#that means he knows how fond he sounds when he says ‘you’re such an idiot’

[deadsetobsessions]

AU of my Gotham/Tim Drake! Danny where Danny doesn’t know any knowledge beforehand about the DC universe.

Danny doesn’t know how he got here, but the fact that he now shares something in common with Vlad other than their technical halfa status disgusts him

His new name is Timothy Jackson Drake. It’s so far removed from Danny that his parents had him examined for deafness because he didn’t respond to it. He got better at it, at putting on the mask Janet and Jack Drake wanted to see. So they took him to the circus.

He meets Dick Grayson. Danny thinks the kid is adorable, even if Danny himself is technically younger. He sees the flying Graysons fall. The buzzing in his head doesn’t go away.

He’s five, when the fading spirit of Gotham reaches out and pleads her King to protect her city in her stead. She is fading. He says yes, because she’s one of his. The buzzing in his head settles and oh because that’s what’s been missing this entire time. Danny didn’t have a haunt and Gotham gave him one.

He grieves when she dies, the new title settling around small shoulders, and the city grieves with him. In the city proper, Batman and Robin are having the worst night of their lives in the sudden storm.

He’s nine. Robin is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson, in turn, is an idiot. Batman… well, he’s at least mentoring and protecting the child vigilante, which is more than Danny ever had. He grows fond of them. How could he not, when they tried their hardest to help his city? To help him?

He shows himself, to the duo, in his Phantom form. It’s still him, still modeled after Danny Fenton’s face instead of Tim Drake’s. Ghosts are a reflection of the soul, after all.

“Who are you,” Batman demands, shielding Robin with half a step.

“Gotham.” He replies. Danny wills the city to affirm his claim and the city wraps its arms around the vigilantes. Batman and Robin understands, a deep well of pure knowledge being tapped into in ways they weren’t truly meant to understand.

“…How?”

“Magic,” Phantom says, dry. He tells them of city spirits, and that they can call him in times of dire need.

Dick calls him to help with Two Face. Two Face learns the pain of unmelting ice to the balls.

His core aches when the Bats fight, but Danny knows now that it is inevitable. They’re part of his haunt, his ‘fraid. He knows these things far before they come into fruition.

Dick moves to a sister city. Phantom expands his haunt to Bludhaven because he doesn’t, won’t, ever leave his Robins to themselves.

Nightwing is hopeful, is pleasantly surprised, and very suspicious when he shows up during patrol.

“Gotham…? What are you doing here…? This isn’t, well, Gotham?”

“Satellite City. It is an extension of myself. You were Robin, yes. You’re Nightwing, now. But that doesn’t mean I won’t protect you when I can.”

Phantom goes back, and finds a kid trying to steal tires to make a living. He guides his Knight to him. The starved features, the bones Danny could see, it tugs at his core. It feels like the Ancient of Fate themselves were pulling him along.

“How’d you know I was taking the wheels?”

“Gotham.”

“Are you… high on shrooms or something?”

Bruce sighs. Batman asks Gotham to meet the new Robin, and chuckles when Jason is surprised by the glowing green figure.

Phantom hides this Robin just as much as the last one. He curls shadows around his vigilantes, sometimes at the same time, and softens what little sounds they made while stalking through his city for crime.

He makes small jokes with Jason. Danny forgets, a little, the crushing loneliness of being Timothy Drake.

“I didn’t kill Garzona!”

“You-”

Batman stops as a chill he’s never had experienced directed at him weaves around his neck. An angry Gotham.

“He didn’t kill him.” Danny slides a cold hand on Jason’s shoulders.

But the damage had been done and the next day, Batman is begging Danny to tell him any clues of where Jason had gone.

“Ethiopia.”

He clears the way for Batman to get to Robin. He clears the way for Bruce to get to Jason.

He’d fallen into the trap of believing that Batman would handle everything when in the end, he’s just a man in a mantle that demands more than he ever thought he’d have to pay.

Robin is dead and Danny grieves. The skies crack open and pours a torrent of smogged rain water upon the streets of Gotham. Despite that, Crime Alley is untouched by flood. They say the second Robin was protecting his home.

In a way, it’s not wrong.

Gotham fishes Batman from the bay, carelessly tossing the broken Joker against a shipping container.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’ll die.”

Bruce, Batman, lays on his back, eyes glazed and empty. “Maybe I want to.” He admits. And Danny can’t lose someone else. It’s already bad enough he feels the death of everyone in his city, he can’t lose him too. But Dick won’t come back. He already denied Gotham when Phantom had asked him to come back. Granted, Dick was nervous about denying him the entire time, but Danny realized that he’d lost a brother in the colors his parents chose for Dick. Danny- Phantom had cradled Dick in a swaddle of shadows and comfort.

“Alright.”

“Is it? Alright? I- I don’t want to fail you, Gotham.”

“It is. You’ve always made me proud. You will always make me proud. Whether it be by different name, it matters to me not. Stay. Heal.”

Like Dick was given permission, like he received a hint of peace, Dick Grayson crumpled to the floor and sobbed into Gotham’s shoulder.

(Later, long after Dick Grayson realized his little brother was also his city personified, he cries again into Tim’s shoulders after the later dropped a flower pot perfectly on top of Catalina Flores’ head.)

Gotham, Phantom, Danny makes a choice.

“Tomorrow, a child will show up at your door. You will let him in.”

“No- I can’t. I won’t.” He knows what Danny will ask of him.

“You will.” Danny doesn’t ever do it with his people, with his city, but dire times call for dire actions. It is an order. And Batman is Gotham’s knight. “You will. You will train him. You need a Robin to leash your brutality. I need a Robin, for Robin is my hope. The city’s hope. Our people’s hope. Do not forget the goal you have set out to accomplish in my city.”

Batman rages at him, until he falls unconscious from the wounds he’s gathered. Danny brings him home. He tells Alfred what to expect tomorrow. Bruce wakes up, eyes fixated on the crack that appeared on Danny’s neon green face. “Did. Did I do that?”

Danny nods slowly.

Batman crumples into Bruce Wayne. “Okay.” He says. “Alright. Tomorrow.”

Gotham watches him, unreadable. “Tomorrow.” He says, before fading away.

Tim Drake shows up at the door. Nightwing shows up not long after. Tim Drake adapts to Bruce Wayne’s cold looks and brutal training. Slowly, but surely, he leashes in Batman’s grief fueled brutality and less criminals go to prison with half of their lives beaten out of them.

Batman doesn’t see Gotham as much anymore. He feared that he’s angered his city, that he is no longer welcome.

When Tim figures it out… he allows the roads and the shadows to help Batman once more.

Batman stared intently at the extra coverage. “Thank you,” Tim hears him whisper. “I’m sorry.”

And when Jason Todd comes back to life and attacks Tim in the tower, Tim lets Hood beat him. Gotham had failed him, as Jason’s city. He deserves it. (He doesn’t but Danny had gone past the point of being healthy about his own physical wellbeing. Perhaps being a city spirit this long had affected him, even with the King’s title mitigating the worst of the damages.

“HE REPLACED ME!”

“Because I ordered him to.” Tim whispers, past the pain of a broken leg.

“You? Order Batman around? If you’re going to lie, make it a better one, Replacement.”

Tim catches Jason’s wrist, the one holding the knife to Tim’s throat.

“Robin,” he says simply, allowing Gotham to come out and peer at the child that is his.

Jason stares, disbelieving. Gotham had… Gotham had come by and approved of his plans to clean up Crime Alley. Gotham had extracted a promise not to damage the buildings.

“No.”

His city stares back and him and Jason stumbles away. Tim shifts into Danny, into Gotham.

“You…”

“I am Gotham. I- I did not want to wear these colors. They were yours and Dick’s. But Bruce was hurting the city, he was hurting me. So I made sure he stopped.”

Jason stares at the new cracks, the fresh ones he just caused and the old ones he does not remember being on Danny’s ghostly skin.

Jason swallows. “I’m sorry.”

“As am I. I am sorry I was not there to save you. I am sorry that you died.”

Jason stares at him. The Replacement is Gotham. Jason almost destroyed his city.

“I am glad that you’ve returned. That you’re alive, now.”

“…Really?”

“Always.”

Alternative Version of the above Tower Scene:

Jason slides the knife against the Replacement’s neck.

Danny sighs. “I can’t believe I’m dying again.”

Jason pauses. “What the fuck did you just say, Replacement?”

Danny rolls his eyes at him and Jason rethinks his decision of not offing the little fucker right away.

“You think you’re the first one to die in this household? Get a grip. I did it first, way before you did, jackass.”

Tim is 14. He’s a child. What the fuck is Jason doing?

“When…?”

“How do you think I became Gotham, little bird?”

Jason freezes. And then he’s scrambling backwards, the knife flung away in his horror.

Tim shifts into Gotham and Jason bites back a cut of regret and bitterness.

He… no, what? What even is happening?

“Why is the Joker not dead? You… you told me that you loved me. That Gotham… that-”

“I’m cruel, little bird. The Joker would not suffer as much if he were dead.”

“He’s killing people! He’s killing your own!”

“So everyone thinks.”

“What?”

“I am Gotham, little bird. Mass hallucinogenic gasses are so within my reach to the point it is concerning. Perhaps you should help Ivy with the city clean up?”

“Huh?!”

#genius tim drake #gotham bay is a corpse dumping ground #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #bludhaven #gotham #gotham is Danny’s haunt #protective Danny #Danny Fenton #Danny doesn’t have the familiarity of knowing the universe he’s been reborn into #so he doesn’t have the emotional crutch of distracting himself #Danny is both protecc and attack #Danny grieves gotham and Jason #Danny: fuck I’ll fix you myself #Batman is Gotham’s plumber lol

[inmaki2]

luxiem’s reaction to you falling asleep on stream

req . luxiem x gn!reader .

fluff . 1k est wc .

(f/n - fandom name) ty for the cute req ^^ not proofread + lmk if there’s warnings i missedd

“lemme just read a few more supas before i end, chat..”

despite your determined words, even the viewers notice your model’s eyes drooping ever so sleepily while you talk. many express their concern and wishes for you to continue tomorrow, while others spam ‘tskr’ and remarks on how endearing the situation was.

“‘go sleep’? nah, you don’t—“ you’re cut off by a yawn, speech turning slower involuntarily, “you don’t have to worry, i’m.. i’m okay guys.”

coincidentally, right as you try to read the next donation, you close your eyes, attempting to give yourself just a second of rest, only to slip right into dreamland. of course, your chat explodes simultaneously; a majority being exclaims of what would happen next while others debate on if something else might’ve occurred. luckily for you, your boyfriend — who just so happens to be experienced in your field of work — is on the bed a few feet over, ready to help out.

mysta rias

mysta is much more observant than some may think (especially when it comes to you) and easily caught onto your state long before chat did

he shook his head from the bed, knowing exactly how you were feeling whilst you pushed yourself to continue thanking donations

it hurt him watching you in such a state, especially knowing he couldn’t do much

but now that you’ve drifted off, he’s quick to tiptoe over and take control of your model

he doesn’t even say hi, only muttering a ‘give me a minute, guys’ before grabbing your underarms and carrying you off to bed

once you’re neatly tucked in, he plants a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing back to finish up the stream

“sorry about that, yes it’s mysta! hope you guys dont mind me taking over for a bit.. wait, why’s everyone saying clip this?!”

mysta isn’t big about sharing much when it comes to your relationship, but he’ll be sure to let your fanbase what’s going on if you (clearly) can’t admit it yourself

“yep.. they say don’t worry, but then shit like this happens. fuckin’ stubborn, aren’t they?” he huffs, glancing over at your sleeping figure with fond but frustrated eyes

“good thing i was here. don’t worry, f/n.. i know you’re jealous and all, but they’re in good hands. if y’know what i mean,” the male cackles before remembering how close you are, sighing when he ensures you’re still asleep

mysta being mysta, he ends up talking to chat for a bit longer than necessary, mostly rambling about you of course

and before he ends stream, the idiot probably comments some suggestive shit that only makes the amount of clips from your stream double (sigh)

however, while he fools around for the viewers, don’t expect to be off the hook without a serious talk in the morning, along with a staff meeting that mysta will personally organize that same night

also,, be prepared for him to never live this down </3

ike eveland

the amount of times he had to stop himself from rushing over and just pulling you to bed throughout the stream..

he even tried (spamming) texting you, yet you’d simply send a stern shake of your head from the desk

so of course, once you closed your eyes for good, ike was already planning out the speech he was going to give you later on

your boyfriend can’t help but mumble about how ‘he knew this would happen’ as he paces closer, muting your mic before carrying you bridal style to bed

as romantic as it sounds, this boy was deadpanning stubbornly the whole time

“well, hello there f/n, ike here! like i’m sure most of you figured out, y/n fell asleep. the remainder of supas will continue next stream, but i hope you guys take this as a lesson that having designated time for rest is just as important—“

yes, even your chat gets an ike lecture

soon after, he’s shutting your pc down while glancing at you with an unreadable gaze

poor boy isn’t sure if he wants to scold you or hug you first

in the end he complies with hugging you all night

even after he wakes up he’ll bring his laptop in bed just so he can be near you while still working

“ah, look who’s awake,” brushing some hair from your face, he chuckles as you stretch cutely. “did you sleep well?”

“mm.. wait, what happened to my stream?”

at this, ike deadpans once again, pushing his laptop away — and that’s when you know you’re in trouble <\3

shu yamino

he knows how headstrong you can be, so he rarely tries to get you to change your mind on things like this, even when watching you doze off on live eats away at his heart

the only time he’d given his opinion was a few hours before stream, where you showed visible signs of over working

“babe?” he swallowed in discontent, inspecting your messy state from the kitchen. “i think you should cancel stream today, we can start a new anime n’ head to bed early tonight instead.”

it was a tempting offer, but the looming thought of potentially letting fans down made you swiftly decline, earning a defeated sound from the male

now here he was, rushing over to mute your mic and gently pat you awake

“y/n— y/n, you fell asleep on stream.”

that has your eyes shooting open, and the redness in them has guilt building further in shu’s chest

he feels like a bad boyfriend, like he should’ve been more assertive in taking care of you, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened

but those thoughts were for another day; right now you needed him more than ever

in an attempt to calm you down as you blabbered in confusion, he squeezes your hand in his

“shh, baby,” shu rarely used such petnames, but it immediately has you settling down. “you’re okay. it’s okay, f/n are still here waiting for you, see?”

he continues to kneel by your setup, rubbing your knuckles comfortingly as you build up the strength to unmute and explain the situation

“i don’t even know what happened, i hope everyone who donated doesn’t mind if i finish reading them next stream?” as you speak, shu nods supportively

if for some reason anybody were to get upset about this, he’d gladly argue with them himself

as soon as you hit ‘end stream’, he rises from the floor, holding your hand while walking to bed and murming affirmations softly

he smiles as you fall back to asleep almost instantly, messaging your manager himself to clear your schedule <3

vox akuma

honestly, he’d never let it come to this in the first place

“love, you’ve been slugging around all day. there’s no way you have the energy for a stream.”

in the end, you make a compromise to stream for much less time than you originally planned.. yet still fell asleep

vox hadn’t even realized at first; so busy completing work of his own until the silence finally registered

he would be mad and scold you like ike.. but you just look so cute napping away at your desk!!!

without bothering to mute, mans just admires you for a second with a tiny smirk

even in this state you were stunning to him,, not his fault

eventually lifts you like a sack over his shoulder (if you weren’t so tired he’d slap your ass by now. sigh) before settling you in bed

at that point he was desperate to just cuddle up with you, but of course the live was still ongoing

“why hello, f/n, there’s been a bit of.. em, a turn of events as you can see.. my idiot partner refuses to give themself a break so now you get me!”

vox chuckles lowly while reading the chaos and confusion in chat, sparking a new onset of comments. “guys, i can guarantee your oshi is not dead, c’mon, have some faith in me.”

like mysta, he doesn’t want to let the viewers in on too much, but he definitely hovers around the topic of overworking and breaks

“—after all, they’ve given up hours upon hours to plan more streams and events for you to enjoy, so now, i’d like everyone to be equally supportive and let them have a week or so off, hm? we don’t want this happening again, right?”

it’s a bit passive-aggressive, protective boyfriend tone honestly,, he can’t help it okay!

the minute it’s over vox is rushing back into bed, taking on the role of big spoon instinctively at your exhausted state

in the morning, he’s eager as ever to help you send a break request to the company <3

luca kaneshiro

now this one can be a bit,,

oblivious

he could tell you were tired, yes — but had no inkling it was to such a degree where you’d fall asleep in front of thousands of viewers

it definitely makes him think back to how your energy had been much lower than usual for a while now

he feels guilt bubbling in his stomach, but pushes it away as he swiftly moves in front of your mic

“chat! psst, it’s— it’s luca! y/n fell asleep, should i scare them!?” he whispers, barely holding in a mischievous giggle, “kidding, kidding. they deserve to sleep, like, really. i’ll keep you guys company for now alright?“

being the entertainer he is, luca easily finished up stream with his ‘impromptu asmr’, all while keeping one hand on your knee affectionately

“alright f/n, i think it’s time i uh, get y/n to bed, but thank you to those who stuck around! i’ll make sure they get lots of rest, pinky promise!”

it was going smoothly until he clumsily tried to lift you from the chair, awkwardly placing one hand on your behind and the other around your torso

“luca? the fuck are you doing?” you blink, only registering your boyfriend’s interesting hand placement as you wake up

his eyes widen, quickly letting you down with flushed cheeks. “what— i— i was just bringing you to bed! you fell asleep!”

“oh.. wait, on stream?!”

the boy quickly assures you (through lots of laughter) that he had it under control, and luckily for him you were too tired to fight back, only humming as he slides into bed as well

“i pinky promise’d your chat, babe. i promised that i’d make sure you rest, so no streaming for the next couple days, ‘kay?”

he gets snoring in response, which in his mind is good enough!

you wake up to a message from your manager wishing you a nice week off.. and the culprit only smiles adorably <3

if u want me to write more make sure to reblog/send asks and tell me if u enjoyed !!!!!

nkox 2023 - do not copy, translate, crosspost, etc.

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[redrebecca]

Hawkins Heat & Hypocrites

NO VOL 2 SPOILERS - TAKES PLACE BETWEEN SEASON 3 AND 4

Summary: Its hot in Hawkins and Steve really, really loves you

Word count: 2.8k  

A/N: The first fic I've completed in about 2 years and the first one I've written for Steve! I hope you like it :)  

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

*

Family video on a Tuesday, a few minutes past one o’clock, in the height of a characteristically hot, humid and sweaty Hawkins summer is understandably not bustling with customers. In fact, not a single customer had entered the store in two hours - the chime of the bell above the door remaining thankfully silent. The usual chatter from Robin was also absent from the heavy air after she had retired to the back room half an hour prior, grumbling and groaning about sore arms, sweat stains and too many tapes to re-shelve. 

Family video was deserted, it may as well have been closed.

According to Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington, who had you perched on the counter, short clad legs spread wide enough for him to slot comfortably between as he pressed doting kisses to your neck, jaw and cheeks, his fingers trailing lightly up and down your thigh and his other hand gentle but firm where it rested under your top, slightly above your hip.

Steve Harrington, who would never admit that he may have been slightly biased.

“Steve you can’t just close the store” 

The hand on your hip gave a gentle squeeze as he reluctantly pulled back to look at you, eyes soft whilst harbouring their usual amount of mirth.

“Sure I can, I did it last night. It’s simple really all I have to do is walk up to the door, flip the sign and-“ 

The corners of his mouth tug upwards when you groan at his antics. He hides his fast approaching grin by returning to his previous position, dragging his nose along the line of your throat, his lips kissing wherever they land despite your previous concerns over the damp layer of sweat and sun cream that had formed on your skin, a gift from the relentless Hawkins heat. Steve had made it very clear he couldn’t care less. A suggestive comment had been made, referencing the many times you’ve broken into a sweat in his company, in his bed to be more specific, with the sole purpose of trying to fluster you. It worked, you rolled your eyes but he hadn’t missed your bashful smile as you tried to turn away. Before you had a chance to fully hide from him he’d cupped your jaw in his hand, ducking down to tell you, “I’ll still have you, slimy or not” before quickly covering your lips with his to quiet your affronted protests. 

That's how you ended up in your current position, the skin of your legs sticking uncomfortably to the cold countertop, your boyfriend caging you in. 

“No, idiot. I know that you can physically close the store I just mean that you can’t close it now”

“Oh yeah? Says who?”

His words were slightly muffled by your skin, his palms warm and heavy on your hip and thigh and Steve delighted in your small shudder as the tip of his nose brushed over that spot just behind your ear. Much to his enjoyment, you inhaled sharply and swallowed before answering.

“Keith. Probably some of the family video heavy weights too”

“Family video heavy weights”

Steve’s voice was dripping with a combination of amusement and fondness, igniting a familiar heat in your chest. You scratch lightly at the hairs at the back of his neck, squeeze him a bit tighter between your legs.

“You heard me”

“Always do, sweetheart”

There’s a pause in conversation as he continues his loving ministrations, each kiss becoming more and more searing - hot enough to rival the blazing sun. The beams of golden sunlight catch the tendrils of his hair between your gentle fingers, hints of chestnut shining amongst his darker hair.

“I know what you’re doing”

“Oh really?”

As his teeth graze at your neck, you can only hum in agreement knowing a normal-sounding spoken response would be near impossible and the boy does not need any encouragement.

“And what is it that I’m doing?”

When he pulls back and tucks a stray hair behind your ear, fingers trailing along your cheekbone as his eyes follow, you blink. Hard. Hopefully hard enough to tether you back to the front desk at Family video. 

“You’re trying to butter me up so I let you close early”

“You’re insane”

“You’re transparent”

He scoffs but doesn’t deny it.

“All I’m saying is we could be at my place in a half hour, I wouldn’t have to wear a vest.. or much, y’know with the heat and all. And, I changed my bedding yesterday. Fresh sheets”

He wiggled his eyebrows and squeezed your hip.

“It’s too hot for that, Steve. I’m not getting heat stroke because you can’t keep it in your pants for a full shift”

He scrunches his face up at that.

“That’s not what this is I- that makes me sound like a creep”

“It’s not happening, Harrington”

He sighs. You think he’s dropped it. You should know better.

“I have AC”

“Great, answer’s still no”

His eyebrows raise

“I have a pool”

Now it's your turn to scrunch your face up.

“The pool where the kids swim? Really, Steve?”

Far too late, you catch the innuendo you’ve let slip. Steve, despite his age, grins. Trying to claw back a bit of control and add some reasoning to your refusal, you continue.

“It’s hot out, the lunch club knows no boundaries. I’m not scarring a group of innocent little teens because of you, hotshot”

“I don’t think they’re that innocent”

You shake your head in frustration, because out of all of your argument that’s his takeaway? 

“Steve”

His facial expression morphs into one of exasperation as he defends himself.

“I’m just saying the other week when I was dropping them off I couldn’t look out of my rear view mirror for ten minutes because every time I did, all I saw was El and Mike making out. Ten whole minutes, babe. If you don’t believe me, ask Henderson” 

“Dustin was there? Did he not get them to stop? He threw a shoe at you that one time”

He nods, briefly flinching at the memory of when the curly headed boy had hurled his shoe at Steve because he was ‘sucking face’, your face to be specific, in his eyeline which, in the Henderson rule book, is apparently punishable with a shoe to the head. Followed by a lot of high pitched screeching.

“He thought the phone call with Suzie-poo the night before was a more pressing matter”

“Was it?”

“Apparently they’d broken their record for the longest ‘you hang up, no you hang up’”

You snort and despite his previous exasperation, he lets out an amused huff of laughter. Chocolate coloured eyes remain on your face, your soft grin and the way your eyelashes brush against the top of your cheek when you blink. He wants you. He always does, but especially now. So, he prepares his final proposal to get you into his car and back to his house.

“I can lock the gate?”

“We both know that a lock won’t stop Dustin Henderson”

Steve nods begrudgingly and mumbles “Shit head” in agreement. He deflates as his last chance is ripped in front of him all because of a kid that can’t keep his nose out of other people's business, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His hair tickles at your temple but you don’t want to move.

“And anyway, in your family pool? Have a bit of class, Harrington”

And just like that, Steve splutters back to life.

“Class? That’s rich coming from someone who’s been all over me for the past half hour” 

You watch him, entirely amused by his theatrics. He’s looking around the store as if to find out where you’d lost your critical thinking ability. However his futile search screeches to a halt when his eyes lock on yours and your giddy smile is returned tenfold. His hand on your hip subconsciously moves higher and squeezes again. You can’t bring yourself to care that you’re grinning like a love sick idiot.

That is, as always, before Steve opens his mouth.

“You know what you are? A hypocrite”

A startled laugh leaves you. Where this accusation has come from, you’re not entirely sure, but you know from the look on his face you’ll find out soon. So for now all you can do is enjoy the moments of silence before he no doubt continues to spout ridiculous allegations.

“You’re groping me at family video of all places and lecturing me about class? Unbelievable, I should kick you out”

“Groping?” 

Maybe your voice is higher than usual, but Steve’s rises to reach it, echoing your previous words.

“You heard me”

“Whose hand is under whose shirt?”

You have him there, hook, line and sinker. Steve knows this, but the logical path is not one he tends to follow in your conversations - hence the hypocrite and groping accusations. He doesn’t move his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

A pause and a cheeky grin.

Your fingers still in his hair in anticipation for what he’s going to say

“Hypocrite”

He belly laughs as you shove him away from you and jump off the counter. It’s a laugh that’s present in all of your best memories, a familiar sound that always has your heart racing and cheeks burning from smiling too hard for too long. One you would go to great extents for, on nights where the horrors of what you’ve experienced catch up to both of you. The laugh you miss so deeply when those aforementioned horrors appear, a seemingly unending cycle that you can only pray you’ve seen the end of. 

Your grin falters and your laugh fades with it.

“Hey”

When you look up, he’s staring at you. His eyes hold the warmth you’ve become so familiar with, but it’s not right. His eyes linger too long, trail across your face one too many times - he’s worried. Immediately, you’re struck with how well he knows you, how he can read the smallest, almost indistinguishable changes in your facial expressions and body language. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again, but the fact that someone loves you so deeply, that Steve Harrington loves you so deeply, is a feeling you will always be stumped by and will always cherish.

“C’mere”

You flash him a playful glare and try to ignore how his shoulders sag slightly in relief or else you’ll run into arms, sob and then maybe later he would have to have you removed from the premises for getting handsy with him in a Family video store.

“Get lost, Harrington”

He grins, hands raised in surrender. 

“I won’t try anything I swear, just… can I?”

Maybe you nod your head too quickly, but when Steve Harrington asks nicely with his tone slightly softer than usual, you’re not sure if there’s anything he could ask for that you would say no to. Except from the swimming pool plan because in full seriousness, Dustin Henderson has never been stopped by a lock. And you dread to imagine what he would throw at Steve this time.

You step forward into his waiting arms as he reaches for your necklace, fingers brushing your collar bone as he repositions it around your neck. It doesn’t take long for you to understand what he’s doing, it takes a second longer for you to understand why he’s doing it. But when you realise you feel stupid - the answer is glaringly obvious.

Because he’s Steve.

And you’ve struck gold.

“The clasp was at the front”

He explains it simply, as if he hasn’t left you reeling over such a small gesture. But maybe that’s the beauty of it, he gives so much and so often without realising, without expecting anything in return. 

“And whose fault was that?”

The easy grin is back on his face. He takes your wrists into his hands without a second thought, his hands sliding up your arms to hold onto your shoulders, thumbs stroking over exposed skin before they trail back down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I was cajoled”

“Sure you were, Stevie”

He lights up at the nickname, the one he claims to hate. 

Hypocrite, you think.

Steve’s eyes drift down to your necklace again and suddenly he’s looking all too smug.

“It’s a nice necklace”

You can’t even deny it. He’d bought you it for your last birthday, completely off his own back without any input from you. You’ve worn it every day since, something Steve has noticed but never mentioned, deciding to be quietly proud instead of rubbing it in everyone’s faces despite how much he wants to. 

Hell, even Robin was speechless. 

“So what did dingus get you?” She’d asked lounging on one of Steve’s couches, a slice of birthday cake in hand and a party hat placed haphazardly on her head. You gestured to your neck and watched as she nodded, approving. 

“I’m surprised you remembered which one she wanted”

“Fuck off, Buckley. I picked it out myself”

The girl was stunned, the cake nearly dropped right out of her slackening fingers. She shuffled even closer to you to get a better look, growing even more shocked and, much to her surprise, impressed with Steve.

“Holy shit, Steve”

Meanwhile Max still refused to believe that Steve had actually chosen it.

“It’s a really nice necklace”

Using his hold on your hands he pulls you into him, his hands wrapping around your back as you tuck your face into his shoulder. The name badge attached to his vest presses into you but you don’t care. It’s a small discomfort you quickly forget about as his broad, heavy hands hold you close. 

“I wear it everyday”

Steve hugs you even tighter to him, you clutch him even tighter to you.

“I know”

You feel the soft press of a kiss to the top of your head and sigh at the feeling of his hands slowly moving across your back, then to your shoulder, up the back of your neck before your head is gently tilted back. You close your eyes as he pecks your lips. Once, twice, three times before he deepens the kiss, your hands grabbing at his sides as his hands remain sure and unwavering on your cheek and at the back of your neck. It’s hard to think straight when he’s crowding every one of your senses, that’s why it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are. Maybe you allow yourself to indulge in his kisses and caresses for a moment longer, but you enjoy it and you’re certain Steve does too.

“Steve” 

He barely pulls away, lips smearing against yours as he speaks.

“That’s it, say my name babe”

“Steven”

He makes a displeased noise. 

“Not quite”

Before he can slot his lips against yours, you put a firm hand on his chest. He gets the message and reluctantly stops, moving a hand to rest on the arm between you. His short fingernails scratch lightly up and down the expanse of skin, goosebumps shortly following after.

“Can I stay at yours tonight?”

His nod is quick and hurried. 

“Of course you can. Just uh,”

His eyes remain on your arm where your skin is still covered with goosebumps, the corners of his mouth raise and as much as you hate yourself for it, yours do too.

“Don’t forget to bring your swimsuit. Or do forget, I’m sure we’ll find a way around it”

Your bubbly laugh contradicts the eye roll his comment receives and the warmth in your chest is now joined by the giddiness in the pit of your stomach. You shake your head, traitorous bursts of laughter still leaving your lips.

“I’m not coming for whatever you have planned in the swimming pool, Harrington”

“No? What are you coming for then?”

You grin and shrug your shoulders with an air of faux nonchalance.

“You have AC”

Steve’s laughter fills the silent store, the best a Family video has ever sounded in your humble opinion. Your laughter is quick to follow, spurred on by his happiness and his hand that is still on your arm, keeping you close to him. You’re overcome by love, adoration and Steve, and you can’t get your eyes to leave his face. The laughter from your end fades as you continue to gaze at him with an overwhelming amount of fondness and endearment.

He can’t help but notice, suddenly turning sheepish under your unwavering attention.

“What?”

A smitten smile, full of emotion.

“I really love your laugh”

Usually he would joke or tease, but you look absolutely besotted and Steve knows he’s got the same look in his eyes. Also, most importantly, he loves you. He really, really loves you.

“That’s strange, I really love yours too”

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Fondness

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content: fluff, idiots in love, some?jealousy, confessions.

A/N: I figured I have been writing too much angst so..fun fact: Buckley is an actual dog that can be found in the TLOU games so there you go.

SIDE NOTE: IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW DOGS CANT EAT GRAPES 😓😭 MY BAD

    “Can I ask you a question?” Joel was rubbing his neck, his eyes wandering the small diner that Jackson has managed to set up. “Spit it out already.” You answered, taking another bite of the pancakes on your plate. Joel covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes gauging you for a reaction that he himself didn’t know for what reason. He inhaled, forcing himself to blurt out the words before he just loses the courage to bring it up again. 

    “How do you know if you like someone?” You spluttered upon hearing his words. He instinctively pushed the latte you had ordered towards you. You glanced up at him as you took sips of your latte, wondering if Joel was serious. There was no hint of a smile or any form of humour that would have made his previous question seem like a joke. “Uh.. umm.” Your mind was blank, having absolutely zero answers. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “You’re the one who was married.” You pointed out to him. Joel let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding. “I just want an opinion.” You gave him a judgemental look, absent-mindedly cutting your pancakes into bite-sized portions. “Uh… I-” There were so many words but yet nothing seemed to make sense. It was embarrassing to admit that you practically had zero experiences when it comes to anything romantic. “I really don’t know what to say.” You admitted. “People tend to say things like you would just know. But I don’t think I ever experienced it.” You shrugged. How would you know something you never experienced, how would you meet someone and just think that they are a good fit for you? This concept never made sense to the logical part of you. 

   Joel’s shoulders deflated ever so slightly as he weighed your answer in his mind. A silence fell as Joel occupied himself with his thoughts while you focused on the food before you, giving yourself some time to ponder his question.  

   “I guess when you think of someone all the time. You search for them in crowds and subconsciously remember every detail about them.” You broke the silence. Joel looked at you, still mindlessly taking bites of your pancake. “Huh.” He merely grunted. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. It was one of your greatest complaints about him, Joel wasn’t one for words, preferring to answer with random sounds instead of actual words. When you first met him through patrol you had thought he hated you because of that. Thought that he didn’t want anything to do with you until you brought up the issue with Tommy who reassured you that his stoic brother has always been like this. 

   “You’re so boring, Joel.” You sighed exasperatedly when he answered another one of your remarks with a hum. Those words finally seemed to snap him out of his daze. He merely blinked at you, an ignorant look on his face. He let out a small “What?”, taken aback at your sudden comment. “It’s a conversation, Joel! You’re supposed to engage in it not reply to me with sounds. I thought you hated me when we first met because of that.” You admitted it was probably his first time hearing about this. If Tommy didn’t tell him first. He let out a chuckle, “I am not boring.” He defended, he knows you well enough to know when you truly mean your insults. “I can literally predict your responses.” You challenged. He raised his eyebrows, “O-“ “Ok.” You finished his word for him. It was your turn to look smug, you looked at him and how he slowly realised that he had just proven your point. 

   “I guess I am boring. Sorry for that.” Joel admitted with a guilty smile. “I’ll- I’ll try not to.” He promised. You merely shook your head at him. “What brought about the sudden question? You have someone in mind?” Joel smirked, “if I do?” You shrugged at him, “You can spill it. Or you can just keep it to yourself. I don’t really care.” 

   A lie. Of course you cared. 

   Joel drummed his fingers against the surface of the table. He contemplated ordering another cup of coffee but he doubted it would help his nerves. “Well I can’t stop thinking of her. I search for her in crowds. I leave my house at 10am everyday when I don’t have patrol hoping i would catch a glance of her when she passes by my porch when she takes her morning walks.” You let out a sigh, “Joel, you were once married. I haven’t even caught feelings for anyone since I was 16 and even I can tell just based of your words that you’re head over heels.” You cut him off, maybe deep down you didn’t want to hear it. Joel laughed, “Since you were 16? That’s decades ago. Even before the world turned to shit.” “I didn’t have a life ok? Everyone just seemed so childish.. and well I had better things to do then pursue a relationship.” You kicked him under the table. He simply chuckled, “You're right. Those boys didn’t deserve you anyways.” You turned your gaze away from him as you felt your cheeks heat up. Joel may be laughing, but your words made his body tense ever so slightly. Reading between the lines, what if it really meant that you didn’t have romantic feelings for anyone up till now? Then was he a fool for wanting to put this friendship on the line because he got greedy? 

   “So are you going to tell me who it is… or are we just going to move on.” You pursued but still gave him enough space to back out. Joel hummed, intertwining his hands as he casually cracked his knuckles and stretched. Trying his best to act as nonchalant as possible.

   “It’s-“

   “Joel!” Both your eyes turned to the person who had just interrupted the most crucial point of the conversation. “Oh, Esther. Hey.” Joel greeted while you nodded at her in acknowledgment. Her hands immediately fell into his shoulders casually. You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably, searching the crowd in the diner for a reason to slip away. 

  “Thanks for last night. It’s been a while since-“ It was childish but you had forced yourself to stop eavesdropping by forcing an annoying tune into your head. It wasn’t your place to know what happened between them last night. Although you felt idiotic for not catching on earlier. Esther always carried a torch for Joel, you had only realised when you overhead people gossiping about them. You just never expected Joel to reciprocate her feelings. 

   You cleared your throat, “Here take a seat. I was just leaving anyways.” You quickly stood up and gestured to the seat and left before anyone else could say anything. You had to get out, had to give yourself time to process the information as you maneuver your way through the morning crowd. 

   “Sorry, another time alright?” Joel quickly excused himself from the table. Not caring how bad it looked from an outsider’s perspective. Joel ran out of the diner, running his hands through his hair as his eyes searched for you. When Joel spotted you again, he heaved a sigh of relief. You were sitting by Buckley’s side while leaning against a tree. Buckley is Jackson’s supposed guard dog but being the friendly cheerful dog he is, he never seemed quite suitable for that job. So instead, Buckley roams the streets of Jackson, entertaining the children and accompanying most of the residents. In return, he gets treats and pats. 

      “I wasn’t supposed to feel that way.. I was supposed to be happy for him and tease him after.” You ranted softly to Buckley who was laying his head in your lap. Buckley merely whimpered in response as you continued to slowly massage the spot behind his ears. “You plannin’ on replacing me with Buckley?” The sound of Joel’s voice made your face turn red ever so slightly, wondering if he heard your sorry rant to Buckley. “Aren’t you-um... With Esther?” You questioned. “I’m with you.” Joel’s gaze punctured right through you. “Why did you leave?” His gaze softened, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. Buckley looked up at Joel, an exasperated look on his face. As though even he thought that Joel was an idiot. 

   “I just thought that you would rather..spend your time with her.” Joel scoffed. He stared at you his brown eyes carried a hint of disappointment at your response. He unfolded his arms from his chest. 

   “I don't know what I have to do for you to understand that…” Joel moved closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “I will choose you every time. It will always be you.” Your breath hitched in your throat. Joel and your relationship had always been complicated. Close friends were what you told most people, yet you turned up as his date on multiple occasions. You lived in the same house as him, in his spare room. The spare room he wanted to turn into his workshop but put off that idea because he hoped that you would continue staying with him. The both of you were practically partners in everything except when it comes to partners in a relationship. 

   Your eyes searched desperately for a hint of his emotions. Unsure if he meant what he’s saying to you in that specific way or was it just a passing comment. Joel sighed at your wandering eyes, he knew that you were trying to decipher if he meant it. He scratched the back of his neck, “Close friends?” He scoffed again at himself. 

   “I can never see you as just a friend because I see my future with you.” Joel cringed every so slightly at his own words. Did his words even make sense? Hell, he really should have taken the time to improve his literature if he knew he was going to pull some abstract philosophical sentence when he is confessing to you. You stared at him blankly, unsure of how to react despite knowing exactly how you felt for him. “I- I just mean- I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you till the end of time, till our hair turns white, and when I finally can laugh at your white hair as retribution for how you always tease me for mine.” Joel rambled, he knew he was. His heart lightened when he heard the sound of your chuckle at his last comment. 

    “I would like to too.” You admitted, a blush tinting your cheeks. 

    Joel doubted he had ever pulled someone into his arms in such record timing before. In a split second, before your mind could even comprehend it, his arms were on your hips and his lips were on yours.     It felt like the beginning of a new chapter. 

 —---------------------------------------------------------

    “Goddamn boy..” Tommy stood from a distance, watching everything unfold. His hands ruffled through the fur on Buckley’s head. Buckley had run into the stables that Tommy was in and dragged him here. Just in time for him to witness Joel finally making his move on you. “This really is some treasure you brought me.” He whistled, laughing a little as he rewarded Buckley with some oranges he had just picked up from the greenhouse.

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Kamaboko Squad x Popular Reader Part 2

𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾，𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽 𝗑 𝖯𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖦𝖭！𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽．

Finally, the time has come and the game was about to commence. Genya was waiting anxiously for this time of the day ever since he learned that the person he secretly adored most would be in the spotlight. He was sitting in the bleachers with some other friends with exhilaration pumping through their veins, and conversations swirling all around them. 

He had brought with him a singular (favorite flower) to give Y/n once the game concluded. Y/n had carried the team throughout most of the games through not only their impeccable skills, but also through their courageous leadership. Genya was snapped out of his thoughts when the sound of the buzzer rang through the crowd signaling that the players were going to begin practicing. Their own school’s team came out first, running around the gym/field jumping up and down with face paint of their school’s color and jerseys. 

The pace of Genya’s heart rapidly picked up speed as he saw Y/n, Y/n stood out from the rest due to their jersey being a different color since they were the captain of the team. Y/n was wearing a bright smile that shined brighter than the stadium lights. The team ran around twice before jumping into their stretch exercises when the opposing team came out of their locker rooms.

Like the previous team, they ran around hyping the audience up, the stadium was filled with cheering and booing. The opposing team also got into their stretches but by then, the home team was already practicing. Genya watched Y/n with adoration in his eyes, he watched them give positive feedback to their teammates, he watched them effortlessly score points, and after some time of both teams practicing, the buzzer sounded and the teams cleaned up and lined up. The person on the intercom explained the rules and once the teams finished wishing the other good luck, the buzzer went off which signaled the start of the game.

Y/n was up first and all their fans including Genya started cheering them on. Y/n scored the first point of the match with ease and the crowd went wild for Y/n, Genya was in awe of how perfect he thought Y/n was. The game went on for almost 2 hours, each team was scoring points but it was clear that Y/n was scoring the most. Y/n scored the final point of the game and their own school celebrated. Confetti and roses were everywhere, people were hugging each other and Y/n’s team picked them up and chanted Y/n’s name. By the time everyone was leaving, Genya was rushing through people to find Y/n and when he finally saw them, they were carrying bouquets of roses and sunflowers and had a few pieces of confetti stuck in their hair.

“H-hi Y/n, remember me? I was the idiot who ran into you yesterday at the locker rooms hehe.”

Y/n shot him a bright smile before replying.

“Oh hey! Yeah I remember you although I wouldn’t refer to you as an idiot.” 

Genya shyly smiled before remembering why he was looking for them. He took out the (favorite flower) from behind his back and held it out to them. 

“Here, I thought you did great today- I mean, you always do great because you’re so talented and awesome and I like you but uhm you know as a friend I mean I do like you romantically but if you don’t want to I uh understand and uhm.”

Y/n watched Genya stutter with amusement and fondness in their eyes, they laughed a bit which caught Genya’s attention so he shut his mouth.

“That’s so sweet of you, and if you want to go on a date with me, I don’t mind.”

They said as they took the flower from Genya and placed it into one of the bouquets and Genya’s mouth dropped wide open.

“I- do you mean it?”

He couldn’t tell if he was stuck in a dream and Sanemi was about to smack him to wake him up or if this was in fact reality. Y/n nodded before saying as a blush creeped up their face.

“I can prove it.”

You turned your head up towards Genya’s face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek which caused his face to immediately heat up. Genya reached up to touch his face to confirm what had just taken place was indeed true.

“Does tomorrow at noon work for you?”

You asked and Genya just slowly nodded, they exchanged numbers and you smiled before heading home. He smiled but then all of a sudden, he heard his ringtone, he checked his phone and when he saw the contact, his red face was gone and replaced by a pale tone. He answered after a couple of seconds and prepared for hell.

“GENYA SHINAZUGAWA, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

Sanemi shouted into the phone.

Tanjiro kept zoning out to thoughts of Y/n and Nezuko loved the thought of her brother being in love. Not only was it a source of entertainment, it was also a chance for Tanjiro to meet new people. While Tanjiro was busy with schoolwork in the library, Nezuko came up with a devious plan, she walked around the school looking for Y/n and when she went to the locker room, sure enough there was Y/n.

“Hi Y/n!”

Y/n turned their head from the mirror in their locker and offered Nezuko a warm smile.

“Hey Nezuko! Where’s your brother?”

Nezuko was internally screaming with excitement but she managed to keep a calm facade on the outside.

“Actually about that, he is studying in the library and I think he might need help and since I heard you are really smart, I thought I’d ask if you could help him!”

Y/n blushed a bit, they did find Tanjiro quite intriguing, they wanted to learn more and possibly get closer to Tanjiro.

“Of course!”

“Yay! Thank you!”

Nezuko led you to him and when he looked up to meet your eyes, his face immediately flushed. He took a deep breath and tried his best to remain calm so he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

“H-hi Y-Y/n-San, what are you doing here?”

“Nezuko told me you needed help with studying so I came to help you!”

He looked at Nezuko who gave him an innocent smile but both Kamados knew that it was a fake smile, someone was getting a scolding later…

Tanjiro tried really hard to listen to you while you explained the formulas but he was lost in the sound of your soothing voice, the motion of your lips, and how at peace you looked.

“Tanjiro? Hellooo?”

He didn’t answer and just kept staring at you with a pleasant look on his face and you decided to snap him out of his thoughts by doing the unexpected. You pecked his cheek and he immediately came out of dream land and lanced back into reality. He blushed and you laughed.

“Finally, I thought you fell asleep with your eyes closed because of how boring I sounded.

“N-no! You were not boring at all and I’m so sorry for zoning out while you were kind enough to give up your own time to help me and I’m not even paying attention.”

Y/n smiled and picked up the book but before they started reading again, they decided to give Tanjiro some inspiration.

“How about this to make things more exhilarating, every time you get a question right, I’ll give you a kiss hm?”

He was at lost for words and his face grew as red as a strawberry but nodded. This obviously motivated him to listen more and he managed to get the questions correct and acquired multiple kisses from you. Nezuko watched in the distance and silently laughed.

“He owes me for this one hehe.”

Zenitsu is thrilled to be your study partner, not only did he get to hang out with you, he also got to go inside your house with you! You sat down at the table and he mimicked your motions but also scooted abnormally close to you. You didn’t mind and as you set up the computer and book, he watched you with such care and fondness. 

“Okay, so I’ll read the questions and type the answers and you look for the answers in the textbook, okay?”

He eagerly nodded his head and picked up the book and waited for the first question. It was true that he was a bit nervous if he would accidentally mess up and make Y/n angry. Y/n asked the first question, Zenitsu thoroughly flipped through the pages and when he found the answer, Y/n typed it on the document. They both worked quickly and efficiently until they finished the whole thing.

“Wow, we finished way faster than anticipated, guess we really make a good team right?”

Zenitsu shrieked in excitement and bobbed his head up and down.

“Do you think we can make a good couple too?”

He asked with a giant grin on his face and Y/n blushed a bit before shyly laughing a bit. Y/n knew that they had a lot of admirers since they were well known and adored and were always approached by many people a day, but there was something different about Zenitsu, yes he was clingy but the way he treated Y/n made Y/n feel like royalty. The way he practically worshiped you, his many compliments, his undying love for you, it felt amazing.

“Well uhm, that was pretty bold of you.”

Zenitsu giggled and a light blush graced his cheeks.

“Awww you complimented me! You’re so kind and beautiful and talented and perfect!”

He hugged Y/n tightly and this left Y/n in shock. Y/n’s face was pressed into Zenitsu’s neck and they reached up and lightly patted Zenitsu’s head and they smiled.

“If we make a great team, then I believe we can make a great couple as well-“

“REALLY?!”

He shot up and hugged you even tighter and you lightly nodded.

“Yes but can you let me breathe a bit?”

He loosened his arms but still clinged onto you.

“We should go on a date! What about we go to the movies, or the park, ooo! Or even a restaurant!”

He went on and on and Y/n could do nothing but smile fondly and listen to all of his ideas. They eventually decided on a walk through the park with ice cream and he took Y/n’s hand and dragged them outside. The wind rustled through the leaves and branches of the trees, it played with the hair of Zenitsu and Y/n as they walked under the oak trees while laughing, holding hands, and trying each other's ice cream.

“HAHAHAHAHHAHA!”

Inosuke ran and picked up some of the dodge balls and chucked them at people with a great amount of force. He managed to hit and get a couple of people out but mostly missed since he threw them blindly and didn’t really aim. Y/n watched him with a hint of amusement and decided to join in on the fun. Y/n jumped in front of one of their teammates and caught a ball that was hurling towards them. 

“Oh my gosh, you caught the ball before it could hit me! Thank you Y/n!”

The student said with a big smile and Y/n returned the smile.

“No problem-“

“HEY! PAY ATTENTION (mispronounced name)! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE BECAUSE OF YOU!”

You turned around at Inosuke and since he was facing you, he failed to notice a dodge ball coming straight for his head, you rushed forward and pulled him out of the way. 

“HUH?! WHAT THE-“

Before he could finish, he saw the ball go past him and he looked back at you but his anger was replaced by curiosity and wonder. He started thinking about how he might’ve underestimated your skills and experience. As the game progressed, he didn’t really pay attention to the game since all of his attention was directed towards you. He wanted to learn more about you, he couldn’t tell exactly why he was captivated by you, was it your smile? Your personality? Or perhaps how athletic and talented you were. 

His mind was elsewhere and he felt something hit him in the chest and he realized he got out but he didn’t scream out of fury, he quietly went to the bench along with other teammates and students and observed you. He watched you catch a ball which meant the person who threw it was out and that left Y/n and one other student left in the game. The gym was full of suspense and anticipation, Y/n and the other student kept throwing and dodging and thats when Y/n knew they had to come up with something so that this wouldn’t go on forever.

A thought came to mind and they smirked to themselves, they picked up a separate ball and threw it high in the air to the opposing student. The student thought they were about to catch it and Y/n used the other ball in their hand and threw it at the distracted student and hit them in the stomach. The students including Inosuke cheered for Y/n and the P.E teacher congratulated Y/n.

For the rest of the class time, other students socialized with others and Inosuke went up to Y/n.

“Hey! (Mispronounced name), how are you good at this game?”

He said, still in a loud voice but it was clear that it was quieter than his normal voice. Y/n smiled at him and gave their honest answer.

“Well, I kinda just listen to the rules and make sure to be observant of my surroundings, nothing special.”

“WHAT?! BUT YOU WERE LIKE A GOD AT THE GAME! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!”

You laughed a bit and just shrugged.

“It’s the truth, but we could always hangout and practice, you weren’t to bad at throwing and hitting people.”

He blushed a bit at that compliment but, Inosuke being Inosuke, just huffed out a ‘Fine’ before dragging you off to the court and throwing you a ball.

“Show me right here right now today.”

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #fluff #requests open #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #genya shinazugawa #genya x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader

[xjustakay]

prompt: champagne — 745 words (telling sirius that they’re dating ft. brunch and not so gentle threats lmao) @jegulus-microfic

How Regulus had let his boyfriend convince him that brunch was the place to inform Sirius of their relationship is beyond him. A couple fluttered blinks of those bright hazel eyes and a well placed ‘please, love, it’s important to me’ between kisses in bed and it was done.

Regulus has never considered himself a weak man, but fucking hell, if James Potter hasn’t proven otherwise.

Sirius, to his credit, hasn’t exploded. He’s currently seeming rather catatonic where he sits across the table, which is its own sort of concerning, but there’s no immediate screaming. A good sign? Regulus isn’t convinced.

When Regulus catches their waitress on her way past their table, he waves her down. She’s polite with a smile when she steps nearer, asking what he needs.

“Do you have anything stronger than the champagne in these mimosas available right now?” He asks, fluttering a hand toward the few glasses on the table.

“Um, well, there’s vodka in the bloody Marys on our brunch menu. Would you like to order one of those?”

“I’d like a bottle of just the vodka for the table, actually.”

He knows it’s an impossible request, he’s just hoping that maybe sliding her a twenty note or two might convince her to do him this one kindness. Her brow furrows and she looks at Sirius first before glancing past Regulus at James.

“He’s joking,” James says, forcing a nervous sounding laugh.

Regulus sinks in his seat, mumbling, “I’m really not.”

James lets out another shaking laugh before requesting the check as soon as she can get it for them. The poor girl darts another odd look around the table before painting a smile back on and nodding, then she’s gone again. Regulus goes back to staring at Sirius, who has taken to looking at him through narrowed eyes.

“You two are dating.” It’s not a question, no longer needing the clarification given they’ve already explained twice.

Regulus arches a brow. “Should I say it in French for you next?”

“Reg…” James warns.

“Actually, you,” Sirius swivels his focus to James who looks back at him, wide-eyed. “Millions of people on this earth and you decide my brother is the one you want to date?”

Regulus rolls his eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck that way. This is the response he expected. Because of course Sirius would jump to that, to the fact that James would choose to be with him, as if it’s some great offense to the order of the universe. 

Instead of offering further comment, Regulus snatches his glass from the table and downs the remaining bit of mimosa in it. He wasn’t joking about the little bit of champagne not being enough to get through this.

“You know I’ll kill you if you hurt him, James.”

Regulus chokes on the gulp of his drink.

Both James and Sirius look at him in concern as he reaches for his napkin and covers a couple more sputtering coughs into it, then wipes at his mouth.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Sirius scowls at him, kicking his shin beneath the table. “You idiot, of course I’d kill him for you. I’d kill him in a heartbeat.”

“Cheers, mate,” James snorts.

“You— Hang on.” Regulus sits up straighter, blinks beneath the crease of his brows, and glances between the two of them. “So, you’re… okay? With me and him?”

“I mean, I’m not totally wrapping my head around it at the moment. Still in shock, maybe, but… sure?” Sirius tilts his head like he’s thinking it over before he shrugs. “You’re both pains in my ass so I guess it makes a little sense.”

James laughs; it doesn’t sound nervous anymore. Now it’s Regulus’ turn to stare blankly at his brother as he tries to make sense of this actually going fairly well instead of being the catastrophic event he had been bracing himself for all morning. 

It’s only when James knocks his elbow into his that he’s pulled from his thoughts. There’s a fond smile on his face when Regulus looks at him, the same kind that has soothed many of Regulus’ worries in the past few months. God, he really does love him, stupid brunch announcements and all.

“Told you it wouldn’t be as big a deal as you thought.” James presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

Regulus notices Sirius’ nose scrunch at the open display of affection and ends up laughing finally, too.

#jegulus #starchaser #the black brothers #i giggled my way through writing this one #idiot boys all three of them #and i love them so so much #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 21 - Labyrinth

When the curse is dealt with and the fight is over, Suguru turns towards Satoru.

“I need sugar,” he says before Suguru can even ask if he’s alright and there’s a certain glint in his eyes, one that Suguru has learnt means that he’s serious about this.

They just dealt with a special grade curse; Suguru is in no rush to deal with a cranky Satoru on top of that so he easily nods.

“Sure. I saw a café on the way here, you want to check that out?” he asks and delights in the way Satoru positively lights up.

He usually demands sugar after fights, though especially so if they had to face a special grade curse and Suguru learned to keep an eye out for possible places.

“You take such good care of me,” Satoru happily sighs out and leans against Suguru, somehow keeping their steps in sync.

Suguru is glad for it, because that means Satoru can’t see how he goes just a little bit red in the face.

“You’d do the same,” he still gives back, certain in that knowledge, even though Satoru hums, considering Suguru’s words.

“Do I though?” he asks, as if he doesn’t always know when Suguru feels sick to his stomach after a fight, as if he doesn’t barge into Suguru’s room whenever he feels a little bit down to take his mind off things.

“Of course you do,” Suguru immediately gives back and he can’t believe that Satoru would even doubt that. “You would. You do.”

“Mh, I’m glad then,” Satoru mutters, barely audible and Suguru wonders what’s going through his mind at the moment.

“You okay?” he asks, worrying that something is going on with Satoru, but he simply shrugs, still draped more over Suguru than really walking on his own.

“Just need some sugar,” Satoru replies and it doesn’t quite sound like the truth but Suguru lets it slide. For now.

He’s certainly not going to forget about this.

The café he spotted before the fight started comes into view at that moment and Suguru can already see the slices of cakes in the display window and it seems Satoru notices them at the same time because his head perks up like a dogs.

“Oh, these look so good, Suguru!” Satoru exclaims and skips forward, almost pressing his face to the window like an excited kid.

“They sure do,” Suguru agrees, and tugs on Satoru’s sleeve. “Come on, lets go in, so you don’t just have to look at them,” he teases him and drags Satoru off, into the café.

They order something to drink and more cake than they can reasonably eat but the sugar helps to settle Suguru’s stomach as well and clearly Satoru has been craving this probably since before the fight began.

“I’m going to crash so hard after this,” Satoru says, his mouth still full so his words come out muffled and Suguru makes a face at him.

“Would it kill you to behave like a proper grown up?” he asks and he has his answer when Satoru sticks his tongue out at him, half-chewed cake all over it.

“Disgusting,” Suguru mutters and forks up another piece of cake which he shoves unceremoniously into Satoru’s mouth, if only to get him to shut up.

Satoru is probably right though; the sugar will keep them going for another hour or so and then they will crash something bad. It happened before and it will happen again and Suguru thinks there could be worse things.

By the time the sugar crash will hit they’ll be bundled up on the couch, some show running on the TV and it will be cosy and it will be good.

Honestly, Suguru is looking forward to that more than anything else and so he’s quick to demolish his cake, eager to go back.

Satoru of course takes longer to eat his multiple slices, even though Suguru helps himself to a bite here and there, but Satoru is talking too much to really be eating and Suguru puts his chin into his hand as he watches Satoru speak, gesturing animatedly and almost throwing cake everywhere.

Suguru really shouldn’t be so fond of Satoru, especially not in this moment, but he can’t help the warm feeling in his chest.

“You’re an idiot,” Suguru fondly says when Satoru takes a breath for once and Satoru blinks at him.

“Unprompted and rude,” he finally says and Suguru smiles.

“Never unprompted with you,” he gives back and then they are off, bickering back and forth until all the cake is dealt with and their coffees are gone.

“Home now?” Suguru asks, staring up at the sky and noticing how it’s already slowly getting dark.

“Take a shower and then meet in your room?” Satoru asks and Suguru nods.

“Sounds like a plan,” he gives back as if that isn’t the single most perfect thing he has heard the entire day, and off they go.

By the time Suguru comes out of his bathroom, freshly showered and pre-emptively in his sleeping clothes, Satoru is already on his couch, clearly more asleep than awake.

Seems the sugar crash came sooner than expected, Suguru thinks, and moves to pull a blanket over Satoru.

“Still on for a show,” Satoru mumbles, his face pressed more into the cushion than actually speaking to Suguru and he huffs out a laugh.

“Sure, if you can stay awake for it,” he gives back, as he seats himself at the other end of the couch, tangling their legs together.

“I’m awake,” Satoru says, clearly anything but and it makes Suguru laugh again.

Satoru always crashes so hard after a sugar rush and it’s honestly a bit endearing. Mind-blowing, too, because he always comes to Suguru with it, always trusts him enough to be in that state around him.

Suguru has seen him push himself through the crash with Nanami and even Shoko and so this makes something tender and soft unfurl in Suguru’s chest.

“Sure you are,” he agrees easily with Satoru, even though he can tell that he finally drifted off.

Well, Suguru will have to watch the show alone for now, and if he falls asleep on the couch as well, there’s no one there to call him out on it.

~*~*~

The curse explodes all over them.

“Bah,” Satoru yells out, viscera dripping down his face and  Suguru has to wholeheartedly agree.

This is really quite disgusting.

It also means a quick trip to the café nearby is out, because there is no way they can clean up well enough to present as normal high-schoolers, not without taking a thorough shower and changing their clothes.

“I guess that means we’re going home,” Suguru sighs out and Satoru turns big eyes to him.

“But my sugar,” he says, sounding as if he’s near to tears and Suguru shrugs helpless.

“You wanna go buy some cake looking like that? People are going to call the police on us.”

“I can just teleport away before they arrest me,” Satoru sniffs out, longingly looking in the direction of the café.

“And leaving me behind? Wow, thanks, I’m really feeling the love,” Suguru gives back, making Satoru sigh.

“Fine, no cake for me,” he agrees and impatiently waits for Suguru to get his manta ray curse out so it can fly them home. “And I’m all out of snacks too, fuck,” he then adds with a whisper and Suguru frowns.

“I should still have some candies in my room, if you want them,” Suguru offers and he doesn’t miss how Satoru’s face closes off.

“Sure. I’m going to take a shower first though, so don’t expect me any time soon.”

He doesn’t meet Suguru’s eyes as he says it and Suguru instinctively knows that something is going on.

Something Satoru isn’t telling him.

“You okay?” Suguru can’t help but to ask, carefully reaching out for Satoru, who moves out of the way. He makes it look natural, as if he shuffled out of Suguru’s reach on accident but Suguru knows him better than that.

“Peachy,” Satoru shortly says and Suguru decides to let it drop for now.

They are bound to feel better after a shower and when he got some candy in Satoru he’ll try again. He’s always a little bit more open when he has some sugar in his system.

“Meet in my room after the shower?” Suguru asks once they are back at campus and Satoru shrugs, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“I guess,” he gives back, clearly not convinced and marches off without another look back.

Well, something is definitely going on and Suguru is determined to figure out what it is.

Satoru gets like that sometimes, when they don’t get the time to go to a café after a fight, when he doesn’t get the sugar he thinks he deserves, but it hasn’t been this bad before and it makes Suguru worry.

But that is something to deal with after he got the innards of that curse out of his hair, he decides and jogs to his own room.

By the time he’s done, he almost expects Satoru to be there already, crashed on the couch but when Suguru steps out of the bathroom he only finds an empty room.

Which is suspicious in itself.

Suguru quickly dresses himself and then makes his way over to Satoru’s room, determined to not let Satoru slip through his fingers today. He doesn’t bother with knocking, knows that Satoru is just going to yell at him anyway when he’s in one of his moods like he is today, but Suguru wasn’t prepared to find Satoru curled up small on the bed.

“Are you hurt?” Suguru immediately asks, because that’s the first thing on his mind, even though Infinity should keep Satoru safe and sound.

Satoru curls up even smaller and makes an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and Suguru is at his side a moment later.

“Satoru, are you hurt?” he asks again, more insistently this time, a hand on his shoulder to make him turn around even the slightest bit, though Satoru is fighting him.

“Go away,” he mutters, not moving with Suguru’s touch like he usually does.

Suguru sits down on the bed, his leg pressed to Satoru’s back.

“What’s going on?” he wants to know, because it’s more than clear now that something definitely is going on with Satoru and he wants to tear his hair out when Satoru answers him with a short “Nothing”.

Sometimes, Satoru is very straight-forward. He says something which directly relates to what he means. Like point A and B are connected by a short, straight line. And sometimes, like right now, it’s as if Satoru placed a labyrinth between what he says and what he means, clearly attempting to confuse everyone enough to let it drop.

Today clearly is a labyrinth day, Suguru thinks, but he’s not one to be deterred by that.

“I hate it when you lie to me like that,” Suguru mutters, deciding to fuck it and laying down behind Satoru, slinging his arms around him so he can pull him close. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Satoru froze when Suguru laid down, but he slowly relaxes again, even though he doesn’t immediately speak.

“It’s stupid,” he finally breathes out and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“So much of what you say is stupid and yet you never cared before,” he teasingly gives back, squeezes Satoru tight once to let him know that he doesn’t mean it, not really, and Satoru turns his head more firmly into the pillow.

“You’re going to think less of me,” is what makes it out of his mouth next, and now that, that is completely stupid.

“Never,” Suguru immediately promises because he can’t fathom a single thing in this world that would make him change his opinion of Satoru. “You’ll still be my Satoru, no matter what.”

“My teachers always got so mad about this,” Satoru admits and now Suguru already knows that it’s absolute bullshit no matter what’s going on.

He heard enough about how Satoru grew up to know that his teachers were always, always wrong.

“About what?” he still asks, because he needs to know to mitigate the damage.

“I always crash so hard,” Satoru admits. “After training, after missions. It feels as if I’m on top of the world in one moment and then I plummet all the way down. It’s not—I’m so weak,” he hisses out and Suguru presses himself even closer to Satoru.

“That’s why you’re so insistent on sugar after a mission? So you can pretend it’s the sugar crash?” he wants to know and Satoru briefly nods.

It’s so incredibly stupid, Satoru was right about that, but not for the reason he thinks.

“Satoru, that’s a normal thing,” Suguru tells him and noses at the back of Satoru’s neck. “Your techniques require a lot of energy from you, no matter how automated they are, and you go into a fight with everything you have. It’s a normal adrenaline crash you’re experiencing. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But my teachers—”

“Are fucking wrong,” Suguru vehemently says because he doesn’t want to hear this nonsense. “There’s nothing wrong with this, with you. Hell, you’ve seen me crash before. Did you ever think me to be weak then?”

Suguru is certain the answer to that is no, because Satoru would never, but it’s still kind of funny to see how fast he turns around so he can glare at Suguru.

“Of course not,” he hisses out and Suguru smiles at him.

“Then why would you think things are different when it comes to you?”

“It’s—” Satoru splutters for a moment before he frowns. “I’m the strongest. I don’t crash.”

“Maybe you crash even harder because you’re the strongest, did you ever think about that?” Suguru immediately gives back and Satoru blinks at him. “Satoru, you rise so much higher than all of us, of course you’d fall even further.”

“I—never thought of it that way,” Satoru admits because of course he didn’t. He simply took the words of hateful old men and ran with them.

“Then you better start thinking like that now, because I won’t allow you to feel bad about something completely normal. In fact, I think we’re going to stay here, because I’m pretty beat myself today,” he decides and snuggles into the bed more firmly, Satoru still in his arms.

“Like—this?” Satoru whispers out clearly meaning their position and Suguru presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Like this,” he agrees and enjoys the way Satoru goes a little bit red in the face.

“And—if I’m not crashing anymore you’ll leave?” he asks, and now we’re back to a straight line between a question and his feelings.

Makes him that much easier to read, Suguru fondly thinks and gives him a chaste kiss.

“And when you’re not crashing I’ll still be right here,” he gives back and he gets a wonderful smile from Satoru in return. “If you want me to, that is,” he still can’t help but to tease, because their position and Satoru’s hand clenched tightly in his shirt are dead give-aways.

“I always want you,” Satoru says, incredibly honest for once and Suguru rewards him with another kiss.

“Same,” he admits. “So I’ll stay right here.”

“Good,” Satoru mutters, exhaustion clearly taking him over now and Suguru guides his face into the crook of his neck.

“Sleep some,” he whispers into Satoru’s hair.

“You, too,” Satoru gives back, right before he falls asleep and Suguru does as well.

It’s incredibly easy to fall asleep with Satoru in his arms, after all.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #24 days of satosugu #hurt/comfort #fluff #cuddling and snuggling #getting together

[reasonablerodents]

I need secret relationship shit-face drunk Spencer blowing Hotch kisses in front of the team on a night out, and Hotch trying desperately to brush it off as not being aimed at him. You just know the only way he gets Spencer to stop is to kiss him for real.

Do you hear those tinkling bells? It’s the sound of my jester’s hat because I said that these would be 100 words. This is soooo not 100 words. It’s also the sound of Spencer’s jester’s hat because he is a drunk idiot who loves his boyfriend to near catastrophic levels.

Also how dare you make me write the fluffiest thing of ALL TIME!!!! (Ok shhh it was cute. Don’t tell anyone, I’m really mean I promise)

What Did I Say?

Aaron Hotcher/Spencer Reid, Kisses, Fluff, Hotch Is A Simp

* * * * * * * * * *

Whilst his partner may have a statistic for how many kisses a man would blow to his boyfriend on an average night out, Aaron Hotchner did not. He did, however, know that Spencer was doing it far too much- especially considering the secretive nature of their relationship.

He’d ended up deliberately seating himself beside Garcia so he could make it seem as though they were all aimed at her, and to her credit, she’d unknowingly complied, sending cherry red kisses back across the table with a giggle. Spencer, however, only had eyes for Hotch, not even noticing when his friend repeatedly slurred out how much she loved him.

When Spencer, for some unknown reason, stands to go to the bar for what must be at least his sixth or seventh dangerously strong cocktail, Hotch gets up too, hiding under the pretense of going to the bathroom.

“Spencer,” Hotch murmurs, guiding his partner to a dark corner with a firm hand on his upper back. “You know that you’re not supposed to do that, not here.”

Spencer just grins back at him with liquor-soaked eyes, tongue poking out slightly between his teeth. He looks like a baby deer taking its first steps when he moves in closer, his usually questionable coordination hitting new lows considering the state he’s gotten himself in. Only inches from Hotch’s face, he slowly moves his hand to his mouth again, deliberately blowing yet another sloppy kiss at his boyfriend.

“What did I just tell you?” Hotch warns, his eyes darting around the room, ever on the lookout for the presence of their co-workers.

“I’ll stop if you give me a real one.” Spencer says, looking as serious as a politician making an important deal with another head of state.

“You know that we can’t, people might-“

Hotch stops as Spencer blinks back at him innocently, his hand once again getting worryingly closer to his lips.

“You’re impossible,” he grumbles, right before he pulls Spencer into a kiss, but even he can’t hide the fondness in his tone.

The only reply is a smugly satisfied hum against his lips.

#I did not mean to post this when I did but the deed is done hello 6am #hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #my fic #write for me rat boy

[topazy]

In the shadows

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence

Chapter: 1.11

Stiles shakes his head, unimpressed, as you both watch Scott turn his bedroom upside down while searching for his phone. Seeing Scott become so wound up scared you, mainly because it could trigger him into turning.

“Call it again!”

“Scott, I've called it three times in the last five minutes, and it’s not here. You’ll just need to get a new one.”

“I can’t afford a new one,” he says while wriggling out from under his bed. “And I can’t do this alone. We need to find Derek.”

“Well, A, you’re not alone. You have me and Mori,” Stiles points out. “And B, didn’t you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead.”

You had to stifle a laugh at the expression on Stiles' face. He was the only person you knew who could be blunt and funny at the same time. You sigh. “I don’t want to sound cynical, but I think Stilinski is right. Werewolf or not, the chances of Derek surviving that are slim.”

“Argent's plan was to use him to get the alpha. They're not going to kill him.”

“All right, so then just let them do what they’re planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved.”

“Not if Peter’s going after Allison to find Derek!” Scott snaps while looking through the same drawers for the fourth time. “I can’t protect her on my own. Which means we need to find Derek first. Just one of you help me!”

Stiles raises his eyebrows at you before turning the computer chair he’s sitting in to face Scott. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson, Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? He also put Mori’s ex-boyfriend in the hospital; everybody seems to forget about that.”

“He was going to kill anyone, and I’m not letting him die.”

Stiles looks at him in disbelief and asks, “Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?”

You swing your leg off Scott’s bed and kick Stiles in the knee and mouth ‘seriously’ at him.

He shoves your foot off him, “what? I can’t be the only one who remembers all the horrible shit Derek’s done.”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Milo kinda had it coming... so did Jackson to be fair.”

Scott suddenly jumps back from the boxes he was rummaging through and says, “My mom just got home from work.”

You watch as his face falls and he asks, “Is she okay?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “She’s crying in her car.”

He sits down on the bed beside you, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Scott, you can’t look after everyone all the time. It’s impossible.”

You hoped more than anything that Scott would cut himself some slack before he drove himself crazy.

—

“Please!”

Stiles gives you a stern look while closing his locker door and says, “No.”

“Come on, don’t make me beg.”

He huffs, “I thought you liked Lydia and Allison.”

“I do; I just hate shopping.” You lean your head back against the wall, putting on your most defeated look. “I need you there. Lydia has already said she wants to give me a makeover. What if I give into peer pressure and end up looking like an idiot?”

He laughs and says, “By idiot, you mean female, right?”

You hit his chest playfully and said, “Fine, I’ll beg.” In truth, you’d grown to be quite fond of Lydia, but Allison made you nervous, and you struggled to fit in with their conversation at times and often felt like the odd one out. “I don’t want to be alone with Allison because I’m worried I'm going to put my foot in it and say something about Scott that I shouldn't. I know how much she means to him; I just, I’ll say something weird like…”

“My bestie is a werewolf?”

“I’m being serious,” you frown.

“I know,” he says softly. “Tell you what, I’ll meet you in the mall if you try on at least one horrible frilly puffy dress.”

You roll your eyes just as the bell for class goes: “I’ll see you after school. Don’t be late.”

—

As you step onto the escalator going up to the floor of the department Lydia kept raving about, you notice Allison is very quiet. “Is everything okay, Allison?”

“There's nothing wrong; I just have a lot on my mind.”

“You could smile at least,” Lydia jests. “Ever heard of the saying, Never frown? Someone could be falling in love with your smile?”

It was nice seeing them on better terms; Allison had forgiven Lydia for making out with Scott. It probably helped that Lydia bought her friend a prom dress as an apology. You zone out of their conversation as your eyes scan the horrible patterned clothes hanging on the mannequins; you only pay attention when you reach the top floor and Allison says, “Oh, don’t frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile.”

“Sorry, what’s going on?” You ask confused.

“I was just letting Lydia know who her new date to the prom is,” Allison says, amused.

You follow her line of thought and feel instant jealousy when you realize who she’s talking about. Stiles. He was standing at the perfume counter sniffing different bottles and said, “Actually, that’s my date. So Lydia will need to find someone else.”

The redhead smirks, linking her arm with yours. “Looks like I don’t need to cancel my dumb, roided-up jock after all.”

—

You hold multiple dresses up in front of a long mirror, all of them black and similar in style. You feel crazy for not being able to make a simple decision alone and just pick a damn dress. Allison left to get her car, which was about to be towed, and Lydia was dragging Stiles around the store like her caddie while she tried on multiple outfits. Sighing, you hang all but two on a rack and hold two dresses side by side. Why did it all of a sudden matter so much how you looked? You never cared before. Unless... was it possible you wanted to look nice to impress—

“You should really try something in a lighter shade.”

You look over your shoulder and feel your chest tighten as you struggle to find any words to say as Peter Hale walks closer to you. The alpha. Your voice is weak as you back away from him, “Scott…”

Peter chuckles, “Scott might be your savior on many things, but fashion isn’t one of them. The best way to get your little friend's attention is by wowing him, and you aren’t going to do that by wearing the same old thing, are you?”

You remain speechless as Peter holds up a light yellow dress next to you and says, “Hmm.” He places the dress back down, then holds up another and nods, “sea green is most definitely your color.”

Before you have a chance to reply, someone grabs hold of your wrist and drags you away. You blink a few times before realizing who it is. “Scott!”

He lets go when people start to stare, most likely because you raised your voice. He ignores them, “are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine, Scott.”

“What the hell did he want?”

“To give me fashion advice.”

Frustrated, Scott runs his hands through his hair, looking lost in his own thoughts. “First he played with my mom, then Allison, and now you.”

“I’m fine, and so are your mom and Allison,” you reassure him. “Allison’s whole family is a werewolf hunter; she's probably the safest out of all of us.”

“I just want to protect the people I love,” he stutters.

“I know,” you place your hand on his back, motioning for him to turn around. “You can start by saving Stiles from shopping.”

He lets out a quiet laugh when his eyes land on Stiles, who was struggling to hold a pile of clothes that had been placed in his arms. “Yeah, we better help him.”

—

Nervously, you walk back into the school’s gymnasium, where the dance was being held. Despite nothing going wrong so far, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad would happen. You look up at the bleachers when an empty cup hits the back of your head. Spotting Scott, who was trying his best to blend in, and going to sit beside him.

“You do know the whole point of blending into a school dance you’ve been attending is to blend in,” you laugh. “Throwing things at people is probably not the way forward.”

He struggles to keep a straight face as he apologizes, “Sorry.”

“You're forgiven,” you roll your eyes playfully, “have you seen Stiles?”

He points out Stiles, who was in the crowd of students, he was dancing with Lydia. Your smile drops. You didn’t think seeing him dance with her would cause any emotions to stir inside you, but it did. There was no denying the redhead was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen and was incredibly smart. It was no surprise to see his beaming face.

“When you went to the bathroom, Lydia asked him if he knew where you got your necklace from; he just smiled and said it was a gift. Stiles doesn’t know you know, does he?”

You shake your head. Years ago, you’d lost a necklace you'd been given by a family member for your birthday and were distraught. You didn’t care that your parents would be mad; it mattered because it was sentimental. You spent days looking for it, and then one morning at school, Stiles gave you back your lost necklace. He says he found it on the lacrosse field, which was almost easy to believe except that the one you lost was silver and the one he gave you back was gold, but you never questioned it and thanked him. A few days later, Mr. Stilinski accidentally let slip that Stiles had sold some of his old computer games, and you realized how he’d gotten you the necklace. “No, I never told him.”

Stiles always went out of his way to be kind to others, and he looked so happy when he gave you something. You suspected that telling him you knew it wasn’t the same one you lost would only disappoint him. It was strange thinking about it now—all that fuss over a moon-shaped necklace. Maybe your life was foreshadowing what was to happen in your future?

Scott elbows you lightly in the side and says, “Stiles' crush on her is only superficial.”

“God, there's nothing I'm hiding from you, is there?” You ask lightheartedly.

You smooth the fabric of your dress down. You decided to buy something that you usually wouldn’t wear and got a light pink satin dress that stopped just above your knees. Your mom curled your hair and pinned it up for you before adding the smallest amount of makeup. At first, you kind of liked it, but now you feel silly.

“You look bea--oh crap!”

You notice his fixation on one spot and look down from the bleachers to see coach angrily wagging his finger at him, “McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy.”

Scott runs away from the stairs and tries to lose coach in between all the couples dancing. It was hard not to laugh watching the scene unfold as Coach struggled to catch up with him, shoving other students out of the way.

“McCall! It’s a small gym; I’m going to find you. I got you, McCall!”

Scott disappears behind decorative curtains, then comes out and pulls Danny up with him to dance. He puts his arms around Danny’s neck just as coach catches him. “McCall! You’re not supposed to... What the hell are you? What the hell are you doing?”

The music is paused, and the dance goes completely silent as the coach backtracks his words.

Scott pulls Danny in closer. “Yes, coach?”

“Okay,” Coach chuckles nervously, “hold on, you... I was just saying he’s not supposed to... I mean, I wasn’t saying that he shouldn’t... you guys don’t think... you don’t... I… I was just…dance everyone, just dance.”

When the music is turned back on, Danny is left dumbfounded when Scott rushes off, the coach goes to yell at Greenberg, and Danny’s date stares at him unimpressed after watching him dance with another guy.

“Mori! Mori!” You look down from the spot you’re sitting to see Stiles waving for you to come down, and sighing, you make your way to him. “I was looking for you; did you see what Scott just did?”

“Yeah, he really pulled a number on coach.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.”

He gives you a skeptical look, but you force a smile that seems to please him. He offers you his hand and says, “May I have this dance, ma'am?”

You accept his offer for a dance. “You may.”

—

You rest your arms comfortably on Stiles' shoulder as you slow dance together. You've lost track of how long you’ve been dancing for, but this was the part of the night where couples would start to make out or declare their undying love for one another, and you couldn’t help but think Stiles would rather be dancing with someone else instead.

“Okay,” Stiles suddenly pulls back from your embrace, but he keeps his hands on your arm and waist. “You're stiff as a board. Does this have something to do with what happened in the mall?”

You shrug. “Honestly, I’m not used to being all dressed up, and I feel stupid.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid; you look breathtaking.”

You try to laugh off his comment, “You’re my best friend, of course you're going to say that.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth, Mori. You look the same to me now as you do wearing those old oversized outfits with paint covering your hair and face,” he says, looking down at the ground to avoid your gaze. “You could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

You look at him shocked; you weren’t expecting a compliment like that. Stiles lifts his head, and his light brown eyes gaze into your own. Your faces slowly move closer—

“Have either of you seen Jackson?”

You practically leap apart. Stiles rubs at his jaw, his eyes freakishly wide, and says, “No, I haven’t seen him for a while. Didn’t he come with Allison? Maybe she’s with him.”

Turning your head to look around the room, you spot Allison. “She’s dancing with Scott.”

Lydia looks slightly shaken. “I can’t find him anywhere.”

“Maybe he just went to the bathroom,” Stiles suggests.

“For over an hour.”

As much as you hated Jackson, you couldn’t deny it was worrying with the knowledge of the killer alpha on the loose.

“We can help you look,” you offer.

“Okay, I’m going to check outside," Lydia says before quickly walking away. “Call me if you find him.”

You look back at Stiles and say, “I’ll go with her so she’s not alone, Lydia, wait!”

“I’ll check the hallways!” He calls after you.

—

“Why would Jackson be out here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around your bare shoulders. Lydia had led you to the lacrosse field, which was empty except for the two of you.

“He comes out here to think.”

You refrain from making a sarcastic comment. Suddenly the lights surrounding the lacrosse field come on one by one. Getting a bad feeling, you grab Lydia’s hand and say, “We should go.”

“Jackson?”

“Jackson’s not out here. It's probably just some creep messing with us; let’s go.” You try to pull her with you, but she lets go of your hand and starts to walk towards a figure coming out of the shadows. It takes your sight a moment to adjust to the bright lights, but when it does, you scream, “Lydia, run!”

Paralyzed with fear, Lydia remains in the same place as Peter starts to change out of his human form. Before you have a chance to get to her, Lydia’s body hits the ground. “No!” You run and kneel beside her, feeling for a pulse. “Why did you do that? She's never done anything to you!”

Peter lets out a sinister laugh. “I know, but I couldn’t let her wonder off now, could I? Not when I finally have what I need.”

Seeing his eyes glowing red, your body tenses. “What is it you need?”

“You're not dense, Mori; figure it out.”

You stop the tears from spilling from your eyes as you struggle to think of what he needs. Your heart sinks when you see another person coming onto the field. Stiles. You whisper, “Please don’t hurt him.”

“Funny, I’m counting on him to say the same thing.”

It finally made sense to you. Peter has always been observing all of you. His kills weren’t random but calculated. He has noticed the small details no one else did: your group's relationships and how you treat each other. That's why it wasn't hard for him to realize how important you were to Stiles and Scott or how easy it would be for him to use you against them.

That last thing you see before everything goes black is Peter's large, bloodied fangs coming towards you.

#Teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #Stiles Stilinski #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfic #in the shadows #stiles stilinski/you #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski/reader #mccall pack

[writeawaythepain]

Everybody Talks

Engineer!Mark x (gn!reader)

literally the same fic but Captain’s gender neutral.

here’s the og fic (with a male reader)

Ok so apparently Engineer!Mark isn't Actor, but Actor might be Engineer…? I have no idea what that means, so I just write him like a different character. Sounds good? Sounds good. lmao, Idk I just love this nerd.

tw: none, I don’t think

Word Count: 1.7k

Prompts: “Wait. Are you two…?”“Are we what?” F 2 - "Go away." "You're holding me you idiot." "So mean." Fl 16 - "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them."

Summary: You're taking a coffee break and bump into one of your crew, Tyler, and have a nice chat about your journey ahead. He brings up talk about you and your head engineer, and you're forced to confront your feelings for your overdramatic, but loyal, right-hand man.

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You’ve been working hard to prep the ship, and your crew, for your journey ahead. The first Invincible had…well…not been as invincible as its name suggested, and you didn’t want whatever happened to it, to happen again. Not on your watch. Not to mention, you had grown fond of the crew of the Invincible, you’d even go as far as calling most of them your friends. No matter how different everyone was, you all shared a love for space and a determination for the success of this mission. You’d been working long hours going through all the protocols with Mark, your Head Engineer, and right-hand man at this point, to make sure everything was in order. But he had gone to do some maintenance to the ship's engines, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy.

You decided some coffee was in order. You rubbed your tired eyes and headed towards the food court. Just as you were about to pour yourself a hot cup o’joe, you hear a familiar voice from behind you.

“Long day Captain?” Tyler asks, casually walking up to you and grabbing himself a styrofoam cup.

“Yea, I guess you can say that. It’s kind of hard to keep track of time out here.” You reply, holding the coffee up to your face and basking in its warmth.

“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles. “Does everything seem to be in order?”

  “There was a little hiccup in one of the engines, but Marks already on it. Other than that, we should be ready to embark in a week or two.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, with Mark’s help, you felt hopeful that all would go according to plan. You take a sip of the hot liquid, already feeling a bit more awake.

   “Ah, so that’s why he’s not here.” Tyler chuckles to himself, eyes focused on putting a lid on his own coffee cup. You tilt your head.

   “What do you mean?” You ask, a bit confused.

   Tyler chuckles, “What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’ Mark’s always following you around like a lost little puppy.” Your cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment.

  “That’s- that’s just ‘cause he’s helping me get everything ready for the expedition!” You stutter out. Tyler smirks, bemused.

   “Suuure. You know, everyone can kind of tell. You always smile like an idiot when you’re talking to him.” He playfully pokes your shoulder. “Or even about him, really.” You gently swat his hand away.

   “Tyler, I am your Captain! You can’t tease me like this!” You jokingly scold, your flushed face giving you away entirely.

At your defensive tone, his eyes widen.“Wait. Are you two…?” He trails off, lifting his hands to cover the growing grin spreading across his face.

“Are- are we what?” Damn your stuttering. Why were you even being so defensive, and why were your cheeks so god damn hot!

“Oh my god…the Captain’s in love!~” He exclaims in a sing-song voice. You have half a mind to throw your coffee at him.

“Tyler! CaN yOU sHuSH-” You yell out, a little louder than you meant to. “I am not in love. That’s- that ridiculous. We’re- we’re just good friends, is all…” Your voice lowers to a normal volume, but you are still incredibly flustered.

Tyler’s smirk just grows, “Whatever you say Captain.” he tips his hat, cup of coffee in hand, and leaves without another word.

As soon as Tyler knows he’s out of earshot, he chuckles to himself. It was growing painfully obvious to everyone that you two liked each other, and Mark was so obvious with how hard he tried to impress you, Tyler couldn’t believe how oblivious you were to it. So he had taken it upon himself to give the Captain…a little nudge. He smiles and takes a sip of his coffee, instantly spitting it out. He frowns as he realizes that while focusing on teasing the Captain about their feelings, it seems he managed to put salt in his cup, instead of sugar. Screw you karma, I was trying to be helpful.

Back by the coffee machine, your mind was racing. What was Tyler on about? You…liking Mark? I mean, of course you, liked, him! Sure he was kind of an idiot, but he was funny, and loyal. Even to a fault. You knew he would stick by your through thick and thin. He already had through all the preparations of the journey. You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you liked him like THAT…right?

You grumble to yourself as you feel a vibration from your wrist. Mark was pinging you on your communicator, but, strangely, there was no message. You started to turn towards the engine room, when you felt it vibrate again. And then again. You speed up your pace, panic starting to envelop your heart as you rushed towards the engine room.

You slam the door open, coffee already long forgotten on some table in the hall, and frantically search the room. Your eyes land on a large piece of metal sliding off one of the engines, teetering on the edge of falling. Mark was trapped under it, holding it up with one hand, as the other frantically tapped his communicator.

You call out to Mark, and he answers, “Over here! A little help, Cap!” He grunts as the metal shifts and falls down a little more. “Whenever you feel like it, Captain!” he snaps. You run over and reach your hand up to push on the falling metal piece. You take a deep breath and slowly heave it upwards with all your might.

“Mark! On the count of three, we push it to the right, and dive left!” He frantically nods as the metal shifts down again, both of you grimacing at the weight. “One!”

You widen your stance, clenching all your muscles in anticipation. “Two!”

The metal shifts again, and you are forced to reposition yourself. “Three!”

The world seems to slow as you both heave the metal to the right and dive your bodies left. You collapse into a heap on the ground, panting. You quickly turn to find Mark, and grab his arm, examining him for any injuries. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, he seemed fine, and your shoulders finally relaxed.

“Thanks Cap! I don’t know what happened! Or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-” You interrupt him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Shush, don't talk like that. You’re safe and that’s all that matters,” you reassure him.

Mark's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he looks at your hand, and then meets your eyes before he mutters a muffled, “M-okay.” Your cheeks heat up a bit, and you lower your hand, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, he smirks. “Luckily, I had my amazing, handsome and/or beautiful Captain to come and save me~” He wraps an arm around your shoulder. Your face burns red at his words.

You gently punch into his chest, leaving your hand against him, and bury your head in his shoulder. “Go away.” You pout, embarrassed. You were the Captain of this ship, and you were usually good at keeping calm. But seeing Mark almost get crushed by a giant piece of metal had made your heart freeze over in terror. Maybe Tyler had been on to something after all.

You hear Mark laugh, and feel his chest shake as he gently rubs your shoulder, "You're the one holding me, you idiot."

You fein an offended gasp. "Your so mean. You do know I’m your Captain, right?" Seriously, what happened to respecting your superiors? He sighs and leans his head on top of yours.

“I know…and you’re the best Captain any of us could have asked for. In all honestly, I don't even think we deserve you.” And then in a quieter voice, he whispers, “I, don't deserve you.” You frown, heart dropping a little at his words.

“Hey, don’t say that. What’s a Captain without their trusty engineer at their side? You built this ship, remember?” He scoffs, but smiles a little at your words.

“You mean the ship that almost just killed us?” He retorts.

“No, I mean the ship that’s going to accomplish the biggest, most important mission in the past millennia.” You ruffle his hair, and you hear him giggle.

“Yea, yea. Whatever…” He takes the hand that messed up his hair, and holds it in his own. You two sit together like that, just enjoying each other's company.

You decide the moment was too wholesome, and almost out of nowhere, say, “You know Mark, this is why the crew think we’re together-” He sputters, eyes widening. You cackle at his reaction, glad you could finally get back at him for embarrassing you earlier. “Seriously, Tyler said that half the crew thinks we’re dating.” His mouth opens and closes, still in a state of shock at your words. Finally, he shakes his head, and now recovered from the surprise of your words, a cocky smile forms on his lips.

“Captain!” He says in an overdramatic voice. “Is this your way of asking me out?” Damn this man and his ability to make you flustered.

You hesitate a moment, a little nervous you might have been reading things wrong. “Would you say yes if it was?” He laughs, and you just become more confused. Please, oh please, don’t tell me I read this wrong.

“Captain, it really is astounding how oblivious you are to how much people adore you. Of course I’d say yes! It would be a fucking honor to go on a date with you!” Your eyes widen, but you smile ear to ear. Filled with excitement at his words, and just to get back at him one more time, you tilt your face upwards, and plant a little kiss on his jaw, before snuggling back into the crook of his neck. Mark instantly becomes a stuttering mess, and you giggle as can feel your eyelids get heavy again. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt. The Invincible II would be ok as long as you had your adorable idiot of an engineer by your side.

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#engineer mark x reader #engineer!mark x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #iswm x reader #markiplier egos x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier fanfic #x reader #slimewrites #engineer mark x gn reader

[bagelrites]

“Go Home”

Fluffy DNF Antarctica Drabble

Dream can hear them playing outside his tent, and they sound like they’re having so much fun, he can’t even be mad at them for keeping him up.

It’s day two of camping in fucking Antarctica, and Dream is even sicker than he was yesterday. He woke up coughing blood and mucus, so while George and Sapnap and Karl get to run around like kids on a snow day, he’s stuck in his sleeping bag: just a little pile of misery, waiting for the hours to tick by.

Still, he likes listening to them.

George makes them drag him around on a sled, laughing gleefully, and then they all take turns pulling each other. They tackle one another, crunch into the snow, complain about lost hats and gloves, lay in sleepy piles until Sapnap—who somehow is always lying at the bottom—complains about his arms going numb. Karl pretends to give George CPR at one point, and Dream scoffs to himself, rolling his eyes, pretending he isn’t even a little bit jealous.

Okay, so maybe he is a bit mad at them for having so much fun while he’s miserable. Or, maybe not mad, but after a while, he does get a flicker of bitterness in his chest, sad that he can’t be out there with them, actually enjoying this trip even a little bit. He almost feels like he’s been forgotten about.

He knows it’s not true, knows they’re just leaving him alone because they care and he’s sick and needs rest, but he can’t help it. He wants to remind them.

“Hey guys, I’m trying to sleep,” he shouts after it sounds like Sapnap has hit George with a shovel. They all go silent for a moment, surprised that he’s even awake, then go right back to shouting, this time making fun of him.

He sighs, slumps back into his sleeping bag, and tells himself to forget it. Let them have their fun. They deserve it.

He’s surprised when a few minutes later, someone is unzipping the flap on his tent.

“George?” he says when he sees a flash of orange coat.

“Ugh, why does it smell so bad in here?” George says, scrunching up his nose as he climbs inside with him. “It literally smells like piss.”

Dream laughs, raspy, and George just zips the flap closed and awkwardly shuffles until he’s sitting next to Dream.

“Does it? I think my nose is totally broken,” he says.

“Yeah, it does. You’re all… stinky and sick.” George flicks his glove around, the second layer hanging loose from the first. “And sad.”

“Aww, George. Did you come to check on me?” Dream teases, rolling onto his side so he can see him better.

“No.” George wraps his arms around his legs, looking small even in his puffy jacket. “I’m pranking you. Making sure you can’t fall asleep.”

“Eh, don’t worry. I’m not getting any sleep anyways.”

George hums, and they’re quiet for a moment, just sitting in each other’s presence. Karl’s piercing laugh echoes outside, and there’s a thump as someone is tackled to the snow.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” George mumbles.

“It’s fine. Like I said, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep anyways.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Dream. You should go home.” George is frowning intently, flicking his glove around with more agitation. Dream knows he’s upset, but it still warms his heart to see how much George cares.

“Trust me, I would if I could.” Dream pauses to cough, then gulps to wet his throat. “You don’t have to sit here with me, you know. You should go have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“I wish I had soup,” George says out of nowhere, and Dream laughs, because he knows what he means.

“Thanks, George.” He reaches up out of the sleeping bag and just loosely pats George’s knee. It’s the best he can do, under these conditions.

“Not for you. Obviously.” George scoffs and starts to leave.

“Knowing you care is better than soup,” Dream says, because he likes to be cheesy sometimes, and he likes even more to see the involuntary smile that flashes across George’s red cheeks.

“Shut up. Idiot.” He rolls his eyes, fond as ever, and unzips the flap. “Get some sleep. We’re going home tomorrow.”

“I know,” Dream says. George shares one last glance with him, his smile twinkling in his eyes, and even though he was just trying to be cheesy, the feeling really is warm like soup in his belly.

#dnf #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound #dreamnotfound fanfic #georgenotfound #georgenotfound fanfic #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanfic #dteam #dream team #my fic #drabble

[hurlumerlu]

Bitter, bitter

(another little Not Me fic)

They take way too long to spot him – especially Gram, who should know better and who, when he finally realizes they aren’t alone, just pushes Gene behind him and then fucking freezes, the moron.

Funny, the effect Black tends to have on people.

"Gonna have a panic attack ?" He does not bother to sound sympathetic.

"Heart attack, actually." Hard to tell what’s more insulting : that Gram relaxes when he recognizes him, or that he doesn’t relax entirely. "And if I drop dead because of you Eugene will hate you for life, and that will serve you right."

"Don’t decide what I would or wouldn’t do", she chides, her head popping up over his shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed – unsurprising, given how giddily and enthusiastically they were making out a minute ago – and she seems a little embarassed, but her gaze has its usual quiet, attentive quality. Did he even know she could kiss like that, so recklessly ? He was always careful with her. Caution is all you’ve got when you're bad at tenderness. "Good evening, Black. It’s been a while."

"Eugene."

"Really ?" cuts Gram, propping himself up on his desk. "This is how we’re gonna do this ?" His lips are very red. That makes sense. They would be.

"Mind your own business," Black shoots back before he can think better of it. Behind strands of bleached hair, two incredulous eyes meet his :

"This is my dorm. My door which lock you picked –"

"Great job noticing it, by the way."

"– my beer you’re drinking in my chair. But please tell me how this isn’t my business."

"Eloquent," Black deadpans. "What happened to property is theft ?"

"And what happened to anarchy is an ideology for artists, only applicable in the abstract ?" retorts Gene, because she has a phenomenal memory when it comes to winning an argument.

He shrugs. "I stand by it."

"I’m with him on that one."

"Yeah, because you’re both uncultured idiots who won’t open a history book that doesn’t have Laws written on the cover."

For a moment, it almost feels like nothing has changed, like everything is the same as before – before he’d understood just how urgently Todd had to be dealt with and that this was something he needed to do alone.

But if nothing had changed Gene would be nestled against him, not positioned carefully equidistant from the two people facing her. He wonders how Gram feels about that. How he felt about it back then. He always looked happy, and inordinately fond, but – as Black should have kept in mind – that doesn’t actually mean shit. He certainly feels neither joy nor fondness at Gram’s red lips and Gene’s flushed cheeks. Maybe that’s his punishment for choosing Todd over them.

"I came to talk," he says, and drowns Gram’s sarcastic "he wants to talk but it’s not my business" with "I didn’t know Eugene would be here." A mistake.

"What, you can’t talk when I’m here ?"

"No." It’s the truth. Black’s a lousy liar, and he always tells her the truth. The problem is that he can’t voice the rest of it : that he wishes he could, that he’s never been good at it and that wanting only makes things worse. That he remembers exactly how soft her hair was under his palm, and that he may not know how Gram’s hair feel but he does know it smells of basil. That those two phantom sensations burn in his throat, not unlike teargas.

"I promised I’d get out of your life."

"So I should just let you two discuss me between men ?"

"That’s not –" starts Gram. Black shuts him down fast.

"You take it however you want. I have no right to tell you how to feel."

"You could explain, Black ! For once in your life, you could explain yourself !"

"No," he repeats, and pushes himself up. "I’ve taken enough of your time. I’m off."

"Wait !" Gram grabs him by the arm, then winces and lets go before Black can finish weighting the pros and cons of punching him in his fucking mouth. "Wait, please."

"Did you come on your bike ?" asks Gene. She’s eyeing the empty beer bottles. "You should spend the night here."

He doesn’t remind her that she is mad at him, or that this isn’t her room. "I’m not drunk." Maybe he would have been if White hadn’t teased him the other day. Eugene said you’re sooo gentle when you’re wasted. Perhaps he is. He couldn’t risk it.

"But you wouldn’t pass breath-testing. Sleep here, man. Eugene can take the bed and we can take the floor."

"Stop acting like you’re not dating her."

"It’s a one person bed."

"Right. You were absolutely planning to sleep on the floor tonight. That’s why you came in with your hands so far down her –"

"Enough." Anger is back in Gene’s tone. Good. He cannot stand one more second of sad concern. "We just want you to stay."

"Yeah, well," and he’s finally outside, in the corridor, in the clear. "We don’t always get what we want, do we ?"

He turns to look at them, both standing in the doorway, so close to each other like a proper couple, cheeks still a little flushed, lips still a little red. What a waste of an evening.

"See you later I guess," he says, and makes his way down the stairs.

#healthy communication ? not on my watch ! #title is from 'dylan thomas' by the duke of norfolk since now i know it plays during the scene gram first talks about his love(s) #and you know. it fit. #anyway ! not quite 'gram eugene et l'espèce de chien sauvage avec lequel ils sortent tous les deux' but eh #nmrewatch23 #not me the series #(also til that teargas does not make everyone's throat burn which honnestly blows my mind) #mine

[sunshinestrand]

slowly but surely we are getting somewhere, so have some stubborn and oblivious idiots <3

TK has never been fond of flying and ever since his trip to California for rehab, he has been pretty excellent at avoiding planes as a mode of transportation. But, his suggestion that he drive and simply meet everyone there was shut down by Paul as the journey would be “incomplete” without him. TK felt flattered by it, but still no less anxious about the flight ahead of him. So, he put together a playlist, brought some comics, and he fully intends to just blank out until they land back onto solid ground. 

He’s just retrieving his airpods from his backpack when he hears the sound of a throat clear next to him. He looks up to find Carlos, a smug look on his face. Then, without a word, he falls into the empty seat beside TK. 

“What are you doing?” TK asks, watching as Carlos digs through his own backpack before he comes out with a book. TK recognises it as the one that he is always reading while on shift. 

“I’m sitting in my seat. What does it look like I’m doing?” Carlos retorts, flipping open the book to it’s marked place. 

“You can’t sit there.” TK says, and his anxiety flares for a moment, making his stomach sick. 

“Sure I can,” Carlos says, and he smiles at him. “I paid for it.” 

“But —”

TK is cut off by the pre-flight and safety announcements, and he sinks back into his seat, trying his hardest to focus on literally anything else. First, the flight, and now he has Carlos sitting next to him close enough for their arms to be pressed together. He feels like he’s going to faint, or be sick, or both. 

Soon, the plane is moving along the tarmac, and TK’s fingers begin to tangle together. When he chances a look sideways, he sees Carlos staring at him, eyebrow raised. 

“What?” TK doesn’t mean it to have so much bite, but his nerves are too on end at the moment. 

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks, and his voice has that soft tone to it that manages to get right through to TK’s heart. TK doesn’t answer, he just shakes his head. “Are you afraid of flying or something?” 

“No,” TK says. “I’m fine.” 

Carlos snorts a laugh. “Of course.” 

“What is your problem?” 

“Nothing,” Carlos says. “Just the fact that you always say ‘I’m fine’ even when you’re so clearly not okay. Or, how you shrug people off when they are just trying to be nice to you, TK.” 

TK rolls his eyes. “Oh, now you want to be nice? Funny, I didn’t know that was a setting for you.” 

“Whatever.” Carlos mumbles, turning his focus back to his book. 

TK doesn’t even have a retort left in him, and he just turns to look out the window, watching the plane turn towards the runway. Without him even thinking about it, his leg begins to bounce, and his fingers are back at work tangling themselves together. 

“I’m terrified, okay?” TK says, his voice low, and there’s a slight tremble to it. He’s not sure if Carlos is listening nor if he cares. But he just keeps talking. “I haven’t been on a plane in four years, and the last time, it was because — uh, it wasn’t the greatest flight.” 

TK feels warmth against his hand, and it startles him for a moment. He looks down to find Carlos’ hand pressed against his, but that’s where he has stopped it. It’s not a push but an invitation. TK lets out a deep breath before he grabs Carlos’ hand, their fingers intertwining, and the warmth seeps deep into TK, settling into his bones, and the calmness that finds him is instant. 

The plane begins to gain speed, and TK can’t help but grip Carlos’ hand harder. He hears Carlos whisper that everything will be okay and he breathes through it until they are finally lifted into the air. TK slowly loosens his hold, and it takes them a few moments to fully pull their hands back into their own laps. 

“Thank you.” TK whispers after a beat. 

Carlos offers a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

#wip wednesday #tarlos #paige writes #userkimmy #userthai #tusersonia

[jakeonao3]

“He can never know I’m in love with him. Telling him I have magic is one thing but telling him I’m in love with him is out of the question.” Merlin said at the druid he was talking to in the woods just outside the castle.

After sorting out their problem – said problem being that the Once and Future King still didn’t know about Emrys being Merlin, about them not ruling Camelot together, and that had brought them here, to the druids wanting Merlin to confess his feelings towards Arthur to the man in question – so, more like problems, and by sorting out he means saying he’ll never tell him, the druids left Merlin in the clearing they were in.

As soon as the druids were out of sight and earshot, Merlin sighed and sat on the grass. He couldn’t tell Arthur he had magic, let alone that he loved him. Both of those things would end their friendship, and Merlin didn’t know what he would do without Arthur by his side. Without being able to protect him, even if he would never know about it.

The sound of leaves shuffling made him turn around only to see the man he was thinking about, Arthur. Arthur was there. Oh my Goddess, how long had he been there? How much did he hear?

Arthur walks up to him, and Merlin just stares at everything but him, praying to the Triple Goddess, the Disir and the Old Religion that Arthur didn’t hear a thing.

When he’s close to Merlin, Arthur says, “Merlin.” It doesn’t have that usual tone of fondness and exasperation it always does instead it seems to be partly angry and partly- Merlin doesn’t know.

Merlin finally looks up to his king, still sitting on the floor.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?” He tries for casual but knows he’s missed it by a mile. His breaths coming more rapidly now.

Arthur is still looking at him as he says, “I followed you because I wanted to know where you actually are when you and Gaius say you’re at the tavern.” A pause then, “I heard everything, Merlin.”

Merlin’s eyes widen before he stands up and tries to walk backwards to get away from him, breaths coming more and more shortly. He doesn’t even realize he’s talking saying I’m sorry all over again, apologizing for something out of his control, let it be the magic or the love, he didn’t choose any of it, it just happened.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave. Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.” With tears in his eyes, he realizes that he couldn’t live with the thought of Arthur hating him and banishing him, so he says, “No wait, please kill me here, with your sword. I don’t want Gaius to see me burn, I don’t want to be banished, I can’t live with the thought of you hating me, so please, kill me now.” While he was saying all of this, he managed to get in front of Arthur, only inches separating them.

Arthur slowly lifted his hand and put it on Merlin’s cheek. “Merlin, you idiot.” He placed a small peck on his lips and then said, “I could never harm you, or banish you for that matter. I’m in love with you too. And for the magic, did you really think I didn’t know? I’m not that dense, you know?” Merlin gave him a skeptical look. “Are you not angry? About my magic, about me lying to you for all these years, about me being in love with you?” There was a pause where he thought back about what Arthur had just said. “Wait, you’re in love with me?” His eyes widened and Arthur took it as a good moment to place his lips on Merlin’s once again. This time Merlin kissed him back – after a second of shock – and what a joy that was. He had imagined kissing Arthur, but the fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.

He was so caught up in the kiss that when Arthur pulled back, he chased him with his lips, getting out a moan from Arthur. Merlin liked it so much that he walked him back until his back was against a tree trunk.

At this point, they were making out like teenagers. Tongue sliding against tongue. Teeth biting on lips and so on.

This time it was Merlin who broke the kiss by putting his hand on Arthur’s chest and holding him there. Arthur was looking at him with so much love that he didn’t know how he never noticed it before. He placed one or two more kisses on Arthur’s lips just because he could, and finally stepped back.

“We should head home.” Arthur loved the idea of taking Merlin to bed and be his in all the possible ways, so he said exactly that. Merlin smiled at him and responded with “I’ll take good care if you, my love.”

And with that they headed back to Camelot hand in hand, happier than they’d ever been.

#merthur #merthur fanfic #merthur fanfiction #Arthur Pendragon #arthur x merlin #merlin x arthur #merlin #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #bbc merlin

[mochiwrites]

iskall has been asleep in a hospital bed. they traveled back to ren’s hometown for treatment. grian has hardly slept at all, pearl’s been forcing him to eat when she can or else cleo will come in and shove the food down his throat.

he hasn’t let go of iskall’s hand. not unless he has to eat or get up momentarily. but he’s by iskall’s side, alone with his thoughts. and oh god does he have a lot of them. mostly thinking about how stupid iskall is. and how he better wake up. and that he’s sorry.

and the moment iskall shows any small sign of waking up, grian is attentive and leaning in with a little, “iskall?!”

a few moments later the man’s eye opens. and grian has never felt so relieved. his right eye is shut, a long scar running over it. it starts from his forehead, reaching just below his eye. he’s slow to turn his head but when he does the first thing he looks at is grian. because ofc it is. and he smiles this dopey, love filled smile, “you’re safe.”

grian’s heart stops, guilt flooding his chest. “you almost died.” and he frowns, biting his lip as his brows dip and furrow. “don’t you ever do something like that again, idiot. don’t throw away your life like that.” I need you.

iskall’s smile only brightens and he chuckles, “I’m afraid I can’t follow that order, cap’n. see, there’s a very lovely but reckless man that I need to protect.”

it’s the wrong thing to say because grian’s face only darkens as it twists with guilt and anguish. “iskall you almost died protecting me. I’m not speaking to you as your captain. I’m speaking to you as grian. I can’t lose you, I can’t watch you die for me.”

grian’s been staring down at his lap this whole time, fists clenched. and then there’s a hand reaching out, raising his chin and forcing him to meet iskall’s eye.

“did you know that I’d die a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe?” his voice is so painfully soft as he says it. it’s make grian’s heart thud in his chest, his face warms. “I’m never going to stop protecting you, grian. not when you mean everything and more to me.”

and grian, in his very smart mind, needing something to break the painfully tense atmosphere, “careful there. it almost sounds like a love confession you’re making.”

the smile on iskall’s face changes. it softens, grows into something fond and sweet. “if it is?” his voice is still soft, if a little hesitant; nervous.

something in grian cracks and he squeezes his eyes shut. it’s too much, seeing iskall’s love pouring from him like a fountain. he brings his hands up to hold onto iskall’s, burying his face in his palm. he presses a kiss there.

“then you better not die. that’s an order.”

iskall laughs, but he’s beaming. “as you wish, captain.”

#mochi writes #sea fruits au #griskall #pirate!iskall #pirate!grian #hermitshipping #GUESS WHO HAD TIME BEFORE CLASS #WOOOOOO HAVE SOME GAYS #and also a little backstory as to how iskall lost his eye #;3

[unicyclehippo]

‘hey this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever said but i’m totally obsessed with your children.’

‘ok, first of all, for what’s gotta be the hundredth damn time, they’re not my children,’ steve said around a mouthful of chips. he brushes off the crumbs that land on his shirt. ‘and second of all—they’re pretty great, right? i mean henderson is certifiable but he’s also a goddamn genius -‘

‘yeah yeah, henderson’s the best, whatever. you know who terrifies me?’

‘terror is - a good thing?’

‘totally.’

steve considers that for a second. ‘max.’

‘that sweetheart? no.’

‘el?’

‘interesting that you’re only naming girls.’

‘nancy.’

‘absolutely,’ robin agrees whole-heartedly, but lifts a slender finger. ‘but not one of your kids.’

steve shrugs. ‘i’m out of ideas. all the other kids are chill. idiots, but chill.’

‘erica. i was talking about erica.’

‘oh for sure. you know, i actually thought about this after the whole mall incident—i think she’d really get on with my dad. and i mean that as a compliment, for the first time ever. she’s got that whole ruthless business woman thing going for her.’ steve’s eyes widen when robin grins, a little manic. ‘what? what? i don’t like that look on you.’

‘i was thinking.’

‘nope. uh-uh. bad idea, robbie. you know my opinion on thoughts. thoughts get us locked up and - and injected,’ he hisses, ‘and they get us dropped into the topsy turvy faster than you can say mum’s baked potatoes!’

robin lifts a brow. ‘robbie?’

‘that’s what you get stuck on?’

‘robbie.’

‘what? you can call me little stevie but i can’t call you robbie?’

robin smirks. ‘liked that one, did you?’ she laughs when he scowls, half-heartedly throws a few chips her way. she plucks one off the counter and blows on it. ‘five second rule,’ she mutters, tossing it into her mouth. she grimaces. ‘ugh. how long have these been here?’

steve shrugs. ‘dunno. couple days. it’s fine, they’re chips. you can’t get, like, food poisoning or whatever from chips.’

she isn’t as sure of that but she does know one thing. ‘these are gross. stale, steve. upsettingly stale. if i wanted a soft chip, i would not buy chips, i would buy bread.’

‘you mean, you would come over to my house and eat my bread,’ steve grumbles.

robin narrows her eyes. ‘any. way. on the topic of erica. we owe her—‘

‘owe her?’

‘—a lifetimes worth of ice-cream and i was thinking we could double up on some drinks.’

‘why would we give her more than what she wants?’

‘if you’ll wait,’

‘it sounded like you were done!’

‘i wasn’t.’ robin rifles through her pockets, finally pulling out a much crumpled piece of notebook paper. ‘i have a brilliant plan.’ steve groans. ‘it’s summer, stevie. it’s hot, everyone is unhappy, and we have a tiny genius on our hands.’

‘henderson.’

‘are you even listening to me? erica, mister pompadour. she’s got mad skills. and i’m not talking breaking and entering—i’m talking people skills, organisation, calculations, and a frankly wild fascination with the movers and shakers of the world. i’m telling you there’s not a single person in the world i trust more than erica to organise a summer shindig.’

shindig, steve mouths. ‘but what does that have to do with drinks?’

‘bribery, steven. we bribe her into putting something fun together. we give her ice cream and drinks—cold drinks, freezing ice cream, on this devils armpit of a summer day—and she organises a party for us, meaning we don’t have to do the work, and all of that amounting to a fun party that your kids and big kids alike can enjoy. it’s a win-win-win! we need this,’ she continues when he just munches on another handful of chips. ‘the kids are losing their minds, i’m boiling out of my skin, and if a random child comes into our workplace one more time today to tell us they’re bored, i’ll kill you first and then me.’

‘the way i hope to go out,’ he tells her dreamily, bats his lashes to make her laugh, which she does. ‘together.’

‘always,’ she agrees, light and ridiculous and grinning that sly, fond smile he manages to wrangle from her—and utterly sincere. ‘so? what do you think?’

‘i don’t.’ robin rolls her eyes. ‘but you do, obviously,’ he waves a hand at her scribbled note. ‘and i follow your lead. always.’

#st tag #robin and steve my bff beloveds #just a lil smth that popped into my head watching s3 #stranger things tag #tagging my stories #their friendship is so important to me