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toruro · 11 months
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— ✧ mr. nice guy
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pairing. hong joshua x reader
description. you thought your next-door neighbor was just being polite when he offered to help you carry in your boxes the first time you saw him, but as you adjust to your new home, you start to notice that joshua’s nice in other ways too: nice eyes, nice smile, nice arms, nice fingers, probably nice di—okay you get the point. but just how long can you go with lusting after your neighbor before giving in to your very much not-nice desires? well, lucky for you, joshua also isn’t nearly as much of a gentleman as he likes to let on.
✘ tags. smut (18+), neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as always ✘ w/c. 5.3k ✘ a/n. i have had this idea in me for a WHILE so it's good to finally get it out! honestly i feel like the story is a little rushed but whatever
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there's a gentle voice coming from in front of you, but with the way you’re holding the large box up right in front of your face, you can’t see who’s speaking. “do you need help with that?”
muscles straining and sweat beading down your skin, you manage to squeak out a quick, “yes please!” a wave of relief washing over your body as you feel the box grow infinitely lighter as this man’s arms wrap around the side. “thank you so much,” you say, still gripping onto the box as you slowly walk over and lead it to the front of your apartment door a few feet away. setting it down carefully, you look up so you can finally see the face of the angel who saved you so much trouble.
“no problem," he replies politely, and as your eyes flicker up, you're taken aback by his kind smile. "you new here?"
"did the moving boxes give it away?" you joke and the man cracks a hearty laugh.
"you got me there. i'm joshua," he tells you, and you think to yourself that there can't be a name for fitting for the man. he points over to the door across from yours. "i live right there, so i guess we'll be seeing each other a lot. what's your name?"
your name falls from your lips in a haze, internally thanking your lucky stars for finding yourself an apartment that was not only close to your work but also in close proximity someone as nice as joshua. "i guess so," you reply looking down the hallway where the movers had left the rest of your boxes. "i don't suppose you'd be down for another few boxes?" you ask hopefully, wincing at the way you're so shamelessly asking for help.
joshua chuckles at your expression and you feel that the ground might as well swallow you up whole. "it'd be my pleasure. it's not often i get new neighbors who are under the age of 50."
"i've noticed that...is there a reason the average age of the residents of place is like 60?" you ask curiously as you walk down to the end of the hallway to the boxes.
"not sure," joshua says. "i guess this place is just popular with them. not that i'm complaining. noisy neighbors are never a problem for me." he gives you an awry look, and you're a bit confused before he's jokes, "unless you plan on making that something i have to worry about now."
"no!" you reply a little too quickly, flustered by the way joshua is so easily coming up with conversation. it seems as if he's so smooth with everything, and with the way you have a million thoughts racing through your head—it's a it hard to keep up. "i mean, i don't do much or anything really," you clarify, reaching down to pick up one box while joshua goes to grab the other side.
"good to know," joshua tells you with a smile, and you try not to focus too much on the way that he grunts slightly when lifting up his end. "you're always welcome to come over to my place for a drink or something," he suggests as you begin walking over to your apartment.
smiling as you set down the box, you adjust your shirt and look up at him. "i'll think about it."
you, in fact, do think about joshua's offer. you think about it a lot.
you think about it that night when you carefully unpack your boxes. joshua's a nice guy, you think to yourself, because it's not often you come across such a person who's willing to give you an hour of their day to help carry heavy ass boxes for someone they barely know.
you think about it two mornings later when you're walking down the hallway with your groceries for the week only to find joshua about to enter his own apartment, clad in a tight fit t-shirt and gym shorts. his skin glows with layer of sheen sweat, his light brown hair pressing against his forehead in an oddly fitting mess. his breath is slightly labored when you call out his name instinctively, turning to look at you with bright eyes.
"hey, how's it going?" he's polite. joshua is polite, and a gentleman. you almost feel guilty when your eyes dart to the arms when the muscles flex as he brings up a hand to grab one of your grocery bags, insisting that it was his pleasure to help you out. something along the lines of, "i just got back from my work out and i can't help a pretty lady with her bags?"
pretty lady. you hope he can attribute your burning cheeks to the hot sun and not his words, because holy shit does he have your stomach doing tumbles. after all, joshua's just being polite right? right?
you think about his offer again three evenings later. you're just leaving your apartment to go on a walk, and joshua seems to have some people over, five boys knocking on his front door, where there seems to be more boys on the other side. you quickly glance at each other as you slip out of your apartment, hoping to hobble off quickly before things get more awkward, but then there's that door opening and you hear joshua's voice and you falter in your tracks for a moment at the way he calls you name so smoothly.
you turn around to face him as his friends slowly shuffle into his apartment, joshua leaning against the doorframe with a bottle of beer. he holds it up and raises a brow and fuck—if you don't stare at the way the bottle is perched between his perfect, thick fingers—fuck. "you wanna join?"
you want to. fuck, you really want to. so why do the words, the simple phrase of, "yeah sure," fall flat on your tongue? maybe it comes from the embarrassment of lusting over a man you hardly know. from the humiliation of letting your eyes dart towards his arms, his hands, his fingers, joshua's collarbone and the little adam's apple that bobs up when he takes a sip of his beer.
"i, uh, i was just going on a walk right now," you tell him, your voice sounding meek and you want to cringe at the poorly planned response. joshua chuckles, and you aren't sure why.
"you don't wanna come? aw, you're hurting my feelings," he coos.
"no! that's not what i meant," you say quickly, averting your gaze from joshua because the way he's peering down at you right now—god, you don't know if you want to go up to him and fall straight to your knees and suck him off or turn around and run away out of pure humiliation. "i just—you know—walks. go on them every day," you try to explain haphazardly.
"no it's okay, i get it," he replies before looking into his apartment when one of his friends yells out his name, "it's bit rowdy in here anyways, so i don't blame you." there's an awkward sort of silence that settles between you and the air is thick as you debate if you should turn around and leave right about now. "i don't suppose you'd want to stop by after your walk?" he asks hopefully, and you figure this is his way of giving you a second chance.
this time, you look up at him and smile. "i'll think about it."
except this time you actually think about, not just sit and wonder of the possibilities. as you pace down the street, your one hour walk that usually make time fly now seems to feel like the longest sixty minutes of your life. you come down to two possibilities at the end of it:
1. you don't show up and joshua thinks you're an indecisive bitch
2. you do show up, have a good time, and things are left at that
of course, putting it like that only really leaves you with one choice to choose, that being the latter. knowing that your own conscience won't let you live it down if you don't end up choosing the latter, you march up to joshua's apartment with a slowly diminishing confidence. yeah, you're eager to see where this night will take you, but you're also not necessarily confident that you're anxiousness won't betray you.
it's just that joshua is so nice and so kind and he has you thinking so many thoughts that your words always seem to jumble up into an incoherent mess whenever he speaks to you. all you can really ever think about when you see him is—well—all of him, which includes his nice smile, his nice muscles, his nice—okay, shit, you really need to control yourself.
doing what little mind-clearing exercises you can cram into the time it takes you to get up to your floor, you're pretty sure your breath is labored from how hard you're thinking alone. before you have any time to let yourself back out of this, you're rushing up to joshua's door, knocking maybe a little too desperately.
in the next moment, you have time to listen in on the other side, the room being quieter than you remember it being an hour ago. all that can be heard is some soft shuffling that can only be identified as joshua's footsteps, and before you know the door is opening, the one and only standing in front of you.
"there she is," joshua greets with a smile, "low and behold!"
the tips of your ears burn at his welcoming, stepping back a little. "h-hi," you murmur quickly, the responses that you planned in your head earlier seemingly fading away in your mind. "is that offer for a drink still on the table?" you ask hopefully, chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for an answer.
"'course it is," he replies. "i was waiting for you to come to your senses," he continues, stepping to the side so you can slip off your shoes and step in, realizing now that all his friends have left leaving only you two. you follow in after him, your eyes glazing over his apartment. it's got the same layout as yours, as expected, only it's mirrored. it's slightly messy, presumably from the mess his friends left from before, but the set up is neat and you can tell joshua has a good eye for color.
"i like those paintings up on the wall," you comment, pointing at a set of wall art hung above his sofa. joshua looks up at it before smiling softly and nodding, walking to the kitchen as you trail behind him.
"thank you, one of my friends that was here earlier got it for me. he's great at interior design, if you're ever looking for someone," he tells you, reaching for the fridge and pulling out a cool bottle of beer. "here," he says, handing it to you before grabbing a bottle opener and popping off the cap for you. holding it out in front of you, you're able to watch his hands up close—they're big and veiny and fuck, you'd be lying if you said you didn't press your thighs together slightly.
you aren't sure joshua notices, and if he does, he doesn't make it obvious. "thank you," you murmur softly, letting him step back and put the opener away before he leads you to the living room. you settle down on one end of the couch, and instead of opting to sit on the arm chair, joshua just sits on the opposite end. throwing his hands back so they lean on the arm rest and the back of the couch, his biceps are stretched out and on display thanks to his short sleeve t-shirt.
"so," joshua begins as he grabs his own beer and brings it up to his lips, "how do you like it here?"
you take your own sip of the cool liquid before responding, "it's hardly been a week...but i like it. it's peaceful, and i like the neighborhood."
"yeah, the people are nice," joshua agrees. you're nice, you think. "how was moving in?"
"i'm still honestly unpacking," you chuckle to yourself, feeling more comfortable now that there's casual conversation being initiated. "i have a bunch of clothes at my friend's place that i still need to pick up," you explain, leaning back into the plush cushions.
"you need help bringing them in? i can lend a hand if you need."
your stomach tumbles at his generosity, but you shake your head. "ah, you've already helped me so much, i don't think that's fair."
"oh c'mon," joshua counters, "you can pay me back with something if that'll make you feel better."
you raise a brow. "now how would i do that? you got venmo?" you tease.
"i was thinking of something a little less materialistic," joshua replies with a roll of his eyes, and you think you might just combust on the spot.
you aren't exactly sure what he means by that until you bring your eyes to meet his and that's when you see it. how his eyes darken, how he gulps even though he hasn't taken a sip of his drink, how he shifts in his seat. suddenly, you're dawned with the realization that on your walk, you left out the option for a third possibility, a.k.a. you do show up, have a good time, and then have joshua rail you into the next dimension.
gaining confidence, you cross your legs over each other and turn to face him better, deciding to go along. "huh..." your voice trails off. "i'm not quite sure what you mean by that joshua," and you swear you hear his breath hitch when you say his name.
he regains composure so quickly it's hard to tell you even threw him off guard in the first place. "i'm not really sure actually. you have anything to offer?"
you shrug as you set down your beer at the coffee table by your feet. "i make a mean maple cake, if you're into sweet stuff." joshua perks up at that.
"i do have a sweet tooth," he mumbles to himself, pretending to be in thought as he follows your movements, pushing his bottle to the side. "that's gonna take a while though," he says solemnly, "you're gonna have to get the ingredients...make the cake...bring it to me...sounds like a lot of work for you..." his voice trails off, and then he's tossing you that look again.
joshua figures you're both definitely on the same page by now and there's no point leaving the tension between his go unrelieved for any longer than he has to, and before you know it he's reaching one strong arm over to grab your wrist, pulling you into his hold so he can kiss you fiercely.
his lips are soft, but the way he's pushing against you, sucking, nipping, running his tongue along you is all but gentle. with joshua's arms leaving your hands and instead running up the sides of your waist, pulling you in roughly, you gasp into his mouth, allowing him the chance to slip his tongue against yours, tasting you, feeling you, being one with you.
one hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head slightly so he can push his lips against yours harder, his tongue sinking deeper to explore the caverns of your mouth. when he pulls away, you both share heaving breaths of air, mouths connected with a string of saliva before he's leaning back in and capturing you once more.
his other hand on your waist gently nudges you and you're falling back onto the cushions, head hitting one of the pillows as he crawls into the space between your legs. inching up his knee until his thick thigh is pressing up against your pounding core, easing the tension that he's been so carefully building up.
joshua noticed it. the way your eyes lingered on his arms, his fingers—noticed the sparkle in your eyes followed by the immediate embarrassment of your own thoughts. he's not sure if you're just easy to read or if he's just good at reading you but whatever it is, you're an open book to him and fuck it's so cute it has him going crazy.
you whine against his lips, rocking into him to the best of you abilities while you're pinned beneath him. there isn't much space to move around in the little corner of this couch, but you hardly pay mind to the inconvenience when joshua peels his lips and thigh away from you. "ha—no," you gasp out, hips chasing the relief the hard muscle provided. joshua chuckles, shaking his head as you pout.
"relax baby," he coos, and the pet name has you shivering under his touch as he inches his body down the length of the couch until his upper body rests between your thighs, face dangerously close to your gaping cunt. "be patient, okay?" he orders, and you nod your head quickly in agreement. joshua traces his fingers from your knees achingly slow up to the hem of your denim shorts, slipping under the cloth only slightly, leaving you nearly begging for more.
"josh—shua—fuck, more, please?" you choke out, voice broken from pure desperation. joshua clicks his tongue at you, flashing a warning look which shuts your lips real tight as he reaches up to unbutton the shorts. you quickly reach down, helping him out, but he swats your hands away.
"can you keep your hands up for me sweetheart?" he asks so fucking sweetly you almost forget about the mischievous glint that flashes in his eyes.
"uh-huh," you mumble, slowly lifting your hands above your head, gripping onto the armrest of the couch to brace yourself. in the meantime, joshua unzips and yanks your shorts off, tossing them to the side so they fall somewhere in the room. staring down at your now exposed and soiled panties, you hear joshua suck in a breath.
"all this for me sweetheart?" he murmurs, bring two fingers up to lightly pinch your clit, causing you to jerk against his hold.
"all for you," you affirm nearly immediately, squirming when he takes one finger and tuns it down the midline of the fabric. joshua's eyes are gaping down at your core, nearly in the shape of hearts as his mind races with the idea of how you're already so undone, so desperate, so far gone for him. slowly but surely, he hooks one finger on each side of the waist band, peeling your panties off and exposing your dripping folds.
joshua nearly groans at the site of you clenching around nothing, saying, "fuck baby, you're gonna soak my couch."
"s-sorry," you stutter out, averting your gaze so you don't have the chance to look at the mess you've made.
"don't apologize...it's hot as hell." he pauses, then looks up at you. "you mind if i get a taste?"
"god, fuck yes—i mean no—wait," you babble, "i mean—shit—i don't mind, not at all."
joshua's heart swells at your response, waisting no time dipping his head between your thighs and pressing his tongue flat against your folds. you cry out at the warmth and friction, instinctively shooting one hand down to grab at his hair. within seconds, he's pulling his head back and giving you a stern look. "what'd i say sweetheart?"
"hands, sorry." you quickly pull your fingers back and return them to their hold on the couch.
"there you go sweetheart," joshua mumbles before diving back in, wrapping his arms under and around your thighs to hold you in your place. you can nearly feel his muscles bulge against your leg and you twitch against his mouth at the thought. meanwhile, joshua runs his tongue up and down, going and back and forth between hardening at and circling it around your hole before moving up and wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue over it.
the erratic, unpredictable movements have your back arching off the couch within minutes, moaning out words like, "feels so good joshua," along with quite curses as you attempt to keep your voice down. it hardly takes a few minutes before you're writhing under him, joshua pulling back with his lips and chin coated in a sticky wetness with a grin.
"you look so pretty baby," he compliments, using one hand to continue to rub between your folds and circle around your clit, never halting the shoots of pleasure through your spine. his eyes are flickering between yours and core, and then holy shit, his lips contort for a moment and then he's spitting on your already soaked pussy and the act is so demeaning and dirty and hot that you hardly comprehend the next words that come out of joshua's mouth. "so do you wanna cum now, or on my cock?" he offers, and you figure there's a right answer and a wrong one, but you don't have the brain capacity right now to think about which is which.
pouting, you respond, "c-can't i have both?"
that must be the right answer, because it has joshua beaming at you, smiling against your pussy as he slips two fingers into you and presses his mouth on your clit. jerking your hips up, joshua follows the swivel of your lower half, matching the thrusts and flicks of his wrist to your own movements so his fingers are hitting deeper and deeper every time. you think you're close, but when he's curling his digits inside of you and sucking hard on your nub you know it's coming.
you don't have time to warn joshua about your impending orgasm but the way your walls hug his fingers so fucking tight is warning enough, and he speeds up both his fingers and the flicking of his tongue to the point where you're on the brink of tears as he finger fucks you through your high. humming in appreciation at the way you call out his name as you do, he releases your clit with a filthy 'pop' sound, fingers taking a moment to gently slip out of you as you come down from your high.
"you did so good angel," joshua praises, pressing kisses along your inner thigh, smearing your skin in the mixture of your own cum and his saliva. your breaths are far too erratic for you to respond, but the way you look up at him with heavy eyelids through thick, glossy lashes tells joshua all he needs to know. unraveling his arms around you, he bring himself up and guides your legs to wrap around his bare torso—shit, wait, when did he take his shirt off.
gaping at this man who could quite literally be god, you can't even comprehend what's going on until you're being carried into a whole new room, joshua throwing you onto his bed, the messy covers bunching up around you. he stands at the edge, unbuckling his belt at a painfully slow rate. quickly scrambling up from your laying back position, you crawl to the spot in front of him and help unbutton his jeans. "already wanting more, huh?" he teases, but doesn't push you away, rather putting his hands to his side to watch you do the work yourself. you don't respond, taking this chance to grab both his jeans and boxers, pulling them down in one go.
joshua's cock springs out, thick and beaming with a bead of precum that dribbles off the tip, lightly hitting your face in the process. your mind is foggy and you look up at him with dreamy eyes as you absentmindedly open your mouth and close your lips around his bulbous tip, lapping at the precum. joshua doesn't hesitate to grab at your hair and pull you off of him, and for a moment you're scared you've done something wrong, getting pulled out of your haze.
but then you catch the way his voice drops an octave when he says, "slow down," and your worries are put at ease. "we can do that another time. wanna feel your cunt." another time. those words ring in your head. there's going to be another time. you ponder on that thought for a moment and then you recall the next of what he says and you look up at him with these doe eyes that joshua finds so fucking adorable, he'd be surprised if you don't see his dick twitching.
crawling onto the mattress, your limbs intertwine in a hot mess so that one of your legs is hooked around his torso while the other rests between his knees under him. it's a slightly awkward position, but the thought hardly crosses either of your minds once his fat tip his sliding between your drooling folds teasingly, before you're begging, "c'mon joshie, stick it in, please—need it now."
now joshua isn't one to usually give in—he's good at maintaining his patience. yet, the way you mumble out his nickname as if there isn't a single thought in your pretty head has his mind going numb, losing all semblance of self control until he can't help but sink his full length into you.
and joshua knows he's big, and looking down at how you nearly shake beneath him, it's confirmed that this is a lot for you. he almost feels bad at the way tears stream down your cheek, considering pulling out and pressing kisses along your face until you're ready to try again but then you're saying his name like that—"joshie, joshie, joshie"—and he just knows that neither of you would be satisfied until he's balls deep inside of you.
"takin'—god, fuck—takin' me like a pro, huh sweetheart?" joshua finally finds it in him to grunt out with out his voice wavering from the way you hug him so well.
"yeah-huh," you nod along, holding up your hand in a grabbing motion, joshua not hesitating to hold your hand in his so you can squeeze it tight while you work through the initial stretch. "you're so big, joshie."
"yeah," he breaths out a laugh. "you like it?" he groans, slipping out around halfway, giving you a chance to breathe, before he's shallowly thrusting back into you. "like me stretching out this pretty fucking pussy?" you nod dumbly, and your jaw gyrates as you try to form a response but no words come out, strangled syllables morphing into pornographic moans as joshua begins to drag his cock out further each time, plunging it deeper and deeper as he goes on.
"oh my god," you're finally able to babble, tits bouncing back and forth as joshua begins jamming his hips into yours with increasing force. the sounds of your wet pussy colliding with his cock bounce off the walls and if it isn't the filthiest thing you've ever heard, you don't know what is.
joshua latches one arm to your hip, the other continuing to hold yours as he pins it by your neck and shifting his body over you so his head hovers above yours. this new angle his his cock ramming hard down onto a spot that has you biting down onto your lips and crying out, "fuck, joshie!"
"you're squeezing me so tight," joshua moans as you rake one hand down his back. "suckin' me in, god i can't get enough, sweetheart," he grunts out, dropping his head down to bury it in the crook of your neck as he continues to pound into you. your body feels as if it's on fire in the best way possible, and with the way joshua is pressing open mouthed kisses onto your sticky skin has your hips lifting to meet his sharp strokes.
you feel as if things can't get any better and then you feel his teeth bite down into your flesh and your eyes roll to the fucking back of your head as the pain quickly shoots to pleasure when he sucks on the spot, the patch of skin throbbing—pulsing. "'m so close, joshie," you moan as he pullings away, looking down at your fucked out face. your eyes are droopy and shutting tight every time he fucks into you, mouth slightly agape and never fully closing.
he isn't sure what urges him to do it but then he's shoving three fingers into your mouth and joshua thinks that this might just be true love at the way you don't even hesitate a second to circle your lips against them and run your tongue against them. drool dribbles down your lips as you suck on his fingers and joshua's mind is consumed with the thought of your mouth doing that to his dick and then you moan around his fingers at the way he twitches inside of you and—fuck—he's getting close too, but he just can't allow himself to cum until you have.
slipping his fingers out, he uses the same, slick hand to toy at your clit as you clench around him tighter. "you said you're close?" he groans. "fuckin' cum then, cum around my cock how you wanted to, sweetheart."
it's the way he's gazing down at you endearingly. it's his fat cock pushing itself deeper inside of you, forcing you and your gummy walls to make room for me. it's the filthy words that spill from his lips, laced with his sweet words of praise. it's all of it that comes crashing down on you, the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over and over again until you're reduced to nothing but a thrashing, crying, whining mess with the words, "joshie, fuck," falling from your lips.
you're so lost in pleasure of your second orgasm of the day that you hardly notice it when joshua slips out of you himself, fervently jerking himself off until he moans out your name and there's thick white ropes of cum painting your stomach and clit 'til he's practically milked himself dry.
all the echos through the room now is the sound of your hiccups and joshua's gasps for air until he's finally falling on top of you, head resting on your chest.
"you are so not a gentleman," you gasp out between breaths as he slowly lifts himself off of you, rolling to your side once you unwind your leg from around his hips. he furrows his eyebrows at you with a frown.
"what do you mean?" he whines. "that's literally like my trademark."
"well change it," you grumble, running your fingers over the mark on your neck from where joshua bit you.
"i'm sorry," he murmurs, turning over to you to look at the bruise against your skin. "did i hurt you?" he asks, eyes wide with worry. you want to kick your feet at the way his concern has butterflies coursing through your veins as if this man didn't just rearrange your guts.
you push his face away when he leans down to pepper your neck with kisses, shuffling back onto you. you aren't sure how much longer your poor heart can handle this. "it's too late to be a gentleman now..."
"is it though?" joshua asks with a smirk, looking down at you.
"dunno...guess you just have to prove to me that you're worth the title."
"does this mean i get more chances?" joshua grins.
you roll your eyes. "maybe...it depends on what you have planned."
"well," joshua drawls out. "i'm thinking a nice date...then maybe you, me, my bed and—"
i guess you can tell where it goes from here.
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a/n. half the time i think i dont know how to end fics without some stupid dialouge bc wtf.... anyways if u enjoyed pls like and reblog!
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aliceramblez · 3 months
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BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗
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Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.
A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃
Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^
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John Dory
At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.
He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.
“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”
“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”
It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.
“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”
After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.
The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”
Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”
John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.
“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”
After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”
After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP
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Spruce/Bruce
He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.
Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.
You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.
It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.
When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.
“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”
Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.
“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”
He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.
He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.
Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.
Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.
You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.
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Clay
The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.
First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—
It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.
As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.
“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”
As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”
He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).
After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.
He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.
Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.
You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.
“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”
Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”
And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.
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Floyd
You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.
So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.
After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.
“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”
But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.
He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.
“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”
You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.
After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”
Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.
Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.
He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.
Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.
You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.
“Goodnight, my prince.”
“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”
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Branch
Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.
Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—
He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.
But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.
Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.
He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.
I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?
He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.
“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.
You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.
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heartfullofleeches · 6 months
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Kreme Filled
Yan Candy Person + G.N Candy Witch Reader
Summary: Blurb in which Witch Reader teaches a friend a bit about their anatomy and said friend teaches them about theirs. Said friend almost happens to be made of fried douth
(Tags: Light/Candy body horror, slightly suggestive, fingering but not in the way that you think, no use of y/n - reader is referred to as Sweets)
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"Whoa!- I didn't know you had a hole here too. I learn something new about you everyday, Sweets!-"
Living with folks made out of pastries and sweets for so long, it's surprising how easy it was to forget their various attributes and lack there of every now and then. Showered by so much love and acceptance in the community, it almost came as a shock the first few time to remember those caring hearts were made of sugar and syrup instead of the same blood and tissue as your own. Often times you recalled only these features by the spillage of their syrupy fluids, but frequent instances across that further separated your human skin from their sweet, doughy flesh.
Kreme was one of the sweetest souls you've met by far both in personality and taste. A local pastry with a hair that reminded you of freshly made donuts and coincidentally made of the same dough. Piped with passion for design and clinging to your side, Kreme visited your bakery daily for different pigments of frosting to decorate their clothing and self with whenever creativity struck which was hourly for them. On the plus side you had a few bracelets and rings too delicate for you to wear, but made them happy when displayed around your kitchen and home.
While piping the frosting need for a new batch of sprinkles on a tray, Kreme had grown bored by lax amount of attention on them and so they decided to pull a little prank to lighten the mood. They slathered their hands in powered sugar, snuck up behind you as concentration lowered your guard, raised your shirt under the guise of a friendly hug, and brought their powder covered hand down on your sides. Rubbing the powder into your skin, Kreme noticed something as their palms ran over your stomach. A hole almost like the one in their torso only much smaller and refused to open no matter how their fingers pried. They tried again, but stopped upon hearing you cry out in discomfort.
"Ow! Kreme, that hurts - cut it out."
Kreme immediately drops their hands, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you face them. "Oh! I'm really sorry, Sweets - it's just that your hole is so tiny I was trying to make it bigger for you." The fiend slaps their hands over their mouth. "I'm sorry - are they supposed to be that small for your kind? Please don't tell me I seriously hurt you."
You gently pull their hands from their face, wiping yours of its confusion in attempts to soothe their rising fears. "I'm okay, Kreme, really. But, what do you mean by... hole?"
Kreme lifts your shirt and points at your stomach. "This one! Never seen anything like it before."
You follow their finger, gears clicking as you look just above your waist. "Oh.... ohhhh that hole. Well, when people like me are... created, we're attached by a cord to our makes that gives us nutrients till we come out and that "hole" is where we were attached at."
Kreme touches your skin, eyes growing wider with every word. "That's so cool! I love learning more about you, Sweets. Human stuff was so boring when the others told me about them, but when it's about you I wanna listen all day... Wanna see mine?"
"Your what?"
Kreme laughs. "My hole, silly. It goes all the way through and I can put so many things in it. Frosting, jam, sprinkles. I love sprinkles - especially the ones you make me. Anyway, wanna see it?"
"Um...."
Not waiting for a reply, Kreme rolls up their tee and proudly presents the centimeters wide hole in the center of their chest. Crouching on your knees, you could see straight through it, and in at the softer wall of dough that made up their inners. By guessing, you estimated you could fit around three fingers in the hole with no problem. You try to shake the thought, but it keeps crawling back to mind.
"It really is a hole..." You reach out to examine the crater - having enough restrain to before your hand meets their skin.
"Yea!.. Stick your fingers in it."
You stumble on your feet and words - caught off guard by their sudden shift in tone. "What?"
Kreme smiles, directing one of your hands towards the entrace of their hole. "I want you - to put your fingers inside me. I can tell that you're thinking about it~"
Urged by their guiding hand and pleading eyes, you extend your index finger and slowly begin to insert it into their hole. The texture is akin to mashed cake as you imagined, but it's slightly more moist than pictured. Tearing an earlier theory you add another finger and push them both deeper, the walls of pastry around them contracting as Kreme whimpers - squirming, and even whining out as you pull back.
"Am I hurting you?"
Kreme shakes their head, grip alarming firm for someone of their kind. "No... no, no - it's just that whenever anyone else tries to touch my hole it's always a bit uncomfortable, but if it's Sweets.... If it's you, I'm okay with anything. Please keep going."
You didn't want to hurt them, but your curiosity had been peaked.
"Lemme know if any part of this bothers you and we'll stop, okay?"
Kreme nods as if they understand, but is too transfixed on your fingers as you add yet another and shove them all inside of them to utter more than desperate cries. Cold air kisses your fingertips as they fall out the back entry of their hole before being sucked back in. There's a little wiggling room, but not enough where you can't attempt to put in another digit. Kreme, noting your hesitant and dying to feel more of you looking around.
"Oh, oh - check out this fun trick I can do." Reaching over to the table, Kreme nabs the - tilting their head back as they swallow the frosting. Your fingers rooted in the tightness of their midsection run slick with cream as it slides down their throat, pouring out over your hand and onto the floor - spilling onto your apron and legs. Working as a lubricant, you successfully fit all fingers of your dominant hand in side of the pastry and out through the other side as their legs buckle, nearly giving out as they hover over you. You stand to help them upright and due to the building ache in your legs from your position. Kreme throws their arms over your shoulder, pushing with every pull and shaking as your hand stretches their hole wider. It'd close back to normal later on, but for now they revelled at the thought of having a permanent marker of your affliction on them. Tearing them up from the inside and leaving them starving for your attention whenever you close your doors for the evening. It too much. If only they could have one thing to be left with until the next day. One little thing to keep them going until the sun rose tomorrow.
"Sweets... Ah... deeper... I wanna feel you... always..."
As with all good things, their pleasure comes to an end to soon. You slide your hand out of their torso, allowing them to fall slack in your arms as they collect themselves. You subconsciously lick at the frosting coating your hand still in autopilot from closing shifts at your bakery, which in turn adds to their lightheadedness. You play coy to the kiss they sneak to your cheek as they stand on their own, gazing bashfully at the floor.
"Sweets?...."
"Yeah?.."
"I sorta lied when I said I never paid attention to things about humans... I know about various parts of their bodies and some of the urges... your kind gets... We really aren't so different if we really think about it."
You pause mid wipping your hands on your apron. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm saying the next time we do this I want your cream inside me instead. I don't want anything else than to feel you inside me - forever. It's the only thing that can make me truly happy. I never want to leave you so please don't leave me.
Kreme kisses your cheek again as they grab at the strings of your apron. "Just give it some thought. For now, I'll be taking this since I got it all dirty. Love you bunches, Sweets - bye!"
Loosening the tight knot, Kreme tears off your apron and waves it as their flag of triumph as they flee out the back door of the kitchen - leaving you alone to clean everything up.
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daffi-990 · 2 months
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Fuck it Friday
Tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns & @try-set-me-on-fire.
Thanks for the tags! And thank you to everyone for the Wednesday tag .. consider this my wip Wednesday as well 😅
So pretty much all of you guessed correctly in the last snippet of Rival Firefighters 🚒 in regards to what Bobby wanted to talk to Eddie about sooooo … here you go!
“Grab a seat Eddie, I’ll be right with you.”
Eddie sinks into the chair and begins twiddling his thumbs, eyes roaming around the office as he wait for Bobby to finish up. He’s been in the office before on his first day at the 118 which seems like so long ago now. He can’t believe it’s only been two months.
Bobby finishes writing and sets his pen down.
“I know you already have a station and that you’ve been there for a year now, but I saw how easily you fit in here, like you’ve been with us for years.” Bobby says, hands folded on the desk in front of him.
“You’re good people. Good firefighters.” Eddie internally cringes at himself but he doesn’t know what else to say.
An amused grin lifts the corner of Bobby’s mouth, eyes crinkling with laughter that he’s holding back. Eddie’s grateful.
“You’re good people too, Eddie. A good firefighter who encourages those around you to strive to be better. Not only at their jobs, but in all areas.”
Eddie’s not sure he agrees with that. The only person he thinks he’s made an impact on is — “You’re talking about Buck.”
“I’m talking about Buck.”
A fond smile crosses Bobby’s face, one Eddie recognises as he too also wears it whenever he’s talking about Chris. He learnt pretty early on in his friendship with Buck that he and his Captain were close, a kind of pseudo father son relationship. It’s nice to see it goes both ways and it’s not just all on Buck’s side.
“You bring out the best in each other and work together with an efficiency I’ve only seen in partners who have been together for months, years even.” Eddie knows he and Buck work well together but hearing it from Bobby is like getting an official tick of approval. “You’re good for him and this team, and I think we’re good for you. So if it’s something you’d be interested in, I’d like you to be a part of the 118 family. Permanently.” He picks up the form he was filling out when Eddie came in and hands it over to him.
Transfer Request. Everything is filled out, all Eddie needs to do is sign. He feels like he may be in shock. Just a little bit. Staying with the 118 is what he wants and it’s being offered up to him on a silver platter.
“You-you want me to stay?” Eddie asks in disbelief. This can’t be happening. It’s too good to be true.
“Yes, Eddie, I want you to stay. We all do.”
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svgvrvs · 8 months
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breathe me in
suguru geto x reader | word count: ≈1.1k
tags/cw: cigarettes, shotgun smoking, suggestive, making out, some light grinding, marking, reader is a year ahead of geto, reader is kind of a bad influence lol, not proofread
a/n: yesyesyes ok so someone else mentioned kouhai!geto (more on that when i figure out something to add to that ask lol) but i thought it fit this rlly well too
edit: i realized that i completely forgot to say that jujutsu tech is a university here. i thought i had put it in the author’s note, but evidently i did not and that’s my bad.
you introduce suguru to one of your bad habits...
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i’m imagining being suguru’s upperclassman whom he’s been absolutely smitten with since day one. he’s always trying to hold your attention, hanging onto your every word and finding excuses to see you between classes.
he catches you one day after dinner while you’re walking back to your room, to tell you he was hoping to spend some time alone with you. he’s also hoping something more than friendly might happen, but he keeps that to himself for now, not that he thinks he’s being particularly subtle by wanting to hang out more after spending most of the day together in a group setting.
you invite him in, and he accepts with a nod of his head and a soft smile before following you inside, shutting the door behind him. he stands by the door somewhat awkwardly, watching you open the drawer of your nightstand where you keep most of your contraband. you retrieve a pack of cigs and a lighter, before turning back to your underclassman.
“i’m gonna have a smoke,” you tell him, holding up the pack, “if you wanna join me.”
“uh—sure,” he stammers. he’s never smoked before and the prospect of it makes his heart pick up its pace due to the anticipation.and the danger he knows the addictive cancer sticks pose to his health.
you chuckle at his eager, if a bit hesitant, reply. “you don’t have to, you know.”
he’s aware of the danger the highly addictive cancer sticks pose to him, but he resolves that every exorcism he takes on is certainly more dangerous than one measly cigarette. “no, i want to,” he answers more confidently this time.
“come on then.”
you tuck the pack in your jacket pocket before opening the window. you begin to climb out gingerly, and motion for suguru to follow suit. you scale the dorm building with a practiced ease, and it becomes clear to suguru that this is a ritual you do quite often. he copies your actions with only a little trouble, and you find yourselves sitting side by side on the shingled roof.
you open the pack and take one out for yourself, placing it between your lips as you extend the pack in offering to your companion. he accepts one and allows you to light it for him, though he waits for you to take a drag and exhale before attempting to replicate the process in exactly the same fashion. but if the dry coughing fit he goes into is any indication, it’s clear he bit off more than he—or his lungs—could chew, so to speak.
you chuckle. “first time?” you ask when he recovers.
suguru wishes the sun would get it over with and set already so you wouldn’t see the embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
“baby lungs,” you remark when he doesn’t answer, earning a playfully annoyed jab from suguru’s elbow. you laugh softly again and stub out your cigarette, earning a confused look from him. “you get used to it, not that i think you should make this a habit. why’d you wanna come smoke with me anyway?”
“i enjoy your company,” he answers truthfully, though the statement omits the full extent of his feelings by design.
“is that all?”
“do i need more of a reason?”
“i guess not,” you answer, an intuitive smile playing on your lips as you pluck his cigarette from his fingertips. you take a drag from it and playfully blow the smoke in his face. “wanna try again? i know a way that’s easier to handle.”
“sure,” he accepts. he’s fairly certain that he has a pretty good idea of what you’re suggesting, but he cautiously waits for your next move, for fear of assuming wrong and making it awkward.
you rotate your body to face him and scoot closer so you’re sitting back on your heels with your knees against his thigh. the minimal physical contact combined with the anticipation makes suguru’s heart race. his eyes are fixed on you, hoping desperately—chanting a plea internally—that he’s right about what you meant. you take another drag, the longest one yet, and hold it in as you lean in closer.
suguru doesn't dare move, except to let his jaw go slack when your hand goes to his chin. he allows you to guide him, to align your mouths and come impossibly close without touching. you exhale steadily, and he breathes you in along with the smoke.
he can't wait any longer. all it takes is the tiniest movement forward, and the next thing you know, the cigarette is long forgotten, and all you care to do right now is kiss suguru back. it starts off slow, tentative; like testing the waters. but you barely miss a beat, meeting him halfway with every action he takes. some part of him is a little suprised you actually reciprocated, but the feeling is instantly replaced by elation, and the experience is only heightened by the fuzzy feeling of nicotine. you take initiative as well, increasing the pressure of your lips against his and then swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. he reflexively opens his mouth in response, allowing you entry for a moment or two before you reverse the roles and allow him a chance to explore you too.
you put the second cigarette out on the shingles so that you have both hands free. with your lips still locked together, you shift closer to him and swing your leg over his lap to straddle him. suguru drags his hands up from your thighs to your hips to keep you in place so you don't fall, though he can't resist this perfect opportunity to give your ass a squeeze like he's been wanting to for so long. meanwhile, you pull his hairtie from his bun and thread your fingers through his silky locks. he pulls you closer still, so you're seated over his hips, your core and his growing bulge making contact through layers of fabric.
you grind down on him experimentally and smile into the kiss when he graces you with a hum of pleasure. he breaks the kiss abruptly, only to trail more down your chin and neck. he chooses a spot right over your jugular and begins an onslaught of licking, kissing, sucking, and biting, intent on leaving his mark. still giving gentle scratches to his scalp, you allow him to do as he pleases with you and he doesn't fail to make the experience gratifying for you as well.
"hey, sug... wanna take this inside?"
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kyupidos · 3 days
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03/15/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland
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he think everything all cookies n cream..ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ・∀・)ノ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘with their caretaker a little busy, you’ve been kindly asked to take care of them—and thus the beans are spilt of said caretaker’s little crush on you.’
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characters. ignihyde , special : ortho shroud , grim ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ) in idia’s, reader is NOT yuu in..well..yuuken’s, romantic fluff
📡 _a/n. ah, despite the summary this is moreso about the caretaking of ortho and grim, hence the platonic..a romantic of the aftermath with idia and yuuken will come soon! ( hopefully, soon..but planned! )
o. shroud
— hmm, i’d say ortho’s quite fitted to take good enough care of himself, no? but in such a situation to make these circumstances work, let’s take a little hypothetical to make this a real scenario; ortho’s been on a ‘low power mode’ as of late, and idia’d took the bravery in his heart to ask, his finger twirling his pinkened hair to control his heart’s beating, for you to aid him in the matter of watching over him while he collects the material for ortho’s latest update. and anyway, how could you refuse?
— although really even so it boils down to some light conversation as you keep an eye on ortho to make sure nothing goes wrong, according to idia’s worries; and yet he didn’t seem all to worried, but you figured it was because the chances of something going wrong were a mere one in a million..or maybe something else might’ve been amiss? ..well..not like he’d know, actually, since this was ortho’s time to shine, which is as just said, completely unbeknownst to idia; all revealed in that conversation between the two of you.
— “eh, [y/n]? I was a little curious,” ortho looked to you, so you looked over to him and away from the console game he’s excitedly set up at the idea of hanging out with you even for a moment, an excitement you couldn’t help but feel a bit overboard considering why you were to be supposedly looking out for him. “do you like my brother?” you couldn’t help but hum a bit in surprise, though you should’ve expected something like this—he was idia’s brother, after all. but ortho didn’t seem antagonistic, more hopeful, actually, so you, albeit in a bit of a flustered state admitted, “i sure hope not everyone can see right through be about that, it’d be embarrassing..”
— ortho just giggled a bit, “well, i guess it was obvious to me! i could kind of tell, because i could pick up on the way your heart would beat a little faster whenever he’s around!” he then began to whir on about little things he’d picked up on, and sure enough your face was starting to become hot at the idea of the little habits you’d picked up as your crush on idia further developing slowly having become visible. so with no bad intentions you interrupted, “ah, but..why do you ask, ortho?” and you could tell ortho was confused by the way he hummed himself to silence.
— “hwah?!” actually, he seemed shocked now, before he closed his eyes, and you assumed it was from his low power mode ( after all he had become slower as a whole ), though it was clearer to note it was as he was trying to assess what’d just occurred, “oh, but the advice i’ve been giving idia, has it not been working..? i was trying to be a nice little brother..”
— “ortho, um..” you questioned a bit, waving your hand a bit in front of his face to try and comfort him from his worry, “i’m kind of confused, what do you mean about advice for idia?”
— though the cogs were turning in your head, just as ortho confirmed,
— “well, idia really likes you, yaknow?”
— ahaha..you could only wonder if idia meant for this conversation to happen. but considering ortho’s moment of gleeful look, you could only imagine that he didn’t..but at least you knew now, of course, because, idia loves you back.
— and now here ortho was, trying to give advice to you now, on how to confess to his brother; certainly, a help he is, you’ll have to thank ortho many a times later.
grim
— as for grim, well..safe to say there could be a plethora of reason behind it, but you were brought to ramshackle, apologetically so by yuuken but you assured him you didn’t mind, to make sure he wouldn’t cause trouble seeing as enma apparently had some troubles regarding the adeuce duo, but would have to leave grim behind since it seemed grim was lacking in his studies, and the last thing he wanted was for grim to have an excuse out of it. and, well, you were the one he trusted the most for the job, he admitted, though a bit embarrassed to say it.
— laugh it up, grim warns when yuuken’s out of hearing range—but he complains and assured you that he is to be the most powerful mage in twisted wonderland, and that “studying won’t stop him!” should you be quick to question if that means he’ll get to it then, he dismisses you quickly by complaining about how boring it is and that he’d much rather be doing something else, so he scatters off to the lounge to lay on the couch, and with nothing much to do, you inevitably follow suit.
— you’ll have to deal with some complaining on grim’s end i’ll tell you that much; but even so you can tell grim takes kindly to you, otherwise surely he’d be more more antagonistic. albeit he surely isn’t soft on you like he is yuuken, something you find cute in a way, he doesn’t particularly try to make fun of you or anything, which you’ve come to appreciate. in the end, he chooses to bother you a bit, pawing at your lap, “aye, [y/n], since you’re here,” he begins, seeming a little cocky but you can tell he seems a little pleading, “pass me some tuna! i’ve been feeling hungry..”
— in response you ponder for a moment before he quickly follows up, “it’s in the fridge! c’mon, i’ll try and get you some praise through the grapevine to yuuken, ‘kay?!” and while you felt a little bad for letting that being the reason you agree, you don’t end up stopping yourself from, albeit hesitantly, getting up to go fulfill the deed, grim saluting to you gleefully in response. “and make sure it’s the premium one!”
— it took you a bit longer than expected to get to the kitchen and back, so you could barely hear an, “ugh..” which was a telling signal to the start of grim’s complaining as you came to him from the fridge to supply him a little supreme tuna ( you could only hope yuuken wouldn’t be too miffed at you spoiling the little direbeast ), “seriously, you n’ yuu are so cringe!” you couldn’t help but be offended before he continued, “can’t wait for him to finally confess so his stupid pining can be over with…”
— “uh, huh?” at your questioning, barely-processing-what-you’d-just-heard-tone, grim became aware of his little slip up, turning to you warningly, “oh, wait, pretend you didn’t hear!! the tuna i’m eating is what he promised me if i’d stay silent, so hush!”
— “ahah, okay..?” maybe it’s true, that your feelings are mutual..
— so you sighed a breath of relief.
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charlotte--aj · 8 months
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✨TRIGUN FANFIC IDEA✨
Here is a Trigun fanfic idea. I will be writing a fic based on what I'm posting here, maybe...?
**If it not absolutely necessary you credit me for my ideas, it is however preferred. At the very least, please just tag me because I want to read it! o0o0o 😗 add me to your taglist!!**
This is based off the Trigun anime and some of the manga. Feel free to take creative liberties where you see fit, this is just what my little unhinged mind has come up with lol
⦁ Y/N and Vash were in a relationship before the July incident, but he forget who you are. Instead of trying to make him remember you take a step back and kinda follow him to make sure he stays safe.
⦁ Over time when the two of you see each other, there is an understanding, that you can solve the issue at hand without violence. You guys tend to overly pretend you two are in love and gushing over each other, pretending to dance around the saloon, dodging bullets, until one of you gets serious.
⦁ When you meet Wolfwood and the girls, they are suspusious of you at first, but Wolfwood figures out there's something different about you, just not sure of what, but he knows you can be trusted. You two become good friends.
⦁ One night, there is a small fight at a saloon and Vash is feeling bad. You comfort him just by talking to him. He blows up, "I know I know you from somewhere, why can't I remember? Why won't you tell me?" And you try to explain you don't want to put him through anything while he's got so much going on, you don't know what remembering before July will do to him, but it's nothing to stress over because you will always be there for him. He decides to let the issue go for now because he just knows deep down that you can be trusted and you are someone special.
⦁ You popping up semi-regularly becomes a common theme, always greeted by the gang and you are able to help out because your family knows people in some towns (Like the family friend owns a hotel and they gives the gang rooms one night for free as a favor to you and/or your family). You slowly become part of the gang because you become friends with the girls.
⦁ Vash is about to leave to confront the bad guys (iono you pick which ones) He goes to leave and you tell him you'll be waiting for him at this cabin you have hidden but he know where it is if he follows a certain road and you promise to tell him everything.
⦁ Y/N doesn't leave the cabin, Vash stumbles up to it one afternoon and she tends to his wounds without questioning him, after he has ate and is rested he tells you he only remembers bits and pieces. You tell him after a good night's rest you will show him everything he needs to know
⦁ one night after tending to his wounds, Vash ask Y/N if she will stay with him. She agrees and just sits on the bed beside him until he falls asleep. He wakes up in the middle of the night holding her. He's a bit freaked out a first, but she leans into him in her sleep and he allows it before it just feels right.
⦁ The next morning, he wakes up in HER arms and he moves over in the bed before she wakes up (or he thinks before she wakes up, she's been awake for a while). You both try to apologize, but realize both don't mind. He holds her hand and ask for her to tell him everything.
⦁ She shows him a photo album with photos fo them before July and some letters they have wrote each other.
⦁ She tells him he had a nickname for her, when he asked and she tells him it's Mayfly, his whole world comes crashing down. He can remember everything, or everything with the relationship. They both start crying. He apologizes for flirting with other women, she tells him it's ok because she knows he wouldn't do anything with them. Ya know, a whole moment here.
⦁ They are slowly trying to get back into being a couple, but she sees he's struggling because of the whole Knives thing, so she tells him that nothing has to change just because he remembers, she understands, she's been here before with him.
⦁ I guess they're relationship does grow- insert spicy shit here- I guess. Yeh, some sexy filler, sure.
⦁ Now that Vash remembers her, they tell the rest of the gang. Wolfwood kinda just smiles to himself, because he knew there was something special about you. -insert gang asking questions about Y/N and their past relationship
Now this is as far as I've come up with for story wise, other than like after Knives gives the humans the apple tree I guess. Like post anime stuff, living a nice peaceful domestic life, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️
Let Vash be happy, dammit! Please!
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yandere-daze · 1 year
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Waa congrats on 3k daze! i've been here since 1400 (or maybe even before that. I can't quite recall) and it's really heartwarming to see my favourite writer grow so much ♡ For the event, can i please ask for the tower, the hierophant & temperance from the tarot prompts for mika? :)
Whoa, it seems like you´ve been around for quite a long time then! A lot of time has passed since the 1.4k followers event so it´s kind of impressive to hear that someone has been reading my stuff for that long, thank you for sticking around!☺️ And your favorite writer? Omg you´re flattering me and it´s working😳
And of course I´m always happy to write for Mika <3 I guess you can consider this a late birthday gift? Since I haven´t actually written any of the other stuff I´ve been meaning to write about him yet silnfls
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tw yandere, obsession, delusion, violence, allusion to murder, possessiveness, stalking, taking pictures of the reader (mentioned), worshipping the reader, implied kidnapping as a throw-away line
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The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react? 
Okay so if you somehow got put into a dangerous situation, there´s no way Mika is going to be unaware of it because he´s always by your side, whether that´s him just tagging along no matter where you go and being generally clingy, or him stalking you from a safe distance away to “make sure you´re safe”.
And well, either way, he´s very glad that he made that decision to stay close to you ( and totally not for his own interests) because his beloved darling actually is in danger now, right in front of him!
Of course, Mika´s first reaction is one of shock and panic but that quickly turns into a blind rage after he has fully assessed the situation.
You´re right in front of him, calling out for help while someone else is endangering you.
And Mika just can´t have that. No one is allowed to touch his darling and he sees it as his duty to save and protect you.
So how does he deal with this tense and difficult situation? Violence.
Charges in screaming, probably yelling death threats and demanding for you be let go while he jumps at the attacker´s throat, fully intent on just killing them if you weren´t there to ground him a bit.
He doesn´t want you to see him as a violent person because that wouldn´t make for a good romantic partner so Mika hesitantly refrains from actually killing this person right in front of you and instead just beats them into a bloody pulp until he´s sure that they´re never ever going to try and put you in danger again.
Immediately afterward makes sure that you´re safe and checks up on any wounds you may have suffered while offering you words of comfort ( and candy from one of his pockets). Don´t worry, he´s going to take great care of you while you recover from that horrifying situation, he´s going to serve you in any way he can!
Of course only after searching out your attacker once more on his own and actually finishing the job now. They didn´t think they could get away with putting his darling in danger, did they?
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The Hierophant - Could this yandere´s darling fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them? 
Oh, it´s almost too easy in fact! Mika is an obsessed and worshipping yandere that puts his darling onto the highest of pedestals, you´re basically a deity to him.
He´s absolutely hellbent on pleasing you in any way he can, so it´s very easy to get him to do things for you. Mika will bend over backward just to hear your praise.
On that note, yes, praising him will get you pretty far and it will keep him satisfied for quite some time before he starts demanding more attention and affection from you.
He sees himself absolutely beneath you and so anything you say goes. In his eyes, it´s all to show you what a good boyfriend he could be for you by doing things for you all the time.
There´s also the fact that Mika is a very delusional yandere so as long as what you say or do fits with his ideal fantasy of you being a loving couple destined to be with each other for all eternity, he´ll believe it.
He´ll believe almost anything you say with a smile on his face because you could never be wrong.
He also just sometimes.... outright ignores things that would go against the delusions he had built himself about your relationship. All the times you accidentally let a hateful comment toward him slip? Oh, he simply didn´t hear you correctly!
The only thing that might be your downfall is Mika´s rampant jealousy though. If he has even a hint of suspicion that you might like someone else more ( even if it´s completely unfounded), he´s going to be quite a bit warier when you try to manipulate him.
The same counts for when you´ve done it too many times or have, in his eyes, “betrayed his trust”. Like trying to escape from him by making him take off your shackles.
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Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling? 
Most of all, I feel the cause of Mika turning into a yandere is a combination of his childhood and his linked self-esteem issues.
As we know, Mika was given up by his birth parents into an orphanage and he had wondered for many years if they simply found him hideous. Always wondering about why they didn´t want him.
Mika is also very touch-starved and has said that he just craves love, it doesn´t matter how much it hurts him, how painful it is.
So when he meets you, someone that is so kind to him and willing to give him the attention and love he never really got? Well, he´s smitten and quickly starts to idolize you.
Mika is experiencing a feeling he has never felt for anyone else before and he soon grows obsessed with it, wanting to keep feeling all warm and fuzzy when you look his way or give him a compliment. Wanting to finally feel alive.
And while their relationship has grown and gotten a lot healthier in recent times, Shu´s past treatment of Mika also probably had an impact on him turning out this way.
He tries to accept that he´s no longer a doll, he´s a human with his own thoughts and feelings.
And yet. And yet he still wants to be controlled by you, he wants to have a purpose by serving you and making sure that you´ll always be happy ( with him at your side of course!)
Watching you every single day and taking photos of you when you aren´t looking just makes him even more enamored with you.
Mika is convinced you´re the most wonderful and divine person that has ever walked this earth, your beauty and benevolence second to none.
And he almost thinks he doesn´t deserve you.
But maybe just this once, he wants to be selfish too
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runnning-outof-time · 2 years
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I Saw Her First | Shelby Brothers x Reader
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(It’s tough finding gifs for these, but this one kinda fit I guess)
Request: yes by anonymous
Pairing: Shelby Brothers x reader (headcannons)
Summary: How the Shelby brothers would react to their brother having a crush on the same woman as they do.
Warnings: a little bit of fighting and maybe a bad word or two
Word Count: 977
A/N: so this is my first time doing proper headcannons. I hope that I’ve done it correctly. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!
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-Arthur-
• it's Tommy who tries to come in and catch the eye of the girl Arthur's had his sights on for the longest time.
• this is right after Grace up and left, and (Y/N) was there to offer him some solace.
• Tommy takes this as his way to maybe find someone who truly cares about his feelings and well-being, since that's what he thought that Grace was doing.
• and so he attempts to make his move and romance her into going on a date with him.
• Arthur's none too happy when he finds out that this has happened.
• he's been secretly pining for (Y/N) for months now, and although they spent a lot of time together, he never got up the courage to ask her out.
• so he's absolutely pissed when (Y/N) tells him (yes she tells him because they pretty much tell each other everything) that his brother had asked her on a date.
• he goes to find Tommy immediately and does not care that he's speaking with another Peaky boy when he finds him; he just starts yelling at him.
• and the Peaky boy sees himself out of the conversation immediately because he's not about to get caught in the crossfire.
• heated words are exchanged before Arthur rears back and punches Tommy in the face.
• this makes a wrestling match ensure; the two Shelby brothers rolling around on the ground while hurling insults at each other.
• Polly's the one who comes in to break it up (of course) and when she asks what this is all about, Tommy's the one to tell her — "Arthur's pissed because I'm able to admit my feelings for (Y/N) and he's not"
• and Polly just clicks her tongue and shakes her head at the two men. "Arthur just grow some balls and ask her out. I know you've been after her for bloody months. You know that he's got feelings for her, Thomas, therefore she's off limits. Now we need the both of you out here, the books are backing up," she settles the dispute, shaking her head as she leaves the room.
• Arthur and Tommy send a glance in each other's direction, silently deciding to call a truce before they leave the room.
• that night, Arthur was able to admit his feelings for (Y/N), who, not surprisingly, returned them to him. All it took was a fight with his brother to realize that he could be with her.
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-John-
• with John, it's Finn who tries to move in on (Y/N).
• this is later in the timeline of the series, so Finn's like fifteen/sixteen years old. He’s acting just like every other boy his age does...and his sights are set on (Y/N).
• (Y/N) and John had been talking for a bit, but they don't have a label or any super serious feelings towards each other. They've been good friends for a long time and have only now decided to shift from platonic to romantic.
• so Finn knows (Y/N), and she's always been rather sweet to him because he's the baby of the family and just...how can you not be sweet to the boy who always seems to be left out?
• and so one day Finn approaches (Y/N) and tells her that he's interested in her. And she's shocked because first off, there's a bit of an age difference between them, and secondly, she's literally talking with his older brother.
• she feels flattered though and tells him that although she has love for him, she doesn't see him in that light.
• and then she goes to tell John...who's immediately ready to go rip his younger brother a new one.
• but (Y/N)'s able to stop that too — she assures him that she only sees Finn as a younger brother and could never imagine being with anyone other than who she's with at the moment *cough* John *cough*
• John becomes overly happy by her statement and formally asks her to be his girlfriend right there.
• of course she accepts, and then she may or may not have to hold John back from going to find Finn so that he could rub it in his face.
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-Tommy-
• with Tommy, I'm thinking that John would show interest in the girl that he's been seeing but hasn’t made things official with yet.
• they (John and (Y/N)) both have the same sense of humor, and they’re always trying to one-up each other’s jokes and whatnot.
• John’s also there for (Y/N) when Tommy’s off on business...he sees that she gets sad whenever his brother goes, so he’s happy to be there to fill the gap and bring her cheer.
• when Tommy notices John getting a little too close to his girl, he becomes rather jealous.
• of course, he storms into where John is in the betting shop and launches a tirade about him closing in on the woman he’s been interested in.
• and John’s like “woah, pump the breaks here” and then admits that while he had been interested in (Y/N), he wasn’t going to make a move because he knew that she was already being pursued by Tommy.
• when (Y/N) finds out about Tommy’s little jealous episode, she finds it funny.
• actually, she and John often joke about it when they’re around Tommy as a way to push his buttons.
• this happens after Tommy asked her to officially be his girl, and every time after their finished with it, she leans over, puts her hand on his thigh and presses a kiss to his cheek before saying: “we’re just teasin’ you, baby,” with the most innocent look on her face.
• and Tommy just purses his lips and shakes his head because there’s really nothing that he can do...not until they're alone, at least.
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blainesebastian · 2 years
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best friends
words: 5,502 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @killerqueenfan ) Reader and Austin have been friends for years since they were teenagers. They are very close and the reader has been in love with Austin for years but keeps it a secret to not mess up the friendship. (read more about this prompt here)  notes:  masterlist on my sidebar! I so enjoyed writing this--I think this might be one of my favorite ones :) thanks for the request!  warnings: none tag list: @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell
Here’s the thing about being in love with your best friend: it’s easy to ignore in a handful of ways. At some point you just begin to form a list that talks about all the points in which you remind yourself why it’s a bad idea to even cross that line. It outweighs the pros, by far, and after a while you stop second-guessing your decisions.
Right?
Maybe it’d be easier if it wasn’t Austin Butler, you think about that a lot. 
When you were teenagers, it didn’t really matter, you were both nobodies who hid out in the tree house that your mom helped your dad build when you were seven and snuck just-baked cookies out of the kitchen to eat until you were sick. In high school, you’d hide out up there to smoke and drink and sleep, even though Austin’s long and gangly limbs were beginning to be too much for the small space.
1.      He sees you as this dorky kid from middle school with braces.
You two have been there for one another through everything under the sun, good and bad on both sides. Losing family members and going to proms, that cross-country driving trip that seemed like such a good idea at the time until the car ran out of gas, first pets and first kisses, terrible boyfriends and stuck-up girlfriends, countless of auditions and callbacks for films and television shows that sometimes worked out and other times didn’t, interviews for your own work and the possibility of moving away and Austin promising the long distance could work if it needed to.
You never told him that there was no way you could leave him.
2.      Telling him how you feel could ruin your friendship.
The Elvis process has been interesting to say the least, you always knew that Austin would do great things but you never knew it’d take so much of his time and effort. Two complete years, closed off from anyone he’s known and cared about, perfecting a craft to bring an incredible story to life. You can’t be prouder of him, but that time apart had been hard to live with, for both of you.
Seeing him afterwards and hugging him, his arms folding you into his chest, nothing has ever felt more like home.
And you think you fell in love with him a bit more each day you were apart. Absence makes the heart grow stronger.
Or forgetful.
There are moments where you convince yourself that Austin could be without you, that some people are only in your lives for seasons, that he’s been met with so many different and new experiences that he won’t need you anymore.
And yet he playfully calls you babe and kisses your forehead when he says goodbye, and says I love you and means it.
You’re just so sure it’s not the same way you say it back.  
3.      If you lose him, you don’t know what you’d do.
You’re incredibly close, that’s something that’s always been in place. And no matter what Austin goes through, personally or career wise, he makes sure to loop you in. He doesn’t forget about you, which you appreciate because you’re not always sure where you fit in when it comes to his life. You of course have a life of your own, but you’d be willing to carve out any shape necessary to fit him.
He's busier and busier lately and no one deserves it more than him, but finding time is continually a problem. He invites you to events, as his date, but the concept of so many eyes on you is overwhelming. Austin’s made your friendship with him pretty well known, but that doesn’t make the spotlight or the constant microscopic scrutiny any easier.
Sharing your best friend is just something you’re not used to and you don’t see that changing any time soon.
4.      He’s got way more important things to worry about.
The list goes on and on.
It’s just…strange how things change, and how fast. One minute you’re convincing Austin to trick-o-treat with you when you’re nine and he’s twelve and you want to get the most candy absolutely possible and now you’re cradling your cellphone between your ear and shoulder as he tells you all about this red-carpet event he went to in Hollywood.
New York feels very far away at that point.
“I can’t believe you spoke to Brad Pitt, let alone were in a movie with him at one point.”
Austin laughs, the sound warm and affectionate against your eardrum and it makes your stomach clench a little. “Was I supposed to pass on the eighth grade love notes?” He teases, “I forgot.”
“Shut up,” But you’re smiling. “…still have those in a shoebox, by the way.”
“Did you update them this year?”
God, he’s the worst. “Maybe.” Humming under your breath, you can hear the soft trill of traffic patterns behind him and you wonder what he’s up to tonight, what sort of Hollywood parties he might be headed to. You take in a deep breath, the silence between you both not uncomfortable but practiced over the years.
If you close your eyes, you can almost picture him in your kitchen just hanging out drinking coffee or lying on the couch together putting on another episode of a cooking show where Gordon Ramsey yells too much. Almost.
You miss him something deep, where you can feel the ache crawling up your chest and threatening to swallow you whole.
“You doin’ anything tonight?”
You scoff out an amused noise, moving towards your freezer to pull out a pint of chocolate ice cream, “Oh yeah—headed out to a bar, might do some shots, table dancing,” You grab a spoon next, “You know, the usual.”
Austin is quick, “Pint of ice cream and your couch?”
Popping open the lid, you scrape a spoonful off the top. “Okay, no judgements from you—not all of us have a Hollywood party to attend to every other night.”
He laughs softly, “First of all—no Hollywood A-listers tonight, second, it wouldn’t hurt for you to go out every so often. Show your pretty face.”
You snort, spooning ice cream into your mouth. You wonder if you have chocolate syrup… “Who am I supposed to do these dingy bars with?” Raising your eyebrows, you wait a moment, “That’s best friend territory.”
“Alright—I can agree with that. So what’s stoppin’ you from goin’ tonight?” Sometimes it’s so wild to think about how much his voice has changed over time, not that you’re complaining. The deeper timbre really works for him.
You groan, tipping your head back, “Austin—” And there’s definitely a slight whine there.
“What?” He chuckles lightly, “Seriously—like right now.”
And before you can say anything there’s a knock on your door.
You blink, turning your head towards the front door a moment, mouth opening and closing because…no, it can’t be. He’s supposed to be in California for at least another week, just some…bad timing and wishful thinking. You clear your throat, moving towards the door.
“Think the Uber Eats guy is at the wrong apartment again. Maybe I’ll keep whatever it is because the last time it was French fries—”
Throwing open the door without checking the peep hole, Austin is there, in the hallway, slowly pulling his phone away from his face with a soft smile. “Not French fries.” He confirms and you just kinda stand there for a moment, staring, not quite believing what’s in front of you.
It doesn’t take long before you’re rushing out the door, two steps forward before throwing your arms around his neck. The force of your hug makes Austin have to take a step back a moment, a laugh leaving his chest as he wraps his arms around your back. He squeezes you as you bury your face in his neck and breathe him in, holding on like he might evaporate like vapor between your fingers.
Eventually you know you have to pull back, let him breathe, let him step inside your apartment—which you do but you can’t believe you’re sniffling like a sap, smile so wide on your face that your cheeks hurt.
“What are you doing here?” You choke, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater.
He laughs gently, moving inside the apartment with you, the door closing behind. He cups your cheek, removing tear tracks, “It’s your birthday in a few days.” He says it like it’s obvious but…you never actually expected him to fly back for that. In all honesty, you were ready to celebrate it with your parents, a few other friends, call it an early night. It’s barely been on your radar though and you never expected anything out of Austin with how busy he is.
“You didn’t have to—” And you’re suddenly so overwhelmed with emotion because you missed him, you love him, and he’s come back all this way just for your birthday.
“I wasn’t gonna miss it.” He says, holding your gaze. And God, not that this isn’t startling, but he looks so good. A pair of black jeans and those cowboy looking booties he loves to wear, a blue denim button down and a black jean jacket over top. Simple, clean lines but easily handsome.
You sigh, moving to hug him again around his waist, easily melting into his chest and resting directly under his chin as if you were always meant to be there. One of his hands tangle in your hair while the other strokes up and down your back and you breathe him in, that familiar scent of sandalwood and something distinctly Austin.
It’s quiet for a few moments, the pitter patter of his heartbeat along the shell of your ear.
“Of course, you know this means we’re goin’ out tonight, right?” He says
You groan a little, the sound muffled against his chest—but you can’t find it in you to really complain.
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You have to admit, when you step out of your bathroom in a pair of black jeans mixed with an iridescent mesh shirt overtop of a bralette, you take a bit of pride in the way Austin looks at you. He’s become bolder over the years, that’s for sure, or perhaps more confident and comfortable in his own skin—either way, there’s a definite gaze that sweeps over your form and lingers where it matters most.
Smiling just a little, you curl your hair around your ear and try to ignore the heat splotching along the back of your neck at the attention. Eventually you leave your apartment for the subway, holding onto his arm as you ping-pong back and forth with questions and catching up, talking about Austin’s endless red-carpet affairs and your determination to find a job that you actually want to keep. You know you have to end up being realistic—it’s not always reality to completely fall in love with what you do and get paid really well. You’ve got bills and costs of living.
Austin already knows better than to attempt to offer you money. The sentiment is there, for sure, but that’s the last thing you want your close friendship to turn into.
Checking your reflection in one of the subway windows as it pauses to unload and reload customers, you smile a bit before nodding. Red lipstick was definitely the way to go, and you stick your hands in your back pockets as you both wait for the next train you need. At least it’s not stiflingly hot in the tunnels as it sometimes tends to be.
“So I believe you said there’d be shots tonight? Table dancing?”
You smirk a little, putting your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, “If you’re lucky, Butler.”
He smiles and shakes his head in light amusement, letting you enter the subway train first when it stops and then following in after you. The seats fill up fast and you let others grab them, not worried about snagging one. Just a few stops anyways. Austin hovers in front of you as you turn to hold onto the poles, spreading your stance just slightly so that you don’t fall when the subway jerks forward. You’ve definitely learned that the hard way.
“How bout the moves with the hips?” He teases before playfully letting his hand rest on one, squeezing, “Those sixth grade dance moves comin’ back with a vengeance.”
“Stop,” You laugh, pushing on his chest. Austin doesn’t move very far but he’s grinning, reaching out for your hand and holding on for a few moments. The train sways both of you back and forth, a pattern of soft movement.
You take a second to look towards the stops illuminated on one of the sidebars, chewing on your lower lip—about five stops. Curling your hair around your ear, you hum, about to remind him about their seventh grade talent show competition where he definitely had some interesting dance moves himself, when a guy begins talking in your direction.
“Hey sweet thing—how bout a smile, huh?”
You ignore it for the most part but instinctively take a step closer to Austin, playing with the buttons on his shirt. Unfortunately, this is a regular occurrence when taking the subway sometimes, especially if it’s in the later hours. When there’s another stop and the doors open, people come and go, and Austin motions that some seats open up. Sitting down next to one another, you offer your best friend a soft smile before that guy across the way opens his mouth again.
“You can do better,” The subway guy says, “C’mon, a real smile.”
Austin shifts in the seat, moving to drape an arm over your shoulder. He must be able to tell you’re uncomfortable because he squeezes you gently, encouraging you to lean against his side as the train begins to move again. And you do, which seems to convince the guy across from you for the most part to mind his own business. He rolls his eyes and dejectedly mutters something crass under his breath before finding someone else to turn his attention towards.
You let out a short breath of relief and Austin runs his hand along your arm, a soft smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “You alright?”
Humming, you nod, the tenseness in your shoulders beginning to wash away, “Yeah, thanks.”
“Not the first time I’ve played the fake boyfriend card.” It’s interesting he brings that up because…while that’s true, you don’t consider this as something out of the ordinary for how you two act around another. Both of you have always been rather touchy, a very distinct love language.
So this? Feels rather natural.
You remember the time he’s referring too though, in college, when you were at this party and this guy just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Austin was there, swooped right in with an arm around your waist and a few stern comments about fucking off and leaving you alone. He’s just…always been there. Even when this whole Elvis thing hit the fan and he was away filming, doing interviews, settling into celebrity life, he came back to be there with you when he heard your grandmother died.
Maybe at this point it’s something it shouldn’t be surprising, and yet he manages to do that all the time.
You stand from the seat once the subway pulls into the stop you need, waiting for Austin to do the same before you both exit the train. His hand naturally finds yours in the crowd, squeezing gently, alternating to having you walk in front of him, fingers grazing your lower back. And it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before but for some reason you can’t stop fixating on it. The only thing that pulls you out of your thoughts is that…he’s an actor, a good one.
Of course he’s great at slipping into roles like this—the fake boyfriend, the best friend—you just wish you could trust your own feelings for once.
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The bar is jam packed for tonight but this is unsurprising—though this is exactly why you had zero plans to go out. Even for your birthday, you’re not the kind of girl who enjoys shoving themselves into elbow-to-elbow bars and fighting for attention with the bartender all night. No matter how great the music is or the drink specials…it’s just not your scene. Sometimes though, your careless fun side needs to be teased out—and Austin has always been a professional at doing that. He knows exactly what buttons to press so that you don’t take yourself and everything you do so seriously.
You love that about him, even if it takes a little bit for you to feel comfortable.
A dramatic sigh leaves your lips as you wade through the crowd, Austin leading, his hand on your wrist so he doesn’t lose you in the group of people. He tugs you in front of him, using his body like a shield so that no one can bump into you from behind while you wait at the bar. You think this would be something you’d be used to by now, how it feels when Austin touches you, and yet—
There are these butterflies that flutter up from your stomach and sit on the bones of your ribcage, constantly moving their wings in your chest so that the sensation never disappears. You can feel the lingering sensation of his fingers, hands, long after they’re gone, and the cologne he wears is admittedly comforting. Something you wouldn’t mind burying your face into and closing your eyes.
You let out a breath—it’s going to be a long night.
Once you both have drinks in your hands and even a few bar stools that have opened up, you angle your body towards Austin and sip on your mojito, the mint strong tonight but not in a bad way. Your eyes drag along his form, taking him in, still a little in disbelief that he’s here with you when you didn’t expect to see him until at least Christmas or some other distant holiday.
“So how long are you in New York for?” You ask over the music, watching him pick up his beer to take a sip. You know that eventually he’ll be heading back to L.A., his home base, even though it’s a hard pill to swallow.
“I’m stayin’ through next week,” He replies, “Not leavin’ before your birthday.”
Your cheeks warm and you know he’s already said as much but…for some reason it touches you every time he confirms it. It can’t be easy with how much he’s got going on, and yet he’s making it clear that it’s a priority for him to be here.
You reach over to squeeze his forearm, running your thumb along the exposed skin because his denim button down is rolled up just below his elbows. “Definitely a nice surprise.” You smile a little, wanting to make sure he understands that you are happy he’s here, you just didn’t expect it.
“Well I missed you,” He says, turning his head towards you. Austin catches your gaze, holding it with his for a few long moments as he swallows, “I uh—I miss you when I’m away.”
That’s…well, that makes sense, right? You miss him too. But there’s something slightly different to his tone, something deeper to his voice that sits in your bones, you think you can see it the longer you look into his blue eyes.
“I’m sure that kinda gets lost in the sauce when you’re going to all those famous award parties, right?” You tease lightly, attempting to break the tension wide open, a soft smile on your lips.
While Austin smiles back, he shakes his head, “Not as simple as you’d think.”
For a moment you’re watching him and it’s like the whole bar begins to dim around you in sound, your sole focus on the man in front of you. He has to know, right? It’s obvious at this point—who you are with one another. You’ve never been afraid to be yourself with him, whether that meant being silly, eating as much food as you could fit, not bottling in tears or dancing ridiculously bad; he’s always known you.
And you’re so sure it’s obvious—
“Austin Butler?”
You blink, turning your head towards the sound at the same time Austin does too. The girl squeals which is still pretty sharp against the loud music, leaning your body back a little as she shoves her way in-between your stools at the bar. She drags a few friends forward into the space, laughing because,
“Oh my god, I thought it was you! I feel like I’d recognize you a mile away—I saw Elvis at least five times in theaters.”
Austin raises his eyebrows, looking between the three girls before a soft laugh leaves his lips, “That’s a dedicated number.”
“I saw it seven.” The other girl chimes in and you resist an eyeroll, looking down at your drink instead.
While Austin seems to always handle interactions like this with grace—kind, genuine, humble, it’s something that is difficult for you to get used to. Austin is just…Austin to you. It’s still so bizarre when strangers come up to him out of the blue when you’re hanging out, you forget that you kinda have to share him with the world. Not that you can’t understand how easy it is to fall in love with him, you’re not blaming these girls one bit.
But it doesn’t make it any easier.
Five minutes turn into ten and while Austin keeps dropping subtle hints that this conversation is coming to a close, they’re not taking the clues. They ask for just one more photo, one more selfie, one more autograph, trying to ask him questions like it’s an interview, soaking up any moment they can linger in his presence.
You need some fresh air, standing from the stool. Austin locks eyes with you instantly, “Y/N,” His tone is apologetic.  
“It’s okay,” You smile a little, “Just need to step outside for a few minutes. I’ll be back.”
Before he can say anything else, you turn and weave your way through the crowd of people, heading out the door that empties out onto a semi-busy New York street. Taking a deep breath into your lungs, you center yourself as you walk a bit away from the door so others can come and go. You know you’re being utterly ridiculous—this is who Austin is now, a guy who’s easily recognizable, a guy where fans will come up to him and ask for photos and autographs and really, that’s not as bothersome to you as the emotions building up in your chest that you can’t find the damn words for.
It's just stupid, all of this is stupid—telling Austin how you feel won’t change anything. There are too many cons outweighing the pros, it’s not worth it. Tipping your head back, you close your eyes for a moment—you just need to get yourself together, go back inside and have a good time tonight.
And yet your heart is pounding in your ears and you’re slightly sick to your stomach over the prospect of going back in and watching those girls flirt with Austin until they eventually catch the point that he’s got other things going on tonight other than to just take selfies with them.
You’re not sure whether that itself is more annoying or whether you’re just aggravated with yourself that you feel like this.
“Y/N.”
Turning at the sound of your name, you blink as Austin comes out of the bar. You were gonna re-join him in a few moments (promise), he didn’t need to follow you out here. Your cheeks splotch in soft embarrassment as he walks over to you, not quite meeting his eyes for a few moments,
“Not runnin’ away, are you?”
Your frown, soft confusion pulling at the corners of your mouth. “No—just,” You clear your throat, “You make it sound like I do that a lot.”
There’s this look that passes over Austin’s face, almost gone as soon as it appears. It’s like there’s the tiniest bit of regret that he’s brought this up but it’s too late, out in the open, so mise well talk about it. He glances away, running a hand through his hair in almost a frustrated manner.
“You do,” Austin shakes his head, “Ever since we were kids.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay, what the fuck—” Because this feels unfair. This night was supposed to be fun, spending time together, building up to your birthday, savoring the time he’s here before he has to go back to California. And now he’s…what, jumping down your throat? “How is this… how is me getting some fresh air my fault?” You ask, “I’m not the one who spent the last ten minutes taking selfies.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” He sighs, his head tipping back just a little, “I’m still gettin’ used to all this, okay? That does not mean you gotta exit stage left.”
You breathe in slowly—you’re not sure how to explain this to him (even though there’s nothing to explain, he’s right, you were running away). If he’d stayed in the bar five minutes longer, you would have texted him that you were going home, just to bypass feelings you don’t have names for.
There’s no room for me, you want to say, or, I don’t know where I fit.
Or even better, I don’t want to lose you, but all of it dies on your tongue.
“I wasn’t running away.” You insist but Austin can see right through you like he always has been able to.
“Y/N, you’ve constantly had one foot out the door. When things got too real with your parent’s divorce, you slept over my house on the living room floor.” He starts, “When that guy who liked you junior year tried to ask you to prom, you lied and said you were already goin’ with me.”
You swallow, staring at him, trying to ignore the way your eyes are stinging and there’s a lump forming in your throat,
“That guy you were seein’ a month ago? Paul? You told me he wanted to take the next step with you, start lookin’ for apartments and then all of a sudden you’re not with him anymore. Any time somethin’ gets too close, you bolt in the other direction.”
You were too ashamed and afraid to tell Austin the real reason it never worked out, despite Paul being a great guy.  
Bristling, you wrap your arms around your chest, as if you need to protect yourself from his words. It’s completely unfair how well he knows you, how despite not talking about your reasoning behind things, you’re an open book.
He’s pressed against an open wound, a bundle of nerves, “Oh right, I’m sorry—I forgot you approach everything perfectly, right?”
“No, of course not—” Austin scoffs out a frustrated sound, “But maybe instead of runnin’ away from something, try runnin’ towards somethin’ instead. What are you so afraid of?”
A noise strangles in your throat because he’s making this sound so simple when it’s not, and all those feelings you’ve pushed down inside you suddenly come bubbling to the surface. How does he know you so well, possibly better than anyone you’ve ever met, and yet know nothing at all? Your run a hand through your hair, yanking at the strands just lightly when the words burst forth—
“What am I so afraid of? Jesus, Austin—I’m in love with you. And the last thing I want is to lose you, because I can’t handle that, okay? How am I supposed to ‘run towards that’?” You throw the words out into the universe and they sit there in the air, right on the oxygen molecules, poised.
Austin stares at you for a long moment, straightening his shoulders as his blue eyes soften with understanding. God, you do not want him to look at you like that, you do not want his pity or for him to tell you that you’re his best friend. You just don’t. This is another reason why you’d kept everything so locked up tight—the rejection is terribly painful.
“Just don’t,” You tell him, waving him off lightly even when he steps forward to grasp at your wrist, preventing you from going anywhere.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say somethin’.”
You blink up at him, fingers curling into the palm of your hands and you’ve never wanted to smack him before as much as you do now. “What is that supposed to mean? Why do I have to be the one to say it?”
And then you realize what’s actually come out of his mouth, because of the way Austin is looking down at you…it’s not pity, and it’s not regret, it’s something else. A look he’s given you before but with a brand-new context.
He feels the same way.
“You…”
Austin moves to gently swipe his thumb over the inside of your wrist, shaking his head as he stands there in silence for a few moments. “You’re right, I should have said somethin’,” He lets out a soft laugh, though it sounds a little pained, “Guess I didn’t realize I was runnin’ away too.”
You swallow thickly, worrying that this is somehow…a big misunderstanding that’ll be swept away tomorrow morning or when he leaves for California. So many words get caught in your throat and even though you don’t want to believe what he’s said about you, about running away from your problems, you know he’s right.
And you don’t want to do that anymore.
“I need to hear you say it.”
Austin nods, moving to curl some of your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering along your jawline, “I love you too,” There’s a weight of a change there, he’s said those words to you a hundred different times, but not like this, “I should have told you sooner.”
And this is what’s so ironic—you both talk to the other about absolutely everything and yet you never thought to communicate about this, that you both shared the same fears of losing the other. There’s no guarantee that that still couldn’t happen…but it has to be worth a shot to take, right?
A light laugh leaves your lips, using both hands to wipe at your cheeks even though no tears have fallen. “What, you mean before you left to film Elvis?”
He shakes his head carefully, “In your parent’s tree house.”
Your heart ricochets right into your throat at that admission and you can’t stop from pressing yourself up on your toes and kissing him. You slowly wind your arms around his neck, keeping him close, feeling the line of his shoulder bending towards you as his arms end up around your waist. That’s all the confirmation you need to kiss deeper, tilting your head into it, one of his hands moving to tangle itself in your hair.
Eventually when you pull back to breathe, Austin runs his thumb along your cheekbone, nipping at your lower lip, “Wanna go back inside or go home?”
“Home.” You say easily before lacing your fingers together and tugging him back towards the subway.
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“Can I look now?” You ask, still with your hands over your eyes at the kitchen counter.
“No, not yet,” Austin laughs a little, rummaging around. You can hear drawers open and close, a lighter click, plates clattering. Your crinkle your nose, “Almost.”
“You better not be eatin’ all the icing.”
“I would never do such a thing.” He says, tone mock-offended. “Alright, open.”
When you look down, there’s a small cake that Austin’s put together in front of you. It’s a little messy, he clearly didn’t wait for the cake to completely cool before he piled icing on there. So all the letters he attempted to make are warped. You cover your mouth as a soft laugh escapes—definitely the thought that counts.
“If you’re gonna laugh at it, I’ll eat it.” Austin begins to take the cake away but barely gets his hand underneath the plate.
“Hey!” You laugh, “No, no—I won’t.” You playfully zip your lips closed. “Promise.”
He narrows his eyes at you but smiles, “Happy birthday, Y/N.”
Grinning, you turn to blow the candles out in one big breath, “Thank you.” Swiping some icing off the side, you pop it into your mouth and you barely have time to reach for a knife to slice the cake when Austin leans down and kisses you.
You hum, smiling against his lips—he tastes as sweet as sugar.
It’s nice to know that despite things changing, you two are exactly the same with one another.
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Thank you for reading! :) gonna be posting a few more requests and then I’ll be opening up my inbox again if anyone is interested.
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vox-ex · 1 year
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slow love
Supercorptober Day 7 “night"
thanks to kmsdraws for the prompts
actually a follow-up to the day 6 prompt because @theramenbandit asked 
“and when they pick the leaves out of each other's hair and end up giggling and kissing and snuggling WHAT THEN?” in the tags and I thought that just sounded like it needed to happen. 
so here you go. Lena and Kara falling together in a different kind of way. 
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Kara takes Lena back up to their room, their feet chasing shadows up the stairs as the daylight outside quickly recedes into night. They stumble into the room, laughing together as Kara's hand catches Lena's waist, spinning her around. Kara tilts her head a little as they come to a stop, lifting her thumb up to wipe at a small bit of dirt smeared on Lena's cheekbone — her touch as gentle as she's ever tried to make it.
"H-hi," Kara hesitates, her other hand rubbing circles on the soft skin of Lena's hip, anchoring both of them as she realizes just how close they are.
"Hi, yourself," Lena replies, leaning just a little into her touch.
Kara presses a quick kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips. It's still new to be close to Lena like this, to touch Lena like this, to kiss Lena like this.
Lena pulls away, laughing softly again, "you've got some leaves in your hair still." She reaches up to pluck a few out, Kara ducking her head a little to make it easier.
Kara lets out a sound that is half laugh, half sigh. "I guess I do," she says, running her fingers through her hair to try and dislodge any more leaves.
"Thanks," she says when she's sure there are no more. A faint blush to her cheeks as she looks back up to catch Lena's eyes still fixed on her.
"Anytime," Lena replies, reaching out to push a stray hair away from Kara's face, her fingers lingering just a little.
Kara catches her hand, holding it a moment longer. Thinks for a second about the way their fingers fit together. About how they are almost the same height when they stand like this. But then they are kissing again, and she's not even sure who leaned in first, but it's slower this time, and Lena's sliding her hand along Kara's jawline, her thumb tracing the line of her bottom lip.
"Lena?" Kara asks, chasing the feeling of her hand as she pulls it away
"Yes?"
"I love you," And Kara is pretty sure she says just because she can now. Just because she can't not say it anymore when it's true. But she's also pretty sure she says it because she wants to keep kissing Lena right now.
Lena squeezes her hand, "I love you too." She says, smiling at Kara, leaning once more, a gentle brush of noses and then a lingering kiss behind the shell of her ear.
And yeah, she definitely wants to keep kissing Lena right now.
"Come here," Kara says softly, tugging Lena towards her as she steps backward.
And that's how Lena finds herself being pulled once more into Kara's chest, falling once more into her arms.
But Kara catches her as she always does.
Like she always will.
"Hi," Kara whispers again, this time against the hollow of her neck. The mattress soft beneath them as Lena lies half draped over her chest and half propped on her elbow.
"Hi," Lena answers back, as Kara presses a kiss along her collarbone.
"Is this okay?" Kara says, looking up to meet Lena's eyes, hands paused on the hem of her sweater.
Lena nods, her fingers threading through her hair — says "yes," with her hand fisting in the fabric of Kara's shirt.
Kara shifts her carefully, flipping them over. She takes her time, slow but sure, reaching the edge of Lena's sweater and kissing along the exposed skin as she goes. She pushes down Lena's pants with the same care. Mapping freckles and scars like constellations. She leaves Lena in her underwear, kissing her way down to her stomach and then her hip before standing up and slowly stepping out of her own clothes.
Kara comes back to the bed, the warmth of their bodies seeping through the thin fabric of the sheets as they wrap around each other.
"Hi," Kara says for a third time, her voice soft in all but the last of the early autumn light.
"Hi," Lena smiles, chuckling as she reaches out to touch Kara's face, before leaning up to kiss her, tangling them further together.
And Kara feels lucky just to hold Lena close like this, to match the familiar heartbeat from her memory to the one currently racing beneath her fingertips. Because Lena deserves a slow love, she deserves fingers that trace the lines of her body until the memory of them is etched into the surface of them like a callous. She deserves to be held close. The arms wrapped around her, able to take on the weight that has settled on her shoulders and inside of her heart. And there are days when Kara still worries that it's the kind of love she can't give her — that the world is spinning too fast for her to match such a delicate pace.
But it's in moments like this it all feels possible.
The way they cling to each other.
The way they say each other's names.
The way "I love you" sounds over and over until it becomes something else altogether.
In between kisses.
In between touches.
In between everything.
How they come together again and again.
How they come apart over and over again.
The seconds stretching themselves so far everything seems to just...stop.
And when time and the world and their bodies finally collapse, all that is left is the singular feeling of having loved and been loved.
And all at once, loving Lena slowly, and gently, and completely feels like the only thing that Kara's heart was even meant to do.
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jovenshires · 4 months
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Hey so remember that band au
Do you have any brainrot scraps I could eat
i dont have anything like Publishable but yeah absolutely i got some scraps!! here is the tag for anyone seeing this and is like. What is she Talking about LNDFNFNLK
here is a quick social media edit for the chosen that i ended up not using in the overall edit
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i dont think i've revealed who explicitly is in what band yet so have a fun lil guessing game as i give you a sneak peak at ftc's tracklist ! (easy mode xoxo)
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and as a bonus some random headcanons under the cut bc why not:
courtney and spencer are long-time childhood friends, and they've been making music together since they were like. 7 and 11 respectively. spencer met shayne and damien in college and they've been in a band ever since!!
if you walk into any of the dressing rooms of every member of the chosen, they are listening to such different music to get ready it would actually make your heads spin. out of their botb fellow contestants, damien is most likely to listen to conventry (bc he's literally never been wrong), courtney is bumping kolivition, spencer is playing some classic smosh, and shayne is listening to ftc!!
i have in my brain what all of the songs are like. About ya know. so for example damien did the backing vocals for augustus and i have this idea in my brain that like. augustus IS this universe's manifestation of the character augustus. so like i think all of the chosen has a hand in writing the songs and damien co-wrote this one and it's just like. about a lonely lost kid who's awkward and doesn't fit in. like obviously it's a much less joking interpretation and more of a serious one but anyway it's still about him. is this making sense? i have No idea anymore!
courtney has also done some co-/backing vocals, and is the most likely to be featured on a track! she's featured on nuclear rain, and she also does a fun lil harmony for 'shoot dood.' shayne is the only one that has not sung and their fans keep begging but he REFUSES
'down bad' is their first like... love song? although it's technically just about how embarrassing being vulnerable and being in love are. smth smth the overwhelming ordeal of loving someone.
anyway it also opens with a snippet of a voicemail from kiana to spencer (probably from like years ago not about anything relevant) telling him to 'get up girl'. kiana is Not here for the fame, in fact she would rather no one knew who she was but unfortunately life be like this. after the ep drops the media goes fucking Nuts with rumors of whether or not they're dating.
they have fans who love the whole band but the amount of damien girls is of course insane. the other three mock him relentlessly for it. there is an entire instagram dedicated to updates about his hair.
lisa has put spencer on twitter timeout several times especially from the band's twitter bc he is Terrible for publicity. the order of worst to best for tweeting are: spencer, shayne, courtney, and damien
courtney takes selfies at EVERY live show they do; they have a collage of them as their phone background!!
as soon as courtney hears jackie is gonna be one of the judges for botb. hyperventilating. she loses her god damn mind. THE jacklyn uweh? famous recording artist? that's her shower sing-along playlist. lisa has explicitly banned them from any fangirling until the battle is Over
"up & coming" is like a netflix reality show about small bands really trying to make it, and they were featured after kiana got in contact with the showrunner. it basically followed them as they made their third ep and interviewed them and people they know. it's very much a 'before they were famous moment.'
damien bet shayne $20 that he wouldn't stare into the camera in every single shot. shayne committed to the bit. no one said anything and they kept every single shot in and NO ONE knows why.
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chris-continues · 9 months
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Carnival?
College AU Trigun- Carnival HC’S!
In which you and the gang go to a carnival :)
Vash/reader elements <3
TAGS: @h4venpha @lune010 @vashfantasy @macncherries
And thank you @cowboylivio for the help on this one!
This isn’t in school or anything but I figured because it’s modern au and they’re college student age and probably going to college it fit lol
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-Vash loves funnel cakes. Probably prefers the OG plain powdered sugar
-Wolfwood likes chocolate syrup and powdered sugar
-Milly swears by the overly sugary strawberry jam and whipped cream
-in a rare moment of agreement, Meryl and Knives agree that they are way too sugary but Vash will insist they have a bite (they cave) (it’s still too sugary)
-Vash will do ridiculous poses on the merry go round/carousel and would love it if anyone posed with him. What do you mean there’s only one person per horse? :( it makes for a bunch of cute photos tho!!
-Vash gets a large frozen iced lemonade and Wolfwood and Nai separately warn him to not chug it all just because it’s hot out because he will get a brain freeze (guess who got a brain freeze) (him.)
-Nai kinda lags behind everyone else. He was dragged along by Vash in hopes for him to have fun, but this truly isn’t his scene.
-For the carnival games, Vash is good at the shooting but with his luck he ends up with a faulty gun. Nai bargains with the vendor to give Vash his prize
-Wolfwood and Vash have a bit of a friendly competition on who can win the most
-Milly gets lost and they find her in the livestock barns somehow inside the goat pens because she made a new friend
-Meryl berated her immediately- she was so worried! Ugh! >:( (she’s worried for her girlfriend- I mean roommate)
-Knives is the only one who can tear them away from the animal barns and it takes so so long
-Meryl has a messenger bag and she’s kinda sorta prepared? To be fair, nobody got much beforehand notice before they were just on the road and at the carnival itself lol. She has sunscreen that has to be repeatedly borrowed
-Oo also firm believer that whenever someone wants to break a 20 or smth she’s the person they go to
-you know that one carnival ride? Where you’re locked in a cage whatever and get tossed around for a good minute? Yeah Wolfwood and Vash in one of those. It’s the funniest shit ever
-Vash gets super dizzy LMAO
-he almost vomits up all the sugary shit he’s eaten 😭
-pat his back and ask him if he’s ok pls
-he’ll look up at you with weary eyes and give a thumbs up, “yeah! Fine..” (and then proceed to almost bump into Wolfwood while walking LMAO)
-Milly insists on trying a bunch of carnival food, some of her taste is really questionable (who wants deep fried lard??) but she’s just curious and if you indulge her in trying some of the greasiest oiliest food you’ve ever seen she’ll be very happy
-Nah but fr if Milly ran a food acc/food vlog she’d get so much hype bro <33
-Imagine going on the carousel with Vash OMG
-mutual pining goes crazy here like you’re laughing and taking photos (like earlier)
-Milly, Meryl and Wolfwood went to go try more food and Knives excused himself for some fresh air away from the noise and lights (it was getting overwhelming for him)
-he helps you onto the pony, hand brushing yours as you both grab onto the pole and chuckle. The music starts to play, harmonious and oddly nostalgic, lights beautiful amidst the darkening sky
-you peek at him, his orange lenses oddly fitting into the bright lights around you both. He’s got this small smile that blooms into a gushy, dorky grin that makes you almost freeze- his sandy blonde hair sways with the movement of the pony as he chuckles, almost falling off as he’s caught staring at you too
-but of course the ride ends, and your good friend Vash + yourself make it back to the rest of the gang and eventually go home
-You both think about that moment more than you’d like to admit.
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Valerie, Paulina, and Danny are stuck in a time loop as the end of the world looms. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (ao3) (p.s. if you read an earlier version of this already, this is a longer and more complete first chapter, tho the first section is almost entirely the same) also tagging @not-your-average-url since they specifically requested it
Loop 0
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic?" Paulina snapped her compact mirror closed, meeting Valerie's glare with her own, just as fierce. "Now we're both in trouble."
"Don't say shit about my dad, then," Valerie said, fingers clenching at her side, "and we won't have a problem."
"I didn't say anything that wasn't true."
"My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched."
Stuck between them outside Principal Ishiyama's office, Danny sighed. Sam and Tucker were right: he'd developed too much of a "hero" thing. Jumping in the middle of Valerie and Paulina's fight to break it up only got him sent to the office as well. He should've left well enough alone, but it was too late now.
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
Danny groaned. It was the end of the school day. The last bell was about to ring. And here he was, trapped between two angry former crushes.
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose where his headache pounded. He just wanted to go home and pass out. Between Skulker and his homework, he'd only gotten about an hour's worth of sleep last night.
Paulina scoffed. "Whatever, Fenton."
Valerie turned her glare on him. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
A wisp of blue air escaped his mouth just as the world exploded in light and noise and pain.
Loop 1
Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.
The world came into focus bit by bit, as the jackrabbit pace of his heart slowed to a normal pace. Danny could make out the glow-in-the-dark stars over his bed, faintly shining in the morning light.
“Danny, if you’re not ready in 15 minutes, you can take the bus to school! I’m not waiting!” Jazz yelled on the other side of his door. 
“Uh, okay!” he yelled back, trying to keep his voice from quivering. Was it… a dream? It all felt so real, so normal, even, right until the end…
The smell of burning bread wafted into his room. Mom burned her toast again. She burned it in his dream, too, but she burned it most days. That didn’t mean anything. Had Jazz yelled at him in the dream? He wasn’t sure. He’d been pretty sleep deprived so a lot of the day was pretty fuzzy.
He had the strangest sense of deja vu the whole day. When he got to school, Dash knocked into him in the hallway and sent him crashing into the locker. This happened most days. Less common was Sam shouting “Douche Baxter!” after him. She’d said that in the dream, too.
“New nickname?” he said.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. I mean, it fits him well enough, right?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah.”
Sam frowned. “Are you okay? He didn’t actually hurt you, did he?”
Danny waved her off. “Nah, Skulker gave me worse last night. Just some… weird deja vu.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Okay, well. If you change your mind…”
“You and Tuck will be the first to know, I promise.”
“Good.”
The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Dash stumbled over the same presentation on the industrial revolution he vaguely remembered sleeping through in his dream. The cafeteria served the same almost-crunchy tuna noodle casserole. Mikey slipped in the same puddle after one of the football players removed the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign.
“I think I’m going crazy,” he said as Nathan helped to pick Mikey up off the floor.
“And this is news?” Tucker said. Sam elbowed him. “Ow.”
“What he means is: what makes you say that?”
“I just—I had this dream last night, and I think it’s… coming true?”
“Like a prophetic vision?”
“Something like that. Like, in my dream, Mikey slipped in the puddle just like that.”
“So?” Tucker said through a mouthful of his turkey sandwich. “Mikey falls all the time.”
“It’s not just that. It’s—I swear I heard you call Dash ‘Douche Baxter’ in the dream too. And I heard his presentation, too.”
Sam sat back in her seat, humming thoughtfully. “What else happened in the dream? If we are living your dream, then what happens next?”
“Ugh, I don’t know. I only remember bits and pieces. The next thing I remember for sure happening is Valerie and Paulina getting into a fight in seventh period.”
Tucker laughed. “Oh, I’m putting money on Valerie to win that fight. A hundred percent.”
“Okay, well how about this: if the fight happens, then you’ve got some weird prophetic vision going on. If it doesn’t, then it’s just a weird dream.”
“Works for me,” Tucker said around another mouthful.
“I guess,” Danny said. The ending of his dream played on a loop in his head. He was pretty sure they’d died there at the end.
He really hoped Valerie and Paulina didn’t fight in seventh period English.
The clock ticked interminably slow the rest of the day. Every sound made him jump. He turned his head at every movement. Every word spoken was checked against the catalog in his head of his half-remembered dream. He second-guessed everything that happened around him. Had Kwan sat down quite so heavily in his dream? Did Star ask that question? Yes, she definitely had. He remembered it. Right?
As the bell rang for seventh period, every muscle in his body ached with the strain of being held in tension for so long. In his dream, Valerie and Paulina had got up to fight almost immediately after the bell rang. Lancer hadn’t even gotten class started yet.
He eased himself into his seat, staring between Valerie and Paulina, both of whom seemed… set on ignoring each other. His eyes darted back and forth, but neither of them even looked at the other. Lancer moved to the front of the classroom and wrote The Scarlet Letter on the board and the two girls were both still staring at their desks.
Danny let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream after all.
Lancer’s class passed in a blur. He pillowed his arms on his desk and let the teacher’s low drone lull him.
As he had almost passed out, he gasped as the cool mist of his ghost sense escaped him. He looked out the window to see something bright and green and burning race toward the classroom. He stood. Paulina screamed.
The world exploded again.
Loop 2
Danny burst awake to his blaring alarm.
Loop 0
Sometimes, Valerie couldn’t believe she was ever friends with Paulina Sanchez.
She wasn’t always this girl, was she? She wasn’t always someone who dragged everyone down to make sure that she was always on the top, right? At some point, the two of them were just normal, everyday friends.
Weren’t they?
Over Danny’s head, Valerie glared at Paulina, who was fixing her makeup. Whatever the past, the present reality was that Valerie was no longer Paulina’s friend, which apparently meant that she was now Paulina’s target.
She could handle it, though. She would never be favored by school administrators in a fight regardless of the context, so she had gotten excellent at not reacting.
Until Paulina brought her dad into it.
Valerie clenched her fist at the thought. Damon Gray had always been kind to Paulina. She’d even told Valerie once that he was more of a father to her than her own dad. He didn’t deserve the words that came out of Paulina’s mouth.
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."
“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”
Danny cringed between them. Poor guy, getting stuck in this mess. He really should’ve just let her go to town on Paulina rather than getting in the way.
“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" Danny finally spoke up, a heavy layer of exhaustion in his voice. Valerie had no idea why he insisted on staying up so late every night, but it clearly took its toll on him. She was pretty sure she’d seen him dozing in each of the three classes they shared.
Still, she didn’t need his help with Paulina. It was her own problem.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
Danny gasped mid-sentence, and the world erupted.
Loop 1
Valerie jolted awake.
Cold sweat stuck the old Humpty Dumpty t-shirt she slept in to her back. Each breath came out as a stuttering gasp. She pounded her chest with her fist, desperate to get some control over her breathing.
A knock on her door. Her father’s exhausted voice. “Val, I’m heading to bed. Have a good day at school, sweetheart. I’ll see you for dinner? My shift starts at 8, can you be home in time?”
Valerie took a deep breath. Then another.
“Val?”
“Yeah!” she said, keeping her voice more-or-less stable. “Yeah I can—I can make it.”
“Good. Good morning!” he said with a chuckle. It was her dad’s new favorite joke: now that he worked the night shift and went to bed in the morning, he said “good morning” the same way most people said “good night”.
She heard the soft click of his door closing and let out another halting breath. It was 7:15 AM. School started in an hour. Last she remembered, school had blown up.
She got ready in a haze, showering, getting dressed, eating. She packed up her homework that she’d done two nights ago (last night? Was that whole day a dream? A vision?) and changed into her Red Huntress armor. Elmerton was a ways out of Amity Park proper and it had its own high school. Dad, though, had taken one look inside it and its broken lockers and moldy ceilings and marched right back out.
So she still went to Casper High, despite the commute. Besides, her dad had said, he didn’t want her to leave all her friends.
(She hadn’t yet figured out how to tell him that only Star would still talk to her, that Paulina and Kwan and Dash had dropped her like a sack of potatoes at the first sign of trouble. Kwan had come up to her and apologized two months ago, but she wasn’t ready to forgive so easily. She held grudges like it was going out of style. Ask Phantom.)
So she covered up her Huntress activities with stories of going to Paulina’s house. She got to hunt ghosts and protect the town, and her dad got to think that she was living a normal teenage life. It worked out for both of them.
Flying to school cut down on her commute a lot, too. Instead of 45 minutes, she could get over there in just 20 minutes, 15 if she booked it. And today was a “book it” kind of day, if only to get through the weirdness as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, the weirdness kept coming. At her locker, she heard Sam Manson’s shout of “Douche Baxter” just before Dash jogged past, laughing at what looked to be Danny Fenton, picking himself up off the floor. Typical Dash, except it happened the same way in her dream.
Nathan came up to her in third period. He did that a lot, too, but he didn’t usually do it with yellow roses—except he did today and in her dream. Mikey slipped and fell in the cafeteria, again; Tyson, one of the football player who used to jokingly flirt with her, moved the CAUTION: WET FLOOR sign just in time to Mikey to walk by. Coach Tetslaff gave Tucker Foley detention for being on his phone. Again.
None of this was odd behavior, except it had happened the exact same way in her dream.
“C’mon Val, keep it together,” she whispered to herself. “This doesn’t mean anything. It could just be a crazy coincidence.”
The only thing in her dream that wasn’t common was the fight with Paulina. Paulina was often mean, but she had never come for her dad like that before. Valerie had always thought they had an understanding that Damon Gray, at the very least, was off-limits. If Paulina said the same things to her in seventh period English, then she’d know for sure something was up.
(She ignored the voice in her head that said that would be too late.)
So when English came around and Paulina couldn’t even look at her, she breathed a sigh of relief. As Lancer launched into his lecture, she glanced around the room. There was Paulina, staring at her desk, scribbling notes. Kwan, behind her, drumming his fingers on the desktop, humming something under his breath. Danny, behind him, head pillowed on his arms, not even pretending to pay attention. She smiled a little; maybe they hadn’t worked out, but he was still pretty cute when he was sleeping.
It happened like this: Danny gasped. She turned to the window to see something radiating green and fast approaching. Paulina screamed.
The world exploded again.
Loop 2
Valerie jolted awake.
Loop 0
"Oh my god, Valerie, do you have to be so dramatic? Now we're both in trouble."
Paulina dabbed the finishing touches of her foundation before snapping her compact mirror closed. Her cheekbone still throbbed where Valerie had gotten in one good punch before Fenton got in between them. It would probably bruise later, but Paulina was determined that no one but her would ever see it.
“Don’t say shit about my dad, then, and we won’t have a problem.”
Well, if Valerie would’ve ever reacted to the other things she said, then she wouldn’t have had to go after Mr. Gray. And besides—
“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
Valerie clenched her fist like she was going to hit her again. Paulina half-hoped she would, so that maybe she could come off as just the victim in this. She really didn’t want to deal with her papi if he found out about this little adventure to Principal Ishiyama’s office.
“My dad baked you brownies every year for your birthday, and you called him a fat loser to my face. You should've expected to get punched.”
"You and your dad's fall from grace isn't my fault. All I did was acknowledge it."
"Paulina, could you stop being an asshole for, like, five minutes?" There was Fenton, butting in again. For such a loser, he seemed to have a real problem minding his own business.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Danny."
"I really just wish you wouldn't fight at al—"
Fenton gasped. She was conscious of something ripping her apart, then she was conscious of nothing at all.
Loop 1
Paulina screamed into awareness.
The numbers on her alarm clock read 7:15—15 minutes before she usually got up. One of her proudest achievements was when she perfected her 10 minute makeup routine, meaning she could get ready for the day with only 45 minutes before the first bell.
This was the first thought on her mind as she calmed her racing heart. Not whatever strange nightmare had woken her up, but that fact that it had robbed her now of her most precious, fought-for, extra 15 minutes of sleep.
She groaned aloud, flopping back in bed and squeezing her eyes shut, like she could go back to sleep through sheer force of will. After a minute, it became obvious that she was still too shaken to doze off again. She flipped off her alarm and, pushing herself to her feet, began her morning routine.
She showered. She ate breakfast—Honey Nut Cheerios, except they were almost out. She’d have to remind Alma to pick up more on her next trip to the store. She did her makeup, adding a little flare in her eyeliner and eyeshadow, since she had the extra time. She put on the outfit she’d laid out last night, careful not to smudge anything, got in her custom-made pink convertible, and left for school.
Later, Paulina would never quite admit how long it took her to notice anything was wrong. In her defense, her days had long since melted into a blur. She barely knew where one ended and the other began in a normal situation.
It wasn’t until Mikey slipped in the cafeteria that she caught on.
Mikey fell, often. But Tyson wasn’t usually the one who messed with him; this was something new. After he stole the sign and Mikey ate it, Paulina watched Tyson look directly at Dash, an odd little blush on his face as the other boy laughed.
Oh, Paulina thought, I’ve seen this before.
In her dream, she’d thought it weird that Tyson was trying so hard to get Dash’s attention when he could clearly do better. She noticed it because it wasn’t normal behavior. This wasn’t an everyday thing. For something like this to happen both in her dream and in her life was just… too weird.
She ran the events of her dream back through her head. Most of the day was the kind of unremarkable that she couldn’t remember for the life of her, except for right now and—
And the end. The fight with Valerie, Fenton intervening. 
Her dying.
Well, if it was some fucked-up prophecy, she just had to keep it from coming true, right? She instigated the fight with Valerie there in English. She was big enough to admit that that part was on her. So then all she had to do was keep her big mouth shut and her dream wouldn’t happen.
Easy-peasy.
She couldn’t quite keep her hands from shaking through the latter half of the day. Every second was too long and not long enough. When she finally walked through the door of Lancer’s classroom, she nearly fell into her seat.
“Are you okay?” Kwan whispered from behind her. She coughed out something like a laugh.
The bell saved her from having to give an actual answer as Lancer ushered them all into their seats to begin his lecture. Paulina stared at her desk the whole time, avoiding Valerie’s desk at all costs. She scribbled on a piece of paper just to have something to do with her hands.
And… nothing. Valerie said nothing to her. A quick peek behind her revealed Fenton sleeping at his desk (as always). The tap-tap-tap of Kwan’s fingers on the desk between them kept pace with her beating heart.
She dared for a moment to think it was safe.
Then Fenton gasped. A green light overtook the classroom. She screamed as the world exploded again.
Loop 2
Paulina screamed into awareness.
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Y'ALL I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN. WTF? WTF?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(Or my reaction to Episodes 53-54 of Wolf359).
Welcome back dear readers! Thank you for enjoying my reaction to the Mission Mishap and mini episodes, which were shorter and a lot easier to fit into my busy schedule. I try to make sure I have time to type out good live quality reactions for you guys, so thanks for your patience on this.
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Episode 53: Dirty Work
This episode has gotten a lot of hype from the mutuals. I hope that means Pryce and Cutter are actually gonna bother to show up this time. The two of them did their whole ominous “we’re going to space” thing at the very beginning of this season, well hurry up and go to space then since you care so much! Instead they gave us enough time for Doug to have his radio show arc, which (while it was necessary, and I enjoyed it), just goes to show how much time Pryce and Cutter actually put into this. Which should be evident given that it has taken them at least this long to get to space despite it being their “life’s work” (and for some “higher purpose” they’ll probably monologue about too no doubt 🙄. Hopefully they keep their speech shorter or at least more interesting than Whiskey Boy). Laziest villains of all time sending other people to space the dirty work. Which happens to be the episode title, look at that.
And if I had to guess who is going to be doing Pryce and Cutter’s dirty work, my money’s on Whiskey Boy. Well, actually, my money’s on free-will deprived Hera, but I hope I’m wrong.
Well this is rare. No preview ads to skip through. Huh.
Oh, Minkowski 🥺. We know you didn't want to kill anyone. Don't worry, I will give you justice in fanfic if the show doesn't give it to you here.
HILBERT. Shut up. Even in death, you still don't get it do you? Minkowski has a right to be upset. Even if anyone on this ship makes it back to earth, they are still gonna be extremely traumatized.
Doug, what are you up to now?
And no, Lovelace. Minkowski is not okay. None of you are okay.
"23rd time is the charm!" That's the spirit, Doug! 🥰
Oh right, the reset that Hera has been putting off.
Lol, Hera's "Good Boy". There you go Doug. You see, he can be taught.
"Get him to do what he's told!" Well that would likely be Hera's department.
Not the bottles of beer song. I swear, why are Kepler and Jacobi even still here? What are they contributing? 🍻 "Don't do anything stupid?" a bit late for that.
Um...what is this? Who was that? Wait is that Maxwell's ghost talking to Jacobi?
Do not be a bad guy again Duck Boy. 🦆 That is how your friend got killed, remember? Do you want to be a dead duck?
Well at least we got some music. Nice work, Doug! 🎶
VERIFICATION CODE WHISKEY. a;lsjkfklsdjfk I KNOW Kepler came up with that one. I don't care that it's a legit code, I know it is, but he probably puts Whiskey in every single secret code of his.
Doug. GET BACK INSIDE.
Not demolitions. Jacobi. You fool. You impulsive explosive dumb-dumb. Do not blow up the ship you're on.
"Now I may not be as smart as my late colleague" understatement of the century Jacobi.
Oh great. He's willing to kill them all. Fantastic. Oh and Kepler's coming too. OH. Because Minkowski killed Maxwell and Kepler let her die and had no remorse. Jacobi wants revenge. Oh. Oh no...
"How's your day going?" been better.
Kepler's speech...so was he working with Jacobi this whole time? Convincing plan if he was, but I gotta say Kepler, I don't know if that's gonna work as smoothly for you this time around. Jacobi seemed pretty upset, and there would be no reason for him to reveal that now when he has the upper hand.
SHOOT HIM!
AS:Jlkfjsdlkfjlkds I KNEW IT!!!!!!!
"Pretty please with sugar on top" oh we're going there.
And after hearing about how Kepler bought him explosives...this whole betrayal thing really did go to the next level with them.
"Is this an elaborate prank to teach me a very important lesson?" askjdfkld;jf I love you Doug. 😂 And that would be hilarious.
Poor Doug...that's it Doug! Go into the star! That's what they want! Why do they want this? Who knows. It is weird though. They presumably know that humans die if they do that, and if they wanted them dead there's a million more efficient ways to kill them.
"Blow Kepler's brain's out" "Jacobi...where are you going with this?" Wow, Whiskey Boy really IS slow, isn't he? Maybe it wouldn't have killed him to shed a few fake tears at Maxwell's funeral.
"He was the one who put her in the line of fire, and you should be the one who has to do it."
That does make sense. Because Kepler won't care about shooting Minkowski or anyone else, and while Minkowski certainly wouldn't enjoy dying, she's still tortured with guilt over the fact that she killed Maxwell. But force Minkowski to relive that trauma, intentionally and painfully, and taking everything from Kepler...oh man Duck Boy really did think this through.
"You complete and utter idiot..." YES PUNCH HIM JACOBI! Unconventional grieving process is an understatement.
"I don't want to kill anyone" "Else" ouch.
And yeah... this is Jacobi's "2 birds one bullet solution"
Jacobi is unhinged.
"This is it. Either she shoots you or I kill everyone" yeah it really is over.
Jacobi. You don't need to do this. You really don't.
PHONE CALL?
No. Do not call Pryce and Cutter. Do not call them Jacobi, I don't care if you want to tell them off do not give them information do not call them. Do not call anyone. Maxwell is dead, who does he even have to talk to? Is he gonna call his family? Maxwell's family?
Kepler begging Minkowski for a backup plan...Jacobi really DID beat him...he's nothing now. Though to be fair, he didn't have much to begin with.
"There's no bomb?" Then...what is...oh no. Jacobi what is this game?
"I'm not crazy, that stuff's dangerous!" 😂 Why is Jacobi evil Doug sometimes? I swear if it wasn't for the circumstances they would be friends.
"You've been through plenty, just sit tight. It will all be over soon." I don't know if that's meant to reassure Lovelace or sound ominous Jacobi, but if it was the former, you really gotta work on not sounding like the bad guy.
"Blue, being sucked in, process, killed the original captain Lovelace...the door." There you go Doug! I knew he could figure it out! His science fiction knowledge really comes in handy.
That is a big risk, especially since you don't know what these aliens want, or their history with slimy business man and his evil science girlfriend!
Yep. Leap of faith. Scary stuff, especially when your trust has been broken before.
"Why couldn't it be snakes" Doug, be careful what you wish for.
"How could he? After everything we've been through?" Kepler, be serious. You stalked him, brought him expensive Whiskey and sweet talked a desperate and broken man into joining your murder organization, showed him creepy levels of favoritism at various points in time (especially coming from you of all people), and had zero remorse when you let his best friend get killed. That's what you've been through.
"Will he blow us up" "Yeah." "Can you override his override?" "No. He and Maxwell handled that. I trusted them." Yes, Kepler. And they trusted you. Now one of them is dead. Let's think about this for a moment. I'm sure if we all put our heads together, we can get to the bottom of this mystery of why Jacobi has betrayed you for apparently no reason.
Is Kepler's back up plan shooting Jacobi? OH MY GOSH IT IS...AND YOU WONDER WHY HE BETRAYED YOU? Kepler, you moron, he's probably listening to this entire conversation. He might be deciding which side he wants to back at this very moment. Now is the time to act really really sad about Maxwell and very very broken up about how you treated Jacobi. Not openly admit that you threw Maxwell's life away to get what you wanted, and that you'd throw Jacobi's life away to save your own skin. Otherwise, Jacobi might just end up shooting YOU when he walks through that door.
"Who is putting your station in danger?" You Kepler. You are doing this.
"For once in your life, shut up" About time someone said that Kepler.
"You're hurt, we all are. But you don't have to kill anyone." Oh Minkowski, I know you're trying but Duck Boy is not in a rational space right now. He's literally trolley probleming you right now.
Okay now Minkowski is going insane. Minkowski stop. JACOBI STOP.
If Kepler was a better man he would shoot himself to end this instead of muttering "this is crazy" at the drama that he is directly responsible for. He really does not know when to keep his mouth shut, does he?
"It's not too late to change your mind." YES MINKOWSKI. TEACH THEM GOOD MORALS. It's never too late. Thank you, finally, someone gets it.
"After everything he's done, after everything you've done?" Yes, and after everything you've done too, Jacobi.
Tell him Minkowski. "I know who you're angry at. It's you. Because you could have backed down but you didn't. We both did. We killed two people. And that's eating you up inside."
I love this so much.
"We kill them. Whatever orders, whatever they did, we did it. That's what the riddle teaches you. However you make the choice, you still make the choice. The blood is still on your hands." "You know what doesn't help? MORE BLOOD"
The cycle ends here! YES MINKOWSKI!
"What will?" Jacobi is listening! Come on Duck Boy. You're waddling your way there. You can do it!
"Twenty bucks says I figure it out first" is this really happening???? Is this really happening???? Please tell me Duck Boy doesn't relapse. I need someone to come to reason.
She never had a bullet. You never had a bomb.
YES, Shut Kepler up! FINALLY the team up we deserve.
I'm glad Lovelace and Minkowski are checking in on each other. And you two both deserve command. You need each other. You all need each other.
Oh Hera. She missed the whole thing. 😂
"What did I miss?" Well, Jacobi is a sort of good guy now (or at least an ally), Kepler still sucks, and everyone forgot about Doug.
Wait. DOUG WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
NO DOUG. NO DOUG NO. AT LEAST GO BACK TO THE SHIP AND TALK IT OUT WITH THEM FIRST.
Well that WAS a wild ride. Maybe one of my favorite episodes so far. I can see why y'all were hyping it up.
Episode 54: The Watchtower
Huh. No more pre-episode previews again. And who is this?
Oh Doug. Oh dear. Doug, you poor thing, I'm glad you had a breakthrough but you probably should have talked this through with everyone first.
Doug. Oh Doug. You're the main character and there are a lot of episodes left. You can't just casually throw yourself into the star midway through the season and die like that.
Something is coming out of the star? Reaching out towards, Doug? Oh boy. Well...
...yikes. What is he saying?
Hera is probably listening to this like "oh Doug...Doug what did you do?"
I love how Doug is still talking to Hera. 💕 "Any objections? Good girl." Well that certainly parallels the last chapter...
Wait. Two more stars? Triple star system? That's pretty cool.
Um. What is that? Aliens? ...hopefully nice aliens?
...or not. Oh dear.
...and um. Where is Doug now? Woke up? Woke up from WHAT?
Did the aliens put Doug back in the ship?
Or...is this now clone Doug? I hope not.
Well at least there's breathable air and gravity in this alien hotel.
Mirror? Yeah that is a creepy touch. Considerate, yet creepy.
Self-repairing mirror? Again, cool but creepy. And Doug is prefect for this. They got the movie from YOU MIND Doug. They built this creepy hotel for you, I'm guessing.
And when the alien shows up, I bet it's gonna be one that looks like you or your loved ones given that they used your voice already.
What was that noise?
Are they just keeping him there?
"Let's get our probe on" Doug...they are. What do you think this is?
Yep...alien Doug. Hi alien Doug. :) 👋👽
"Tell me this isn't where I die and you take my place. My dad always said I'd die if I wasn't more careful..." it's alright Doug, I've been told that myself plenty of times.
What?
Words. Speak more words.
Why do they need Doug to speak words?
Ah yes. Mirroring and learning. That's what they want. But why? Why Doug?
Crippled by a language limited by what? Yet achieving interstellar momentum? Uh...what? Symbiological base set of language?
Doug singing the alphabet 😂
DIE????
What is die? The concept is unknown? Oh...oh dear. Explain that it's a bad thing Doug. Explain that it's a very bad scary thing.
"I hate it when Kepler and Jacobi are right" Don't we all Doug, don't we all?
Stops existing!
Incomplete understanding of the universe.
Yes, yes, to dust you shall return, no matter is created or destroyed it simply changes form, but you seem very unnaturally calm about this.
All matter is reused and repurposed. Ceasing from existence is not possible. ...well that's true...but...YOU are something else now. YOU are gone. Something else is in your place now.
Bob. Bob. "Limited time?" "Unsuitable for his biology?" So you DO know what death is. Because you understand that a place unsuitable for his biology = no Doug.
Wait. In the NETWORK? WE? Bob. Are you a hive mind?
"You learned to speak English?" "Correct. It has also lead to debate over whether YOU can speak English." Dang, they really came for him there.
The process? Why are you evaluating Doug?
"Terms you can understand may take some time" Well for super intelligent beings, you should be smart enough to dumb it down.
Don't like that laugh. "A place very very far away from here." Interesting.
"The farthest point away from civilized space"
I see. And what exactly does civilized space look like?
"Discomfort should pass quickly" time is relative, so I hope you're right, Bob.
He gave Doug knowledge? Well, that might be a good way to one up Cutter.
Okay transfer between stars...I'm guessing no, because they didn't use the sun. Huh. I was correct.
Red = no, Blue = go. Well, Bob, sometimes the basics are all you need.
Another species. Rearrange matter? I see. So they are basically aliens with god-like powers that join together to form a superpower.
And they're recruiting humans...but they seem unimpressed so far. Why would they...oh.
They want the music don't they? They've never...they don't have music, but they like it for some reason.
Well then just send them up a band, seems like an easy solution.
Examination, evaluation...surrogates of specimens?
"Unnecessarily dramatic description" "The wolf doesn't even know it's a wolf!" "We arranged atoms" "You brought her back from the dead" "The distinction is irrelevant" Doug, please explain it to them. They really did do Lovelace dirty.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE WHAT CUTTER DOES TO PEOPLE. Spy on them, and if he likes them, they get to join his special secret club. And if they don't like you...I think we both know what happens Doug. They DO have a concept of death. They just prefer not to call it that.
"Ideally isolation" Well at least they are semi-ethical.
"If they can't be isolated" "redistribution into different atoms" SEE I KNEW IT. They call it redistribution because they can't accept the moral idea of killing people.
"They are given a new purpose." Bob...Bob this is immoral. This is horrifying.
"Terminology is inadequate" his terminology is spot on Bob.
"Our interest in your species is not moral. It is technological" Yeah Bob, I think you made that VERY clear when you said you were willing to kill everyone on Earth if they didn't play nice.
You don't deserve our music Bob. Not one note. Which is...a sentence I never thought I would type as a reaction to this show, but here we are I guess.
They can turn back time, escape death, and traverse space, but they don't have music Doug! Most of their language isn't auditory. They have it, apparently, but not to the extent where they'd develop it.
Commander Zhung...valued the tech more than anything.
Oh. I'd like to have met Commander Zhung (I hope I'm spelling that right). She sounds...she sounds nice if that was her reaction to hearing music for the first time.
"You haven't figured out sound recording?" No, Doug. "The music?" There you go, Doug.
And um...I think the aliens might be more into the oldies and by oldies I mean the classics Doug. The old school classics. Stick to classical music. Not sure they're ready for rock and roll or rap or pop or country.
In time they'll learn more about each other, slowly. Okay...so they have some time. That's good. 14,000 YEARS? Oh no wonder they don't fear death. They live a ridiculously long time. And yeah Kepler is in for a treat.
And then...he woke up.
But um...where has he woke up? Near the star? But where is the ship?
"Everything is completely under control"
Why...why does Minkowski sound like a robot? I mean, she usually sounds pretty strict before she snaps at Doug for risking his life, but the actress sounds distinctly creepy here, I don't like it.
Creepy music? Hera struggling and begging him to run?
Oh no. Oh no no no no no...Cutter and Pryce came didn't they? Oh no...Oh no...
Oh Cutter, you bastard.
And I don't have time to listen to anymore tonight. Or this weekend, or for a while, gosh DANG IT, BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD.
Well, I hope you guys enjoy this. I have a lot of emotions so I'm gonna post this with no edits and scream about it in a discord chat somewhere. Bye!
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Healing Touch
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Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction
Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?
Author's Note:  Reader is a bit of a clueless foreigner who has no clue UA is a school. Y/n is in for a hell of a surprise these next few chapters. Also sorry this is turning into a slow burn. There's gonna be some sexual tension next chapter and within 3 chapters, I will have the first REAL smut scene (not just fantasizing).
Warnings/Tags: Kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, mentions of burns, passing out, Dabi takes care of you
Abbreviation Guide: y/n (your name), e/c (eye color)
Word Count: 3.5K
Tags: @toutoshodoroki
Chapter Six: That's My Type
New faces start showing up around the base. The league of villains is growing, officially accepting two new members, with more to come. Magne seems to fit in well with Toga, quickly earning the endearment ‘Big Sis Magne’. Her quirk isn’t outright lethal, but you figure out that it may still be a problem should you escape. She can magnetize according to gender identity. Should you flee, she could magnetize you to reign you back in. It was becoming tiring to be consistently outmatched. 
The other member goes by the name Spinner. There’s something about him that makes him seem different from the rest of the league. He’s much more nervous and awkward. The others carry themselves with a bit more confidence and conviction, contrasting Spinner. Plus, his get-up is strange, even with what you’ve become accustomed to. It’s like some sort of costume or cosplay. Just what the hell is he doing here?
During his introduction, you learn of his quirk. You could tell it was some sort of mutant quirk, as it obviously influenced his body. He has both the appearance and the abilities of a lizard, such as being able to climb up walls. His quirk and mannerisms combined have you suspecting he’s not as skilled in combat compared to the rest of the league. So far, it seems like your best bet would be to attempt to reason with him. Maybe you could trick him into letting you go. If that doesn’t work, you’d have to consider escalating. You want to believe you could totally throw down with him and win, but the current risk of failing is too great for your liking. Not to mention, you have no idea what the consequences would be should you attempt. You’re not in the business of fucking around and finding out.
‘Reasoning it is,’ you decide.
Unfortunately, you’re already beaten to the punch. Shigaraki always thinks ahead. The leader briefed Spinner on your situation, giving him specific instructions against allowing you to leave. Should you get caught running away, Shigaraki allows the use of force to bring you back. The new member seemed conflicted upon the explanation, citing something about Stain’s ideology. Shigaraki was quick to defend your captivity.  
“This world -no- hero society classifies people like us as villains or undesirables. But the healers? They’re never judged for their quirks. They never become villains. How are we supposed to keep ourselves alive, when hospitals would call the heroes? How are we supposed to be healed when the healers themselves are aligned with heroes?” Shigaraki monologues. It’s not hard to guess how he feels about the current hero system. Under the hand mask, his eyes hold a rage you’ve never seen before. Just his expression alone chills you to your core. “It’s karmic rebalancing. A means to an end.”
Shigaraki’s seething speech seemed to placate Spinner. There’s still some reluctance in his body language and expression, but evidently, his hesitation isn’t enough for him to protest further. You bite your cheek, frustrated at the way things are going for you. Maybe there’s still hope for you to convince Spinner, but the odds are becoming slimmer. It’s enough to make you sulk. 
After you’re dismissed by Shigaraki, you head to your room to stew in your own disappointment. You’re feeling far too hopeless and exasperated to brainstorm other avenues of escape. Instead, you bury your head deep into the pillows and let out a good scream. Your muffled shout gives you a little bit of catharsis. Your sulking is short lived, as your time alone is interrupted. The door to your room bursts open. Out of reflex, you instantly shoot up from your bed, scrambling to sit up straight. The suddenness startles you, causing your mind to instantly assume there’s some sort of emergency. Toga bounds over to you with an excited smile on her face. Evidently, she’s unharmed and unworried. No emergency this time.
Toga practically drags you into her room, citing a need for ‘League girl-time’. You’re not exactly in the position to deny her, with being a hostage and all, so you go along with it. She urges you to sit on the floor along with her and Magne. You take a seat across from the two of them, settling yourself on a pink pillow. While the two of them talk, you take a moment to look at your surroundings. The layout is the same as yours with identical furnishings. She’s clearly decorated the space to make it her own. Her room is exactly what you’d expect for a teenage girl, pink decor with a bed drowning in plushies. The only part that ticks you off to her unusual fixation lies on her desk. There’s an assortment of knives and tubes of blood littering the table. How fitting. 
A thought dawns on you upon staring at her knife collection. Maybe this could be useful to you.  ‘Taking one wouldn’t be such a bad idea, I might need some sort of self-defense in the future,’ You think. ‘Toga’s got plenty, surely she wouldn’t notice one missing, right?’
“Aw man, I screwed up! I can never do the other hand right,” Toga complains. Her exclaim pulls you out of your thoughts and you shift your eyes to her. She’s pouting while trying to wipe off the smeared polish from her skin. It only makes the smudges worse, staining her nearby skin in red polish. 
You remember seeing a bottle of nail polish remover near where you sat, so you pass it to her. “Looks like you could use this,” you offer. 
She gladly takes it from your hands and thanks you. The acetone dissolves the smudged polish, fixing her mistake. You can tell a lightbulb must have gone off in her head, as she turns to you and asks, “Hey, y/n, are you good at doing nails?”
“I’m alright at it, I guess,” you answer modestly. 
“Would you mind painting this hand for me?” She questions in a small voice. It’s hard to rationalize denying such a tame request. You find yourself agreeing, to which she welcomes with an appreciative smile. She moves over closer to you and presents her non-dominant hand. You start carefully painting the rest of her nails. 
“So,” Magne starts. She turns to Toga, addressing her question to the teen. “Shigaraki said our next mission will make UA look pathetic. What do you think of his plan, Toga?” You’re not sure where you heard the name ‘UA’ before, but it somehow feels familiar. Maybe its some sort of hero association? An agency maybe? You regret not learning more about the hero culture of Japan. Pushing it off and assuming you’d learn about it better firsthand clearly didn’t work out for you, after getting kidnapped and all. 
The two of them continue the conversation, not noticing your confusion. “I’m really looking forward to it. There was a boy I saw from the UA sports festival that seemed really cool, maybe I’ll get to meet him!” She gushes. Toga begins to passionately ramble about the boy, her pale cheeks flushing in excitement. “He’s got green hair and a quirk that leaves him really beat up. I bet he’d look even cooler covered in blood!” 
Their discussion seems to veer off into a tangent about past crushes. You’re silently thankful their conversation shifts. Hearing their future plans worries you too much, even if you don’t fully understand what they’re talking about. You tune out their conversation, instead focusing on finishing up Toga’s nails. The conversation around you seems to just melt away. Their talk about what type of person they like becomes background noise to you. Or, at least it did until Magne wanted to know your input on the topic. 
“So, y/n, what’s your type?” Magne turns to you and asks.  It’s a sudden question to you, not one you were expecting from her. You pause. 
“Like, the type of person I’m attracted to?” You ask for clarification, desperately hoping she meant anything else. Your wishful thinking ceases when Magne nods. You shift uncomfortably. What have you gotten yourself into?
“Yeah, I wanna know too,” Toga agrees. “You know I like people covered in blood, so I wanna know what you like!” You feel both of their eyes watching you, expectantly. Maybe you can attempt to lie your way out of this. 
“I… I just like someone with a good personality, that’s all,” you lie. You’re worried about what kind of attention your true answer would bring. Just thinking about all the possible, awkward situations it would cause is enough to make your cheeks flame.
“Come on, that’s boring, be more specific!” Toga whines. She’s disappointed with your answer, but it’s better for you this way. 
“There’s no shame in a woman knowing what she wants, you should be more honest,” Magne agrees. You groan in response, still refusing to budge. “We won’t judge you for your tastes.”
“Yeah! Why’re you so embarrassed? Unless…” she trails off, voice becoming more mischievous towards the end. You don’t like where this is heading. “Maybe there’s someone in the league that is your type.” Either you’re more expressive than you think, or Toga is good at reading you, as she lets out an excited squeal. “Eek! Do you have a crush? Who is it?”
“What? No! No way,” you frantically refute. Toga and Magne remain unconvinced, perhaps even more sure of the truth.
“I bet I can guess!” Toga wagers. 
“It wouldn’t be hard, there’s only so many of us,” Magne agrees.  
“I’m not saying anything,” you deadpan. Toga thinks on it for a moment, tapping her finger on her lips in a thoughtful gesture. A lightbulb must have gone off in her head as she opens her mouth to speak.
“I can see you liking those refined types, sorta like Mr.Compress!” Toga guesses. You’re thankful she’s not correct. Evidently, your expression is telling. She pouts upon studying your reaction. “Dang, I was wrong, huh?”
“‘M not saying anything,” you remind, still refusing to budge. You finish up painting her nails, hoping busying yourself would hide your expressions. You don’t notice how Magne scrutinizes you, too distracted with Toga’s whines. The teen tries to goad you into giving her hints, before Magne snaps her fingers. Her gesture silences you and Toga. You and Toga look at her expectantly. 
“You’re into guys with a rough edge to them. The dark, mysterious, and witty types of guys,” She predicts. You feel a bit mortified at how she figured it out, but you’re trying your damnedest not to show it. Magne sees right through you and smirks. “It’s gotta be Dabi.” 
“N-no no no, that’s not-” you try to deny. Your attempts at convincing otherwise fall on deaf ears.
“Woah, Big Sis Magne is good at this,” Toga marvels. You feel your cheeks burn the longer the conversation goes on. “How do you do it?”
“What can I say? I’m a lady with a keen eye,” Magne gloats. “I suspected we had similar tastes.” 
A succession of knocking on the door interrupts the conversation. You’re initially thankful for the interruption, but when the door swings open, you rethink that relief. It’s Dabi. 
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 
“Y/n,” He addresses. You stiffen and straighten your posture. “I’m a little burnt. Mind helping me out?”
“A-Alright, ‘m coming,” you agree. You rise from your spot on the floor. Your eyes catch Magne giving you a not so subtle wink. The action makes more heat rise to your cheeks. Damn, this is embarrassing.
“You’re interrupting girl time, you know,” Toga pouts.  He rolls his eyes. 
“Don’t care,” Dabi retorts. Toga sticks her tongue out at him, to which he reciprocates with a glare. When you meet him at the door, he guides you forward with a tentative hand on the small of your back. His other hand catches the door and shuts it behind the both of you. You can clearly hear the conversation between Toga and Magne through the door. Your mind can’t help but nervously wonder how much of the conversation Dabi heard.
 The anxious questioning in your mind distracts you from noticing how much touchier Dabi is today. His warm palm retracts from the curve of your spine, fingers softly dragging along your back in the process. Despite how warm his hand feels, the featherlight sensation of his makes you shudder. His hand brushes yours a few times while the two of you walk to your room, the contact only making your nervousness worsen. 
Toga’s room is not far from yours, so it doesn’t take long for you to arrive at your door. Dabi casually makes himself comfortable on your bed while you retrieve the first aid kit. Before you use your quirk, you disinfect his wounds and inspect the state of his body. You’re able to visibly see that most of his burns are on his arms and hands, but the lower levels of tissue have been damaged. It’ll take longer to heal this, especially if he wants it treated today. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves for the long healing session ahead of you. 
You begin the healing process on his hands first. It takes time for the skin to even start healing over, leading you to focus a lot of your energy just in one area. Despite your best efforts, your mind keeps wandering, thinking about Dabi, your feelings, and how it all fits in with your situation. You find yourself wishing you met under different circumstances and wondering what he’d be like if he chose a different path in life. Magne was right, Dabi was your type. Not only that, but you enjoyed talking to him. Even healing him wasn’t much of a chore to you. What stops you from pursuing anything is the whole being a criminal part and complicit in your captivity part. You wish you could just shut your feelings off so you could focus solely on scheming a way out. But alas, you cannot fight feelings. You can’t fight the heartbeat in your chest when he touches you. You can’t fight the breath he steals when his eyes meet yours. You can’t fight the playful banter exchanged between the two of you. You can’t fight the attraction you feel towards Dabi. 
You focus back on reality when you feel the numbness creep up your fingers. Upon glancing down, you notice your fingers are turning darker. His hands seem to be healed up enough, but there are still burns on his arms. Should you push your quirk and keep healing him, you’d likely start seeing the effects of frostbite. It’s time for a break. 
“Hey, I’m near my limit. I need to warm up before we continue,” you explain. “It might take some time for me to stop feeling so cold.”
“How long are you thinking?” He asks. 
“Depends. Maybe an hour if I get under blankets? It might be faster if I take a hot shower instead.”
“That’d take too long, I have a better idea.” 
The roles are reversed as he grabs both of your hands. You’re about to ask, but the words die on your lips. His hands heat up, slightly above his usual temperature. The warmth he gives off relaxes your cold hands and you let out a pleased sigh. 
“That feels better already. I didn’t know you could do this, thanks,” you say with a breathy voice. 
“‘S no big deal,” he mumbles. Dabi turns his gaze to your hands and notices how well your hands fit into his. Time seems to slow. The two of you let the minutes tick by, hand in hand. His thumb lazily traces your skin. Such a simple, delicate action manages to ignite electricity where he touches you. He makes it hard to ignore the attraction you feel. 
Still, something about the situation feels like you’re crossing a line. It feels forbidden, like you’re losing yourself the more you enjoy his touch. Reluctantly, you pull your hands out of his. He fights the feeling of disappointment when you do so. “I’m feeling better now, but I’ll let you know when I’m cold, okay?” His eyes meet yours as he merely nods in response. 
Time passes on as you heal him, with more instances of Dabi warming your hands and more internal battles with complicated feelings. Your thoughts seem to go in circles, starting with you thinking about giving into your desires and enjoying the way Dabi makes you feel, and then fearing you’re feeling the beginnings of Stockholm syndrome, only to end back at the start. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the league’s humanity and remember your end goal. With Dabi, it feels impossible. He’s cold and detached from the others, yet with you, he’s surprisingly pleasant and easygoing. You hate to admit, but you find a bit of solace in him. 
During your deep thinking, your hands have climbed farther and farther up the expanse of his arms, leaving healed skin in the wake of your touch. You’re almost done, but you find yourself feeling a bit woozy. Quirk specialists warned you that using your quirk saps your own energy, but you never experienced that downfall of your quirk. The hypothermic side effect was your biggest concern, but with how Dabi’s warmth negates the cold, you’ve pushed past your usual limit. Is that what you’re feeling? An energy depletion? 
You stop healing him the instant the feeling worsens. It’s too bad you’re a moment too late. The room seems to spin around you and your body begins to feel heavy. Your vision even looks fuzzy around the edges. Dabi notices you swaying on the spot. There’s a look of delirium on your face and you seem to be blinking slower than usual. He can tell something is off. 
“Hey, are you-” The rest of his sentence dies on his lips when your eyes roll back and you start to fall backwards. He springs into action, quickly standing up to catch you. You’re pulled flush against his own body. He’s bearing the brunt of your weight, while your foggy mind struggles to react. It takes a few seconds for your e/c eyes to flutter back open. You look up at his cobalt blue eyes with a mixture of confusion and panic upon realizing you can’t stand. Your hands clutch onto his shirt sleeves, fingers bunching up the fabric. 
He catches onto your anxiety, and assures you, “I gotcha, you’re okay.” Your weak legs twitch, attempting to move and hold your body up. “‘M not going to let you fall, relax.”
Your bodies are so close he realizes that he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, only to notice your heart rate slows to a more relaxed pace. He can feel some of the tension in your body subside. If the circumstances were different, he thinks he’d enjoy the sensation of being so close to you, the sensation of touching you. He can’t help but think he should, but any shred of satisfaction is replaced with a gnawing concern for you. There’s this desire in him to take care of you right now, a desire he relents to as he guides you to your bed and gently lays you down. You seem to weakly nestle into the pillows, your body appreciating the rest. While you’re relieved to no longer be in danger of falling, he’s still internally freaking out. You seemed to just faint out of nowhere to him, there’s something seriously wrong with you. He’s still close enough to you to discern your lips are turning blue. Instantly, his brows furrow in concern. Are you cold now too?
 He touches the back of his hand to your cheek, confirming his question. Your skin is like ice, you must be freezing all over. He thinks you must still be a bit delirious, as he catches you leaning into his touch, an action he never pictured from anyone. You whisper a meek, “So warm.” 
“This a side effect of your quirk?” He asks, trying to mask his worry with feigned curiosity. You’re in no state to analyze his tone, so his concern goes entirely unnoticed by you. 
“Mm, I think so,” You tiredly slur. “Seems like my quirk used up my energy.”
“Is there anything you can do? Anything you need?”
“Don’t know, never had this happen before,” you whisper. You attempt to close your eyes and sleep, but he nudges you awake, earning a displeased groan from you. Your eyes open slowly as you look up at him with a pouty expression. “I just wanna sleeeep,” you whine. 
“If you’re out of energy you need to eat something,” he scolds. Truthfully, he’s talking out of his ass. It might help, but he’s just guessing at this point. You don’t seem to have any clue what to do either, as you’re in no state to think of solutions. He’s just a bit afraid of you not waking back up, should you fall asleep now. 
“But ‘m dizzy and the kitchen is so farrr,” you complain. 
“Guess you got a point there,” he softly chuckles and agrees. “I’ll get you something, okay? So stay awake until I get back.” You meely nod in agreement with his terms, despite how heavy your lids feel. He leaves your room and shuts your door, before heading downstairs to the kitchen. It dawns on him that he’s treating you differently than the rest of the league. He’s even helping you without being asked to, without any immediate benefit to him. Why the fuck is he doing this for you anyways? Why did your whining and pouting not piss him off? Why does seeing you like this worry him? Why does he even care what happens to you? His next thought makes him stop in his tracks. 
Oh shit.
It’s because he fucking likes you. 
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