wanted to leap out of her, Sunflower fought, feet dangling underneath her. Her arms were free and she clawed and punched the hard skin, yet no matter how much force she used, not a single scratch was made on it.

The motion stopped and she encountered its face, seeing the pair of eyes that stared at her without an ounce of emotion. She shivered under the nordem's grip, sobbing, pounding her fists against its hand.

"No! I beg you! Don't kill me!!"

The nordem opened its mouth to speak, but choked on its unspoken words. The forest got silent as Sunflower wavered up and down. The stillness and the shaking of its hand made her open her tear-stricken eyes, looking up.

The giant stared at her with widened eyes, its irises darting left and right. Color drained from its massive face as he looked at her like she's a ghost.

The contrast of its expression made her catch details of its features, a sickening nausea growing in her insides.

The orange eyes. The tanned skin. The short, spiky auburn hair.

Her body froze solid, her eyebrows shot up, dread and recognition flashing through her eyes.

No. No. Anyone but him – !

The nordem's lips trembled as it opened his mouth, exhaling over her. Sharp teeth appeared as it spoke, and the pang in her chest stung harder.

"...Sun...?" It whispered; doubt laced its deep, booming voice.

"Juhren..." - she quavered back his name.

...

Time was running out. His chest got heavy as each breath seemed harder and harder to take. His change would be today. He's sure. He knew that his eleventh birthday would be the last he'd celebrate with his friend.

He'd never see Sunflower again.

He stopped by the clearing where they always met. She wasn't there yet. Juhren tightened his grip around the flower crown necklace, its delicate petals protected by a square glass casing. Would he even be able to use it anymore? Would he even be able to see his friend's gift? He kneeled and steadied his heaving breaths, heart beating faster and faster as minutes tickled by and as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Everything hurt. From his bones to his muscles, even the simple movement of breathing made him clutch his eyes shut in pain. If he let himself unchecked, he'll grow. Just keep himself together, until he can see Sun. Until he can say goodbye to her.

Why was she taking so long?

Just when the thought of leaving crossed Juhren's mind, he saw Sunflower walking towards him. Hugging a book with a tight grip. Her face somber and serious.

"Sun? What happened?" - he said in a trembling, gentle tone, hoping it'd hide the pain he felt deep inside his bones.

She threw the heavy book on the ground in front of him and opened it with a forceful motion. Her eyes were glinting with anger. For someone so small, she looked terrifying. Dread sank deeper in him.

What was going on?

"Look at it." - she pointed at the page.

The book showed the nordem.

His heart sank and his mouth went dry. The pain under his joints screamed louder as if reacting to the information.

She found out.

Sunflower found out what he is.

"Why did you hide it from me?!" She shouted at him, cowering as bitter tears streamed down her face.

"Sun, wait! I-I can explain-"

"NO! I trusted you!!" She cried out.

Sunflower trembled as she shook her head incredulously, tears scurrying down her face. Juhren reached a hand out to her. She was so much shorter than him now. How would she react when...?

As he thought, it's impossible. She'd be terrified. She would never…

Sunflower shouted at him again.

"W-was that your plan? Lure me out so you could kill me?"

"No! I'd never do anything like that!

"Liar!"

Sunflower walked backwards towards the path where she had come from. She sobbed loudly, her face a mix of sadness and anger. Juhren wanted to run after her, to hug her and say he'd never hurt her. Ever.

But she was right. He lied to her.

The pain in his heart grew stronger.

He didn't deserve to see her anymore.

Sunflower's face changed to betrayal. She turned her back to him and ran away, not before saying those two words that would stick into his mind like weeds in fertile soil.

"You're a monster."

...

He uttered her name and went silent, the grip around her loosening slightly. That previously unexpressive face now had guilt charging its monumental features. Sunflower found that ironic. The feelings from those bygone days felt like a distant memory, its wounds all but healed. But now that he was before her, gigantic and menacing like every other beast, she couldn’t help but laugh inside at the absurdity of it all. That pitiful face didn’t match him. Didn’t match the likes of his loathsome kind.

Sunflower looked down and smiled bitterly, her downcast eyes focusing on the flesh all around her.

"It's like I've said that time..." - she mumbled. Her hometown flashed back in her mind, the visage of those animals destroying it with joy in their faces. Sunflower wondered if Juhren was there, grinning alongside them in their bloodthirsty rampage. Her heart grew heavy.

"…Guess you're really a monster after all."

Juhren sucked in a breath and the fear inside Sunflower resurfaced all the way back with a chill down her spine. Oh no. Did she say too much? But just as Sunflower flinched and closed her eyes, a powerful gust of wind blew around her as she was brought down to the ground.

Sunflower scrambled up, backing away from the nordem that stood up and towered over her. Craning her neck up and up and up, Sunflower felt cold as she took in Juhren's massive height. Gosh, he looked unrecognizable, his appearance no different from the beasts she saw. He became just like them. His torso was covered by the leather strap of his shoulder armor, black pants tied by a leather belt, with multiple bottles of seeds attached to it. On his back he carried two axes that were as tall as a house. The only recognizable features, the hair and his eyes, turned obscure as his face stretched out far above her. He became emotionless like before, the stillness making her think he’d step on her in cold blood.

Just as she was readying herself to run for her life, he spoke in that thunderous voice. Not a trace of the voice she remembered.

Sunflower knew for certain, this nordem had no trace of the friend she once knew.

"You're right. I am."

Her eyes widened and her lips trembled while she stepped away, her neck almost breaking from looking so high up.

"Go."

That powerful command snapped Sunflower out of her shock and she didn't give a second thought before bolting to the opposite direction, even as her ankle throbbed and she stumbled, running as far as her legs could take her.

She was right. She was right from the very beginning. Their friendship was a mistake. She knew it was back in that day. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Then why, why? Flashes of their childhood, their bright smiles as they played together, all the things they talked about, all the things he showed her – Why? The tears dried as she ran faster. Was all of it a trick? Was all of it fake? Did none of that matter to him? Are the nordem so despicable once they grow that they dismiss any memory they’ve made with those smaller than themselves? She trusted him. She trusted him. That feeling of betrayal resurfaced, the healed remains of that buried wound aching deep inside her chest.

Yet a lingering thought, albeit too small for her conscious mind to notice, slowly but surely stilled its place deep inside her:

Why did he let me go?

Sunflower looked behind her. But when she saw that the large silhouette was nowhere to be found, she turned forward, the drifting thoughts all but gone.

And she ran. Never once looking back.

…

It's been a while since she disappeared in the woods. Her smell vanished from the spot ages ago. Yet, for some reason, he expected to recognize a blur of green and yellow somewhere, as if she had no sense of self-preservation. Only that for her to return to someone like him.

He’s still so naive.

Juhren looked down at his hand, clenching and unclenching it as if a phantom of her was still in his grip. The annoying knot inside his throat didn't want to go away, and that dull ache settled its place in his chest. He sighed, closing his eyes. Opening them again.

And turned around, back to the way he came from.

#gtwac #wacprompts #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #g/t fearplay #fearplay #g/t angst #coffeh writes #oc: juhren #oc: sunflower

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rainbowrocketquotes · 8 months

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Maxie, cracking every single bone in his body: Damn I just snap crackle popped my entire body like a rice crispy treat or a fucking glow stick I'll start glowing any minute now, hopefully I glow red.

Cyrus:

Maxie:

Cyrus: pardon?

#.submissions #rainbow rocket #team rainbow rocket #incorrect pokemon #incorrect quotes #incorrect rainbow rocket #cyrus #team galactic boss cyrus #cyrus pokemon #pokemon cyrus #galactic boss cyrus #magma boss maxie #team magma maxie #leader maxie #maxie pokemon #maxie

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satansamwriting · 7 months

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hewoo I was wondering if you still had those request open and if you could do (mk11) Raiden x chaosrealmer! male reader please?

Dark Raiden with MChaosrealmer reader

Hiya! You are the first to ask me for a male reader, which I was quite excited about!

On a small note, for those who are wondering the same, I don't think all ever close my resquest so feel free to send an ask anytime.

Anyway, I didn't know which Raiden you wanted since in Mk11 there's dark raiden or past raiden. So I chose the one I thought would be funnier to write. Also you didn't specify if you wanted a headcanon or not sooooo I wrote you a small story instead. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Disclaimer : As usual, English ain't my native language. There might be mistakes in this and I apologize for them.

Trigger warning : Blood and Gore

Perched upon a large tree, a man gleefully observed the small earthrealmers below. The group seemed to be playing some kind of game. However, what had captivated the man was the chaos they had created.

It reminded him of his home. The home he had left behind in order to explore, to see what chaos looked like in the other realms.

Standing, (Y/n) stretched, ready to start researching for chaos elsewhere. A loud cracking noise forced him to glance upward, just in time to notice the red lighting bolt coming his way.

(Y/n) vision went white. His muscles contracted, the shock paralyzing him. Unable to keep his balance, (Y/n) fell backward. A sickening crunch made him wince as he crashed on the ground.

Blinking away the black dots in his vision, the man stared at his broken arm. Well, more like a shattered arm than a broken one.The sight wasn’t pretty. Parts of the bones were sticking out here and there while blood dripped from the open wounds. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) slowly reassemble his arm, mending broken bones back together. Testing the arm once it was restored, (Y/n) nodded to himself for a job well done. Finally, he let his eyes wander around, taking in his new surroundings.

A few feet away from him stood a man. His red glowing eyes were fixed on (Y/n). Electricity coursed over the man’s body.

“Your race is not welcome on earthrealm, leave before I run out of mercy.”

As if to prove his point, the man raised his staff and brought it down to the ground, producing waves of lightning bolts. In what supposedly was a move to frighten the chaosrealmer into retreating back, it only helped strengthen the interest of the man. He felt the chaos within the stranger. It was enticing.

Standing nonchalantly, (Y/n) smirked at the fury in the other’s eyes.

“Bring it on.”

(Y/n) hadn’t had that much fun in a while. The fight was erratic. The man, (Y/n) would realize after closer inspection was in fact Lord Raiden, fought with clouded eyes. Anger fuelled his every move, making him unpredictable. Grey clouds covered the once sunny sky, darkening the surroundings. Laughter escaped (Y/n) lips as he deflected yet another one of Raiden’s lighting bolts.

For a while, the two danced around each other, exchanging punches left and right. It seemed like neither was gaining on the other, fighting on equal force. But as the kombat persisted, the chaosrealmer sensed his energy depleting.

Raiden swung his staff, hitting the man across the chest. Breathless, (Y/n) fell to his knees, an arm thrown around his stomach protectively.

Deafening thunder echoed in the sky, before lightning bolts fell like heavy rain, ravaging (Y/n) body. The pain was excruciating.The man felt as if molten lava was poured onto his skin. Painful whimpers escaped his scarred lips, but the Thunder God wasn’t satisfied with this. Taking advantage of the weakened state of (Y/n), Raiden took hold of his head and with a powerful push, snapped the chaosrealmer’s neck.

Calm settled back around them. For a moment, only the harsh breathing of the god could be heard. Slowly, the grey clouds dispersed, revealing the blue sky behind. Staring at the unmoving body of the chaosrealmer, Raiden scoffed.

“Perhaps I should deal with your realm personally.”

Turning tails, Raiden prepared himself to leave when a gurgling chuckle stopped him. Electric red eyes watched slightly horrified as the man thought to be dead slowly raised from the ground. Burnt fingers wrapped themselves around the head of the chaosrealmer. In one quick movement, the man snapped his neck back into place, spitting a mouthful of blood afterward. Grinning from ear to ear, the man cocked his head to the side almost playfully.

“Leaving so soon?"

(Y/n) skin healed from the nasty burns. In a matter of time, the man looked just like he used to be before the fight. Only the dried blood on his skin and chin remain unchanged.

Preparing himself for another round of kombat, the man frowned when the god turned away, his attention taken elsewhere.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Lightning formed around the god’s wrist, swirling like a small tornado.

“Don’t think I’m done with you.” He spat before a blinding light enveloped him. With that, the god was gone. The promise of other fights to come made (Y/n) smile.

Whenever their path crossed afterwards, the two of them would be at each other’s throat. One with the intention of ridding earthrealm of the potential threat the chaosrealmer could become, the other for fun and the pleasure it brought him. Unknowingly for them, the more they fought each other, the closer they became.

During one of their many kombat, a civilian was caught in the crossfire. Having been at the wrong place at the wrong time, the poor woman had walked through the park just as Raiden threw his staff.

Were it not from (Y/n) who caught glimpses of the woman as he avoided the weapon, she would have been impaled by the weapon. With inhuman speed, (Y/n) ran to her and pushed the woman out of the way.

He felt his skin tear and his bone break as the staff impaled him. A part of him was impressed with the strength of Raiden's throw as the weapon pinned him to the ground. Blood bubbled up in his mouth forcing him to throw up. Fire seemed to ignite whenever he tried to breathe.Through unfocussed eyes, (Y/n) searched for the woman. When he came up empty, he was relieved. She got away unharmed. At least, that’s what he hoped for.

“Why save her life?”

A slight pressure was applied on the staff making (Y/n) wheezed while his legs involuntarily twitch from the pain. One of his lungs was definitely pierced. Which would explain the constant blood dripping from his mouth and the hellish sensation as he breathed. Hands on the staff, (Y/n) stared in front of him. His blurred vision could barely perceive the red glowing eyes of the god. Trapped on the ground, he was at the mercy of the god. Raiden stared at him for a while, twisting his staff one way or the other in order to elicit a response from (Y/n) .

“Why…not?”

Muffling a scream as he was forced upward by the staff being yanked from the ground, he stood on shaky legs. His grip on the weapon kept slipping from the amount of blood staining his hands. The god, however, made no move to completely remove the impaling object from (Y/n).

Despite the pain, (Y/n) knew he would heal from this injury. Raiden was not the first to impale him with something. He survived much worse. Well, he would survive this only if the god doesn't disincorporate him while he's out. Which, giving it some thoughts, was most likely to happen. Death, however, was the ultimate chaos in all living things. For that matter, (Y/n) did not fear it, he embraced it. Wet coughing escaped his smiling lips. Without thinking, (Y/n) gripped the staff firmly and pushed forward. The burning and stretching was suffocating but he held on. Now closer to the god, he could see his face better. Devoid of his usual grumpy expression, Raiden's bore no emotion.

Using the last shred of strength he had left, (Y/n) leaned toward Raiden, bringing his bloodied lips to the god’s. As consciousness slipped from his grasp, the chaosrealmer broke away in order to glance at the god one last time.

“Guess…you win this one.”

The words left his mouth before darkness enveloped him.

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Perched on a large tree, (Y/n) hummed to himself as he watched the soldiers below train. Finding the view quite boring, the chaosrealmer plucked a nut from the leaves. A smirk on his face, he threw the nut at one of the soldiers.

Almost instantly, the soldier turned toward the closest person and shouted accusations their way. Being innocent in all of this, the other soldier shouted back. One thing escalated to another and soon the two were at each other's throat. Accidentally hitting the woman soldier beside them as they fought, she retaliated with a punch. More and more soldiers joined in the fight.

“Now this is much better.”

(Y/n) laughed, enjoying the chaos that ensued. As much as he took pleasure in observing the fight, there was a reason why he came to this place. He had hoped that, by causing chaos around the camp, it would have attracted the attention of a certain person. After all, the god had shown him mercy that day.

(Y/n) remembered waking up, surprise and confusion taking over him. He had been so sure the god would have taken the opportunity to get rid of him once and for all. However, not only did he leave him there, the chaosrealmer suspected the god had a say in his recovery. (Y/n) placed a hand on the healed wound. Days, even months had gone by after this, with no signs of Raiden. Well, if the god refused to come to him, (Y/n) would.Under the warm sunlight, the chaosrealmer left his hiding spot.

As expected, two soldiers guarded the entrance of the camp. Although, he was astonished to see how quickly the two were incapacitated. Frankly, (Y/n) thought those men and women were better trained than this. Either they truly didn't see him coming or he simply overestimated Earthrealm's defenders. Staring at the unconscious soldiers, (Y/n) shook his head before moving on.

He hated how the place was in order, not a single thing out of place. It made his skin crawl. The sight of it reminded him of a nasty realm that was constantly trying to rule over his own. Passing yet another neatly arranged set of tents, (Y/n) sighed. These people would never get to experience true freedom.

It took a long time before one soldier noticed the trespasser. (Y/n) wasn’t hiding either. Walking in plain sight, for all to see and yet not once before did anyone question his presence. Until one soldier did. The man fought better than the two guarding the entrance. Giving a parcel of hope back.

Eventually, more soldiers joined in the kombat, much to (Y/n) utter pleasure. He tried his best not to work the men and women too much, after all he was only there to attract the attention of the god. A shame really.

Basking in the chaos, (Y/n) groaned when a bullet pierced through his tight. Another one lodged itself in his right shoulder making him lose his momentum. By now, multiple soldiers surrounded him, their guns raised ready to shoot in case (Y/n) wasn’t standing down. Party poopers the lot of them.

Smiling even as one of the soldiers hit his head with the butt of their gun, the chaosrealmer let them restrain him. Forced to stand up, his eyes grew with excitement when thunder roared above. Not two seconds later, a bright red lightning bolt descended from the sky. In its wake stood the man (Y/n) was interested in.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Locking eyes with the god, (Y/n) couldn’t stop his smile from growing even more.

“You usually don’t let me roam around earthrealm for a whole month without a fight.”

Dislocating his shoulders and twisting his arms in unnatural ways to get away from the soldiers holding him, (Y/n) relished in the sounds of disgust his captors made.

“Just thought since you always come to me, why not come to you this time.”

The god said nothing, his face remaining stone cold while his eyes glanced around the many unconscious soldiers littering the ground. Some had nasty cuts and bruises, while others had broken arms or broken legs. Finally, his eyes went back to (Y/n). Soldiers waited with anticipation, wondering what the powerful Thunder God would do.

Raiden raised his staff into the air, electricity swirling around the weapon before he brought it down.The same blinding light enveloped them. However, this time, when (Y/n) blinked, he found himself in a completely new area. He was alone, with the Thunder God. They were on each other seconds later.

Usually their kombat was bloody and violent. Both trying to injure and even kill the other. But this was not one of those fights. There were least cheap moves, less electricity and not a single drop of blood was shed, apart from the fight with the soldiers.

The staff was knocked away quite early into the kombat. Having landed somewhere nearby but Raiden didn’t seem to care.

Gaining the upper hand, (Y/n) tackled the god to the ground. Straddling his chest in order to prevent him from moving, (Y/n) took hold of the god’s wrist pinning them above his head. Heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent area. On an impulsive decision, (Y/n) crashed their lips together. The kiss was a battle of its own, filled with teeth hitting against each other and harmful bites. Making the mistake of letting his guard down, (Y/n) felt the lightning before seeing it.

Letting go of Raiden’s hand, the god took the opportunity to flip them over. A large hand wrapped itself around (Y/n) throat while the other pinned the man’s wrist above his head.

“Why did you heal me that day?” (Y/n) asked, his eyes glued to the red ones.

Under the god, (Y/n) took notice of the missing hat. He wondered when the god had lost it and if Raiden had noticed as well.

Distracted, he couldn’t help the small yelp that left his lips as a tingling sensation coursed through his body. Wriggling under the god’s strong hold, he felt the hand around his throat tighten. It wasn’t that the sensation of electricity flowing through him was unpleasant, far from it, it was just strange, almost soothing. (Y/n) eyes focused on Raiden's hand. The god was sending tiny electric charges down his body. Soon, the two bullet holes from earlier closed, and any remaining injuries healed. Once the god was done, he leaned forward brushing his lips against the other’s.

“Why not?”

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virusinfected-memes · 2 years

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TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”

“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”

“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I don’t!”

“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”

“Can necromancers heal depression?”

“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”

“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”

“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest...”?”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”

“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”

“Holy shit... I’M the demon living in my house?”

“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”

“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”

“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”

“I don’t really feel like existing today.”

“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”

“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”

“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”

“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”

“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”

“If your computer has malware... that’s me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.”

“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”

“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”

“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”

“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”

“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”

“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”

“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”

“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”

“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”

“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”

“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”

“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”

“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can... force it to be Halloween.”

“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”

“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”

“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”

“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”

“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”

“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”

“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”

“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”

“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”

“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”

“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”

“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”

“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.��

“Protect me from what I want.”

“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”

“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”

“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”

“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”

“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”

“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”

“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”

“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”

“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”

“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”

“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”

“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”

“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”

“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”

“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”

“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”

“What does your soul look like?”

“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””

“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”

“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”

“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”

“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”

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shhh-secret-time · 1 month

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We're back with another Soulmate AU request AND another request from AO3, they're so rare these days! I wanted to do something special for Craig, I kind of feel like he'd be a fuck destiny kinda guy. Anyway y'all know the drill.

Warning: Hot Pokemon takes, Strong-Language, Clyde being a dork again

Pairing: Craig x GN!Reader

Crack

"Hm.."

Snap

"Dude. Stop."

Pop

"Dude! Stop!"

Clyde's voice pulls Craig's gaze over, the bored expression on his face would normally make anyone flinch back but Clyde's used to the look. Years of friendship with the stoic man will desensitize anyone to that kind of look. Craig swears it's just because Clyde's an idiot, no one else in South Park takes that kind of tone with him.

"You sound like a glow-stick over there! I swear you've already popped all those fingers a minute ago, are you on your knuckles now or something?" Clyde puts his DS down on his lap with a grumble.

He's slouched so far down on Craig's couch it looks like he's melting into it, the lower half of his body is barely on the couch at all. He's all but holding himself up with his legs while his back rests on the firm cushions beneath him. He looked like a slinky being tossed down the stairs, but if it got stuck going down a step.

"You're in my house." Craig responded so matter of fact.

Then he finished cracking the hand he was in the middle of working on. He presses his thumb against each finger on his hand. Once each little finger makes that satisfying sound, he wraps his hand around the other and squeezes. His thumb and index finger settle just below the knuckles, feeling the muscles and bone shift under his grip a shiver runs down his spine.

"Gaaaaaah! That doesn't hurt you? You're gonna fuck up your hands man." Clyde physically squirms at the sound, twisting and rolling back and forth as if he's trying to escape the sound.

"No. I like it." Craig picks his DS up from his lap and continues playing on the little handheld device.

"Alright but when you have old grandpa hands at the age of twenty-five don't come crying to me. Spongebob broken finger head-ass." Clyde smirks, returning to the game with his friend.

Craig side eyes him, shooting a small glare his direction but it goes unnoticed. Once again, Clyde is lucky he's one of his best friends. Being stupid makes you brave apparently.

The two fall into a comfortable silence, the music from Clyde's DS playing loudly while Craig's is shut off. The sound of both games going on at once drove Craig mad. If the music didn't line up it felt like someone jabbing him in the head. So, he settled for listening to Clyde's, he knew the brown-haired man liked the Pokemon sound track anyway. A small tradition they started in middle school that's held up. Playing Pokemon next to each other on the weekends, if one got Green the other got Red. If one got Sapphire, the other got Ruby. Right now, Craig has Diamond, and he has Pearl.

Craig was no means a perfectionist, but something about the incomplete Pokedex drove him mad. He hated looking at the black silhouette of a Pokemon uncaught, the taunting ??? made him want to spike the thing into the ground. They would spend hours next to one another talking about their teams, racing to see who could beat the Elite Four before the other, making fun of each other's favorite Pokemon. Craig long since beat the game and was just waiting on Clyde to catch up, he was still waiting on Clyde to catch his Slowpoke like he promised him forever ago.

Clyde was a Slowpoke.

He chuckles at the thought making Clyde look up at him with his brow raised but he chooses not to say anything. After a while Craig closes his DS and chooses to watch Clyde walk around the tall grass.

"You're using the Scyther I traded you?" he asks, resting his cheek on top of Clyde's head. Holding himself up right now sounded exhausting, Clyde made the perfect head rest. Even if he wasn't slumped down on the couch, their height difference allowed for it. To be fair Craig's height difference allowed him to do this to just about anyone. The only person he couldn't comfortably do this too would be Broflovski.

"Yeah! He’s my favorite! He's a handsome devil, reminds me of myself!" Clyde tucks his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, the smug smirk on his lips makes his face look stupid.

"Do you wanna evolve him? You can trade him over and we can turn him into a Scizor."

"Nah, then I'll lose all the affection I've been building him with! Look I've got two little hearts by his head! He loves me man!"

"You can build it back."

"Maybe you can toss away your Pokemon’s affection, but not me Tucker! He doesn't need to change! He's perfect the way he is!" Clyde exclaims as he throws his hand in the air.

Craig's about to respond but stops when Clyde encounters another Pokemon, a Pachirisu nothing out of the normal. But what was out of the normal was the stripe on its tail wasn't the typical baby blue, it was a bright pink. Craig's eyes widen as the sparkles swirl around the little animated creature.

And typical Clyde just button mashes through the whole thing, he's not paying attention to the DS, going on about his love for his Scyther. His thumb moves over the attack button and Craig wants to grab his hand to stop him. But once again he's not fast enough, and the low leveled thing is easily defeated by his level sixty something Pokemon.

"Um dude...you know I love hugs and all, but I thought you hated them?" Clyde's voice is muffled under Craig. Craig has him pinned under him against the couch, chest pressed into his side, arm outstretched to grab the DS.

"Dude! That was a shiny! You could have caught that!" Craig's exclaims shaking the man under him.

"What?! Oh man! I didn't know!"

"How the fuck didn't you know?! It sparkled! It's fucking pink!"

"Uh...was it?"

"What?" Craig stops shaking him at that, tightened fists around his collar loosen only slightly.

"I didn't know, you know I'm color-blind right?" Clyde takes the opportunity to sit up, he chuckles at Craig's expression.

Although rare, it's not unheard of. Craig isn't a robot, or a man born without emotions, he just has a hard time expressing them sometimes. Clyde knows that, but it's still funny every time he sees that crack in Craig's usual stoic nature. Even more so that it was over a stupid video game and Clyde's inability to see color.

So instead of responding to him Craig shakes his head and furrows his brows, confusion written clear on his face.

"Yeah man," Clyde takes a breath in between cackling. "I'm completely color blind, lost it when we were in high school. It's my soulmate thing. I see in black and white now." He waves his hand over his face with a dorky grin.

He doesn't respond at first, taking a moment to take in what his best friend was saying. "I just thought you dressed like that on purpose."

"Come on dude! Would it kill you to say something nice to me?! Just oNCE!?" Clyde smacks him with the cushion tucked behind him which Craig uses to beat him back.

After a brutal beat down using a couch cushion, Craig pulls back the weapon and looks down at the defeated pile of Donovan further pressed into his couch. He sits back with his leg pulled up towards his chest, arm thrown lazily across his knee.

"So, you can't see color because you haven't met your soulmate? That sounds rough."

"Yeah, it kinda sucks, it's gonna sound gay but I miss seeing things like the sunset and movies are kinda lame now. I still wear this jacket because at least I know it's red." Clyde collects himself and tries to fix his hair that's been flattened down.

"Hm." A low grunt and Craigs on his feet.

To anyone else it would be the end of the conversation, it would be their que to move on and talk about something else. But Clyde isn't just anyone. He's the guy who's been with Craig since they were kids, he knows that grunt. That shift in body language. Craig's uncomfortable but wants to say something.

"Come on Tucker Bear don't be like that, tell me what's going on." The nickname earns him a glare, but it stops the black haired man from going to the kitchen. He grins at him in return, telling Craig that he's getting what he wants.

"What have I told you about calling me that?"

"That you love it so much and you're so grateful that your best friend would give you the best nickname ever." The sentence is almost cut short from the way he scrambles back away from Craig, holding his hands up defensively. His voice is cracking from the way he tries to keep the giggle out of it.

Craig stops and sighs, his hands come up to the strings on the side of his hat. The frayed yellow rope splitting at the ends from how often he twists it between his fingertips. He does it when he needs to collect his thoughts, figure out a way to put them into words.

".... you didn't tell me you got your Soulmate thing." It finally comes out in a soft tone.

"Are you upset because I didn't tell you? I'm sorry man." Clyde's silly demeanor drops, quickly shifting to one that matches his friend’s tone. He stands up and follows him into the kitchen.

"No. I just..." A pause and he opens the fridge door. Scanning the inside for something to drink, his mouth is incredibly dry right now. "...didn't know. I thought you were like me."

"Like you?"

"Like...born without a mark or whatever."

"Oh."

That's all he can say, all that comes out of his mouth. Craig snaps the can of soda open and takes a sip and it feels like a rock settling in his stomach. His lips press together tasting the sugary drink on his lips. The rock in his stomach lurches up when he sees Clyde's eyes well up with tears, little beads of water spilling from his lids. For the second time that day, he makes Craig's eyes widen.

"Are you crying?"

He quickly goes to wipe the tears away from his brown eyes, the little orbs always looked like a baby cow's. Using the sleeves on his jacket, he sniffles and looks up at him. "It's just- you don't have a soulmate!"

"Yeah, I know."

"That's so sad dude!"

"I guess."

He sobs again, the tears spill faster and harder down his face. Craig sighs and gives into the over dramatic man an awkward pat on the back. The rest of the day was spent calming Clyde down and reassuring him that he wasn't actually angry at him for killing the shiny. They watch a few episodes of Red Racer where Craig describes the colors for him until he got tired of it.

All through the day the conversation gnawed at the back of his head. It followed him to bed and kept him from sleeping. Clyde refused to go home so he spent the night on the floor next to him. Didn't want to sleep on the couch but didn't want to sleep in the bed with him. Wanted to be near but not close enough to make Craig want to peel his skin off. He appreciated the idiot.

But it was that idiots fault he was thinking so hard on this. Why was he born without a soul-mate tic, or thing or whatever the fuck it was called. Were there others like him or was Craig Tucker really that just unlucky? Why did he care so much, he made it this far in life by himself. So why was it just now starting to eat at him?

With a huff he turned and rolled over towards the window next to his bed, staring up at the night sky. The moon was half full today, and it was cloudy out so he could barely see the stars. He was a grown man majoring in Astronomy, he didn't need a stupid mark to tell him where to go and who to be with. He could still see color fine. No flowers were blooming out of his face making his allergies act up.

No, it was just him. Just him and whatever was out there waiting for him. Right now, he really wanted it to be sleep.

Eventually he gave in to the tired behind his eyes, lids so heavy he couldn’t keep them open anymore but burned when he finally closed them. Clyde was gone the next morning when he finally woke up, he left him a text saying he was going to pick his sister up and do something with her.

It didn't matter he had class to get to anyway, the semester was in full swing, and he didn't have time to fall behind. As he gets ready, pulling his blue hat over his head and the matching NASA jacket over his shoulders, he peers down at his DS left on the side table. He picks it up and tucks it into the pockets of the jacket, in between classes he could wait in the lounge and play on it a little more. There wasn't much left to do but he could always grind his team to a hundred.

Once he feels ready, he steps out of his house and starts the walk to the bus stop. Ever since he moved out of his parents the walk to the college campus took a little longer than normal, so it was easier to just ride the bus there. He sticks his headphones in and settles in the worn-out seats of the dirty looking white bus. Somehow cleaner than the yellow ones from when he was still a teenager, but not by much. The music from his DS playing in his ears drowns out the sounds of people mumbling to themselves and whatever other weird thing South Park could throw at him.

It also drowns out your footsteps. Drowns out your question if the seat next to him was taken. So, it isn't until he feels you sitting next to him that he notices you're there. He side-eyes you for a moment, which you return with a little nod. A part of him is relieved when you don't immediately try to make small talk with him. Instead, you offer him a little smile and go back to the book in your hand. His eyes green eyes travel down to peek at what it is you're reading, and he's surprised when instead of a textbook he sees a comic.

Guardians of the Galaxy

From the angle you were holding it, he couldn't tell exactly what issue you were on, but the cover looked good. He cocks his head to the side a little to get a better look. Feeling his eyes on you, you look up at him and raise a brow. It takes a second, but you piece together what he's trying to do so you close the comic and show it off to him.

You're on an issue he's already read through. He removes the headphones from his ear.

"I didn't think anyone else read the Guardians series." Craig says, it's out of pocket for him to be the first to initiate but the thought of meeting someone who's a fan like him is actually exciting. It's enough to pull him out of his little mental funk.

"Yeah! I just started collecting these issues last week! Have you read this series?" You say with a smile that’s a little too bright for him.

He nods again at you, and that's where the conversation should have ended. You go back to your reading, and he goes back to his game. But it doesn't, you lean over and catch a glimpse at what he's playing. He watches the recognition sparkle up in your eyes.

"Oh, which one is that? Gen five, right?"

"Yeah. It's Diamond."

"Oh! Cool! I've got Platinum! I gotta default to the third one because I don't have friends who play the game!" You laugh at your own joke, eyes going from the DS to his.

Craig stares down at you for a while. He sets the DS in his lap and pushes the palm of his hand against his fingers. Hands popping and snapping again, the little tic making him relax. You don't comment like Clyde does, but you are still talking.

"Gen five has to be my favorite in the series! I just couldn't get into Black and White!" That makes him stop and look at you like you're crazy.

"That's the best one in the series though."

"That's what everyone tells me, but I hated the starters!"

Time slips past him, the way you pull him into the conversation so naturally. It isn't until the bus pulls up to the campus that he realizes he's been talking to you the entire time. You perk up when the bus lets out a sigh and a hiss, telling its passengers that they've reached their destination.

"Oh, this is my stop! Hey, it was awesome talking with you!" You grin and stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

You give him a little finger salute and take off, you're so quick to scurry away he doesn't have time to tell you that this is his stop too. Of course he's never noticed you around campus before, Craig was never one to waste his energy on things that didn't require it. He had his select group of friends and was happy with that, but now here you were wedging your way into his mind. As he stands up to get off the bus, lazily throwing the headphones over his neck, it dawns on him that he didn't even catch your name.

Oh well, so much for that. Maybe he'd see you around.

The universe must have answered that for him because the next morning he sees you on the bus again. He watches as you push past the isle of seats and plop down next to him with another book in your hand. A different issue, a different conversation. There are days where you sit in silence doing your own thing. Then there are days where you talk his ear off and he just sits and listens, occasionally throwing in his thoughts on whatever you're talking about.

But he listens. That was new, normally he just tends to zone out if he doesn't care. Somehow you find a way to make him care, a way to make him invested in the conversation. He even goes out of his way to learn your name and what you're studying.

"Ah it's just general studies right now, a little bit of everything until I figure out what I wanna do. I wasn't even planning on going to college, it just kinda happened." You tell him leaning back in your seat.

"What, so you just woke up one day and decided that was it?" Craig scoffs a bit at the idea but the amused glint in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Heh. Well Mr. Space-boy not all of us know what we wanna do with life from the womb." You snicker at his reaction, tallying another eyeroll in your head.

"It's Space-Man. I'm Space-Man Craig." He corrects you before moving on, so you don't comment on the little pink hue on his face. "I get that but how do you go from I'm not going to college, to just doing it?"

You smile, it's different than the dorky one you usually shoot at him or the one when you tell a bad joke. It almost seems sad. He can't put his finger on it, but he doesn't need to wait long for you to roll up your sleeve. On your wrist is a font that looks almost like an alarm clock, the block black ink reads "0:00".

"Had this guy I was with. Was with him for six years, we were high-school sweethearts, prom date, whole nine yards. They were my soulmate, the little counter on my wrist told me that much." You take a deep breath, and he watches the way your fingers move across the skin.

He pops his fingers again, pushing them against each other.

"Well, about a year ago I realized...I kinda hated it? Hated the fact this stupid mark on my body got to dictate who I fell in love with? I mean we didn't even have anything in common, and while we never really argued we just had a different outlook on life. I think a part of me still loves him, but...I can't really love him in the way this thing wants me to." You emphasize that you're talking about the marking on your skin by holding it up.

Little rays of sunlight brush across your skin and Craig can't help but follow it. You had a soulmate, of course you did. He feels that rock in his stomach again, weighing heavier than it did last time. The week he got where he wasn't thinking about this whole thing was nice, but now that he's reminded his body tenses back up.

He cracks his fingers again, squeezing the side of the palm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you." He raises a brow at you silently asking you what you mean by that. "Call it a sixth sense, or the fact that you pop your fingers and do that little Hm when you're thinking about something. So, I figured you were annoyed by the random dump."

You were more attentive than he would have given you credit for. He hasn't known you that long and you're already picking up on things that took Clyde years to. Then again, Clyde and attentive don't really go hand in hand.

"No, it's not you. It's the..." He rolls his wrist a few times trying to find the words, fingers eventually find purchase on the strings of his hat dangling by his face. "Soul-mate thing. I don't have one."

"Ah yeah, I can see how that's a weird topic for you then! But hey that's kind of cool!" You beam up at him, the sunlight slips off your wrists and onto your lips.

Wait, what?

"You get to pick who you wanna love, that's awesome. That means the connection goes deeper! You gotta build something with someone, nothing telling you to just jump straight into a relationship! No pressure, just you and the other person!" Your eyes are like little stars as you speak. A tiny galaxy that he can't seem to pull himself out of.

Wait, what?

Like clockwork, the bus stops and you go to get up. Except this time Craig is fast enough, he takes your hand. His fingers slip into your palm and stop you from moving. Your finger salute falls back to your side. He just looks at you for a while, the only thing he can hear right now is the collection of people getting off the bus and his own heartbeat drumming in his chest.

"If you're not getting off, I need you to sit down please!" The bus driver makes you flinch and sit back down next to Craig.

"Sorry sir!" You call back.

When you look back at him with a confused look, he freezes again. His mouth hangs open for a second, only to close. He almost looks like a fish out of water from the way he's trying to collect his thoughts. Craig expects you to get back up and tell him goodbye. To run off the bus and never speak to him again.

Instead, you sit there, patiently waiting for him to collect himself. You wait there even when the door to the bus shuts and the engine kicks back on. You look at him with wonder and he has to avert his gaze from you. Pulling his hat over his eyes for a moment because he realizes he's still holding your hand and the heat coming up to his face is too much.

"I... I’m sorry. I just wanted to-" What did he want? His mind was drawing a blank, he was floating and the only teather was your hand in his.

He knew he wanted to keep holding your hand. He knows your touch doesn't bother him like it should. He wants to steal a few more moments with you because these bus rides aren't enough time. Something he's never felt before.

"You're good. Take your time." You can't know what that means to him to hear you say that. To not pull your hand away and call him a freak for just grabbing you like that. Instead, you turn your palm over and give his hand a squeeze back.

"I want to...do that." He says it. With his eyes covered so he's not blinded by that smile on your face. He can hear it in your voice, the way you chuckle.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"Maybe. You better say it just so I can be sure." You're teasing him now, leaning forward so you can get a peek at his blushing face.

Craig huffs again, frustration building up in his chest. He moves the hat from his face and stares you down like a showdown. His brows knitted together with newfound determination.

"I want to build a connection past this." There. It's out. Out in the open, out in the space between the both of you. Confession falls from his mouth in that monotone voice he's so famous for.

"Hell yeah. I'd like that Space-Man Craig." You laugh and it sounds so sweet.

He smiles down at you, and it feels like a gift. It's the first time you've seen him look at you like that. You make a silent promise to yourself that it will not be the last time you see it.

"So, any idea where the bus is going now?"

"No idea. Wanna get off at the next stop and walk to campus?"

"Nope! You stopped me from going to class so now you're taking me out. I want food!"

Craig scoffs at you and takes the headphones off his neck, he offers you the other bud. He sticks the one in his ear and pulls out his phone. His fingers slide across the screen going for the music app. He hands you the phone and gestures for you to pick something.

You excitedly take him up on the offer, sticking the bud in your ear. You begin going on about whatever album you’ve been listening to, and the whole ride he sits and listens to you. Nodding along so you know he’s listening, not that he really has to. You can tell from the way he looks at you that you have his undivided attention.

So wrapped up in the music and your voice he doesn’t even notice the font on your wrist change. It’s not that boring clock anymore, it shifts and swirls around. A moving tattoo that eventually turns into a painting melting down your arm. The deep darkness of space with a little astronaut sitting on the moon, just watching the sun.

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