#I hope this is clear that I’m not mad at anyone and this isn’t about any one person
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Uhm I don’t know how to break it to some of y’all but Noah’s last post was asking people to stand with Israel before he went ghost on social media. In the wake of what happened, I gave him the benefit of the doubt with that post. But I was scrolling through my fyp and saw literal dead Palestinian bodies and the next video was his return to social media with a smoothie ad where he is manually deleting comments including mine voicing how fed I up I was watching that bullshit. Not because I have some parasocial relationship or because I’m disappointed. Just because I refuse to have cognitive dissonance about this.
Like I’m not gonna tell people how to feel or judge anyone for seeing this differently, but I really need y’all to extend that same principle to those of us who literally just think that is some utter fuck shit. Because I do. I’m watching Israeli soldiers doing Tiktok dance trends on my fyp. A sponsored smoothie ad filmed by a millionaire in his mansion amongst videos of genocide after he posted pro-Israel propaganda and leaves up lies about beheaded babies for his millions of followers. All the while I’m sitting at my regular ass job debating putting a bus ticket to Washington D.C. on my credit card so I can go protest because there are people being slaughtered with my tax dollars. I don’t hate Noah Schnapp, but please don’t ask me to care about him right now.
#I hope this is clear that I’m not mad at anyone and this isn’t about any one person#I’ve just seen more posts on my dash about Noah’s response than what is actually happening#and I’m tired of it#byler#stranger things#Netflix#noah schnapp#free Palestine#tw islamophobia#tw violence
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@katsuslover asked: Making katsuki jealous by talking w deku or something and he's all sulky and a baby and u show him why he's better
a/n: omg hell yessss I made it a little angsty but I hope he’s not too OOC
You narrow your eyes at the blonde sitting right in front of you. His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a deep frown that you’ve never seen before. Clenched fists that are slightly shaking, he glares down at the floor with such an intensity that almost frightens you. Almost.
He’s been that way for the past half an hour, with no warnings at all. It’s weird, how this morning he wasn’t giving two fucks about anyone or anything at all, and now he’s just… furious isn’t even the word to describe it. Neither is rage. This is something else, and you knew it.
“Kats, just spit it out already.”
You’ve been trying to coax an explanation out of him for the past twenty-seven minutes, and yes, you’ve been counting. He’s never hid his anger from you. Or anyone, actually. But definitely not you.
“Kats, I swear to god, if you don’t start saying anything then I’ll go back to my conversation with Midoriya—”
“Get that bastard’s name out of your mouth.”
It was a quick mumble. A short demand. A command, if you will. He’s never said shit about Midoriya with such pure hatred that it did confuse you, and you started to question if you really understood Katsuki in the first place.
His brow furrowed and his teeth gritted, his glare shifts from the floor to your shoulder, avoiding your direct gaze. He couldn’t bring himself to glare at you, no. The last thing that he wanted to do was to direct his anger at you. You were one of the most precious people in his life, and he wasn’t gonna risk anything, much less even glaring, to fuck it up. But looking down and glaring at the floor looked utterly pathetic, too. So his eyes dart from the wall behind you, to your shoulder and neck, but never your face. You didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t your fault, either.
He knew it’s not your fault, so why did it sting so much to hear you laughing with that bastard? He didn’t get it.
“Never mind. ‘M fine. It’s nothing.”
“Kats, you can’t be mad like that and not explain yourself.”
It’s true. He knew that he owed you an explanation, and a good one. Shame crept up on him as he realised that he snapped at you. That you were on the receiving end of his anger. The promise he made to himself— to never, ever make you upset, or to ever let you feel like the reason that he’s mad— was now broken in his eyes.
“I’m… sorry. For snapping at you. It’s not your fault,” he mumbled under his breath.
It wasn’t snapping, but he hated the fact that he still could have upset you.
“Kats, it’s okay. I’m fine, I promise. What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything that’s on your mind, right?”
“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled, though it’s clear that his snapping only made him more irritated with himself.
“It’s not nothing if you’re…” you trail off, not wanting to point out the current tears in his eyes.
“Huh? I’m what?” Still oblivious to the tears, he looked around and found nothing.
“Kats, seriously. Tell me, now.”
The firm gaze directed at him from your eyes made him freeze, and the gentle tone in your voice made him hesitate. He was surprised, to say the least, that you were still here, trying to help him while he stood there in front of you like an idiot. If you left now, he wouldn’t have been surprised. In fact, he understood why you would do that, and he couldn’t blame you. This emotional, vulnerable part of him finally showed for the first time in your relationship.
It surprised you, just a little. You knew he hated showing emotions besides happiness and the occasional happiness, but never tears. He never cried solely in front of you, at least.
He felt weak, so… pathetic.
And on the other hand, you were there, trying to help him and coax some coherent words out of him, before finally giving up with a sigh
“Kats, if you don’t wanna talk, then we can save that for another time. I won’t push you any further if you’re getting uncomfortable.”
He’s never felt comfort like this. Not warmth, or such gentleness either. It’s so new to him, but in the best ways that he couldn’t describe.
What was this feeling? His heart was bittersweet now. His loathing towards Midoriya was worsening, but the sweetness in your voice was making it fade away slowly.
“I promise I’m fine,” he rasped out.
“Okay, Kats. As long as you’re alright,” you murmured, not really pushing him to speak unless he really wanted to.
He took a deep breath, not sure how to address the issue.
“Look, I don’t know what to feel when you’re talking to that damn Deku,” he stated plainly.
“You don’t know what to feel? What are you talking about?”
“I’m not stopping you from having friends, okay? I just don’t like how giggly and shit you were with him,” he huffed.
“Well… why not?”
“It just bugs me, that’s all. Just feel like I should be the reason you’re laughing. Not him.”
Oh. It finally clicked in your mind. He was jealous. You wanted to point it out, but it could sour his mood further, so you decided against it for the time being.
“Well, if that was the case, you could have just told me. I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”
You were too sweet, too understanding. It was hard for him to believe that he deserved it. That he deserved you.
“Really?”
“Yes, really, Kats. You don’t need to worry that I’ll be upset, okay?”
He nodded slowly, still not used to this amount of sincerity and care from someone.
He was never this soft, or vulnerable to anyone. You, however, were an exception. He wasn’t afraid to show it to you, and even though he wasn’t used to it, he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
“Thanks…” a soft mumble of thanks left his lips, happy how this confrontation went.
@angelshimaa angst for you :)))
#kiri next and im gonna make two versions of this LMAO#bnha#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou
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Head Empty. Only You.
OPLA Luffy x Fem!Reader (can be read as gn!reader)
cw: tooth-rotting fluff, no smut, implied relationship, kissing (smooch smooch), no spoilers
wc: 1,110k
a/n: It's been a long time since I've written or been on tumblr. But the new OPLA has got me wanting to share again.
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There’s a subtle crinkle in the corner of his mouth that indicates when he’s in deep thought. It makes itself known when he’s not smiling, which is as rare as it is concerning.
He sits so still at the figurehead of the ship. A stark black silhouette sitting against a canvas of oranges and reds. It almost seems to set him ablaze in their glory, as if he’s the ember and the sky burns only when he’s under it.
Monkey D. Luffy in a contemplative state is unpredictable. What does a man who fears little to nothing contemplate about?
“Y/N?” He asks quietly, softly. He says it with a hint of cheekiness like your name holds a meaning only he’s privy to. You realize you’ve been staring at him long enough for the sun to completely dip beyond the horizon.
You clamber up to where he sits, plopping down as he moves to make room. You stare into a watery void of dark waters. The ocean is completely opposite to its usual appearance. Deep blues and purples replace the turquoise and aquamarines of daylight. It's somehow eerie.
His knee bumps against yours, the subtle contact of skin enough to break the trance of silence you find yourself in. It brands your own skin with its warmth.
“Are you okay?”
He ponders the question, picking at the fibers that stick out of the straw hat on his head. “I’m thinking.”
You roll your eyes, propping your head up with a hand against your knee. He says it like it isn’t obvious. “Whatcha thinking about?”
He squints into the void. You almost think he’s looking for the answer out there beneath the waves. Searching for an answer in the one place he can’t physically look.
“You.”
Your heart stutters as you answer without thinking. “Why?”
You can’t fathom being the forethought of his thoughts. That someone like him spends hours in the quietness thinking about you. Your existence feels minuscule in comparison.
He cocks his head to the side. “There have to be a reason? I just like thinkin’ ‘bout ya.”
He’s effortless, you think. For how grand the trajectory of his destiny seems to be, he’s effortless in being simple. Luffy is a man who’s complicatedly simple.
You clear your throat and try to resist the flush that rises in your body. You hope he can’t see the blush that’s dusting your cheeks when his dark orbs finally meet yours. “What-what about me do you think about?”
A different kind of line creases his face as his gaze smolders. You’re familiar with this crinkle. It’s the dimple of his cheeks when he smirks. It jars you how much of a difference one dimple makes. He’s like starlight in the darkness.
Confidence is not something Luffy lacks. But when he’s especially sure about something, there’s nothing anyone can do to change his mind.
“Everything!” He says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, “I like when we sneak into the kitchen at night. Oh! Or when we pranked Sanji by replacing the potatoes with tangerines! Or how about the time we convinced Usopp to paint Zoro’s face with ink and it wouldn’t wash off for days!”
He taps your entwined hands against his knee in excitement. You can’t help but be infected by his joy as he babbles on.
“And remember when Nami got so mad when we spent half her berry on that weird fortune teller? They turned out to be fake! But then you smiled and said…”
He trails off then, staring at you. You’re not sure where his mind is heading as the silence stretches longer than you anticipate.
“...you said as long as we’re together it doesn’t matter what the future holds.”
Suddenly, you’re no longer sitting beside him. A tug on your hand invites you to settle for straddling his lap instead. You can’t help but melt into the hug he gives, returning it as your hands settle just at his shoulder blades. His hands around your waist and nose brushing against your neck sends a flutter of butterflies to your stomach.
He inhales you like you’re the oxygen he breathes. “I’m always thinking about ya' when you’re not beside me.”
A torrent of emotion whirls inside. Luffy is always physical. He has a touch-starved obsession. He craves closeness with others and doesn’t discriminate in who that applies to. But here with just you two, you suddenly feel the full brunt of his affection. You don’t know what else to do but hold him tighter and bury your face in his shoulder.
“Hey, look at me.” He demands. He pulls away slightly to hold you a hair's breadth away, noses almost touching, as he searches your face. “Talk to me.”
He’s always so jealous of your attention. You squish the hollows of his cheeks together as you grasp his chin. Your eyes rove over his facial features and trace the contour of his brow. You follow it to the scar under his eye and down his jaw until you finally land on his lips. He looks like a blow fish, utterly ridiculous in your grasp, but there’s a glint in his dark orbs. It's as dangerous as the glint of a knife in the dark.
Unconsciously, you lick your lips.
“You know what I think about?”
“Whaf-?” He tries to ask. The words don’t quite form in their current state puckered between your fingers. His eyebrows raise dramatically to emphasize his curiosity instead.
“How much I like kissing you…and when I’m going to kiss you again.” You smile deviously when that glint of his seems to sparkle.
He giggles at you. It’s boyish compared to the look on his face. He pulls himself from your grasp. “How about now?”
You feign a look of surprise, looking around in mock confusion. “Now? Here? Are you sure now’s a good time? I thought you were too busy thinking about me alone in the dark.”
Your teasing earns you a pout. He whines as you give a hearty laugh.
“You’re such a big baby-” You begin, but Luffy surprises you by grasping your chin and slamming your lips together.
His kiss is electrifying despite the fact his rubber constitution should make it impossible. It sends tingles up and down your spine and you hum as he traces the outline of your lips with his tongue. He sighs when you open your mouth. Your heart is open and tender in this moment, and he cradles you like you’re as important as the hat on his head. You are. He reminds you everyday.
Eventually, the cold spray of the ocean’s waves is forgotten.
#luffy x reader#luffy x y/n#one piece#one piece fanfiction#monkey d. luffy x reader#luffy x you#muku'sfics#opla
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"you can do whatever you want, you're not Stuck With Me."
"i'll tell you one thing, we'd make history, you and me. you're getting closer now, it's getting better now, but you're still so far gone."
synopsis// bottled up feelings have to come out eventually.
pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader
word count// 8k
contents// angst with a happy ending, college!au, literally just y/n and geto being idiots but mostly y/n, shoko only knows tough love, obligatory rain scene, friends to lovers, ooc geto?
notes// scorpions are haunting me so i’m posting this as a distraction. anyways one of my anons requested this!!! so anon i hope i did ur idea justice and that u like it sorry its kinda all over the place.... anywho so besides this being a request, it was also inspired by the song the point by eatmewhileimhot! bye :3 OH and if anyone else has any other requests feel free to lmk!!
You poke at your food, focusing on the sound your fork makes as it scrapes against your plate instead of whatever the person sitting across from you is saying. You know you should pay attention; you know you’re being rude, but god, are you bored out of your fucking mind. You would much rather be hanging out with Suguru right now, feeling a twinge of regret at turning him down just for this.
“Y/N?”
Your head raises to look at the person in front of you. “Huh?”
They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
You frown sheepishly. “Uh, no, sorry.”
“It’s fine,“ they say, clearing their throat, “I was just saying how I kinda wish we went somewhere else cause I'm craving zaru soba, but I wanted to impress you, you know?”
You nod, not computing the last of his sentence with your brain stuck on the mention of zaru soba. “Suguru likes that.”
“What?”
“Zaru soba—Suguru likes that.”
Your date shoots you a confused stare, and you subconsciously sink into your chair.
“Is, uh, is there something on my face or?” you ask, bringing your hands up to feel around your face.
They shake their head. “No, it’s just—uh, you bring up this Suguru guy a lot, and by a lot, I mean like you’ve brought him up this whole date...”
“I have?”
They nod.
“Shit—i’m sorry..”
“It’s fine.” They dismiss your apology by asking, “What is he to you anyway?”
You stare at him blankly. That’s an easy question. Suguru, to you, is your—he’s your—
“He your friend or something?”
Yes! Suguru is your friend—your best friend even—so why can't you say it out loud? Why are you hesitating?
You laugh nervously, mumbling, “Or something...”
“Or something?” they repeat in hopes you’ll elaborate on what you mean.
You don’t.
Instead, you stand abruptly out of your seat and gather your things. “Um! You know, this has been really great and all, but I actually think I should get going.”
"Oh, okay,” they say, standing up with you. “Uh, do you wanna do this again maybe?”
“You're a lovely person, but...
“It's Suguru, isn't it?”
“What?” You almost choke on your spit as you frantically stammer, “No, uh, no! It's not Suguru-Suguru’s just my-it's-“ you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “It's not because of him.”
They curtly hum. “Thanks for giving me a chance anyway.”
You nod. “I'm gonna—I'm gonna go.”
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Suguru is face down on a pillow on his bed when Gojo walks into their shared dorm.
“What happened now?” He asks as he goes to sit on the edge of Suguru’s bed.
“Y/N’s on a date,” he grumbles into the pillow, his words barely audible.
Gojo rolls his eyes. "Suguru, this is just sad at this point.”
Suguru lifts his head and glares at Gojo from over his shoulder. His eyes burning holes into the other's head.
“What? It is!”
Suguru groans and kicks Gojo as he buries his face back into his pillow.
“Ow! Don’t get mad at me for telling the truth!”
Suguru kicks him again.
“Stop that! You’re acting like a child!”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Ok, listen, this isn’t about me,” Gojo adds, rolling his eyes.
Suguru rolls onto his back and drapes an arm over his face, muttering, “Whatever.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Gojo grumbles as he stands up and walks over to his own bed. “I can't take this, Suguru.“ He grabs his pillow and throws it at Suguru. "You can't do this every time they go on a date!”
Suguru doesn’t even flinch when the pillow lands on his face, nor does he bother moving it as he responds, “Watch me.”
Gojo walks back over to Suguru and grabs the pillow from his face before resuming his position on the end of Suguru's bed. "How long has it been?”
“Since?”
“Since you first started liking them.”
Suguru hesitates to answer, “Too long.”
“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, shaking the pillow in his hands for dramatic effect. “Maybe…”
Suguru waits a moment to see if Gojo will finish his sentence, and when he doesn’t, Suguru sits up, quirking up his eyebrow at him as he asks slowly, as if attempting to subtly warn Gojo to pick his next words carefully: "Maybe what, Gojo?”
“Maybe it’s time to try and move on, Suguru…” He frowns and asks softly, “Are you just gonna torture yourself like this for the rest of your life?”
Suguru sighs and turns away from Gojo, a small frown on his face. He knows he’s right, but he’s scared in all honesty because, on the one hand, what if it works? What if he actually does move on? What if it was this easy to move on this whole time and he was just here torturing himself for nothing? And on the other hand, he doesn't want it to. He’s liked you for so long. You've taken up so much of his heart that, at this point, he thinks his heart is shaped like you, and it would feel wrong to not like you. He can't imagine himself not being completely and utterly devoted to you, and he doesn’t think he wants to.
“Suguru.”
Suguru's brows knit together as he looks up at Gojo.
Gojo sighs. “Just try? One date. That’s all I’m asking.”
Suguru rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. “I don’t even know anybody, Gojo.”
He perks up at the absence of rejection and happily explains, “Don’t worry bout that; leave it all up to me!" He emphasizes the word 'me' by pointing toward himself.
“Ok, well, that makes me even more inclined to say no.”
"Suguru, pleaseee,” Gojo begs. “Just one date!! That’s all I’m asking! You’re my friend, Suguru, and I know I don’t act like it, but I really do hate seeing you like this.”
Suguru crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow at him in suspicion, wondering, “Why are you being nice?”
“Because, contrary to popular belief, I do in fact care about my friends.”
Suguru breathes out heavily at his response, letting a brief silence wash over them.
“So..." Gojo pries.
“Fine.”
“Yay!-“
Suguru instantly cuts him off, one finger raised, as he emphasizes sharply, “But just one date, Gojo.“
“Good enough for me!” he says, nodding quickly. “This will be the best date of your life, and you’ll realize you don’t even like Y/N all that much!”
Suguru feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him from that statement but quickly plays it off with a scoff, “Yeah, or it’s the worst date of my life, and I realize just how much more I like Y/N.”
“Ok, well,“ Gojo frowns and scratches his head awkwardly, “Can we at least try to be optimistic?”
“Fine.”
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Shoko’s sitting on her bed with her textbook in her lap when you enter your dorm, kicking your shoes off haphazardly across the room and slamming the door shut.
“You good?”
You groan in response as you sluggishly make your way toward her, pushing the book off her lap and instead replacing it with your head.
She looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “I was reading that, you know.”
You groan again, but this time it comes out louder and more gutteral.
“Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you gonna just lay here in my lap groaning?” she asks, rolling her eyes.
You pout, looking up at her. “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Where should I start?”
“Shoko,” you whine.
She bites back a smile as she asks, “Why would you think something's wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” you mutter. “I mean, I go on so many dates, right?”
Shoko nods and hums something in acknowledgment.
“But they all never end up working out! Like none of them!” You exclaim, throwing your hands out in front of you, barely missing Shoko, who jerks her head to the side just in time. “They always all say the same thing.”
She pushes your hands back down so that she can return to her original position and asks, “Which is?”
You let your hands fall onto your chest as you turned your head to the side to avoid her gaze, mumbling, “That I mention Suguru a lot.”
You don’t even have to look back up at her to know she’s raising her eyebrows at you in question.
“Well, do you?”
Your gaze snaps back up at her as you exclaim, “Yeah, but!” You pause. “He's my… He's my best friend, so obviously I'd mention him a lot!”
The word best friend feels heavy and foreign in your mouth, like it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. You’ve never had to put a label on you and Suguru, not until the dates at least, but even then, you and Suguru were just... simply that. You were just you and Suguru.
“Really feeling the love here.”
“Shokoooooo.”
She rolls her eyes. “You were just on a date, right?”
You nod.
“And so what happened?”
“Nothing! I was bored; I'm always bored on these dates.”
"Okay, hypothetically,” she says, “What would you have rather been doing?”
“Hanging out with Suguru! I always tell myself that I'm literally gonna stop canceling on him for dates because I always end up regretting it.”
“Right, right,” she says, nodding. “Y/N, have you ever considered that maybe you like Geto?”
You roll your eyes. “Of course I like Suguru, idiot. Did you not just hear me call him my-“
She cuts you off: “Your best friend. Yeah, whatever; that's not what I mean. I mean, like. romantically.”
“Huh?” Shoko’s words take a minute to fully register in your brain, but once they do, your jaw drops. “Huh?! Pft, no, of course not, that is... That is a… That is a silly thought.”
She stares down at you blankly, knowing the way you just stumbled over your whole sentence reveals your lack of conviction in your own words. "Right… Well, if you’re gonna be an idiot in denial, can you do that in your own bed? I need to study.”
You roll your eyes as you sit up. “Is studying all you do?”
She shrugs, and now that her lap is free from you, she places her textbook back into her lap. “Is obsessing over Geto all you do?”
“I don't like you.”
“You love me. Now leave me alone.”
You begrudgingly hop off her bed and into your own, making it a point to sigh dramatically the whole time. Once you're in your own bed, your phone goes off, and upon seeing who the message is from, you bite back a smile.
Shoko looks up from her textbook at the noise. “Oh? That your man?”
“Shut your mouth.”
She simply laughs under her breath before returning to her studies, and you happily return your attention back to your phone.
Suguru<3: hey
Y/N: hey!
Suguru<3: oh I didn't expect you to reply so quick lol. I thought u were on a date?
Y/N: was :/ that shit suckedddddd it was so boring Suguru pls I would've much rather hung out with you
Suguru<3: well I mean u could've
Y/N: I KNOWWWW ugh next time remind me to never cancel on you for a lame date again k?
Suguru<3: yeah I will… so I'm taking it you won't be seeing them again?
Y/N: definitely not... I do wanna see u again tho!!
Suguru<3: you'll see me in class y/n
Y/N: yeah but that's so far awayyyyy
Suguru<3: yk if u wanna hangout rn u can just say so
Y/N: do u wanna hang out?
Suguru<3: he can't he's busy -gojo
Y/N: gojo when I get my hands on u.
Suguru<3: :p -gojo
You groan dramatically and throw your phone somewhere onto your bed as you shove your face into your pillow, mumbling, “I'm going to sleep.”
“Eager to see your man tomorrow?”
“Die.”
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Gojo and Suguru are walking to class when Gojo starts humming obnoxiously, like he’s thinking about something and wants someone to notice, so he doesn’t stop until Suguru sighs.
“Can you shut up?”
Gojo frowns and feigns hurt. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m thinking about?”
“Fine, what are you thinking about, Gojo?”
Gojo slightly leans in toward Suguru as he coos, “Thinking about who I’m gonna set you up with, obviously!”
"Oh, right about that...”
“Nuh uh, you can't back out!”
“But I think they might feel the same?” Suguru says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Gojo’s head whips toward Suguru in shock. “Wait huh?”
“Before you stole my phone yesterday—which I’m still mad about, by the way—they said they would’ve rather hung out with me than go on the date,” he says, pulling out his phone to show Gojo the texts.
Gojo doesn’t say anything, and the lack of anything coming out of his mouth worries Suguru, who’s now scanning Gojo’s face for a trace of anything to tell him what the other is thinking and gets it when Gojo finally cracks a frown.
“What? Why do you look like that?” Suguru asks, and he hates how it comes out more panicked than he intended, his own voice like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.
“I don't wanna say anything that would get your hopes up,” Gojo says, his gaze now fixed on his steps. “And besides, maybe this date could still be good.”
“You’re not gonna let me get out of this, are you?”
“Of course not!” he says, his regular pep back in his step. “So does tomorrow work for you?”
“Yeah, whatever, Gojo, you’d make me go regardless, I don’t know why you ask.”
“Lol, true anyway." Gojo’s steps come to a halt. "Here’s my class; see you later!”
Suguru waves him off: "Yeah, whatever, oh, and Gojo?”
“Hm?”
“At least set me up with someone good," he says, an ever-so-slight smile on his face.
“Of course! Leave it all up to me, bestie!”
Suguru nods and continues on toward his own class, only then does he huff, “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
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You sat in your seat, your cheek leaning in your palm, sighing every so often from boredom but quickly perking up when you notice a familiar face walk through the door.
“Suguru!”
“Y/N!”
Your gaze is glued to him as you watch him take his seat beside you; only once he’s fully situated do you speak up again: “I was wondering if you were skipping or something.”
Suguru tilts his head at you in confusion, asking, “Why?”
“Because you took so long.”
He tries to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Shut up. What were you doing anyway?”
Suguru rolls his eyes. “Gojo made me walk him to class.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, your voice unamused as you speak, “Lame excuse, I walk with Shoko to her class every day and I still get here before you.”
“Yeah, that’s cause it’s Shoko?”
“True, I’ll excuse it for today if...”
“If?” He narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue your sentence.
“If we hang out tomorrow?”
“Can we hang out today?” He looks away as he says, “I’m kinda busy tomorrow....”
“Aw man,” you say, frowning, “You’re never busy.”
“I know, sorry, it’s just—" He halts before mumbling out the rest of his sentence—“something Gojo’s making me do.”
Suguru finally returns his gaze to you when he hears you huff.
“He’s taking you from me too often; I'll have to intervene sooner or later if he keeps this up.”
He stifles a laugh. “Can you not today?”
“Nope, I've gotta work on a project for one of my classes,” you say with a disappointed sigh.
“Okay, well, how about Wednesday, then?”
“I can fit you into my schedule, I suppose.”
“Oh shut up; don’t act like you weren’t the one asking me to hang out last night.”
“I was a different person then,” you deadpan.
Suguru rolls his eyes but can’t even try to hide the grin on his face. “Yeah, ok.”
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Come the next afternoon, Suguru finds himself staring into a mirror at his outfit with a small scowl on his face.
“I look stupid.”
“You always look stupid,” Gojo remarks, patting Suguru on the back.
Suguru ignores him and rolls his eyes, his voice small as he borderline pleads, “Do I really have to go?”
“Yes! It’s too late to back out now when your date is in like twenty minutes, so really you should get going by now,” he says while attempting to push Suguru out the door.
Suguru doesn’t budge. “I don't even know this person, Gojo.”
“That’s what dates are for!”
Suguru looks over his shoulder at Gojo, who’s still trying to push him out the door. “You know this isn’t gonna work, right?”
Gojo rolls his eyes and huffs, “Well, not with that attitude.”
“Gojo.”
“Suguru, you said you’d try! so go! try!”
Suguru sighs and reluctantly gives in… again. “I hate you.”
Gojo waves him off, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you can hate me after your date.”
Suguru doesn’t reply and instead opts to flip him off as he walks out the door.
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Suguru sits at a secluded booth in a dimly lit restaurant, lost in thought rather than listening to whatever the person sitting across from him is saying. He knows he should be paying attention; he knows he’s being rude, but god is he bored out of his fucking mind, and to say he’s hating every second of this is an understatement. He’d much rather be hanging out with you right now, regretting turning you down for this because just being here makes a part of him feel like he’s betraying you, and the thought has him anxiously wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. He’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Suguru was naive to believe he could delude himself into thinking that there was any possibility in any way that he’d move on, let alone with someone Gojo picked.
“Suguru?”
He quickly looks up at the person in front of him. “Yeah?”
They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
“No, sorry—I guess I was just, uh, lost in thought.”
"Oh, it’s fine,” they say, confusingly normal about the whole situation. “I was just, um, talking about your friend Gojo, actually.”
He blinks. “Why?”
“I was actually hoping you'd help me get with him?”
“You do realize you're on a date with me, right?”
“Please.” They roll their eyes. “Don't act like you wanna be here any more than I do right now.”
“How did-“
“It's written all over your face, you know? They must be really special.” They tease with a sweet smile, “I almost feel like I should be jealous.”
Suguru swallows harshly, suddenly feeling way more exposed than he would ever want to, especially on a ‘date’. “Sorry…”
They shrug. “Don't be; honestly, I just said yes to this to get some pointers on Gojo, so I don't think I'm any better than you right now.”
Suguru nods, his mind reeling. He’s not actually sure what’s going on or how he got here in the first place. How could his date be so okay with the fact that he’s here thinking about someone else? Oh, right, because so are they, but it’s still not clicking in his brain.
“You can leave if you want.”
He narrows his eyes at them skeptically. “Huh?”
“To go hang out with the one you actually like.”
Suguru shakes his head. There’s somehow too much happening right now for him to comprehend. “Again, what?”
They roll their eyes playfully, an amused smile on their face, as they lean over the table and whisper, “Suguru, I'm giving you an out.”
He blinks, and suddenly everything clicks, and he doesn’t understand why he’s still here when they just told him they could go to you. He stands up abruptly and says, “Right, I'm...“
“Don't say you're sorry; make it up to me by going to them, yeah?”
“I really appreciate that. Uhm, text me and I'll give you pointers on Gojo?”
They laugh and nod. “Yeah. Now, shoo, go to the one you actually want to be with.”
Suguru turns his head toward the exit of the restaurant, ready to leave, but pauses and ends up turning back to his ‘date’, a small smile on his face. “Thank you.”
“Mhm! Also, I want to meet them sometime, k? We’re friends now, sorry!”
“Yeah… Yeah, you can. Someday? Maybe…”
They tilt their head at him, unamused despite the smile on their face. “Bye Suguru.”
He returns the smile and waves before heading off to find you.
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You found yourself under a tree somewhere on campus, attempting—and failing—to entertain yourself since Suguru was busy and couldn't hang out, and you didn't even dare try to go to Shoko for entertainment, knowing her face is probably stuffed into her textbook and she would berate you for interrupting her, or if she did agree, she would spend the whole time with her whole face screaming how she would much rather be studying, even when her studying proves to be just for fun because she cheats on her exams anyway, but you digress. Lost in thought, you don't notice how someone’s approached you until their shadow falls over you.
“You dead?”
You look up and are pleasantly surprised to see Suguru. “Hey! I thought you were busy?”
Suguru shrugs. “Left early.”
“What’d you go do anyway?”
“A date.”
The minute the words leave Suguru’s mouth, you can feel your stomach churn in a horrible way. like you’re on a rollercoaster, but it's not fun; you want to get off, and you want to get off now, like this is final destination and you’re about to fall to your doom. Or more so, this makes you realize you've already fallen to your doom; you've already fallen in love with Suguru, and it took Shoko saying something and him going on a date for it to really sink in like it hadn't been there all along. Your jaw clenches, and you're quiet—terrifyingly quiet—and it makes Suguru regret saying anything; he doesn’t even know why he did... Okay, no, he knows. He knows he was acting petty and wanted to rub it in your face like you rub your dates in his, even if not purposeful, and besides, you two are friends, and friends are honest with each other. But maybe he shouldn’t have been, and it's excrutiatingly obvious he shouldn't have been when you suddenly stand up and avoid his gaze.
“Y/N?”
You kick at the dirt under your shoes and mumble, “I should, um, Shoko actually just texted me.”
“Y/N, can you look at me, please?” Suguru sounds desperate.
You look up at him and smile, but with the way your eyes are glazed over, it’s like you’re not even there. “Yeah?”
“I thought we could hang out now?”
“Yeah, but—ugh—Shoko really needs my help, you know?”
“Are we still on for tomorrow at least?”
“I hope your date was good, Suguru.”
“Y/N-“
“If I keep her waiting any longer, she’ll be really mad. I’m gonna go.”
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Suguru wishes he could say he’s surprised when you don’t show up to class the next day, but he’s not. Not at all. Especially from the way you ran off yesterday to how you’re still not answering any of his texts or calls, it was a telltale sign that Suguru would not be seeing you today. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. Of course not. So halfway through class, he left—not like he was paying attention anyway—and made his way to your dorm. Though he hesitates to knock once he’s actually there, he doesn’t even know why you’re ignoring him in the first place, and honestly? He’s scared to find out.
You’ve never acted like this with him before; you’ve always been an open book, always the first to speak up if something he did upset you, so he doesn’t understand why you’ve suddenly done a complete 180. He takes a deep breath before knocking. He came all this way; he isn’t going to just leave without figuring out what's wrong—or at least he’s going to try to figure out what's wrong.
No answer.
He knocks again.
No answer.
Suguru groans as he goes to knock one more time, but before he can, the door is swung open, and he’s met with a disheveled-looking Shoko.
“What?”
“Shoko, hi—“ Suguru gives her a quick once-over. "Sorry, were you asleep?”
She crosses her arms and blows a tuft of hair out of her face. “I was, and I'd like to go back to sleep, so-“
“Right, sorry, uh, is Y/N here?”
“No,” she replies quickly, far too quickly that Suguru doesn't believe her and instead tries to look into the room to find you. Shoko immediately picks up on this and shifts her body to cover any gaps he could look through. “They aren’t here, sorry.”
“Shoko,” he monotones.
She chews the inside of her lip and looks away, and Suguru can tell she's dying to say something, but she ultimately decides against it and shakes her head, looking back up at him.
“They’re not here, sorry.”
Suguru sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It's fine, sorry for waking you.”
“It's fine… Take care of yourself, Geto.”
“Yeah. You too.”
Shoko quickly shuts the door, and instead of climbing back into bed, she grabs her pillow and makes her way toward your bed, only to end up hitting you with it repeatedly. You pull your covers over your head in a futile attempt to protect yourself.
“Shoko, stop!”
“You stop.” She punctuates every word with a hit of her pillow.
“You’re the one hitting me!”
Shoko hits you one last time. “I mean, stop ignoring him, idiot.”
You peek your head out from under the covers, a frown on your face.
“Don't look at me like that; you’re acting childish, and you know that.”
“I can’t look at him.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“Shoko, I'm serious!” You speak adamantly, sitting up. “I mean, I realize I like him the exact moment he tells me he went on a date?”
“Who’s fault is that?”
“Shoko, I-I can't.”
“Whatever, sulk all you want; don't talk to him about it; I don't care; just scoot over.”
Your face twists in confusion. “What?”
“I'm tired,” she says blankly, now climbing into your bed.
You listen and scoot over, though it's more like she pushes you over. “You know you have your own bed, right?”
She yawns: “Too far away.”
You look down at her, and she's somehow already fast asleep. You roll your eyes and lay back down, looking up at the ceiling with your mind racing, and suddenly your phone vibrates. You know who it is; he’s the only one who texts you, but that doesn’t stop you from checking anyway.
Suguru<3: hey.
Suguru<3: did I do something?
Suguru<3: I don't understand.
Suguru<3: you weren't in class so I tried going to ur dorm. shoko said you weren't there but I don't really believe her.
Suguru<3: can you just talk to me please?
Suguru<3: I miss you.
Suguru<3: guess this means we aren’t hanging out today huh?
Suguru<3: text me soon please.
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Thursday
Suguru<3: no class again?
Suguru<3: look I get it
Suguru<3: okay maybe I don't.
Suguru<3: I don't know what I did wrong but if you don't wanna talk that's fine
Suguru<3: can you just let me know you’re okay?
Suguru<3: fuck I don't even care if you have shoko tell me you’re okay or if you tell gojo I just
Suguru<3: I just need to know you’re okay y/n.
Suguru<3: how long are you gonna avoid me?
Suguru<3: or avoid class?
Suguru<3: I miss you.
“Can you answer your fucking phone,” Shoko snaps.
You glare at her and instead shut your phone off completely. “There. Happy?”
"No, not at all; I won't be happy till you stop sulking.”
You smile at her condescendingly. "You are so lovely; did you know that?”
She sighs deeply. “Y/N, you’re ignoring Geto because he went on one date.”
“I'm ignoring him because I'm in love with him.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “And he's supposed to know that how? I'm a hundred percent sure the poor boy has no clue what he did.”
“Shoko, you don't get it! You've never been in love,” you sneer.
“I don't need to be in love to know you're acting stupid.” She shakes her head. “You know what? Ignore him all you want; that's your problem, but you need to go to class; don't throw away your college degree for him.”
You sigh, finally agreeing with her on at least one thing. “Yeah... Yeah, I know I'll go tomorrow.”
She nods happily. “Good. Now can I get back to studying?”
“I'm not the one who made you stop, you took that upon yourself.”
“Watch yourself; I'll walk my ass straight to Geto's dorm and tell him for you.”
“…Sorry”
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You get to class the next day extremely early and take a seat in the far back, away from everyone else, hoping Suguru would somehow not see you, or maybe more like in hopes you wouldn’t see him. It doesn't work. The minute he walks in, his eyes are drawn to yours like there was an invisible string there tying him directly to you, and your stomach twists as you see him approach you. As he’s approaching you, he sees your face, and he sees how you look like you're five seconds away from vomiting up everything you’ve ever eaten since you were born, so he stops in his tracks. Besides, a confrontation in the middle of class wouldn't be a good idea either way, so he’ll just catch you after class.
That somehow proves to be much harder than it should have been because once class ends and he turns around to catch you before you leave, you're already gone. He blinks incredulously at your empty seat for a moment before snapping out of it and running out into the halls, trying to find you among the crowd of people, which is easy for him considering you're the only thing that exists to Suguru right now and pretty much always, but even despite that, he can't find you. He stands in the hall, watching people pass him by as he does nothing, and the only thing he can hear is his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the rain that suddenly started sometime during all of this.
He finally snaps out of it once more and realizes that since it randomly started raining, there's a chance that you're somewhere waiting the rain out, unless you are so dead set on avoiding him that you don't care in the first place and walk back to your dorm in the rain anyway... Suguru hopes he's right as he starts walking toward the exit, and exhales heavily in relief when he sees you out on the porch and slowly creeps up behind you.
“Did you know it was gonna rain?”
You flinch at the sound of his voice. “No.”
Suguru’s heart feels like it's about to burst right out of his chest, and he feels like it's been way too long since he's heard your voice. “I think Gojo is gonna bring me an umbrella; do you wanna wait with me?”
“No.”
“No?”
You shake your head and start walking out into the rain, but you don't get far when Suguru reaches out and grabs your wrist.
“Wait!”
You look back at him, your jaw clenched tight. “Let go of me, Suguru.”
“You’ll get sick.”
You yank your wrist out of his grasp. “I don't care; I want to go back to my dorm.”
For a few moments, Suguru feels stuck in place as he watches you begin to walk away, yet everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you, to not let you go. He doesn’t even realize he was holding his breath this whole time until he gasps for air, and at the same time, his body finally decides to align with his mind, and he runs after you. You can hear his foot steps pattering against puddles, which only makes you speed up your walking.
Suguru notices this, and although he's still chasing after you, he decides to call out a pained, “Why are you ignoring me?”
You almost don't even hear him over how loud the rain has grown.
Almost.
“I'm not ignoring you, Suguru,” you say, stopping in your tracks with a deep sigh. He’ll catch you sooner or later, so maybe it's best to just get it over with.
Suguru doesn’t say anything until he's right behind you. You can hear just how clearly his voice trembles as he says, “Oh, so we’re lying now?”
“I'm no-“
“What the fuck happened? What are you doing?” and although he sounded exasperated only a second ago, when he speaks again, it's horrifyingly subdued: “This—this isn't us.”
You whip around to face him, a scowl on your face as you fume, “There is no us.”
Suguru’s face goes blank. No us? That's not right. That's all there is. There's only ever been an us because Suguru is not him without you. It's never just Suguru. It's you and Suguru; it's him and you; there's no him without you.
“What?”
“There is no us, Suguru; that's—“ you say, gesturing in little circles with your hands in front of you, trying to act out whatever word you're looking for. “That's the fucking problem.”
“I don't—“ His voice is breathy as he shakes his head in confusion. “What are you saying, Y/N?”
“You know what I'm saying.”
“No,” he says sternly, "No, I don't. I need to hear you say it.”
You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the rain falling against your face rather than the words coming out of your mouth: “I'm in love with you.”
The silence is suffocating, and you're violently aware of how you can feel Suguru’s eyes burning holes into you. You swallow harshly before peeking your eyes open, and he’s just standing there wide-eyed, his jaw slack.
“Suguru?”
“Why now?”
With his voice so small and brittle, you hardly even heard him.
“Huh?”
“Why now?” he repeats, this time louder, harsher.
“I don't—I don't understand?”
Suguru laughs in disbelief. He brings his hands up to cover his face, and he just laughs into them or cries; he's not even quite sure anymore. And after a few moments of this, he finally takes a deep breath, running one hand down his face as the other drops back to his side. “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, Y/N?”
“What?” You’re hopeful for a moment, but that all comes quickly crashing down, realization washing over you. “Wait, but you went on a date.”
“Y/N, it's been so long that Gojo got tired of me wallowing in my own self-pity every time you went on a date.” He sighs and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “So he forced me to go on one too to try and help me move on.”
“Why didn't you wait for me?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Suguru doesn't know whether to nod or shake his head. “No, I know, but I don't understand.”
Your face scrunches up in disdain, silently reading—what's there to not understand? “Why didn't you wait for me to fall in love with you?”
“Y/N, do you even hear what you're saying right now?” he scoffs. “Do you even hear what I'm saying? All I've ever fucking done was wait for you, and I go on one date that I left early for you, and now I'm the bad guy?”
Your heart sinks like a bag of rocks into a deep body of water. “No wait, Suguru, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.”
Suguru looks down, avoiding your stare, carefully tapping a puddle with the tip of his shoe as he mumbles, “Yeah.”
“Do-“ you stop yourself and swallow harshly before continuing, “Are you still in love with me?”
He stays silent, and embarrassment floods your bones. How could he still love you? You, who's been subconsciously dangling a treat in front of him like some kind of animal just to coax him into doing what you want, into staying with you, following you around, just because you were too out of touch to realize you even liked him in the first place. Of course, he wouldn't still love you.
“Of course I am. Don't be silly,” he reluctantly admits.
Relief washes over you, and the breath you take feels like the first one you've taken since Tuesday, when he told you about his date in the first place. “So... now what?”
The same relief does not wash over Suguru; in fact, he's feeling anything but relief. Too many things to name, to pin point; it's just all too much. This is just too much. “I need space; I can't—" he shakes his head, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't do this right now.”
“What?”
“I just. I can't. I'm sorry.”
Your voice cracks, “But-“
“I just need to think about this,” he says, waving his hands around in small circles, referencing the two of you.
“Oh.” You take a step back and nod. “Okay. I'll go then... I love you, Suguru.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I love you too.”
Suguru watches you walk away, and he can't tell his tears apart from the rain; can’t tell if his heart is stopping or if it's racing; can't tell if he's breathing or suffocating; he can't tell anything. His surroundings are drowning out and blurring into vague shapes and figures around him, and Suguru is sure he could just drop dead right then and there.
“Jeez, I didn't take that long that you had to walk out in the rain, dramatic much?”
Suguru, in all honesty, didn’t hear a word that was just said; the only thing that caught his attention was the lack of rain hitting him. He looks up to find an umbrella there instead of the dark cloudy sky that resembled his insides a little too much, then looks to his side to find Gojo there, and he wants to wipe the stupid grin off his face. If he can't be happy, why should Gojo? His head drops in defeat at his own thoughts. God, he’s acting shitty.
“Sorry.”
Gojo looks at him curiously. “You good?”
“No. No, I'm not good.”
"Hey dude, what's wrong?”
Suguru lets out a harsh laugh, and with no rain hitting him anymore, he knows for sure the thing dripping down his face is tears. “I fucked up.“
Gojo scans Suguru’s face frantically, looking for something��anything—that will tell him what's wrong with his best friend.
“Suguru, you have to be a little more specific than that.”
“Y/N loves me back.”
Gojo goes wide-eyed, and he gives a confused smile because how could this warrant his friend’s reaction? “What dude, that's gr-“
Suguru quickly cuts him off: "Great, I know, but I told them to give me space, Gojo.”
Frankly, Gojo isn't even worried anymore; he’s just in complete disbelief, shouting, “What? Why the hell would you do that?! Are you stupid?”
“Maybe!” he shouts back, trembling. “I don't know! They just— They went on about how I should've waited for them, and I was mad because that's all I've ever fucking done. I don't know; I wasn't thinking straight, and I fucked up, and they left. I made them leave. I asked for space when I hated all the space we've had from each other this whole week, and I asked for more?” He repeatedly hits his forehead with his palm, muttering, “I'm an idiot, fuck.“
“Suguru.”
“What?”
Gojo tilts his head at him. “Why are you still here?”
The question stills his movements, his hand falling back to his side, and he stares at Gojo in pure confusion. “What?”
“You obviously know that space isn't what you want, and you just said it in the heat of the moment, so why are you still here?”
Suguru is silent.
“Why aren't you running after them? They want you, dude! And you want them too!”
Suguru thinks if it weren’t for Gojo constantly moving, he'd think time had completely stopped in time with his realization on how he’s a complete moron.
“Suguru.”
Suguru sighs. “I hate when you're right; you know that?”
Gojo perks up knowing that he got through to Suguru; he coos sing-song, “If that were true, you'd hate me all the time.”
Suguru nods, “I do.”
“Oh, shut up." Gojo extends the handle of his umbrella toward Suguru. “Do you want my umbrella?”
“No, it’s fine; I’m already wet,” Suguru says, looking down at his soaked clothes as he wipes any remaining tears away. “What’s a little bit more water?”
“Good luck, Suguru.”
“Thanks Gojo.”
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You walk into your dorm slowly, in a daze-like state. Honestly, you don't even remember walking here; you just remember your fight? confession? argument? — your something with Suguru, and then there's a lapse in your memory, and now you're here.
“Y/N, dude, you're getting water everywhere.“
You sniffle and look down at the puddle that's forming underneath you. “Sorry.”
Shoko tentatively stands up from her bed and cranes her neck down to try and look at your face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
You look up at her with a wobbly smile. “I confessed.”
She looks at you blankly, unsure if she should say something or if you are.
“He asked for space.”
“He likes you, and he asked for space?”
“I didn't tell you that—“
“It's obvious; keep up,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, so he asked for space?”
You nod blankly. “Uh huh.”
“Why?”
You rub your eyes in hopes that not looking at Shoko will make the embarrassment lessen. “I said some things in the heat of the moment, and... and yeah.”
It doesn’t.
She’s strangely unfazed; in fact, if anything, she’s partially annoyed. “Ok, and you’re just going to listen to him?”
“What else am I supposed to do, Shoko?” you ask incredulously, glaring at her with your hands back at your sides.
“Fight for him? He likes you back, and if you said something in the heat of the moment, odds are that him asking for space was also just in the heat of the moment.”
“You weren't there, Shoko. You didn't see how he was looking at me—at how he said it.”
“Y/N,” she says disappointedly, eyes shut and pinching her nose bridge. “He's literally been so upset at you ignoring him these past few days; do you really think he meant it when he asked for space? Even more space?”
You blink at her, your mind gone blank.
“Look, maybe he did, yeah? But maybe he didn't, and you won't know unless you go fight for him.”
“I don't know Shoko,” you mumble skeptically.
She rolls her eyes as she rebuts, "At the very least, you can apologize for what you said.”
“I already did.”
“Again, this time now that your head is… somewhat clearer... Are you really just gonna let him get away like this?”
“…no,” you answer weakly, which isn’t good enough for you or Shoko, who’s looking at you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “No,” you say again, this time with true conviction behind your words—word. “I don't want to let him get away like this. I don't want it to end like this.”
She gestures toward the door with a small, proud smile on her face. “Then go.”
You look back at the door before looking back at her and nodding. “Thank you, Shoko.”
“Uh huh,” she says, starting to walk back toward her bed, “and when you come back, you better not make another puddle.”
“No promises.”
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In an attempt to save whatever dignity you have left, you decide not to run down the halls like a shitty rom-com cliché; instead, you speed walk. Which, in hindsight, is probably even more embarrassing than just full-sending it by running, but you digress. You barely get halfway down the hall when you see Suguru. Both of you make eye contact at the same time, yet neither of you stop making your way toward each other, but you both slow down, carefully walking toward each other like two predators about to attack.
“You're leaving puddles in the hall,” you say quietly now that the two of you have come to a halt right in front of each other.
Suguru nods and looks you up and down. “So are you.”
You both stand there for a moment, just staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. Allowing your presence to speak for itself, but it's awkward—too awkward—and it feels like your knees are gonna give out on you if you stare at him any longer in silence.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came for you." He shakes his head, ignoring his own answer, like his very words aren't the most important thing to you right now. He came for you. “What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve been in your dorm by now.“
“I was—“ your voice grows quiet, “But I was coming for you too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, Suguru. I shouldn’t have said what I said; that was selfish of me. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want space,” he blurts out, hardly acknowledging your apology, which he didn't need in the first place. What he needs is you, and it will always be you.
“You don’t?”
“God no,” he says vehemently. “Space is the last thing I want. I don’t want space from you. I feel like there’s something missing when I’m away from you. How could I ever want space, Y/N?” His voice cracks a little at the end, and it has your heart racing. “I was just mad, and I shouldn’t have said that.”
You have all of these feelings inside you, and you’ve cried enough today to last the rest of your life, so instead you find yourself laughing, and Suguru looks slightly mortified.
“Why are you laughing?”
You laugh some more before trying to catch your breath, and you take a step forward closer toward him as you speak through deep breaths, “I’m just so fucking relieved. I-fuck-I love you, Suguru.”
Suguru closes the space between you two, pulling you into his embrace, and you tuck your face into his shoulder, his cold, damp clothes doing wonders to soothe your now-burning cheeks.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“I think we look stupid standing here soaking wet and hugging...”
“Wanna make ourselves look even stupider by standing here soaking wet and kissing?”
You pull away ever so slightly just to look at him, and he’s staring at you with a smirk, and the longer he waits, the more furious the blush on his cheeks gets, and you can't help but stall your answer even more just for that reason.
“…matter of fact, yes, I do.”
Suguru grins widely but wastes no time connecting your lips together. The kiss is better than you could have ever imagined; it's gentle yet passionate all at once, and it's sloppy because neither of you can fully stop smiling long enough to keep the kisses consistent. And It's everything. He's everything, and you're mad that it even took you this long to realize that in the first place, but at least you don't have to worry about that anymore. Now you just have to worry about the fact that you two will probably end up getting sick from your wet clothes, but that's a problem for after you two stop kissing—if you two ever stop kissing.
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my baby daddies - ep. 2
wyatt cushman x male reader
summary: the scoop on how wide i buss it open for mr cushman xx
notes: hi beautiful ppl, back again! once he go black, he'll be back again. tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen. yes i cop mad chanel and mad given. she did it again, imagine them!!! sorry nicki ate that verse tf UPPP. bout to make these bum bitches mad again, okay lemme stop. I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING W THAT BLACK VERSE XOXO. hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series ("the DILFs' and a surprise one which will become coming soon ) so stay tuned! any requests? ENJOYYYY…
you and wyatt met at one of your first shoots. you were the stylist’s assistant and your boss had tasked you with making sure all the models had their hair, outfits, and makeup all ready for the editorials. you were admired by so many in the industry, icons and the public alike, and even though you didn’t have your own company, it was clear that you were on your way to becoming one of the biggest names in fashion history. you enjoyed getting to know all the models personally, and it made the whole process of getting ready much easier. but one person that always had you flustered was wyatt cushman, who you had become really good friends over the years. you definitely found him attractive, but he was so distracting; the agency called him ‘the menace’ with all the harmless trouble he got the two of you into. years had passed, the two of you remained really close, but it wasn’t until the balenciaga show, that the two of you vocalised the unspoken tension between you two.
you were responsible for all of the outfits for the fashion week at balenciaga, a huge role that olivier rousteing himself appointed you to do. it was a huge success and the press had a field day documenting your achievements. your biggest supporter, wyatt, was there to give you the biggest hug on the runway, garnering an even greater cheer from the crowd. “Y/N, you’re amazing” he said staring intensely in love as he placed his hands on your lower back. the distance between your lips decreased as the two of you shared your first kiss…in front of the entire world. you pulled away; being brought back to reality and how 4.5 million people had witnessed the two of you together, you couldn’t help but laugh, as everyone applauded and jeered at your love. the rest was history.
one thing about wyatt, he is the goofiest mf ever and you love it. he’s always cracking jokes and the life of the party. You feel so safe around him, don’t get it twisted, he’d beat the shit out of anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, but you could handle yourself. flashback to the time where y’all were celebrating your collaboration with vogue: you were dancing the night away with your friends when some guy decided to get a lil too close. the creep groped your ass to which he was served a fat slap across the face. he fell to the ground and the crowd started cheering. wyatt smiled proud that you were able to defend yourself - so proud, that on the way home you took a detour where you guys had the best make out session in the history of rom coms.
the golfer’s wife and the holiday maker:
this man is always travelling and he loves to share those memories with you. other than being his personal photographer, the two of you are able to explore so many different ways of living on your journeys and you dream together of living abroad one day.
On one of your holidays, you had decided to take your boyfriend stargazing “come on wyatt, i don’t wanna miss it” you say gripping his arm as you led him to a quiet space overlooking the ocean. “babe, I’m pretty sure the stars aren’t going anywhere,” he chuckled “and besides, the sky isn’t as pretty as the star right in front of me” he stops and turns to face you. he strokes your cheek, looking down at you with a smile that rivalled romeo’s love for juliet. y’all sat down watching how nature looked so peaceful. he started kissing on your neck, leaving light hickeys to mark you as his. straddling your bf, you deepened the kiss as you felt him grow uncomfortably large in his jeans. you undid his trousers as 8 thick inches of uncut hairy cock made contact with the chill of the night. “you don’t know how much this turns me on, y/n”
you continued sucking on his tip, swirling and drooling all over him as a pool of your spit congealed in his pubes. all the while his hands gripped your roots urging you to take more and more of his cock. you gargled and took him like a champ.
“babe, ughh, I’m bout to, uuhhh shit shit” he came deep down your throat, cleaning your chin with his finger and then poking it in your mouth as he made sure to feed you with every last drop.
you laid down, proud of your efforts to calm him down and your head tucked into cushman’s shoulder, as you began to feel sleepy. your bf noticed this and chuckled to himself, using the blanket he brought to make sure you wouldn’t get cold. “mkay, y/n kinda had a point, this is pretty cool,” he whispered, still riding the high you gave him “but it’s got nothing on him tho, my cute ass bf” wyatt embraced you tighter. the wedding bells were already ringing in his head.
MORE SLUTTY THOUGHTS:
• he deffo has a spit kink. not saying that he’d treat you as worthless scum but, he’d would make sure to slut you out. and you fucking loved it. “you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you” he’d grunt raw dogging your ass as he spat in your face.
• as dominant as he is, he likes to give you your time to shine, always enjoying it when you spell coconut with your hips as you ride his pole. as I’ve mentioned already his smile drives you crazy, and this position has him cheesing the MOST. wyatt just loves to see how much you’re enjoying the experience, and nothing turns him on more than when he can see the pleasure on your face. “fuck babe, you look so sexy riding my dick.”
• this leads on to missionary, nobody fucks harder in this position than this man. he definitely compensates for his soft strokes in doggy and prone bone because of how hard he hits your hole in missionary. He turns primal as well, feeling your chest bounce up every time he’s balls deep, but all in all he’s crazy for how your bodies are so in sync.
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Hello again! I don’t know if youll write angst. And it’s 1000% ok if this isn’t taken. I was recently thinking about Nanami Kento and Y/N getting into a horrible argument. Like, so bad he even sheds a tear or something.
Thank you!
I sat on this for SO LONG because I wanted to do it justice for you HAHAH. I hope you like it cause I really do.
Now Presenting...
Starring Kento Nanami, falling apart.
find pt.2 here!
Nanami wouldn’t believe the two of you were having this argument. Well, actually scratch that, he could believe it, he just didn’t want to. He knew it was coming, he knew from the moment the two of you became official. It was an argument he could never really escape.
“I just miss you Ken,” you sighed, exasperation taking over your entire being like a fog taking over an early fall morning, “I don’t think I’m asking for a lot.”
“I never said you were.” Nanami snapped back with more edge to his voice than he ever intended. Despite all his efforts, work still consumed him. The sorcerers were worn thinner than usual lately, so he was traveling more. A lot more. He wasn’t Gojo, who could just pop up anywhere he wanted to, get shipped out to Africa for a month but still be able to come home in the evenings.
Nanami couldn’t teleport. When he was sent overseas for the month, he was gone for a month. And they had been sending him away for months. Your breaking point was this weekend, when he came home from a 3 month long special grade mission in the states, for all of 5 days before getting assassigned abroad again. He was going to leave Monday, meaning he was home for a total of 7 days. He couldn’t blame you for being upset.
“I don’t understand why it’s always you they always have to send!” you sighed, trying hard not to lose your composure, “I don’t understand why you can’t tell them no, don’t you want to spend time with me?!”
“Of course I want to spend time with you Y/n!” Nanami groaned, not believing what he was hearing, “I love you, but my job is life or death more often than not. If I just decide one day not to go in people die.” Nanami tried to reason with you. He knew you were loving, compassionate. He knew you didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
“That’s not true!” you argued, “They have other sorcerers!” You argued with him, losing your cool.
“Not nearly enough!” He argued back, matching your energy despite himself. “Why are you acting like this now? I didn’t hide my job when we started dating, I made it clear what you were getting into.” Nanami reminded you.
“Because I miss you!” You yelled, tears starting to pearl at the corners of your eyes, “I love you, I want to be around you! I hate it, being home alone on valentines day when you’re continents away from me!”
“So is that what this is about? You’re mad I didn’t take you on a valentine's day date?” Nanami scoffed, his reasoning leaving his body as he went into defense mode.
“No you dunce!” You snapped at the deliberate twist of your words. You knew Nanami knew better. Nanami knew better. “This is about the fact that I’ve barely fucking seen you this year!”
“So what do you want me to do about it?!” Nanami sighed, “I don’t get to pick and choose where they send me. What do you think, that I don't want to be home? Of course I do, but I also have a fucking job to do!” Nanami never cursed, least of all at you. It took both of you by surprise. The two of you had never had a fight like this.
“Oh, you wanna be home?!” You scoffed, scrambling for straws. You never met for this to become a fight, let alone one so huge. “Well you could have had me fooled!” you snapped as the tears finally started to fall.
“Why are you being so selfish right now?! If my job bothers you so much then go!” Nanami finally snapped, his intrusive thoughts getting the better of him and tumbling out. He instantly regretted it as you both stared at each other for a second. The worst part of any fight is the silence. Because it’s not silent. It’s made up of all the things you would say to each other if only you had the nerve.
And this silence was heavy, like carrying a 30 pound soaking wet weighted blanket. He wanted to scream he was sorry and pull you into his arms and take it all back. But his limbs were full of sand and didn’t feel like his own. “Y/n..” He whispered.
“Fine.” You snapped, finally finding the will to move as you grabbed your jacket, “Then I’ll go.”
“Wait, no, Y/n, don’t go!” Nanami begged, trying to grab your wrist as you rushed out the door of your shared apartment. “Y/n, I’m Sor-!” The door slammed in his face.
His heart exploded in fire and glass, his soul left his body and his vision glazed over. This couldn’t be real, no way he fucked up the one good thing he had going for him. For his fucking job for christ sake. He could feel the tears running down his face as he sat on the couch to try and figure out how he got here. He went to check the time on his phone only to be met with a picture of you. He missed you already.
“How the hell are you going to unfuck this one Kento?”
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami x reader#nanami x reader angst#nanami kento angst#hurt no comfort#jjk nanami
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I have such a weakness for hickey’s and bite marks on the inner thighs so I’m doing a SoapGhost for it 😂
Cause I had a brief thought that Soap likes to wear shorts to the gym on base or when he’s going for a run around or whatever and they’re old things. Worn and tattered at the edges but wildly comfortable and still covering enough of him that’s he’s at least decent.
Like are they a little short? Yeah. Do they still cover his ass and junk? Just enough so he doesn’t flash anyone when he squats or anything.
So one day, after a night with Ghost he goes to the gym the next morning, getting dressed and kissing a still sleeping Simon good bye before taking off, not even looking at himself because why should he have to?
But on the way there he’s getting some strange looks from other people who happen to be early risers and he can’t fathom why. He shrugs it off, does some of his workouts, gets a good sweat going y’know.
But then he goes to do some deadlifts by the mirrors (Ghost always says his form is off so he’s trying to rectify it) and almost passes tf out at the sight that greets him.
Somehow, between the beginning of his relationship with Ghost and now, he forgot how much Ghost loved to bite and mark.
His inner thighs are covered with bruises and bites with very clear teeth indents and his neck isn’t faring any better. Soap’s blushing up to his ears and desperately wants to go back to the room and hide forever.
But at the same time he’s almost done with his workout and he refuses to miss it just because of some marks. So Soap toughs it out, still blushing up to his ears but finishing off the last of it.
Then he’s running back to his room, not even bothering with the communal showers because lord forbid he project his relationship any louder than he already has.
When he bursts in Simon’s up already, coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair and shooting him a questioning look. The man flicks his eyes over Soap for a second before a sharp and rather predatory smirk is taking over his features.
He knows then that Simon had planned for that to happen, probably even hoped that Soap would forget about them and go about his usual business. And fuck it all Soap can’t even be entirely mad about it.
Embarrassed for sure but not mad and Ghost is too busy looking like the cat who caught the canary to pay Soap’s glare any mind. It’s hard to stay embarrassed when Ghost looks so proud of himself.
#random fic prompt#fic prompt#call of duty modern warfare#ghost x soap#ghostsoap#soapghost#cod#fuck off haters#i’m looking at you die hard cod players#possessive ghost#hickey’s#ghost loves his marks#soap’s a gym rat#soap’s got an ass#baby girl soap#ghost making claims
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The Sound of Nightmares unofficial transcript
(Sadly @queen0fm0nsterz wasn't able to work on this one, but is still important to credit bc I say so)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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[Click]
[Thunderstorm in the background]
OTTO: The guardian at the threshold. An archetype that parapsychologists have obsessed over for centuries. A mythic entity who’s appeared in the stories of innumerable cultures. No matter their description, his role is always the same: to confront anyone who dares cross into unseen worlds.
OTTO: In our last session, he spoke to her, or– through her. Even when I listen to the tape I can’t be certain what I’m hearing. Still, I’ve repeated his words like a sickness ever since. It went like this.
[Shifting]
OTTO: “Cross the sill. Sink in a twinkling. Cast aside the old sleep, to sleep again anew.”
[Otto puts the paper down]
OTTO: The Candleman, the Ferryman– indeed, the Guardian at the Threshold. An idolon on the inside, determined to [Hitting the table] Keep. Me. Out.
[Tape rewinding]
[Intro plays]
[Click]
[Shifting, electric humming, Otto putting something together]
OTTO: Noone was right after all. [Slow beeping starts] I noticed something off, while reviewing the E.E.G, and reluctantly, sent her up to radiology. At first I doubted the validity of the results, but the technician assured- curtly- that Noone’s scan undeniably shows… a pea-sized tumor, on the right-sided amygdala.
[clatter, humming continues]
OTTO: They maintain it’s benign, [click, more humming] despite the unusual ocular appearance.
[repeated clicking, Otto keeps building]
OTTO: This calls everything into question. The mass’s location could impact fear response, emotional salience, and damningly, dreams. And yet… I cannot deny all the evidence to the contrary.
[Lower click, Otto stops building]
OTTO: I’ve… pondered the ethics of informing Noone. She’s already so scared of her body that it would only send her spiraling. I can’t risk anything jeopardizing a revelation that might lead to Cici.
[Shift]
OTTO: From here on, anyone listening will think me mad. But, the proof is in the pudding! Noone’s… vanishings; her transpersonal states; they’re undeniable evidence of a realm- beyond our senses. It’s always been on the periphery, but now I know… it’s accessible. And she possesses the means to enter that domain.
[Papers rustling on the desk]
OTTO: My professor’s paper posits thus: “There are two requisites for entering the quiddity of consciousness. First, a gateway; places hidden amid our world. Second, a means to open these doors. And I assert that keys are primarily cut out of fear.”
[Otto places the paper down and lifts the device he was building. Humming becomes more clear, Otto sighs.]
OTTO: Either I lack his erudition, or his mania. My only hope lies in completing my labours. [Sigh, shifting on desk] I’ve not slept in weeks, [another sigh] and if I cannot dream as she does, I’ll never know how to enter- this… Nowhere.
[Click, audio cuts]
[Audio starts]
[Thunder in the background]
OTTO: [in the background] An ugly autumn night, isn’t it Noone? Swirling mist, they called it on the broadcast. A weather phenomenon unique to the Counties- a downpour’s not far off. But- a gift, may brighten the mood.
[Otto gets closer to the recorder]
OTTO: Here.
[Otto slides something over to Noone]
NOONE: O-oh. It’s nearly the same. Red, too.
OTTO: A chrysanthemum, like your parents left you all those weeks ago! An apology, a- a reminder that I remain as committed to you as I did then.
NOONE: Pretty.
OTTO: It’s a perennial, so it’ll blossom year after year, just like you!
[Shifting as they both sit down]
NOONE: I think, I’m ready now. To talk about… m-my Mum and Dad.
OTTO: (surprised) Oh. And why now? What’s changed?
NOONE: Because… I feel like I’m beginning to forget. And maybe talking will help me remember.
OTTO: Because you’ve been away so long, or you literally feel you’re losing your memory?
NOONE: Um… more like I’m losing a part of me. I can’t tell, am I the girl here, or- the one there?
OTTO: (slightly amused) They’re one in the same. Given all you’ve told me, they must be. It’s not you that’s different, but the physical space around that y-
NOONE: I said I want to talk about my mum and dad! When most kids have nightmares, or- whatever these are, they go to their parents to feel better. Here, I relive them again and again. And it’s all you want to talk about, because you think you can find Cici! Through me!
OTTO: Noone. The only way to find answers is to discover where you go when you sleep. Talking about your parents would be wasting the hours!
NOONE: Aren’t these sessions supposed to be about me?!
OTTO: Always.
NOONE: But I have no say. No control. Over how I feel, or- what I do, I don’t even belong to myself!
[Pause]
NOONE: I’ll do as you ask, but promise me. (Quiet) No wires hooked into my head. No machines. Not tonight.
OTTO: No machines, promise. [Getting up] I think you’ll enjoy what I’ve got planned.
[Audio cuts]
[Door opens]
OTTO: This bed was for shiftwork*. Now I sleep here more days than not.
NOONE: Oh. Pretty.
[Door closes]
[Steps on carpet, recorder set down]
OTTO: I’d like to try a sort of role-reversal. [Creak] I’ll lie here, blindfolded, depriving my senses, to enter a self-induced hypnogogia, so I can focus on your words. You’ll recount your latest visit, and I want you to try as hard as you can, to project your dream into my head.
NOONE: I don’t think it can work, but… I’ll try.
[Creak, shifting as Otto lays down]
NOONE: That girl. In the photo there. That’s her, your daughter.
OTTO: My sister.
NOONE: O-Oh. You don’t look much alike.
[Otto getting prepared]
OTTO: [Exhale] I’m- I-I’m settled. Blindfold on… Carry me away with you, Noone.
NOONE, narrating: …I couldn’t see anything-
OTTO: S-Slow down. This is vital. Speak, as if you’re trying to pull me in.
NOONE: …
NOONE, narrating: I floated through a darkness, with nothing at my feet. Then it all faded and, I was somewhere new.
NOONE: An underground brick tunnel, with a stream of… thick sludge passing through a canal at its center.
NOONE: I can still hear it. Jangling keys. [Dream ambience starts] Screaking metal. Do you hear, Otto?
OTTO: I… I can’t. But keep trying.
NOONE: It came from… a kid in the distance, struggling to shut a ground-iron door. The last thing I heard before the slamming shut was… laughter. [Echoey laughter, faint slam]
[Running water]
NOONE: Sludge poured in from the pipes that ran along the tunnel walls. I had no choice but to follow the stream and, so I did until I reached a section [Distant kids chatting] where I saw storm drains above.
[Dripping water, kids sound more intense]
NOONE: Looking up through one, I saw a boy’s dirty boots, and orange light shining, from a lantern on his waist. We locked eyes and he called out,
BOY, overlapping with NOONE: “Look! Critters already!”
[Children laughing]
NOONE: Lights then shone down from… every drain above. Other boys and girls wanting to peek at me.
[Children laughing, Dream!Noone quietly starting to breathe hard]
NOONE: Very suddenly, [laughter dies down] they went quiet. [Kids start whispering] I didn’t know why, until… I heard it. A rumbling through the tunnels.
[Kids whisper things like “It’s here!” “It’s finally here!”]
NOONE: They whispered together. “It’s here! Finally here!”
[Whispering dies down, rumbling]
NOONE: Do you feel what I felt, Otto?
OTTO: They’d… been waiting. For you.
NOONE: …Not exactly. Their joy, their bratty excitement… they’d- gathered for an event, and it had finally come. Like a holiday, that only arrives once per year.
NOONE: Running from their celebration, I turned down a tunnel, [wet footsteps] going until, I came to a junction. Overwhelmed by how many options surrounded me, I closed my eyes. Listening.
[Running water, squeaky metal detector sounds]
NOONE: The sound… came from the path to my left. [Faint electronic buzzing] I waited, watching from a distance, as someone crossed [squeaking] by the dark tunnel mouth.
NOONE: He carried… a strange gadget. And every now and again, its buzz, turned to some- beeping. Detecting secrets, in the waters.
[Metal detector squeaking]
NOONE: I hardly noticed the rest of him. But, I got a look before he crossed out of view. He carried a heavy sack, over his shoulder. And things squirmed inside. But, he was gone as quick as he’d appeared!
[Metal detector gets quieter, Dream!Noone’s wet steps]
NOONE: The sludge was… rising quickly [Dream!Noone: Ugh!], up to my ankles, and- the stink became so awful, Otto! I-Imagine it, waste filling your nose.
[Wet steps continue]
NOONE: Then, across from me, a small pipe became blocked, stopping the sewage. A grey mass poked through [Nome chittering], jammed in tight, wiggling to get loose. But… not until it fell into the sludge [plop], did I realize this… tiny… [chittering] thing… was alive! It picked itself up and- swayed about, curious of my company.
[Wet steps combined with Nome sounds. Nome makes noises through the next paragraph]
NOONE: The head was… was shaped like- those cone mushrooms, that grow out in Haitfield**. I inched closer to the little mushroom fairy, and… it began mimicking me! As if we’d been old friends!
OTTO: (distant) A friendly presence… the first non-hostile being you’ve met that wasn’t another child.
NOONE: Yes! He belonged there. In that world. Part of it rather than… a stranger, like me.
NOONE: Is… is it working, Otto? Can you see its little mushroom head?
OTTO: I think so. Maybe. Keep going.
NOONE: [mimicking a deep voice] Yes. Drift away, Otto. Drift away…
[Wet steps, Nome noises]
NOONE: A crooked net lowered down from a drain grate above. While I ducked to cover, the mushroom fairy didn’t. I tried to point upward but, it simply copied my gesture! There was a girl [little girl giggling] giggling with- ugly delight, sticking her whole arm through the grate, hoping to capture the poor thing! So I grabbed a loose brick, [lifting brick] and threw it at her! [Dream!Noone: Hup!]
NOONE: Hitting her arm [girl wailing] she cried out, while I picked up the mushroom fairy, [running through sludge] and ran off.
[Dream!Noone panting, running]
NOONE: After we were well clear, I put the creature down. [Nome chatters] It immediately walked off! Then, looked back, suggesting I follow.
NOONE: [walking] That little body clicked, jittery and… ungraceful. Somehow the thing seemed to know where it was taking me, stopping only once we came to a rusty door [metal creaking], leading to a maintenance room.
NOONE: Entering though, I discovered something else entirely. [Squeaky door opening, Dream!Noone gasps and whispers “Wow”] Endless piles spread about the room, some of pure junk while… others housed gold jewelry! As long as it could be collected, there was a place for it here. [Dream!Noone walking through the room] Mesmerizing.
[Walking]
NOONE: Only after examining a mound of keys [key jingling] did I understand, where this stuff came from. Everything in this room, had been dropped down from the world above over the years. [Nome noise(?)] The only thing out of place, was a child’s propeller cap. On a chair, tucked away, forgotten. [Nome chitter] I think that’s what the mushroom fairy wanted me to see.
NOONE: [Nome perks up] As if on cue, I heard the man approaching; the little creature hid in a pile of mismatched mittens, and I jammed my way in too. [Running, fabric shuffling, metal door opens and electric buzz + squeaking starts]
NOONE: I peered out, as he stepped through the door and began dumping out his… pockets. [Faint clattering of various things] Coins, rings, trinkets… [Clattering stops] Next, he took off his plastic suit, covered in- gunk. Beneath, was a bony body, his spine bent horribly. What I thought had been a sack carried over his shoulder… was the back of his head. Like a balloon full of water, throbbing and- swollen.
NOONE: But I could tell he was not always that way. He’d changed. Somehow become one… with the sewers.
OTTO: (more distant) I don’t understand. You believe this place transformed him?
NOONE: Aren’t you meant to be drifting into hypergocklia, or whatever? Seeing, smelling, hearing as I did?
OTTO: I can’t seem… to let go. I want to, more than anything I-
NOONE: [Imitating Otto] Try! That’s what you always tell me. If I’m trying my hardest, you have to as well.
NOONE, narrating: From the corner of my eye, I noticed the little cone sneaking away. The balloon-headed man was inches away, and in that moment, I thought of Jester. Of the Child with Gooey Hair. Of Rusty. I couldn’t do nothing, not again!
NOONE: Thankfully, [rumbling, clattering] that rumbling from earlier returned in that moment, stronger than before!
[Sewer Man notices and panics]
NOONE: The shaking destroyed the man’s piles, startling him into… an odd anger, so… I stumbled out from hiding, [Running] and bolted for my mushroom fairy, [Nome] and out the door! [Metal creak, Sewer Man notices]
NOONE: I ran and ran, and, [Dream!Noone running and panting] although the man, he wasn’t very fast, that didn’t matter. [Buzzing & squeaking] He had his gadget, and, that buzz followed wherever I went!
[Dream!Noone wading through water]
NOONE: Any sense of direction washed away with- the sludge that was now up to my knees! [Dream!Noone running & panting] Turning down tunnel after tunnel, I stopped, [ambience calms down, squeaking] hoping I’d lost him.
NOONE: All at once, those lanterns shone from above [clicks]. The naughty kids had spotted us! [Kids start singing a teasing song] Wildly they sang, “Snatch a gift! Snatch a gift! Before they’re all sent adrift!”
[Kids continue singing and start clapping along, ambience picks up]
NOONE: Their cheers grew and, [squeak, Dream!Noone gasps] and I saw why. [Electric buzzing] A bag-headed shadow appeared at the tunnel’s far end. Cutting me off. The man and his machine used the tunnels as if- as if the sewers had leaked into his thoughts!
[Dream!Noone breathing hard, splashing water]
NOONE: I tried to backtrack, but, must have taken a wrong turn, and found myself at a dead end. A wall of bricks! [Nome struggles] The mushroom fairy squirmed hard, begging to be freed! So… [plop] I let go, and the grey cone climbed up a pile of fallen rubble, and slipped through a crack, without hesitation, to abandon me! (Sad) Despite saving its life.
[Water leaking]
NOONE: The crack the fairy squeezed through began spouting water from the other side. [Squeaking and buzzing start up again] I pulled at the bricks as the man stepped closer [Sewer Man gets closer, bricks shifting], one brick loose, then another. His gadget buzzed and buzzed, when I ripped a final brick loose, [Sewer Man sees Noone] leaving a hole large enough to creep through.
[Sewer Man yells and hits the wall, buzzing and squeaking get farther away]
NOONE: He bated at the wall, grabbing at me, but, I was too far gone. His small, milky eye peeked through at me, until the walls rumbled, more fiercely than ever! The man backed away, overcome with horror.
[Sewer Man yells, echoey kids’ cheers in the background]
NOONE: The rumbling didn’t stop after that. And neither did the kids cheering from above. [Ambience rising] Whatever they had waited for…
[All ambience stops]
NOONE: It was time.
[Wind/thunder in the background, back in the office]
NOONE: Otto, you’re awake! [Otto startles]
OTTO: Yes, Noone. I’m trying, so hard, to see, to feel- to sense what you did, but I can’t. I don’t have the gift you have, and your gifts are not as commanding as I hoped they’d-
NOONE: (Upset/frustrated) I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat! I wish I could give you everything in my head, then I’d be rid of all of this.
[pause]
NOONE: Shall I go on?
OTTO: Yes.
NOONE, narrating: …It felt as if someone had picked up the sewer, shaking it with rage. Water crashed against the walls. I stumbled on and on, the tunnel growing wider and wider… A second smaller sound appeared; [distant nome chitters] clicks, and murmurs. Then, [nomes getting louder] out of the darkness ahead, they appeared, [many nomes running] scurrying so fast I couldn’t react! A hundred little mushroom fairies, rushing past me in a panic, escaping something close behind!
[Distant kids teasing]
NOONE: It wasn’t long before that something came. [Rushing water, kids cheering] speeding like [Dream!Noone gasps] a pack of horses tangled together, a tidal wave pounded through the sewer!
[Dream!Noone yelps, wave approaches]
NOONE: The wave was feet away when, [Wave is extremely close, ambience pauses minus the kids cheering] I finally understood. For the kids above, this was a blast. They waited and waited, unable to experience the wave’s power themselves, and that made them love it all the more. Snatching things that run from its path was part of their awful celebration.
[Waves crashes down on Dream!Noone]
NOONE: The violent wave hit, sweeping me away, carrying me back through the maze of tunnels. I swam up and up, doing my best to surface, and just as I did,
[Splash, music suddenly calms. Dream!Noone gasping for air]
NOONE: The waves paused. My body no longer needed to swim. And the Candleman appeared, floating… on some kind of… broken door.
OTTO: (distant, serious) Go through your encounter diligently. He holds the answers I- we need. Make no mistake: he is your tormentor.
NOONE: (darkly) ‘m not sure that’s true.
NOONE, narrating: This time, I was able to speak in his presence.
Overlapping with Dream!Noone: “Why do you bring me here? What do you want?!”
NOONE: He replied,
FERRYMAN, ov. with NOONE: “Cross the sill. Sink in a twinkling. Cast aside the old sleep, to sleep again anew.”
NOONE: I yelled back (dream!Noone) “Why?! Why should I?!!” Before I finished he said,
FERRYMAN: “Blight. Not within, but without. Here, all banes be set free.”
OTTO: More riddles. He doesn’t think I can solve them, but I will-
NOONE: I already did. I think… he means by giving myself to his world, I won’t be ill any longer. That’s why… when I’m there, no more headaches. No more parasites. No more tests.
OTTO: That’s not true, it’s not!
NOONE: [interrupting] I would almost prefer him to take me.
OTTO: [Standing up] Don’t say that!
NOONE: Away from here. From yo–
OTTO: It’s what he wants!
NOONE: Maybe–
OTTO: He wants you!
NOONE: (yelling) Maybe your Cici felt that way too! Relieved!
OTTO: [Angry shock, deep breaths]
[Walking, door opens]
OTTO: (whispering) No… (mumbling) I was only a boy…
[Wind picks up slightly in the background]
[Door creaks, click, audio cuts]
[Click, tape rewinding, click]
[Audio starts, storm continues in the background]
[Papers shifting. Door opens]
OTTO: We’re done tonight. Get out. To your room, go.
[Papers rustling]
NOONE: (accusatory) What’s this?
OTTO: Nosing through my desk, were you?
NOONE: My name’s on it. It’s my scan, yes?
OTTO: Smart girl.
NOONE: Wh… what does it tell?
OTTO: That you’ve got a mass. Growing on your brain- a tumor.
NOONE: I knew it. The cure. …How bad is-
OTTO: A mass in your brain is never good.
[Faint thunder]
NOONE: (about to cry) You should have told me. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?
OTTO: It’s not my practice to tell before necessary. Now, get. To. Bed.
NOONE: …Fine. [Sniff]
[Storm continues]
NOONE, narrating: But after the Candleman spoke, the wave carried me by the maintenance room again. The Bag-Headed man looked through a window, terrified. He was– opposite to those kids above. Living down there, he– he’d no reason to celebrate the wave. Instead… he cherished what they dropped down by accident.
NOONE: You see… each wanted what the other had. But could never have themselves.
NOONE: I’m taking two sweets tonight. [Ceramic chime, wrappers]
OTTO: Take as many as you want and leave.
[Ceramic click, audio cuts]
[Audio starts]
[The storm is louder now]
OTTO: [Sigh]...
OTTO: Perhaps I was cruel to tell her. But as she sleeps, I’ve been pondering the entry requisites specified by my professor. I believe he was only partly right. One need only to look at the theater of agony that the Ferryman’s created to understand fear, is an essential requirement. [threatening ambience starts] And I know better than anyone, a little fear can compel us towards discovery.
OTTO: As for the gateway’s location, perhaps it’s not a place hidden in our world, but in our minds. Is it not possible that her tumor is somehow this unknown gateway? An organ of transcendence.
OTTO: The apparatus may be unfinished, but its [unintelligible]*** monitor is functional. If she’s to cross over, in a “twinkling”, what choice do I have? In her words, you must try.
[Click, audio cuts]
[Audio starts. A machine is running and Otto is typing something.]
OTTO: She hardly stirred at all while I pathed the BCI.
[Beep, Otto stops typing. Something whirrs]
OTTO: All seems stable. As soon as her dreaming begins, the monitor should translate neurosignals into visualizations.
NOONE: (half-asleep) Otto…
OTTO: Shhh, shsh…
NOONE: [Mumbling, starting to become distressed]
OTTO: Shhh. Return to that sleep of yours.
[Audio cuts]
[Audio starts. Machine is still going, storm is outside]
OTTO: It’s past midnight. She fought as long as she could, but finally succumbed. This is it. Show me, Noone. Show me the other side.
[Noone mumbles, monitor turns on]
OTTO: Here we are. The image… a… kaleidoscope of black…
[Noone winces]
OTTO: An unnatural abyss…
[Noone winces repeatedly]
OTTO: Wait- a shape. It’s difficult to see… [Noone] like looking through a negative mist.
[Noone continues making noises of distress. Otto spots something]
OTTO: There! A silhouette! Ovular, splitting across the center–
[Static rises and Otto yells in pain. Ambience is loud]
OTTO: [Strained] It– it glares like the sun– [choking] No! A pupil! Near white! Oh god, it’s– it’s watching me! It’s watching me!
[Noone nearly yells in her sleep]
[Whoosh, Otto yells, machine shuts off. Audio is muddled for a moment.]
OTTO: (very muffled) [Breathing heavily] Noone? [Gasp] Noone!
[Crashing, audio cuts]
[Outro plays]
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*I'm not super sure of what he says here since the door drowns him out
**I don't know how this is spelled
***According to text-to-speech, google, and autocorrect, what he says here is not a real word and I have no idea what it could be. All I know is that it ends in -graph.
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For '100 ways to say i love you' prompt can I get Steddie -72. 'I'll meet you halfway' something healing, some gentleness with a bit of angst/hurt/comfort?
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omg i got totally sucked into the idea i had for this one and just kept writing and writing so it is like. way past "ficlet" territory but i'm not even mad lfdgsdf.
anyways, i hope this fits the bill! and i hope you like it!
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72. "I'll meet you halfway"
When Eddie had gotten dragged headfirst into this alternate hellscape dimension, DnD monsters-come-to-life nightmare shitshow, no one told him that by the end of it he’d be offering himself up as bat bait to do his part in putting an end to it all.
No one told him that he’d wind up mangled and shredded and torn apart, but still, somehow, alive.
No one told him that he’d be bedridden for months afterwards, as his body stitched itself back together. That some days would be painful at best, while others would be downright excruciating. That he’d barely be able to walk at first, or bathe himself, or even eat on his own.
No one told him that healing would be the most grueling part of it all.
But those were all things that Eddie could get over. Things that, with time, he could forgive. After all, it’s not like anyone had known that that’s how it was going to play out.
What Eddie could not forgive, however, was the fact that no one, not one single member of their rather large, rather extensive party — who had all been through this multiple times by now and therefore had the knowledge — had told him just how much Steve god damn Harrington loved to play Florence fucking Nightingale in the aftermath.
Because not only had Steve been the first to open his home to Eddie as a safe, nondescript place for him to lie low until his name had been cleared, but he’d also offered to take care of him too.
To help him change his bandages twice a day, to provide meals — delicious, home cooked meals. To make sure Eddie was staying in bed and off of his feet and was taking his medications as prescribed.
At first it was nice. It was kind. Eddie was appreciative of the help, albeit a bit embarrassed by some of the things he did need help with. But Steve hadn’t commented on it, hadn’t questioned any of it either. He’d just been there, a steady rock for Eddie to rely upon.
It’s been close to two months now, and Eddie is by no means completely healed — hell, he’s still got the stitches in his side and the limp in his walk to prove it — but his strength is already leagues better than it was at the start, and the good days are just starting to outnumber the bad ones. Walking is easier, is something he can actually do now, and he can finally move his arms enough to clean his body in the shower. He still needs help with his hair, can’t quite reach that high yet, but he likes to think that won’t be the case for much longer.
Point is, he’s making progress. Things are looking up.
Except, Steve doesn’t seem to be getting that memo.
The first thing he does when Eddie ambles out of the guest bedroom this morning is offer to make something for breakfast. Steve frames it like he’s already about to make himself some eggs to eat, so it’s no bother if Eddie wants some too, but Eddie knows that that isn’t true; as much as Steve loves breakfast food, he’s not a morning person unless he has to be. And he doesn’t have to be today.
Here he is anyway, though. Wide awake and ready to cook.
(It’s the first strike.)
It’s not what Eddie wants. He wants to do it himself. He can do it himself. He doesn’t need Steve’s help to get something to eat.
“I’m not in the mood for eggs,” Eddie tells him instead. “I’m just going to get some cereal.”
“Yeah, sure, okay,” Steve relents. He doesn’t argue, and Eddie’s about to count that as a win.
But after Steve sets the pan down, instead of moving towards the fridge to fetch the eggs for himself, he rises onto his toes and stretches up towards the cupboard above the stove — the one he keeps the bowls in.
Eddie watches as Steve pulls out two ceramic bowls, one for Eddie and one for himself (which only proves that he never really intended to make himself eggs in the first place, if he’s giving up so easily on them).
When he holds out the bowl for Eddie to take, it sets his teeth on edge.
Eddie takes the bowl, rougher than necessary, but Steve doesn’t even bat an eye. He just continues on his mission, taking the milk from the fridge before tucking it under his arm as he digs through the pantry for not one, not two, but all three brands of cereal he owns. Steve brings them all to the kitchen island and sets them down in front of Eddie — as if he couldn’t walk the four steps it would take to cross the kitchen and pick the kind he wanted himself. As if that would’ve taken so much out of a cripple like him.
(That’s strike two.)
Irritation simmers beneath Eddie’s skin as he fixes his bowl of cereal. He has to bite his tongue to keep from making some nasty remark about his surprise that Steve didn’t just pour the bowl for him and maybe even spoon feed him too.
He takes the seat at the very end of the island, the furthest one away from Steve, and he keeps his head down as he eats his Honeycomb, silently and aggressively.
It’s after he finishes his breakfast that the third and final strike of the morning comes along and pushes Eddie right over the edge.
He stands up too quick. That’s all it is. He stands up too quick and the stitches in his side pull, sending a sharp twinge of pain down his torso and into his legs. He sways on his feet, wincing, but he catches himself — because he’s strong enough to do that now.
Only, that doesn’t stop Steve from swooping in.
He’s across the kitchen and at Eddie’s side in an instant, one hand curling around his waist while the other tugs Eddie’s arm around his shoulders, acting as a support that Eddie doesn’t need.
“I’m fine,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, trying to duck out from under Steve’s arm.
He doesn’t let him though.
“Eddie, come on, you’re—”
(And that’s strike three.)
“Jesus christ,” Eddie bursts, throwing his left elbow out to knock Steve’s arm away from his waist. He shakes out his right hand too until Steve’s grip loosens and he can yank himself free.
It hurts, to jerk away that harshly, but Eddie ignores the fresh spikes of pain that accompany the sharp movements. The need to get away overpowers the need to not hurt right now.
He just can’t take another second of Steve’s coddling.
“Stop. Stop! You have to stop!” Eddie shouts, gripping onto the edge of the island to steady himself.
Steve, through all his concern, looks completely taken aback. Like he didn’t see any of this coming. “What?” He asks, bewildered. “What the hell man? I’m just trying to help!”
Eddie lets out a frustrated growl and squeezes his hand into a fist at his side. His nails bite into his palm, but he doesn’t care. It’s a nice redirection of pain, if anything. Of anger, too.
“I don’t need your help,” he snaps back.
Steve bristles at the harshness of his tone, his own hackles rising. “No, you don’t want it — that’s different.”
“No, Steve,” Eddie counters again. “I don’t need it. Not with every little god damn thing. I mean, jesus christ, you’re treating me like I’m a… a fucking— porcelain doll or something! Like I’m going to break if I… if I… if I try to walk to the bathroom on my own or try to make myself breakfast or,” he laughs bitterly, gestures at the stool, “god forbid, if I stand up too fast! I’m not an invalid!”
Steve winces, then sighs, and it’s like what little fight he’d had to begin with drains right out. “I know I’m being a lot,” he starts, and Eddie wants to laugh again, wants to shout ‘you think?’ in his face. He doesn’t. Keeps his mouth closed and lets Steve finish.
“But, jesus, Eddie, you didn’t see yourself. Those bats,” he shudders, “they made a fucking feast out of you. You were— your heart stopped. You died.”
Steve scrubs a hand over his face, leaning all of his weight back against the edge of the sink, like he can’t carry it anymore. When he drops his hands, he looks haggard under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. “I had to administer CPR,” he says.
Eddie’s breath catches. He didn’t know that part. He doesn’t know a lot of what happened that night, if he’s being honest. Most of it is one big blur in his brain. Eddie remembers the concert with Dustin, remembers the bats and the trailer vents, remembers sending Dustin up that rope, but everything after he cut it… the memories are like grains of sand slipping through his fingers.
He didn’t know.
Steve takes a couple seconds to appraise Eddie then, to search him for… for something.
“We— I fought to get you back, Eddie,” he says, with feeling, “and I’m going to fight to keep you here. I’m not going to let you flounder.”
Eddie swallows, lets the fist at his side dissolve as the last of his defensiveness leaks out of him. The knot in his shoulders loosens, and the flame that had been licking at his insides, firing him up, fizzles out until it’s nothing but fading embers. He takes a step towards Steve, hesitating. Then another and another and another until he’s by his side.
“Steve,” he says, lifting his hand to touch, but he stops himself before he can. “I’m— I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done, I really am.” Eddie pauses then, and Steve finally looks up to meet his eyes. “But that’s the thing. I’m not like that anymore. I’m not— fragile. I’m not going to break. I’m getting better every day — thanks to you! — but that means I can do things on my own now.”
Steve’s eyes drop again, and some of his hair, soft and productless, flops down over his brow. “You don’t need to,” he argues weakly, and there’s that word again. Need.
“Yeah, but I want to,” Eddie replies, and he doesn’t miss a beat as he continues on. “And that doesn’t mean I don’t still want you around. I— I do,” he says, and it feels like a confession. He tries not to think too hard about that. “I just… don’t need you to take care of me anymore.”
“But what if that’s what I want?” Steve asks. “What if I want to take care of you?”
It feels like something bigger, when Steve says it. Like maybe he isn’t just talking about this, the aftermath. Like maybe… maybe he’s talking about more.
And that’s the kicker. The thing that Eddie doesn’t get. Steve went through so much to save him. To rehabilitate him. And he still wants to do more. Eddie doesn’t understand why. Steve barely knew him before. He still barely knows him now. He doesn’t owe Eddie anything.
“Why?” Eddie asks, unable to stifle the curiosity.
Steve smiles then, this wispy ghost of a thing, but it’s there. Eddie sees it. It pulls at his cheeks and softens his eyes.
Steve shrugs, scuffs the bottom of his socked foot against the linoleum. “Because I like you,” he says, and Eddie’s heart flops traitorously in his chest. “Because I want you around too. Because taking care of people is what… it’s what family does. And like it or not, you’re part of this family now.” He says it firmly, like Eddie has no choice in the matter.
Edide doesn’t want a choice.
He’s never been… never been part of a family before. Not one like this. One so full of loyalty, and devotion, and love.
Eddie doesn’t know what to say back, doesn’t know if he’d be able to say anything even if he did know what, with the thickness of his throat and the burning around his eyes that tells him he’s close to tears.
So he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes that last teeny tiny step into Steve’s space, and he hugs him.
It catches Steve off guard but only for a second before his arms curl back around Eddie. They hover, though, like he’s afraid of hurting him.
For once, that makes Eddie smile. “I’m not going to break,” he whispers into Steve’s ear, tightening his own hold on Steve.
Steve chuckles softly, but he finally finally settles his arms properly around Eddie — safe, warm, tight — and lets himself melt into the hug.
Eddie buries his face into Steve’s neck, feels the way Steve presses back into his hair. He holds on tight, drinks in his fill; he doesn’t want it to end.
When they break apart a few long seconds later, they don’t go very far. Steve’s arm stays wound around Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie keeps one of his tucked around Steve’s back.
“I have a proposal,” Steve announces, glancing over at Eddie.
Eddie lifts an eyebrow.
“I propose… a compromise,” Steve says. “How does this sound: I’ll meet you halfway in all of this.” He brings his hand to his chest. “I’ll still help you with your bandages. I’ll remind you about your meds. I’ll keep washing your hair until you can do it yourself. But I’ll lay off the rest.”
Steve moves his hand to Eddie’s chest now, poking a finger right to the center. “You get to walk to the bathroom alone, you get to make yourself breakfast, and if you’re falling I’ll only catch you if you want me to.”
A little late for that one, Eddie thinks to himself offhandedly.
“But,” Steve continues, still in that purposeful tone, “you have to promise me that if you do need help, you’ll ask for it, okay?”
Eddie smiles. Nods. “Okay,” he says. “I can do that.”
“Good,” Steve says firmly, and he holds up his pinky.
It makes Eddie want to giggle of all things. A pinky promise. Like they’re god damn children. Except, he knows how seriously Steve takes pinky promises. Knows that they mean more to him than any other kind of promise.
Eddie feels sort of special, getting to have one with Steve.
He sticks out his own pinky, only just before Steve can lock them together, he curls his back in.
“You too, though,” Eddie adds, seriously. “You’re allowed to ask for help too, y’know. Just because my bites are worse doesn’t mean yours aren’t bad too. This goes both ways, Harrington.”
Steve nods. “Deal,” he says.
“Deal,” Eddie echoes.
They lock their pinkies.
Things are going to be okay.
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too little too late
word count: 687
genre/theme: angst, mixed signals
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“You’re here and then suddenly you’re gone. I don’t understand you sometimes!” She doesn’t sound mad but he isn’t sure if that was a good thing. His heart is racing and he can feel himself itching to scream.
He doesn’t like hearing raised voices, which he is sure she knows. But she sounds more exhausted than angry and he is trying to push aside his thoughts to try and help her.
“I’m sorr-”
“No!” She turns to him and her face speaks as if she doesn’t understand what he doesn’t see. She sits across from him and he searches her eyes for answers.
“I don’t want you to apologize. I want you to answer me.” She says but her voice is shaking and he knows she’s on the verge.
“Do you want this?”
He first met her at a party. They danced together that night and he immediately fell for her. But she was from someplace else and he couldn’t leave his own at that time. They keep in touch and meet when she’s in town. She stayed over once and had dinner with his family. Most times, he feels that she is his reason. When he’s with her, he doesn’t feel trapped in his room, chasing the dream no one else but she believes in.
“Am I worth it to you?” She asks with her eyes and as much as he wants to answer, he can’t bring himself to do so. He looks away and moments later, he hears sniffles.
“I can’t stay around here, waiting for someone who doesn’t know if they want me,” She says and he clenches his gathered fists. He has to say something now or he will lose her forever.
He turns back as he breathes out her name, lungs gasping for air as he builds the courage he needs to speak. His tears are hot against his cheeks as he blurts the words out.
“Please don’t leave.” She looks at him, confusion clear on her face.
“I know,” He fully faces her now, voice quivering as the words make their way up his throat, scratching and inching towards his lips.
“I know I am an asshole for making you confused but I promise you. This,” He gestures to the space between them, the small gap he wants to close badly.
“This thing we have is worth it.” He whispers, hoping she sees reason.
She calls his name as if she’s about to speak but he cuts her right off.
“Please, I’ll do better. I’ll stop being a mess. I’ll be better.” He says but she doesn’t say anything. She looks distant like she isn’t really there. As silence fills the room, she looks down at her hands, the same ones he used to intertwine his fingers with. He can hear his own heartbeat. He remains hopeful, even when she is still in tears across him.
“I waited for months.” She finally lets out.
“I waited for so long and you still hesitated.” He feels his heart sink as he stares at her, waiting for her to say ‘But’. Just waiting for that one word that can give him a little bit of hope for their future.
When it doesn’t come, everything starts to blur again.
But he cannot blame her. He cannot say this is a selfish decision. He left her out in the cold so many times and she does deserve better. He cannot beg her because deep down, he knows she chose herself. And as someone who loves her, shouldn’t that be the thing he wants?
She looks up at him again and takes a deep breath. She says the words but he cannot hear them. He watches her lips move and lets his tears fall silently.
Maybe when the leaves have died and the air is colder, maybe then it will be right for them. Maybe then, he can try again. But for now, he only looks as she takes her things and leaves.
And when the door clicks softly, only then he repeats her last words to him in his head.
“This is for our good.”
a/n: a mixed signals fic! i'd love to hear who you imagined for this one! i wrote it with mingyu (svt) in mind but i always write it out with the intention that anyone can imagine whoever! i hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!
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Jaskier finds out about Geralt’s enhanced senses months after meeting him. He is outraged. But it works out just fine in the end. Rated teen and up. First kiss.
🚨 now on AO3!! 🚨 the AO3 version is a filled out and shined up version of the one below.
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“You’ve been reading my mind?!” Jaskier shrieked.
“No,” groaned Geralt, “it’s not like that.” He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose, regretting every choice he had made in his life that had led him to that moment.
“How could you?! You never said!!”
Geralt opened his eyes, hoping to end the conversation with a glower. He leaned back against the closed door of their shared room. It was an awkward angle for a glower, but he made it work.
“Ohhhh ho ho, I don’t think so, Geralt.” Jaskier raised an indignant finger. “Don’t even try your little angry face. I do not give a single shit.”
Geralt sighed. “Stop that.” He gently but firmly removed Jaskier’s finger from where it shook in front of his face.
Jaskier sucked in a breath, ready to launch into a tirade. But when Geralt grasped his hand, he stuttered to a stop. A flush crept across his cheeks.
Geralt sensed the window of opportunity and leaned in. “Jaskier, to be fair,” he tilted his head forward and employed his best I’m trying to be reasonable here face, “a drunken mouse could tell when you’re lying.”
Jaskier wheezed shakily. “Rude!” It was an outrage. But Geralt hadn’t released his hand yet, which was scattering his nerves. “You leave Gordon out of this. He’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Gordon- Geralt blinked, momentarily stumped. “—nevermind.” He finally let go of Jaskier’s hand. Jaskier exhaled.
“Look,” Geralt continued, “It’s not mind reading. Its feelings. And normal, non mutated people can tell what others are feeling too. Can’t they? You can tell how people feel. Can’t you?”
“That’s different.” Jaskier crossed his arms and hunched forward. He had just been performing, so he had a sheen of sweat and a post-performance glow, despite his sour mood.
“Is it?”
“Yes!”
“It isn’t though. Think about it. How can you tell when someone is angry?”
“Well, Geralt, you can tell I’m angry because I am telling you that you are an asshole.”
Geralt pretended he didn’t notice the sarcasm. “Exactly. Or because your arms are crossed.” He gestured at Jaskier’s arms where he held them tight against his chest. Under Geralt’s scrutiny, he released them and laid them back at his side.
“Or, because your lips kind of-“ Geralt gestured at his own lips, wiggling his fingers, “puff up.”
Jaskier blinked in surprise. He brought his fingers to his lips. “Puff—?”
Geralt swallowed hard. “You know. They. Pout. Stick out. Look kind of…” his voice trailed off.
“Kind of what, Geralt,” Jaskier deadpanned. “My lips look kind of what.”
“The point is,” Geralt said strenuously, suddenly feeling the need to mop his brow with a sleeve, “my heightened senses are the same. It’s just putting together physical clues. I can just…add a few clues to the list.”
Jaskier narrowed his eyes dubiously. “Like what, exactly.”
“Um.” Geralt looked around as he gathered his thoughts. “Heartbeat. Pupil dilation. It’s not mystical I just don’t have to stand close to see your eyes or press my ear to your chest to hear…” Geralt’s eyes dropped to where the generous thatch of chest hair peeked out from Jaskier’s open shirt. He tended to unlace everything after a performance to “air himself out” and he traipsed around like that, driving Geralt to mad. “…your heartbeat.”
Geralt cleared his throat with an awkward hack and refocused on Jaskier’s face.
“Ok, and what else?” demanded Jaskier.
Geralt shrugged. “I can smell more.”
“Like sweat? If someone is nervous?”
“Yes. And pheromones.”
Jaskier yelped and stood up stock straight, startling Geralt. “Pheromones?? You know it when I’m horny?!?!”
Geralt frowned. “Sure.”
He said it casually as though it weren’t the single most humiliating thing that anyone had ever said.
Jaskier began to flail again and the register of his voice crept up to one better suited for dogs. “You absolute rat fucking bastard I am never speaking to you again!”
Geralt rolled his eyes and groaned dismissively. “Yes, Jaskier, like everyone else on the continent, I know that you’re horny literally all the time. Who cares?”
Jaskier jammed his hands on his hips. “I care. Because that means you know that whenever you are close enough to scent me, I am horny.”
“Right. You’re always horny.”
Jaskier’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead. “Do you really not see how those two things are different?”
He was standing close. So close. Geralt couldn’t think. And if he were being honest, he was extremely grateful that Jaskier could not scent lust. He tried to focus, replaying his words, and comparing them to what Jaskier had said.
“Wait for it…” said Jaskier with a voice so dry it could rival Geralt’s legendary sarcasm.
Geralt’s eyes widened in shocked realization. His jaw fell open, and his lips parted with a soft pop. “You feel. For me? No. That’s not true.”
Jaskier sang about sex and love. He wrote about sex and love. And people threw themselves at him at every performance. Geralt had always assumed that the warm, percolating, barely restrained desire that clung to the bard was just a permanent condition. And if it had been in response to any individual, it would have been for the fetching young farmboys and pretty infatuated barmaids. Not for him.
Too late, Geralt realized that his frozen expression of shock could also be taken as one of horror.
Jaskier slapped his arms against his side. “See what I mean? This is fucking humiliating. I’m leaving.”
“Where are you going?” Geralt blurted out.
“Anywhere but here.”
“When are you coming back?” he demanded.
“Never.”
Before he could stop himself, Geralt slapped a hand on the door. “Stop. This isn’t fair.”
Jaskier let go of the handle and turned the full fire of his furious blue eyes on him. Geralt almost took a step back.
“It isn’t fair, Geralt?!”
Geralt almost backed down. But he didn’t. “No. I can’t help that I have these powers.”
It was true. It wasn’t fair. It’s not like he’d chosen to have enhanced senses. And it’s not like there was a guidebook for when to notify your best friend that you knew far more about him than he realized. Also. He didn’t want Jaskier to leave. He just didn’t. Jaskier could not leave him.
Not over this.
Right?
“Let’s talk fair, Geralt,” Jaskier shot back. “You know everything I feel, and I know fuck all about how you feel, because you never tell me anything. It’s an unequal friendship Geralt. And I hate it. I feel so…exposed.”
Jaskier spun again and yanked at the door handle. He actually got the door open a crack.
“Wait!” Geralt almost shouted. The desperation in his voice shocked the both of them.
“What? What, Geralt?”
Geralt stammered and scratched the back of his head. His eyes slid away. Jaskier huffed and turned again to leave.
Geralt’s hand shot out, seemingly of its own accord. Jaskier looked down at Geralt’s hand curled gently around his bicep. This was the second time tonight he had touched Jaskier for no good reason tonight. He couldn’t think to hard about that right now. He began speaking fast, pushing the words out before he could take them back.
“Youcouldlistentomyheartbeat.”
Jaskier pushed the door closed with a click, and thankfully he was still on the inside of the room. Geralt heaved a sigh of relief.
“What was that, Geralt?”
“Alright. Ok. Um.” Geralt looked at the floor. “Say you…listened to my heartbeat. And you stood close enough to me to see my pupils. You would have the same information I would have.”
Jaskier sucked in his cheeks and considered for a moment. Then he shrugged. “Alright.”
He took a step into Geralt’s space.
Geralt hadn’t thought this one through.
Fuck.
He could feel the warmth of Jaskier’s breath agains his neck.
“So. You can see my pupils, right?” he breathed.
Jaskier hummed in the affirmative. His heart thudded furiously. That fetching flush was back on his cheeks, the one that made his eyes stand out, making them an even more powerful a force on Geralt if that was possible.
He felt the same way about Geralt. He had said it. Out loud. Geralt inhaled and found the courage to reach for Jaskier’s hand again. He dragged it to his chest and with both hands, pressed Jaskier’s palm to his chest.
“And that’s my heart,” he said stupidly. He tried to cover it with a joke. “See, I have one after all.”
Jaskier’s lips curled into a devious smile. He tilted his head. “We still aren’t even, Geralt.”
“No?”
They were almost pressed against each other now, chest rising and falling together. This went leagues beyond something just good buddies would do. But it was anyone’s guess how much further it would go tonight.
“No.” He flicked his eyelashes up and caught Geralt’s gaze. “I still can’t scent your lust. So how,” he brought his second hand up to press against Geralt’s chest, “am I supposed to know when you’re feeling desire?”
Geralt hooked his fingers in Jaskier’s waistband and with a firm yank plastered him against his chest.
“Can i just. Show you?”
Jaskier whimpered and nodded. Geralt could feel Jaskier’s knees going weak. So he wrapped his arms tight around his waist, and he kissed him.
They kissed soft and tentative at first. Then they grew desperate and searching. Geralt cradled his face and pressed his tongue between his lips. It was a long time coming, so neither had any intention of leaving it at one polite kiss. They kissed until they were both out of breath, and they staggered closer to the bed. When they finally pulled apart, Geralt asked
“Are we even now?”
Jaskier smiled primly. “I’ll let you know.”
And he dragged Geralt into bed.
——-fin
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I am rewatching Daredevil and the scene where Foggy finds out about Matty’s enhanced senses is SO emotional and SO beautifully written and acted.
And since Geralt has enhanced senses, that made me think about how Jaskier would react finding out that way. So I indulged in a little alternate canon fun.
Xo
#the witcher#geralt of rivia#jaskier#geraskier#Geralt x jaskier#witcher fic#descarada writes#descarada writes geraskier#my fics on ao3
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Amnesia!Dabi
Just some random thoughts, mostly, feel free to take or leave
So, like, when I first thought about this, it’s like … Dabi doesn’t necessarily have ongoing memory problems. You’d think he might, but no, his memory retention is okay. He doesn’t have any problems FORMING new memories, he just can’t remember much from before he wakes up in the clinic. Or the things he DOES remember, don’t have context. Like, he loves soba (I Headcannon the whole Todoroki clan does) but he doesn’t remember when he first had it. He has a lot of survival skills, but doesn’t know where he would have picked them up. Little bits and pieces of a puzzle, but no clue where they fit.
Now, certain things trigger feelings or sensations that can help spark memories, but it isn’t consistent. Like, you’d think fire itself would be a trigger, but no, that doesn’t do anything. Dying his hair red, however briefly, does make him mad, but he doesn’t know why. The first time he tries to make soba himself, he gets a very clear memory of a voice telling him not to over cook the noodles, but can’t recall the person the voice is attached to. The best way I can describe it is a dam, a massive block on his memory, and a strong enough trigger can briefly punch a hole through it, but the dam will kind patch itself, so unless Dabi really pokes at it, he isn’t getting anywhere fast.
Part of the reason Dabi would latch onto Toga would, in fact, be that she sets off a bunch of different feelings that kick that dam HARD. She’s vulnerable, like Shouto, she’s often ignored, like Natsuo, and (fudging this a bit) she has just enough physical similarities to Fuyumi that, altogether, it sparks something for Dabi. He doesn’t know WHAT, but she’s triggering all his Brother Instincts. Now, Himiko is her own person, so while those similarities START rattling the barrier, they can’t do more than that, no matter how much Dabi comes to care for her in her own right. But they do make it so, when Dabi gets a good look at Shouto during Katsuki’s escape (When Dabi decides, “actually, not cool with kidnapping, I’m taking the two traumatized blondes and LEAVING”) the dam in his head gets a cannon ball through it that doesn’t patch up.
The memories aren’t exactly coherent, or you know, linear, but Dabi gets at least one good, clear memory of Shouto as a young kid, a toddler, and that is probably the first clear memory he’s ever gotten. So, instead of just taking Himiko and fleeing the country altogether (which may or may not have been a half-baked plan he was maybe-sorta thinking about) Dabi decides to risk it and approach U.A.. To reiterate UA, not the Todoroki residence itself, for two reasons.
first, and probably obvious, Shouto is the only Todoroki he’s really seen in person at this point. He doesn’t know any of the others, Shouto is the one he’s reacting to, and he knows the kid goes to U.A.. Plus, he doesn’t imagine approaching the civilian residence of the number 2 hero would go over well with anyone. Dabi’s pretty sure that’s a good way to instantly end up in prison. The second reason is Himiko herself. I like to imagine that, while it’s probably better than being homeless, Himiko is still not doing to great. Yeah, the League was actually trying to help her (for their value of help) but Himiko was coming off several months of being homeless, predated by TWEVLE FUCKING YEARS OF STARVATION. She’s a hot mess of malnutrition, dietary deficiency, and Dabi knows she needs a hospital sooner rather than later. And, well, U.A. has several students that could be considered “villains”, they have a teacher with a Quirk that’s similar to Himiko’s, so Dabi’s hoping they’ll be a bit more sympathetic to Himiko’s situation, and actually help her out, not immediately lock her up. (He’s correct)
*On a slightly more comedic note*
to expand on Dabi waking up in the clinic, he wakes up to a nurse trying to check his vitals or something. Nurse is spooked, and asks “Dabi” how he is (seriously, calls him Dabi-san, cause that’s what’s on his chart). Dabi, confused, is like, “who are you? Who am I??” and the nurse figures he’s just coming off the anaesthesia, so puts a bit more in his IV to knock him out again. Goes to tell the main doc what happened, and the man figures this is a good sign, clearly Touya’s more robust than they thought! They’ll keep him sedated so he can rest a bit more, be in better shape, then call in AfO.
Only Dabi doesn’t give them the chance. His metabolism is apparently through the roof, so only a hour or two later, he wakes up. Now, this is Dabi’s experience. He briefly woke up in a place he doesn’t recognize. He doesn’t where he is, who these people are, or even who he himself is. When he tried talking to the nurse, they knocked him out. Waking up AGAIN and getting a closer look, this place doesn’t look REMOTELY like a professional hospital. He’s pretty sure it,s a renovated concrete basement. Yeah, Dabi ain’t sticking around. He gets up, takes his IV out, strolls out in his stupid hospital clothes, fully expecting a fight … and NO ONE STOPS HIM. Middle of the fucking night, Dabi just casually walks out the front door. Was there an emergency? Is this place just poorly staffed? Dabi does not know or care, he is OUT, thank you.
it takes almost a full fifteen hours before anyone realizes he’s gone.
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Oh yeah absolutely!
The people and the actual experience is gone, but the memory of it is still somewhere in there and can be brought forth.
muscle memory is going to be the biggest trigger at first. This can apply to some reflexes. Even before he realizes that his Quirk hurts him, he’s naturally trying to keep the fire away from his body, only bringing it close when he thinks to. It’s the other things that were mentioned before, flinching when people get angry and expecting them to get physical, or feeling happy when eating what used to be a favorite meal that he’d eat as comfort. His body is used to these things even if his mind no longer is.
I think the Himiko-Fuyumi trigger should be less that she’s physically similar to Fuyumi(because honestly I can fudge it some but....). It should be because she’s a young /girl/ and a touch childish. Sure, it’s been years since he heard the phrase “hey big brother help braid my hair!” but some part of him remembers it and remembers brushing someone’s hair and he remembers exactly how to braid and for just a moment as he’s sitting with Himiko blonde hair flashes to white and red.
also that ‘escape’ is fucking hilarious
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Hellooo I would like to request again bcs I thought of another one a Kate Bishop one shot 16. “don’t. fucking. touch. them.” where a guy was fliriting with you beside Kate and he doesn't know you and Kate r dating so Kate gets jealous and gets mad at him :) <3 Tysmm you have really great writing I really enjoy reading ur one shots this is Kate again cuz I'm obsessed with her if u can't tell ty again <3
follower event!
character: kate bishop x fem!reader
prompt: “don’t. fucking. touch. them.” (changed to her for this one because kate x fem!reader is my jam now. this girl radiates fruity)
warnings: alcohol, cussing, violence, harassment, gross men being gross, brief mentions of spiking drinks
a/n: ugh these are so enjoyable. honestly might consider keeping my requests open for a bit… 👀 if i do i’ll put up new rules so yeah. hope u all enjoy, love uuuuu <3
“Ah, they have Russian vodka, Kate Bishop!” Yelena’s thick accent carries through the bar, turning a few heads. The girl continues, ignoring the confused looks shot her way.
“My mother sent me a bottle a week ago, but this is so nice,” she says, sidling up to the bar. As she begins to lean over the counter and grab random bottles, Kate smiles apologetically at you.
She’s wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, a bit out of place in the dim bar, but you can’t fault her. Mainly because you’ll steal the sweatshirt later for bed.
“I’d better go… keep an eye on her,” she says. “I’ll be right, back, I swear.” You laugh and give her a thumbs-up, wandering to another section of the bar to order.
A sign catches your eye, listing some Christmas special cocktails. You squint in the low light as you read through each one.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender tosses her towel to the side. She nods to the sign. “The peppermint Bailey’s is pretty good.”
You smile. “Then I’ll take that.” As she whisks away to make your drink, you watch to ensure the drink stays in your sight. The bartender rims the glass with peppermint crumble as a final touch and sets it on the bar in front of you.
Taking it with a smile and tossing down some cash, you look around for Kate and Yelena. On the other side of the circular bar, you see the blonde reluctantly give up a bottle of vodka to another bartender.
You hurry over, sliding in next to Kate as she lightly scolds the Russian assassin.
“Boo,” you whisper, giggling when your girlfriend jumps at the sound. She clutches her chest in feigned hurt, all wide-eyed as she turns to you.
“I trusted you,” she gasps dramatically, before breaking out into a grin. She points to your glass. “Christmas-y.”
She has her own drink, a Tequila Sunrise from the look of it. “Yours isn’t,” you quip back, clinking your glass with hers. Yelena continues to hassle the bartender for a free bottle.
Just as the bartender sets his elbow on the counter and Yelena does the same, grasping his much larger hand on her own, a voice clears its throat from behind you.
“What’s a girl like you doing without anyone to dance with?” When you turn around, you’re met with a rather sleazy looking man. He’s in a button-down, with clean slacks and polished dress shoes. What man wears dress shoes to the bar?
You’re about to point to your girlfriend, but she’s busy filming what you suspect to be an arm-wrestling contest. The man takes your silence as an answer.
“Well, I couldn’t help but notice you. Hard not to,” he smirks, looking you up and down. Okay. Now you’re freaked out. “Wanna dance, sweet-cheeks?”
As you internally gag, because one: ew, men, and two: nasty pet names, he sidles up even closer. On instinct, you cover your drink.
“Oh, come on, baby, don’t be like that. Plus, I wouldn’t have to spike your drink to get you back to my place. I’ve been told I’m a very smooth talker.” He lowers his voice as he talks, as if sounding like he’s been smoking since infancy would make him attractive.
You scrunch your nose, scowling as intimidatingly as you can muster. “Well, go be a smooth-talker somewhere else. I’m not interested, sorry.”
He narrows his eyes. “What do you mean? I’m clearly rich, I’m better than any guy in this bar-“
“Ok, well, I have a girlfriend,” you interrupt, really hoping Kate will hear you. He scoffs.
Then, after taking an obnoxiously long slurp of his beer (third red flag), he belches. “Lesbians are sooo hot,” he slurs. You roll your eyes so hard it hurts, looking around for a way to get this guy away from you.
A small crowd has formed around Yelena and the bartender, but you can spy Kate’s ponytail through the throng. As you scoot away towards her, the asshole holds out a hand.
“Wait, wait, wait! Come on, you don’t have to lie and say you have a girlfriend. I promise, I’m a really nice guy. I never harass girls, I’m always a gentleman…” He goes on and on as you frantically glance at your girlfriend.
Eventually, she seems to feel your panicked gaze and looks over. She raises a brow at the very persistent problem rambling next to you and you look from him to her a few times, raising both brows in a silent message.
She casually sits down beside you, waiting and listening. You hold a hand up to the man.
“Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I was serious when I said I had a girlfriend, and she’s right-“ You turn to point to her, but the guy grabs your wrist, yanking you.
You tear your hand away, breath shaking as he stumbles a bit. Kate steps in front of you, glaring at him.
“Hey, asshat.” With a vicious kick to the shins, he doubles over. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch her,” she growls. You’re so busy swooning over Kate’s protectiveness you don’t even notice a loud thud and cheers from behind you.
As he stands up and begins to yell at her, you slip off your heels, setting one on your chair and grasping the other one in your hand.
“God, you’re such a fucking bitch! Women will never pick nice guys, will they? You’re all fucking horrible, you know that?” he snaps.
Kate raises a brow. “Aren’t you the one who just harassed my girlfriend after she told you, multiple times, that she wasn’t interested?” When he can’t come up with a counter argument, the man goes in for a punch.
But you were waiting.
When he rears back, you step in front of Kate as she dodges the poorly aimed blow, and swing your stiletto into his jaw.
You don’t hit very hard. You aren’t really trying to. The goal isn’t to break a bone, or even make him bleed, as much of an asshole he is.
Instead, you hit hard enough to leave a sizable bruise and send him stumbling back, before chugging your drink, swiping up your shoes, grabbing your now very flustered girlfriend by her hand, and beelining for the exit. But not before a blonde, Russian assassin hits the man with a hard-earned bottle of vodka.
#marvel#marvel x reader#x reader#avengers x reader#avengers#kate bishop x fem!reader#kate bishop x female reader#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop fluff#kate bishop#hailee steinfield x reader#yelena belova#florence pugh#hawkeye
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I really love the Steferine fic bc it somehow never overshadows Stelena. Like, it’s clear that Stelena’s bond transcends everything, and it’s almost a given that Stefan’s thing with Katherine is temporary. I know that it makes Katherine SICK
(Also the fact that even in an Elena and Katherine fight that ELENA started, Stefan is more concerned with Elena’s well-being and completely unconcerned with Katherine. He even got mad at her for fighting back 😭. Like, it happens every time.)
And the only thing keeping Katherine from killing Elena is her knowing that Stefan would fucking hate her guts so much that he’d actually kill her. Like, Stefan repeatedly reminds her that Elena is the love of his life and the only one he gave everything to. It’s such fucked up dynamic and it almost makes me lose respect for Katherine bc she has NO pride, NO shame, no nothing when it comes to Stefan. Like girl stand up 💀
And Elena’s reaction is amazing and very true to her bc of course she’d be jealous and threatened by Katherine’s thing with Stefan, but it’s almost like…girl, chill out, bc at the end of the day, there is no competition, you know what I mean?
I do wonder what would happen if Elena decided to move away from Mystic Falls just to focus on herself for a while and get away from the chaos and let Stefan sort it out on his own. I’d imagine that she’d let Stefan know that her moving away isn’t her giving up, that she still has hope for him and that she’ll be waiting for him whenever he decides to get his shit together (bc she knows he will). But I’m not even sure if that’s would be in character for her since she has a tendency to NOT stay away from Stefan.
anyway, sorry for the long message. i had a lot of thoughts
(PS, Damon is Damon. Making things worse and about himself as always.)
No worries! Love long messages about fics lmao.
So my fic is basically predicated in how these two interactions between them go
but messier and more toxic lmao where in the show she quasi-pleads with him to feel something for her and he won't/can't do it but when she walks away he still stops her to offer compassion and understanding whereas in the fic, she demands he express that they share something special, something he doesn't or has never shared with Elena or anyone else and he doesn't/can't do it because it's not true (bonus it drives her crazy) but when the suggestion of ending what they're doing arises, he stops it so it's this cycle.
Katherine bc she has NO pride, NO shame, no nothing when it comes to Stefan. Like girl stand up 💀
I was just thinking about the things she's done/said in the show
and the things that she's threatened
despite the fact that Stefan has always been like
I was like, she really doesn't have pride when it comes to Stefan, which as I've spoken about before is also about conquering him rather than loving him
She is more in love with the idea of Stefan loving her than she actually is with Stefan. That’s why she hijacks Elena’s body in season 5 and attempts to seduce him because let’s think about that. Katherine hijacked the body of a woman she hates and tries to seduce Stefan as that woman, a woman whose break up with him was a trigger for his PTSD, a woman who was in a relationship with his brother and she doesn’t think or care about how seducing him as this woman would fuck with his head. It’s also why in season 2 she threatens to kill Elena while Stefan watches because it doesn’t matter if he’s scarred or hurt, what matters is owning him.
but because I think there's canon that indicates the lengths she'll go and that she has no problem looking desperate, it allows me to do that in the fic too.
I also wanted to show that when Elena is needling at Katherine, she finds an understanding in how addictive a toxic cycle with Katherine can be because even in this, she and Stefan can have an unparalleled understanding and connection because as I've said in the past
Like I’ve said before, SE reminds me of this Outlander quote, “Maybe the only way to save Jamie is for someone to step into the darkness with him” which essentially means, Elena is in it with Stefan. She is there with him.
So maybe, Elena will get a little dark herself.
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JanAUary - Role Swap
pairing: Natalie x Herbert West
summary: Natalie seeks out Herbert for help on some strange studies she's been making
content warnings: mention of death
word count: ~1.1k
author's note: I had to. I needed mad scientist Natalie so badly y'all have no idea
Herbert really had no business messing with a character like Natalie. Her demeanor alone was enough to deter anyone from even attempting to get to know her but her reputation really sealed the deal. Somehow, that enticed him even more and made him want to get to know her better.
Natalie mainly kept to herself, always buried in whatever she was working on or lost in her own thoughts. People theorized that she never ate or slept because whenever they saw her, she was either reading or studying. There were light purple bags under her eyes that were noticeable when you saw her up close. That confirmed their conspiracies about her. Her own roommate confirmed that she rarely ever left her room. Once she was home for the day, she locked herself inside of it and wouldn’t leave unless absolutely necessary. That announcement made people want to stray away from her and avoid any confrontation at all costs. Not that it mattered to her anyway. She didn’t much care for the opinions of others or their friendship.
Herbert was really the only one who attempted any kind of interaction with her. He would greet her when he saw her and try to engage in some small talk. Natalie would often reciprocate, although it was very quiet and awkward. She’d usually mumble a “Hi,” back before slinking away. That was the constant until today.
“Herbert!” She called out enthusiastically, rushing up to him, “Finally, I’ve found you!”
“You…me?” He asked, incredibly confused.
Natalie pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her middle finger, “Yes, you! I’m so glad I ran into you.”
A very small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “Well, that’s very nice of you. How are you?”
She quietly muttered about doing okay but he could barely hear it. While waving her hands, she glossed over her jumbled answer, “Listen, I need to talk to you about something serious. Something important. To me, to you soon, to everyone soon enough.”
“Sure, what is it?” He asked, intrigued.
Excitement danced in her eyes, “I’ve been working on something for a very long time and, well, I’ve only just come to realize I can’t really do it on my own. I need someone with smarts, someone very intelligent. Like yourself, only better because I found you!”
Her flattery was sweet, almost too sweet. Herbert furrowed his eyebrows, “Thank you. What are you working on?”
“I am so glad you asked.” Natalie showed him the notebook in her hand and flipped through a few pages, “I’ve been working long and hard on a serum of sorts. And I…Well, I’m not going to bore you with the details. Long story short, it’s a reagent.”
“A reagent?” He became startled, “You mean you-”
“Cured death?” She said plainly, not looking away from her notes, “Yes, I have. Magnificent, isn’t it?”
Herbert’s mind went blank. He was hoping she’d want to talk to him about something more normal. Maybe ask to spend some time together. Or, maybe start laughing and claim that it was all some prank. Instead, here she was calmly announcing she had done the impossible in the most serious tone of voice.
He cleared his throat, “A-And what do you want from me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I made that obvious but I guess I didn’t.” Natalie giggled, “I’d like your help. An extra pair of hands would make something so labor intensive a bit easier.”
A lab assistant. She was basically asking him to be her personal lab assistant. Herbert couldn’t believe this. He had no idea how to even respond to such a claim, let alone a request like this.
“I don’t know,” He shook his head, “I’m not sure how to feel about this.”
Natalie cocked her head to the side, “There’s no certain way to feel about this. I just want your assistance and company.”
He hesitantly shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know if I can feel okay with this.”
“Wait, what? Please,” She grabbed the edges of his coat without thinking, pulling him close, “I-I can’t do it alone! I need your vast intelligence, please.”
“What about your roommate?”
Natalie shook her head, “No, no, I need you.”
“But why-”
“You are the only one who has ever been kind to me.” Her grip on his coat tightened, “You’re smart, you’re nice, you can tolerate me. Not many have all three.” A cynical chuckle took over the last part of the sentence.
“I…” Her kind words made Herbert feel a little better. The fact that she wanted him in on her experiments still made him hesitate, though.
“Please?” She unknowingly gave him puppy dog eyes, “I would be eternally grateful. I’m, um, not used to having friends. This could be an excuse to get to know each other better.”
“We couldn’t do that over lunch?” He thought to himself, still trying to find the words to say.
“Please, this work is so important to me. We could make some serious changes here. I only really trust you, too.”
“Um,” Herbert’s gaze went to her hands, making her look at them, too.
Natalie released her grip from his coat, “Sorry, I didn’t realize I did that.”
“No, that’s alright.” He responded sheepishly, “If I do…this with you, will you do a favor for me in return?”
“Yes, of course.” She responded immediately, “No questions asked.”
“Maybe we can get coffee sometime?”
“I don’t like the stuff.”
“How about tea?”
She nodded, “Yeah, I like tea better. Okay, sure, we can do that.”
“Great,” He smiled at her.
She smiled back, “Herbert, you and I are going to make history. Do you hear me? We are going to change the entire world. Just you wait.”
He swallowed, “I, uh, can’t wait?”
She didn’t seem to pick up on his uncertainty, “Me, neither. And tea. I’m really looking forward to tea. I’ll find you later about dates and times for us to work, okay? See you later! Thank you so much!”
Before he could reply, Natalie scurried away without a second thought. He watched her walk away and contemplated running after her to catch up.
“No, no point.” He thought, “I’ll be seeing her soon enough.”
He was correct to think that. When he arrived at his next class, he found a note waiting for him in his usual spot.
“West,
Meet me today (or tomorrow if that’s better) at the lab this evening. 8pm, if that works for you. If not, don’t be afraid to come find me to tell me a better time. Bring gloves, pencils, and paper. Looking forward to working with you.
– Natalie
P.S. I like green tea. Usually peach flavored. Maybe this weekend would work best for that.”
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Decaying Godhood- Chapter 2: Solemn Freedom
<- Chapter 1 ● Chapter 3 ->
“Nothing is moving…”
Nyx sat quietly on the ground, watching the three look out the giant golden door. Occasionally one of them would look back at her. It made her feel something unpleasant, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was though.
“No one is collapsing, either…” Minako said, “it’s like they’re frozen in time.”
“Do you think it’s just the view we have from here?” Minato asked.
“No,” Ryoji answered, “something doesn’t feel right… at all.”
Minako glanced back at Nyx, “do things feel off to you?”
She nodded.
“Well… what do we do?” Minako moved her attention to the other two.
“Wait.” Ryoji pointed out of the door, “something’s moving.”
The twins looked carefully.
“It looks like a person…” Minato said.
“No way,” Minako gently pulled the hair away from his eyes, “look again, no human has hair that white.”
“Akihiko-senpai had white hair, though.”
Minako shook her head, “but not that bright!”
Ryoji cleared his throat, “how about the feathers? Humans don’t have wings.”
“Are they wings? It looks more like a cape.” Minako let go of Minato’s hair, “check out all that gold too…”
“Either this guy is just really rich, or not human.” Minato said flatly, turning away.
“And those are mutually exclusive?” Ryoji moved away from the door. “They could be both.”
“I suppose so.”
“Guys.” Nyx flinched when all three quickly looked at her, “they’re moving, right? Does it matter what they look like?”
Ryoji sighed, “no, you’re right.” He faced the twins, “what should we do?”
“I don’t know, but…” Minako gestured out the door, “there’s someone else there now.”
Ryoji and Minato quickly looked out again.
“I’m going to investigate.” Ryoji said suddenly, “you two stay here… whatever is happening seems to only be affecting humans.”
“Wait, how do we know it’s safe?” Minako questioned, folding her arms.
“I can’t die, remember?”
“Yes but-“
“Ryoji!”
The three slowly looked at Nyx. She bit her tongue, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout… it’s just.” She stood up, “have you felt anyone die?”
Ryoji narrowed his eyes, “what are you saying?”
“You’re Death,” she said, “you should be able to tell if people are leaving this world.”
Ryoji paused. Nyx could tell he didn’t want to take her words, but he pondered anyway.
“No one is dying.”
“There you have it,” Nyx said, “the world is at a standstill.“
Minato glanced at Ryoji.
“…You’re coming with me.” Ryoji slashed the chains off of Nyx’s wrists and neck, “I don’t trust you to stay with them.”
“That’s fair…” Nyx nodded, holding her wrist.
Minato placed a hand on Ryoji’s shoulder, “may I speak with you first?”
Nyx watched them wander off. Minako approached her, grabbing her hands.
“Listen, I know… he has every right to be mad at you, but…” Minako picked up her evoker, placing it in Nyx’s hands, “I hope you’ll protect him. Even if he doesn’t want you to.”
Nyx felt her eyes begin to water.
Minako smiled, “I don’t know if I can stay mad at you… it wasn’t really your fault, was it?”
“You don’t have to make excuses for me.”
“I know, but it wasn’t you, was it?”
Nyx could feel her heart sting. Minako was right, but she felt as though she couldn’t admit it.
“Does it matter?” Nyx asked, “I still tried to do it.”
“Nyx, you weren’t even a person, then,” Minako patted her shoulder, “you were… an idea, a force of nature. Of course you didn’t know the harm it would bring.” She held her hand, “I… know about Erebus. I’m sure reflecting on all of that now must…” Minako shook her head. “I’m putting my trust in you. Now is your chance to become a great individual.”
Now she couldn’t see. Tears flooded from her eyes, dropping onto her hands below.
“I know gods probably can’t get Personas, but… I want you to take that evoker with you.” Minako attempted to wipe away the tears with her stone fingers, “ah sorry! That probably isn’t very comforting.”
Nyx laughed slightly, “thank you, Minako.”
“Damn, you made her cry?”
Nyx could barely make out Minato’s form before her.
“I didn’t mean to…” Minako said.
Nyx wiped her eyes, looking at Ryoji. His gaze still held disdain, but had softened slightly.
“Oh that’s a good idea!” Minako noted Ryoji wearing a SEES armband. She removed her own, the bright red colour returning as she wrapped it around Nyx’s arm. “Now you guys gotta go be the heroes, okay?”
Nyx smiled softly, bowing to her, “I won’t let you down.”
“Ryoji,” Minato said, “are you gonna give it to her?”
Ryoji sighed, “if you act out I’m taking this back,” he held out the sword he had used while he was Nyx Avatar.
Nyx carefully took it, “thank you, Ryoji.”
Ryoji nodded, facing Minato again, “we’ll be back.”
Minato smiled softly, “and we’ll be watching over you two.”
#Persona 3#persona 3 reload#Persona AU#Decaying Godhood#P3R spoilers#Another short chapter... But this one has some fun moments (●'◡'●)#P3 The Answer spoilers#?????#Erebus is mentioned once but still
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