#i just. what am i trying to do. why am i fighting a fight i cant win.
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can we possibly get the one where Gideon doesn’t like bombshell reader and poor Spencer is watching like☹️
Spencer feels a little like a child of divorce. Like, he absolutely is a child of divorce, but he didn’t think he’d feel this way at work. Lately, all Hotch and Gideon do is argue.
It’s especially odd in that Hotch doesn’t usually go against Gideon’s judgement, even when he doesn’t agree, but you seem to be something Hotch is willing to fight for, and Spencer has no idea why.
“We don’t need her,” Gideon says. Spencer knows it isn’t Gideon being cruel, just stern. “We have a fine team without her.”
“But with her, we’re better. And we have an opening. I know you like Greenaway for it, and I do too–”
“Everyone likes Greenaway for the position, she’s more palatable than L/N, and she works harder.”
Spencer tries not to whip his face back and forth like he’s following a ping pong ball, but it’s hard to keep up. He has no idea what his mentor’s talking about in all honesty, you’d seemed more than palatable when you met him last week. You were nice. And barely anybody is nice to Spencer.
You sounded like you actually wanted to hear him talk, something Gideon has often been alone in. And palatable is a subjective word.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Hotch says, knowing he’s losing.
“We’re not gonna rush into picking someone,” Gideon says, less stern, more neutral.
“No. I have invited her to the Georgia consultation this afternoon.”
Gideon sighs through his nose. The afternoon rolls around quickly. Spencer doesn’t want to think about it but he’s excited to see you, and he feels conflicted in that; Gideon is the first person in a long time who actually seems to care about him, so Spencer is guilty of always aiming to please, but he can’t understand why Gideon dislikes you so much. Am I being easily led? he wonders.
He’ll admit to finding you attractive. In his head, that is. You’d spoken so particularly, you’d looked stunning, and you didn’t make a fuss when he wouldn’t shake your hand. You called him beautiful.
It’s the nicest, kindest attention he’s had since he started. Morgan calls him pretty boy. Spencer knows it’s not the same thing.
They gather in the conference room, Morgan, Hotch, Gideon and Spencer, just a few minutes before 2PM. A minute later, you’re knocking on the door.
“Hello…” You smile when you realise they’re here. “Am I late?”
“No, L/N. Come and take a seat,” Hotch says.
There’s a plastering of documents on the table and an empty seat by both Morgan and Spencer. You choose the one beside Spencer despite a stack of manilla folders, tucking your chair in neatly. “Oh, the grizzly stuff. This will upset my feminine energy.”
Morgan laughs. Gideon glares at the table.
Spencer likes it when you’re around. One more person and suddenly the consultation is a conversation and not a debate. You can keep up with everyone. You laugh at Spencer occasionally and he doesn’t know why, but he can tell it isn’t cruel laughter; he’s had a long time to work out the difference.
Gideon excuses himself for a coffee half an hour in.
Hotch immediately leans across the table. “I’m trying to help you,” he says.
You grimace. “What am I doing wrong now?”
“The laughing.”
“You laugh.”
“I know.” Hotch smiles at you. “You’re getting good at this, you have good insight on the dark triad. You read the book I sent?”
“How’s Haley?” you ask.
He shakes his head, but his smile stays. “Don’t joke about that.”
You’re not flirting. Or, Spencer doesn’t think so. It’s more likely you’re joking as Hotch says, everything about your body language pointing to amicable friendliness besides your flirting tones. “I read the book,” you say. Your gaze turns to Spencer. “Bet you’ve read it too, huh? Morgan said you’ve read every book ever written.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” Spencer says.
“But close?” you ask. “I’d love some recommendations. You know. For profiling.”
“Don’t let her fool you, Reid, she’s well read,” Morgan says.
“Wait, Gideon doesn’t like you because you laugh?” Spencer asks.
It’s a socially inept thing to say, he realises after. You lean back in your chair all sweet and soft with your legs crossed, your dark stockings thin at the knees. He’s so, so worried you’re going to be offended and that’s exactly what he needs, a possible friend isolated again by his inability to read the room, but you don’t chew him out. You nudge his leg gently with the toe of your heel.
“Now who said he doesn’t like me, handsome?” you ask teasingly.
Spencer regrets the heat that floods his face and neck.
“It’s complicated,” you add, your smile more than friendly, Spencer can’t work it out. “But don’t worry, I’ll turn him around eventually. It’s one of my many talents.”
Oh, he thinks. That’s what it is. Spencer’s finally in on the joke.
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Imagining a night creature with a reader who's afraid of the dark
Hi! I like that. This made me think of the monster under the bed I answered a few days ago (find it here). Also, when you sent this I already had a semi-planned story with a girl in a dark street (find it here). But I also got some inspo for this. The idea of the reader being afraid of the dark and the monsters lurking there… What she doesn’t know is that the monsters there don’t want to hurt her, just tease her little human body. This is sweeter than I normally write, but I hope you like it!
Sleeping in the dark
Night monster x fem!reader || Stalking, overstimulation, forced orgasms
You were always afraid of the dark. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you didn’t feel anxiety creeping in the back of your neck every time a street was too dark, your curtains a bit too closed… Some people laughed about it, saying you weren’t a kid anymore, a grown woman shouldn’t be scared of the dark. But you couldn’t fight your fears, it was beyond your control.
That’s why you got a little lamp, always turned on so you could sleep better. Just knowing you weren’t in complete darkness, even in your sleep, made you feel a bit better. But you weren’t a lucky person, so when you woke in the middle of the night and the lamp was turned off, your anxiety picked with full force. Tears ran down your face instantly, your breath coming in fast exhales, almost hyperventilating.
“Hey, hey. Calm down.” A voice came from inside your closet, making you scream as a dark figure opened the door and stepped out. “Shhh, stop! I’m not here to hurt you.” He tried, but you opened your mouth to scream again. He crossed the room in two fast steps and covered your mouth with a hand as big as your whole face. “I’m trying to help, but you need to stop screaming. Are you going to scream if I let go?” You shook your head, tears rolling down your face.
“Aw, little human, don’t cry.” He pleaded, his voice soft as you felt his weight sitting down on the bed. You moved away, scared.
“The- the dark. It’s so dark.” You hiccuped between sobs. “Can you turn on the lights?” You asked, already knowing his answer.
“The dark is okay. I like the dark. You aren’t ready to see me, yet.” He told you. You didn’t know if you wanted to see him either. You were scared enough, but his presence was weirdly calming.
“Who are you?” You asked then, equal parts scared and curious. He didn’t answer, silence making you wanna tear up again. “Am I dreaming?” You asked, more to yourself than to him.
“No, you are not.” He answered, his voice closer than you expected, like he was right next to you.
You jumped back, almost falling down. “Are you a monster?”
He sighed, like the weight of the world was over him. “Some call me that, yeah.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” You didn’t know why you asked, he could hurt you if he wanted, and you couldn’t do shit about it. But you felt calm, like his presence was okay. Some primal part inside of you trusted him, and as naive as it was, you did. You trusted the shadows in front of you, the dark figure that you couldn't even see.
“No, little human. I would never hurt you. But I can help you.” His voice was so soft that you relaxed completely, your body giving away all the tension, leaving you feeling dizzy.
That picked your interest. “Help me how?”
“I can distract you from the fear.” The innuendo on his voice was more than clear.
But you asked anyway: “Ho- how?” Your voice broke down as you tried to be brave, tried to make sense of the mixed feelings inside of you.
“Can I touch you, little human?” You nodded. You couldn’t see his face, but you guessed he could see yours if he told you not to cry. A hand touched your knee, traveling up and up. The flimsy dress you were wearing was put aside as his hand touched the hem of your panties. “Is this okay?” You nodded, speechless.
You couldn’t comprehend why you were so pliant to his touch, but you just knew. You knew he was telling the truth, he didn’t want to hurt you. He pulled your panties aside, exposing your pussy to the air. A shiver ran down your spine as his pointy fingers touched your clit.
“I saw you touch this tiny pearl so many times… You looked so happy when you did.” He told you, rubbing your clit in the exact same way you did. “I’ve been watching you for so long. I studied your every move.” He pushed a finger inside of you, curving it to hit the perfect place. “It pained me to see you touch yourself and not being able to help. To be the one giving you pleasure. But now… Now I can, little human.” The idea of him watching you jerk off making your pussy tingle, convulsing against the finger inside of you. “You like that? You like knowing I was watching? You are a little pervert.” He laughed softly. You blushed.
His fingers were so much longer than yours, almost as long as your biggest dildo, but not so thick. He finger fucked you for a bit, humming and cooing at your reactions. Like you were a cute puppy doing a new trick, amazed when you cried out and repeating the move over and over as you came.
When you calmed down, he asked: “Can I fuck you, little human?” His fingers were still inside of you, rubbing softly, not trying to fuck you, just resting inside.
“Yes.” You choked out as he took his fingers out and felt his weight setting over you. He positioned himself and started pushing in slowly. “You… It feels weird.” You whispered, he chuckled. “My dick is not like the human ones. I have… ridges.” He pushed further, the aforementioned ridges rubbing against your walls and making you moan. “Do they please you?” You tried to answer, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a broken moan. He took that as a yes and started fucking you, slow but deep.
It wasn’t enough. “Faster. Harder.” You pleaded. He complied, setting a fast pace that made your boobs bounce up and down, almost hitting your chin. His hands on your hips were going to bruise, but you didn’t care. He had the perfect dick, even better than the tentacle dildo you always used.
Before you knew it, you were falling apart around him, his dick twitching as he came, too. But he didn’t stop, his dick still hard inside of you. He waited for a few seconds and started fucking you again. You didn’t know how he could keep fucking, how his dick was still hard, but you wanted to thank whoever created him for giving him that stamina. He fucked you over and over, for what felt like hours.
After what felt like a hundred orgasms, maybe they were, your oversensitive clit felt raw. Your pussy felt used and abused, but the pleasure was still there, almost painful. He kept asking you to come again, to let him feel your pussy contracting around him. To let him fill you again. And again. And again.
“I can’t anymore. Please…” You begged. You came so many times you lost count.
“Just one more, little human. One more and I’ll stop.” He told you, his pace not flattering for even a second.
You felt tears running down your face. “I can’t.” You choked out, your body spent. But he kept going. He rubbed your clit furiously, using his come as lube. Your last orgasm was pushed out of you, he forced you to come around his dick, almost to the point of pain. You cried as you came, so sensitive and tired… He wiped the tears away as he buried himself deep and came again, adding to your overflowing pussy.
He pulled out slowly and disappeared. Appearing seconds later with a warm cloth to clean some of the mess between your thighs.
“Would you stay?” You whispered, grabbing around his wrist still cleaning you up.
“Sure thing, little human.” He whispered back, his body curling around yours two seconds later.
For the first time in your life, you slept in the dark, a monster guarding you.
#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster boyfriend#monster x reader#terato#monster kink#monster in the closet#monster smut#request
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Self aware! Aventurine x fem!reader. Yandere! Aventurine cause why not. Something for giggles at the end.
No smut guys. This is just me being silly, and self indulgent cause Aventurine evaded me. It stings, ngl so this is more to make myself feel better😂 Pay zero attention to this nonsense omg 😂
Aventurine could instantly feel the sadness caused by the crushing weight of life through your hands the moment you played his character demo. He knew what that was like, so to be nice and so you could shut your brain off for awhile, no damage was taken at all from enemies.
Oh, but what's this? You started playing this game just for him. There were 5 days left for him to "come home", but sweetheart, it was an unrealistic gamble. You were still very wet behind the ears. Trailblaze level 39 and barely even aware of your own abilities to play the game.
Aventurine could definitely feel how scared you were observing you struggle and ultimately triumph over certain tasks once you got a feel for it down. It took you a lot of nerve to even play. He would hear you think, "I hate messing up and not doing things right the first time."
Dedication squeezed at your heart. Made you lose sleep. Dedication all for him.
Please quiet your pounding heart, darling. You have a better grasp than you think. It was quite frankly amazing to see.
It was both amusing and endearing to see you soak up information like a sponge. Only to have you try and pull when you had a comfortable amount of currency.
As the days went by, and your time window got closer to slamming shut until the next opportunity, he supposed that it was a good thing Dr. Ratio was helping you out.
Supposed, anyways
You were starting to cheer for Ratio when he started to crit high. That was starting to irk him, but the rush of fulfillment he felt through you when you cleared something made it worth it.
After all, you were doing all this for him. Aventurine was only able to feel your emotions because he is was always on your mind every second you played. Even after logging off.
You are his, damn it. That was that. There really wasn't anyone else you needed. He craved to spoil you.
Of course, he had his own ways of keeping tabs on you. Dr. Ratio was starting to be more use to him that he thought.
Aventurine truly hated shutting you down, especially when he felt your heart sting and a few tears well into your eyes. You held your head high and soldiered right on, brushing them away from your eyes with your delicate hand before they even fell.
He wanted you flourish first. He wanted you to have 10000% confidence. He knew he could've just come home and did everything for you, but he wanted to fight by your side as well as fight for you. He wanted you set up the party with him in it and think with a smile, "I can do this. I know I am capable. And I have you, Aventurine. Nothing can go wrong."
It was a pleasure for him to watch you. Especially in the Simulated Universe, and the Critter Pick quest. How you smiled and giggled at the cat cakes. You cooed at them. Even lamented about not having something like them in another game.
When that time finally came, and it would, don't you worry your pretty little head. He already knew your dedication level was incredibly high, and there would be extra insurance provided by both you and him.
Aventurine realized that you were irrevocably, totally, and completely dizzy in love with him. The words in your head exactly. They made his heart skip beats.
When he realized he was in love with you, it was during the end of Critter Pick mission. It snuck up on him, and slapped him hard in the face. It was when you were facing down the Swarm for the final Curio.
You loathed The Juvenile Sting and Lesser Sting from the Swarm in particular. You'd retreated over and over, getting intimidated when they multiplied. Until one night, you'd narrowed your eyes in determination and said, "Okay, you fucking bugs. Let's go. I won't be bullied by you today. I will do this for the sake of the cat cakes."
You dug your heels in, and didn't run. You wanted to do many times. You were already terribly fragile with your confidence to begin with. He watched you so close, and the surge of pride he felt when he saw you refused to yield in the end was undescribable.
"That's my girl," He'd murmured when the final bug exploded. Ratio may have taken care of you, and he was glad for that. Aventurine knew he would've been better for you.
Until that day when he could come for you, darling, he was still going to be there. Hovering patiently unseen. Maybe your shields around your characters would last a little longer in tight spots. Maybe a mysterious extra skill point would appear that you thought you didn't have. Maybe, just for you, Ratio would have an extra follow up attack.
And okay maybe sometimes when you had to pause battle for whatever reason, Ratio would get downed mysteriously now and then. He really, really was starting to hate that you relied on him so much.
Aventurine sought out a certain master hacker to put traces on your phone. That would was the only way to keep you close off game. Perhaps he would find a way to just come to you. And poof, you would disappear from your world and go with him.
He felt much better knowing where you were, and what you were doing when he so desired. He lived for when he could hear you say his name outloud. It sounded so sweet to him to even hear you think it.
It was ideal, really.
And just who was Scaramouche anyways? He was immediately shut down with such a spine chilling shock when he tried to investigate.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail imagines#aventurine#self aware aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#aventurine x y/n
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Hurt Heart
wriothesley x reader
notes: hello. long time no see, huh... welp i’m not dead and i will keep posting fics here bc i am very bored.
i will post fics about wriothesley and ratio as well, not only neuvillette and zhongli, so... be happy.
enjoy!!
context: you’re mad at your boyfriend, wriothesley, because he always comes home hurt.
content: pet names like baby and bunny; slight hurt but with comfort; wounds, bruises and light injuries like that, also mentions blood; kisses kisses; wriothesley is just a silly boy, please take care of him.
“ouch!” the man flinched at the exact moment your hand was touching his cheek with a piece of cotton, while he leaned his back on the bathroom sink. “ah, careful there.” he said in a playful tone but you didn’t find yourself laughing.
his face was filled with bruises and he had a small cut on his lips. his nose was bleeding before you cleaned it and he had a dark-toned bruise on his left eye.
“come on, are you mad at me?” he smiled but when he saw your stern look, he sighed, reaching his hand to touch your cheek. “i already told you i’m sorry.”
you completely ignored him, slapping his hand away. you resumed putting the medicine on his bruises with the help of the cotton. suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from your actions.
“y/n, stop ignoring me.” his voice sounded harsh and pleading at the same time. his eyes stared right into your soul. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a frown forming on your face.
“are you serious? you don’t want me to be mad at you? even after you come home like... this?” you pulled your wrist back. “you must be joking with me.”
you put the cotton aside, ignoring his surprised look. you turn away, ready to leave the bathroom, but he stops you by grabbing your arm. his grip is strong, but not enough to hurt you.
“let me go.” you said, trying your best to speak in a firm voice. your eyes looking seriously at him.
“no.” it was what he said, speaking in a lower tone than usual.
“wriothesley, let me go.” you tried to pull your arm to yourself, but he pulled you closer to him, locking you in his strong embrace.
as much as you squirmed in his arms, trying your best to free yourself from his grip, he would just squeeze you even tighter.
“wriothesley!” your voice sounded muffled since your face was buried in his chest. you tried to punch his arms but of course, he was much stronger than you, so it felt like a kitten’s punch.
“don’t be mad at me.” he whispered in your ears. his voice was low, since his head rested on your shoulder, making your legs weaker and weaker, but you didn’t want to give in to him so easily.
“i’m mad because i’m worried!” you tried to say but your voice got stuck in your throat when he squeezed you tighter, you just let out an annoyed grunt.
“you don’t need to be worried. i’m fine.” he said, still close to your ears. his hair brushing on your cheek.
“how can you say that? you’re hurt..” your voice got low and broke when tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
wriothesley noticed almost immediately, pulling away from you just enough to look at your face. you looked away while tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffed like a child.
“baby, don’t cry.” his hands quickly reached to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. his brows frowned in concern.
“why do you insist in hurt yourself like this? ... why do you keep fighting and getting hurt?” you choked on your own words, trying your best to speak properly. you felt when wriothesley left quick and soft kisses on your cheeks, trying desperately to soothe you down.
“i’m sorry, my baby.” he mumbled, still leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose. “please, forgive me. don’t cry.”
“promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” you grabbed onto his shirt, looking at him with pleading eyes. “please...”
he felt his heart sinking into his chest. he hated to see you cry. he always thought that he needed to protect you, so seeing you cry right in front of him made him even more upset. his hands rested on your cheeks while his eyes stared sadly into yours.
“you know i can’t .” his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, burying you against his chest. “i can’t stop it, it’s part of my job.”
“then get another job!” you said, grabbing his shirt firmly and hugging him tighter. “do something else...”
“you know it’s not easy, bunny.” he chuckled nervously, caressing your scalp, trying to calm you down. “ i can’t just leave.”
you kept sobbing against his shirt while he patiently caressed your hair. after a long time, you sniff and breathe in. you keep sobbing very lowly, your body slightly trembling under his gentle touch.
“are you feeling better now?” he asks, his voice sounds soothing to your ears and you nod slowly, without raising your eyes at him.
he gently reaches his thumb to your chin, raising your face so that you can look at his eyes. he looks a bit pathetic with his bruises and his lip cut, but to you, he looks majestic.
he doesn’t say anything, he just leans closer to you, placing his lips on yours. his gesture was so gentle that it seemed like you would break if he moved too fast.
you closed your eyes, feeling how his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his while the other hand rested on your waist.
you could feel a slight metallic taste of blood, coming out from the small cut on his lips, but you didn’t mind.
his hand squeezed your waist softly and gently, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin with his thumb. you let out a sigh between the kiss, showing him how much you liked this gesture.
he pulled away, just a few millimeters away from your face. you let out a whimper when he did, immediately feeling the absence of his touch.
“easy there. my bunny still needs to breathe, right?” he chuckled. his voice was like honey to your ears and it made your heart skip a beat. you realized that your breath was getting heavy.
you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating like a melody.
“take care of yourself.” you said, a pouty tone in your voice. “if you keep hurting yourself you will get ugly. i don’t want an ugly boyfriend.” you said, a small smile perking up on your lips. of course you didn’t think that he could get ugly someday.
he laughed. a warm laughter that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.
“oh, don’t worry that’s impossible.” he said, kissing the top of your head.
“i know.” you said in a whisper.
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How to Love .03
Trafalgar Law x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, angst
A/N: Sorry that it's shorter then normal but i can not tell you how hard i had to grind to get this shit out.
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“Law? You alive?” Soft fingers could be felt gently skimming against Law’s forehead, making him lean into their warmth before his eyes snapped open.
Jumping up, Law looks around his room before seeing you kneeling down beside his bed. His heart slowly calms before finally finding the words to speak. “(Y/N)? What are you doing in my room?”
“Well, good evening to you, too.” Rubbing his eyes, Law looks at you with a confused look.
“What? Evening?” Turning to his alarm clock, he sees it’s 8 am.
“We had a power outage due to an unexpected storm last night. I thought you might have already fixed your clock, but I was wrong.” Law jumps out of his bed and opens his curtains to see a beautiful sunset staring back at him.
“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?! What time is it?!”
“It’s currently 6 pm. Also, I thought you were actually trying to catch up on sleep.” Standing up, Law looks at (Y/N) in bewilderment before pacing around.
“I have stuff I need to do! Shit, I need to pay bills.”
“Done.”
Stopping in his tracks, Law stares at you. “What?”
“I said done. I paid them.”
“I also made a sheet with finances on everything I know we’ve spent at least together in the last month. I didn’t go through your mail. Went grocery shopping and cleaned the entire house. I did save some financing things so we can go through them together.”
“I-”
“I did everything.” A silence covers Law and you as you both look at each other.
“Why?”
“You always work so hard! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep in once since I’ve known you! For a doctor, you think you’d take care of yourself more.” Law watches as you cross your arms.
“I…Thank you.” Law says in almost a whisper. “But never let me sleep in again.”
“But you look so refreshed! Even if you got wild bedhead.” You tease. Law grumbles before trying to flatten his hair, only for it to bounce back. You can’t help but giggle.
“Maybe if you take a shower, it’ll fix it.”
“Alright. Now get out.” You can feel Law push you out of his room before closing the door.
“What? No ‘Thank you for waking me up (Y/N)?’” You say sarcastically.
“I would have said that if it wasn’t 6 pm!” His voice rang from behind the door.
“So ungrateful!” You chuckle before walking away towards the kitchen. The smell of dinner is too much to resist.
As soon as Law heard you walk away, a loud crash and curse left your lips.
“Fuck! Bepo, no!” Law quickly put on a decent shirt before running out to the dining room. His jaw dropped as he watched you holding Bepo, who had a whole grilled fish in his mouth.
“Spit it out! How dare you eat my fish, you asshole! I thought we were cool!” Law was speechless, so he watched his cat and roommate fighting over fish.
Turning your head, you saw Law just standing there. “Law! Help me! Little shit has my food!” You get a good grab on the fish, and just as you think you’ve gotten it, Bepo takes another bite.
Law can’t help but stiffle a laugh as he watches you fight with Bepo. When you finally lost grip of the fish, Bepo made a break for it, which led you to begin chase.
“Damnit, cat! Give it to me!” Law hears you yell from down the hall. Chuckling, Law moved to what used to be the dinner you made. Paw prints everywhere as well as nibble marks from Bepo’s teeth. White cat hair covering every inch of food.
“He’s never jumped on the table and ate our food before. What’s gotten into him?”
He could hear you stomping and cursing your way back to the kitchen, telling him that you were unsuccessful in your mission. When you entered the kitchen, you stood beside him and looked at the mess Bepo had reduced dinner to.
“Looks like he ate good tonight.” Law chuckled, trying to lighten up your now-soured mood.
“He probably just gained all the weight we’ve worked so hard for him to lose! Why would he do this? He’s never done this before!” You whine. With a frown, you begin to clean up the ruined dinner.
“This fucking sucks. I spent so long on this dinner for you, and he came along and ate it!” Law’s eyes widen upon hearing your words.
“You made it for me?” Law watches you stiffen before going back to normal posture.
“Yeah, I did. I wanted you to have a stress-free day, but Bepo decided to be an asshole and destroy dinner!” You sigh as you throw away the destroyed food before putting the dishes in the sink to wash.
“I don’t wanna order takeout 'cause I know you don’t like fast food. I just…” You sigh as you try to figure out what to do.
“Takeout is not that bad. We can order something and watch TV…together?”
Feeling your heartbeat pick up its pace, you gulp before answering. “You sure? I don’t wanna force you to eat food you don’t like just to cheer me up.”
“I’m sure we can find something. I think Olive Garden delivers?”
“Olive Garden, huh? Never took you for a pasta fan.” You joke, trying to lighten up the mood.
“I’m a sucker for restaurants who put actual effort into making their food.”
You laugh. “And our old classmates said you weren’t funny.”
“What? Who the hell said that?” Law’s offended tone made you smile.
“Doesn’t matter. You're a doctor making big bucks and saving lives while they're cleaning Mcdonald's bathrooms for quick cash.” Law couldn’t help but feel a slight smile tug at his lips from your words.
A laugh escapes Law’s throat. “I guess if you think so, that’s all that matters.” Law pauses as soon as he realizes what he’s said. Yet he doesn’t see how his words bring a smile to your face.
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You can’t help the smile that sticks to your face as you work endlessly to fulfill customers' orders. Your mind is running with the thought of Law and his smile.
“What’s got you all smiley?” Killer asks you as he cleans the counter.
“What? Am I not allowed to smile?”
“You are, but that’s not a regular smile you got on your face there.” His words make you stop in your tracks as you snap your head in his direction.
“You have someone on your mind, don’t you?” You can practically hear the smirk behind his mask.
“You don’t know what the hell you're talking about, Killer.”
“I bet it’s Law, huh? Doesn’t shock me. You’ve been his roommate for about five months and went through a breakup together.” You hit Killer in the arm.
“Shut up! What if someone hears you!” You whisper with a burning face.
“Afraid he’s gonna show up and hear me saying the truth?”
“Killer, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to murder you.” Killer only laughs as he looks at you.
“Yeah, okay (Y/N). Whatever you say.” You huff as you look down at the clean coffee machine in front of you. Killer’s words bouncing in your skull. You didn’t want to admit it, but maybe Killer was right. Perhaps you were falling in love with him again.
“I did have a thing for him in college. Before dating Eustass. I ended up falling for him during our time together working on that project.” Killer stops cleaning as he looks at you. Silent but wanting to hear your words.
“I don’t know what it was about him, but by the end of the project we were grouped together for, I had ended up falling for him. Hard. It took me a lot of convincing, but I thought that maybe he liked me too.”
“Did he?”
You stay silent before answering. “ I guess not because my best friend asked him out, and he said yes.” A deep pang shot through your heart as you remembered.
“She had told me afterward that she liked him since we started college but never told me until I talked to her about asking someone out. I didn’t say Law’s name, but he was the one I was talking about.” Sighing, you grip the counter.
“Her telling me she’s liked him since we started college broke me. How could I try dating the man I liked for a whole semester while my friends liked him from the beginning? It broke my heart to hear him agree to be her boyfriend. Having her bring him around was like torture the first few months.”
“While I, of course, never acted out of place with Law while he was with (.....), I only managed to get over him when I heard him say ‘I love you’ to her. That was when I knew I had lost. After a few months after that at graduation, I begin to date Eustass. After that, we slowly stopped talking and only saw each other when it was with (.....). Until five months ago.”
“When you caught Eustass and (.....)?”
“Yeah…When I caught them.” Your heart burns at the memory, but not as bad as it had been before. What used to be a stab in the heart now felt like a bee sting.
“How am I supposed to tell him that I’ve fallen for him again? What if he doesn’t feel the same? How am I supposed to live with him? Not to mention, ruin a friendship.”
“I suppose that does complicate things.”
“I don’t understand. How come this has to happen? It’s like the universe is doing this to fuck with me. Shoving something in my face that I want something I can’t have.” Killer stays quiet as he listens to you speak.
“It’s easier just to shove them down before you end up hurt.”
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“Is that a smile on our grumpy doctor's face? What’s got you all happy?” the charge nurse teased Law.
“Your the second person to tell me that, and it’s annoying me.” The nurse chuckled.
“Oh, please, Law. Everyone can see you’ve got something on your mind, or is it…someone?” The nurse watches as Law tenses, and his cheeks dust pink.
The nurse squeals. “It is!” She claps her hands in excitement. "You have to tell me! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
“No! I’m not telling you anything!” Law whisper yells.
“Aw, why not? I could give you advice!”
“I’m not telling you about my personal life! So stop asking!”
Huffing, the nurse gave up. “Fine! But here, there is a 3rd-degree burn case in room eight. Says a new co-worker turned up the coffee machine too high, and when it accidentally spilled on her hand, it scalded her.” Law snatches the clipboard and narrows his eyes at the nurse before making his way to room eight.
Opening the door, he expected anyone but the person before him. “(Y/N)?!”
“Hi, Law,” you chuckle nervously. “I didn’t know you worked in the ER.” Law can hear the nervousness in your voice. His eyes scan your body before seeing your bandaged hand. He carefully grabs your hand and looks at it.
“How did this happen?”
“A relatively new co-worker put the coffee temperature too high, so when I went to pour it and accidentally spilled some on me, it got all over my hand and burned it. I didn’t think it was that serious initially, but Killer made me come in. And now it turns out I have a third-degree burn.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Not really.”
“Well, you're an idiot for not coming in sooner.”
“It didn’t hurt other than the initial pain of being burnt!”
“That’s cause it burnt away your nerves!” Your shocked expression told him all he needed to know. Law sighs as he examines your burn.
“It’s definitely a 3rd-degree burn; you're gonna have to keep it bandaged and change it at least once daily. It’s not big enough to need surgery, but it’s still gonna scar. Drink a lot of fluids. I’m prescribing you an antibiotic to prevent infection.”
“Alright. Good thing I live with you. You can help me with it all.” You say with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes but with a smile.
“But forgetting about me, how’s your day going? Did you drink your fluids?”
“I’m the doctor, and you're the patient. Don’t try that with me.” Law chuckles.
“You seem to be popular with the ladies' Law. A lot of nurses are looking at you from outside the room.” Law’s head snaps to the doorway to see a few nurses sticking their heads into the room through the doorway.
“I’ll be back.” You giggle as Law walks away and out the door.
Leaving the room and closing the door, Law turns his head to the nurses. “What are you doing?!” Law whisper yells at them.
“She’s the one that's got you all smiley, isn’t she?!” The nurses squeal.
“No, she isn’t! She’s just my roommate until she finds a place she can afford!” Law tries to defend himself, but the pink that swarms his cheeks tells the nurses everything.
“She is! And you're even roommates with her! That’s perfect! Come on, you have to ask her out on an official date!”
“That’s not happening! God, you people are so nosy!”
“What’s stopping you-”
“I’m not her type, alright?” Law snaps, causing the nurses to hush.
Running a hand through his hair, Law sighs. “I’m not her type, so even if I did like her, she wouldn’t say yes.”
“How do you know?”
“I went to college with her. That’s all your gonna get.” Law runs a hand through his hair.
You rotten his brain and wormed your way into his heart. Somehow, in the semester-long project he did with you all those years ago, he ended up gaining feelings for you. There was just something about you. The way you laughed, your smile, how you always seemed as happy, the list could go on.
He was sure you liked him too. How you looked at him couldn’t be anything other than it, right? You’d scoot closer to him when you both worked on the project—texting him about things other than the project. Bringing him food you had made.
He wanted to, oh, how he desperately wanted to ask you out. So when he got a note on the desk he always sat on had a note that said to meet him at the park, he was so sure it was you. It had your handwriting and everything. It had to be you. And when he saw (.....), your friend instead of you, he was shocked.
She had told him that you had written the note for her cause she was too scared to do it during school hours. She had even joked about a double date with you and a guy you were thinking about asking out. He felt his heart break when he heard it. Did he really jump to conclusions and think you liked him when you could have just been friendly?
All these thoughts ran through his mind that day. He didn’t know why at the time, but he did say yes to (.....) asking him out on a date. Possibly to forget the pain he felt? A distraction? He didn’t know.
But now, those feelings he thought were snuffed out reappeared stronger than ever. He wanted to be with you all the time. All he could think about was you. Even worse than college. His dreams were filled with images of you. He heard your voice when you weren’t there. Almost everything reminded him of you. He could look at a cloud and somehow be reminded of a memory you two shared.
Ever since you moved in as well, his diet has gotten relatively healthier. While he still drank coffee and energy drinks nonstop, you always ensured he ate. Hell, you’ve even started making him lunches to bring to work two months ago when you found out he usually didn’t eat anything during his shift. He couldn’t help but chuckle cause with every lunch came with a terribly drawn Bepo picture on whatever color sticky note you had. Each one he kept in his desk drawer.
“Law! What do you want for dinner?” You yell through the rooms door to Law, causing him to be pulled from his thoughts.
“Just roommates, huh?” One of the nurses asked with a smirk while the others held smug grins. They could easily see through the stoic doctor's facade.
“Just roommates.” Law glares before entering the room to answer your question.
“I give it another month before he caves.”
“I say two. He seems to be pretty worried about his friendship with her.”
“True, I say three, though. Gotta give him time to boil in his feelings for a little longer.” The nurses converse with each other as they try to sneak peeks at the doctor and the cause of his smile.
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“Law, hurry up! It’s about to start!” You yell to him. The sound of his footsteps rings throughout the apartment, letting you know that he heard you.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Give me a second.” Chuckling, Law sits down next to you on the couch.
“I’m so excited! I can’t believe they’re making a Sora: Warrior of the Sea show! You know what that means, right?” You squirm in your seat in excitement.
Putting his feet up, Law looks at you. “ What does it mean?” He says with a smile.
“That means every Thursday we get to hang out and watch a new episode! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” You can feel your heart beating out of your chest from happiness as you smile brightly at him.
Law looked down at you and felt his heart leap. You were so excited to be near him. Telling him how you couldn’t wait for it to be a common occurrence. Despite him telling himself not to go down this road again. He couldn’t help but imagine how it’d be if you two were an actual thing—feeling your warmth against his cold frame, holding you close. Laying down next to you at night, hearing your soft breaths. Being able to admire your calm features as you sleep. And even feel your lips against his.
Law could see you sitting next to him, so close your thigh touched his. You didn’t seem to notice or care, which made his heart beat in his ears. He couldn’t even pay attention to the show, as he was more focused on you and how close you were to him. There was an itch inside him, telling him to do something. Now would be the perfect time to make a move, even if it was small. So, taking a breath, he took the risk.
Law moves his arm up slowly before laying it behind you on the couch. His heart beats rapidly, as he pretends not to notice he’s done it, giving you quick glances to see if you’ve noticed anything. So far, to him, you haven’t
But you noticed right away.
You were screaming internally with excitement and nervously biting your tongue. Could it mean he liked you too? Was it an accident? Either or made your heart beat against your ribs. Your head spins as you try to act cool and not show how excited you were to have him so close to you.
If he had made a move, then who were you to ignore it? So, with an internal deep breath, you lean back against his arm. His warmth makes a shiver run across your spine. It felt as if your face and body was on fire from his skin touching yours. You curled your toes in your socks as you tried to contain a steady breathing.
You take a swallow the lump in your throat as you decide to take a jump of hope. With a sharp intake of breath, you lean closer into Law, placing your head on his shoulder. His cologne flooding you like a calming aroma. In his arms felt like a dream come true. Laying against his shoulder as his arm laid behind your head.
Even though the you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Law or act on your feelings, sometimes it’s okay to lie. Even if it’s to yourself.
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“It’s just… not my type of scene, that’s all,”
“Your brother’s engagement party is not your type of scene?”
“Is that really surprising?”
“I guess not,”
The conversation fizzled out, as if it had any fighting chance anyway. Regulus kept staring at tiny details to keep himself steady. The lines in the brick wall in front of him. The way the wind blew away his cigarette smoke.
It’d been too overwhelming inside, filled to the brim with people he hadn’t seen in years. Hungry eyes filled with questions and inquisitions. The shimmering hue that came over everything. Like he’d wound up in an overexposed photo, flaring white and red and orange all over the dance floor.
“Look,” James started back up again. He didn’t even have the excuse of smoking to keep talking to him, “I know things have been - awkward between you and well, everyone, since uhm, uh, it all. And I don’t know if you’re here to reconnec-”
“I’m not here to make amends, James,”
That seemed to catch him off guard. Regulus wondered if James wasn’t used to him being this blunt. Ah, well. Too many things have changed for this not to change too.
He took a deep breath, “That’s fine. I just wanted to say, we all appreciate you being here,” he paused for a second. “Sirius. Even though he has odd ways of showing it, he’s glad you’re here. Remus, too, his whole ‘don’t ruin his day’ speech is just nervous jitters,” his hands were flailing along his words, like he was trying to mime them out.
Regulus looked down at the floor, fragments of silver confetti were taking the shape of real constellations over his shoes. Clever little bit of magic.
He didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t blame them for how they acted. Sirius - initial anger followed by weird sentimentality. Remus, all confrontation and ragged edges. He knew what they all went through. He knew all the betrayal that had left them this fragile.
He wasn’t here to ‘reconnect’. If he was, he’d be doing a piss-poor job at it. Was that something he wanted? He didn’t even consider it. Reconnect, and what then?
“It’s just – did you really have to crash in at 10 am after three years of refusing contact?”
It wasn’t an unfair question. Still, it prodded at something in his chest. Something that pulsated and smouldered. He instantly felt the urge to seize up, and push away. It disturbed him how easy it was crawling back into his old skin. The viscera automatically reworking itself into the shape it had once been.
This, he told himself, this is why he left. This place dragged the worst out of him.
If James was expecting an answer, he didn’t show it, leaning back on the brick wall beside him. As if the question was a mere suggestion, something to consider. He’d think it patronizing if it were anyone else.
He looked over at him. White shirt crumpled, sleeves pushed up, tie dishevelled and wonky. The hazy sheen the evening held seemed to swell as he looked at James. As if the stars had fallen and framed his face in their wake.
It was still there, he slowly realized. The tug of want. He felt his hands ache. The incessant urge to touch and feel. He’d tried so badly to bury it. It was still there, sticking its ugly head out of the sand.
Stilltherestilltherestillthere.
An awkward blob of emotion and pheromones and terrible circumstances. He couldn’t look anymore.
“I-” he heard himself start, as if he had no control over his own tongue.
“I’m not supposed to be here. The letter with the portkey was on my dresser. And I couldn’t-“He took a deep sigh, eyes flickering across the floor, “I couldn’t bear to fail him today too,”
The words hung between them. James didn’t react, only nodding slightly. He got the impression he was being treated like a skittish animal. Maybe he was.
“I get that,”
He turned his head towards him, eyebrow raised. “No you don’t,”
“Okay, maybe I don’t,”
A smile tugged on Regulus’ lips. James hadn’t changed a bit. Ever the empathetic, even when it made zero sense.
“Hey, I got you to drop the frown!”
He instantly went back to frowning again. This promptly led to James laughing, in a way that sent Regulus careening years back.
“Thank Merlin I haven’t lost the ability to do that,” James went on.
Snapshots flickered through his head. Himself, a miserable little thing, observing from across hallways and classrooms and Quidditch fields. He wanted to hate him so badly, the boy who’d stolen his brother. He never stood a chance.
The end was there as well. That year was nothing but an open wound in his mind, a festering, rotting tunnel of memories he tip-toed around. But James was there. The only person who could get anything resembling a smile out of him. The stars above the astronomy tower, brighter and brighter as winter turned into summer. Prefect rounds and silly little bickering. They were the only things he’d allowed himself to revisit.
There were so many things left unsaid. So many things Regulus abandoned when he took the Mark. That last night – the one where he pushed James away flashed across his mind. He’d taken whatever fragile relationship they’d had, and he smashed it to the ground.
They hung between them, too.
“I, uhm. I think I owe you an apology,”
James looked at him. Wide dark eyes that he knew shone startling hazel under the sunlight. It was unfair, this effect he still had on him. Turning Regulus into something soft and fragile and vulnerable, even after all this time. He thought he’d left it all behind.
“Yeah?”
“The way I left things, it wasn’t right. I don’t want it stand between us,”
“I thought you weren’t here to make amends?” The wink that followed made Regulus’ heart perform a disgustingly loud percussion routine.
“Yeah well. Some things you just can’t avoid,”
“Ah. And I’m one of those things?”
Yes. All the miles I put between us were useless. Yes. I can’t help but want to crash into you.
“No. I just can’t go back and have another thing I fucked up haunting me,”
James was suddenly somber again, as if he just remembered the grim details of everything that went down.
“Alright, that’s fair. Well, no need to apologize, after all that you did,”
This was wrong. Something was off. He was lying, all this faux calamity was for show.
He didn’t care how long it’d been since he last saw him, James had never not demanded more. More explanation. More words and whys and hows. It was one of the reasons he’d left things so untouched in his sixth year. James Potter would’ve tore down his defenses one by one, till he had none left.
He narrowed his eyes at him. It'd gotten cold outside, or maybe the alcohol warming him had dissipated. The noise from the party inside winding down. The cigarette butts littering the coarse ground.
It was tremendously uncomfortable, yet James had stayed for about twenty minutes, while Regulus smoked, talked and…for what?
“What is this really about, James? Why are you out here?”
“I- you just looked so upset and-“
“Plenty of depressed people at a wedding,”
“Engagement,” James corrected
“Whatever, same difference,”
“It very much is not when I’m the one who planned it all,”
“You planned all of this?”
“Uh, yeah. Why did you think I froze when you showed up? Estranged younger siblings really do throw a wrench into whatever party you have planned, y’know,”
He did not think about why James froze up, because he was too busy staring at Sirius, who looked like he could kill him, “I could imagine,”
The thought of James frantically planning an engagement party was a bit absurd, like something from those muggle comedies his roommates liked to watch. Despite the mood he’d developed, the urge to laugh filled his chest. The mental image of James, his hair more of a bird’s nest than usual, turning red over the wrong type of flowers or cake was incredible.
He supposed it did make sense, James was so close to both Sirius and Remus. Of course, he’d know exactly what they’d want.
That explained all the off-beat magic and tidbits of mischief he’d seen today. Those confetti constellation charms. Whatever the dance floor had that pushed people together. The ribbon streamers flying in between dull conversations, asking people questions. The empty glasses you could mutter whatever you wanted into. It was all so well-crafted. It made him ache.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was a ghost floating through.
“Uh, speaking of the wedding. I’m planning that, too. Obviously. As if they could hire someone better than me. But, uh, uhm.” He took a deep breath, like he was readying himself to jump off a cliff, “I kind of told them you’d stay till the wedding,”
At first, he thought he’d misheard. “You-what?”
“Told them you’d stay till the wedding?” He hesitantly said, “Sirius was such a mess, he couldn’t deal with the fact that you were leaving afterwards and I just- I panicked,”
He stayed quiet for a second, his mind slowly processing what he’d heard. When he did, he got the sudden urge to cry.
“I just- no. That’s-“Regulus found himself fumbling. He’d left this. He’d left this all behind, he couldn’t do this again. “No. No, I’m not coming back,”
“But-“
Sadness burned into anger, a whiplash of emotions that suddenly grounded him, he moved forward off the wall and fully faced James.
“You want to know why I left, James? This is why I left!” Regulus spat out, the harsh words contrasting with all the goddamned harmony everyone was in. All the joy and exuberant youth they were bathed in. He could choke on it.
“You don’t get to decide what I do, not you, not the Order, not my family, not any megalomaniac with a death-wish, okay? No one, no one but me!” The rasp in his throat caught him off guard. This – he couldn’t not have control, not after all he’d been through.
“What about the people you left behind?”
He found himself inching closer, staring into James’ eyes. “I do not owe anyone a fucking thing, Potter.”
“No.” James’ voice hardened. There. Regulus thought with sick satisfaction, there was the anger he’d so badly craved. James looked beautiful, face twisted with contempt. The anger Regulus deserved. “No. You don’t get to say that. Not after, not after what you did. Everyone was - I was fucked up for months after you left!” He paused.
“No idea of where you were or what you were doing. And then months go by - and you’ve turned sides but still refused to talk to any of us. How dare you?”
They both stopped after that, chests rising and falling with labored breath. Grey met brown. James swallowed, Regulus’ eyes flickered down to the movement.
And that’s all it took.
It wasn’t gentle, the way the crashed into each other – how could it be? All sharp angles, teeth, and digging nails. Things said and unsaid fell to the wayside. James’ hands grabbed his temples and dragged him inward. His own hand pushed at James’ tie, twisting it around his wrist and pulling in.
It was the farthest thing away from the chaste little touches they’d shared, a lifetime ago, fumbling through newfound confusion and attraction.
This was frustration and despair and regret poured into one. James tilted his head, beckoning Regulus closer. His hands let go of the tie, slamming him into the wall. The groan the came from James’ mouth lit something inside himself aflame. All he could do was push himself further. Closer, closer, closer.
James pushed himself off. Gasping for air. Regulus’ skin burned with all the lost warmth.
His face was vehement in the dull yellow light. Glasses pushed off, lost somewhere in their collision. His lips a violent red – slightly parted. Hair pulled into tufts, sticking out. All the anger that reverberated between them had cooled down into something feverish and restrained.
None of it mattered – the regrets and who’d left and who’d stayed. Not during a war. They were both wrong for bringing this up.
They fell into silence, shaky breaths, and piercing stares. Regulus felt his skin prickle with anxiety. His mind out of sync with his heart, he didn’t know what to think.
“I just needed to do that – at least once, if you meant it – leaving,” James muttered, words coming out in desperate breaths, eyes tracing his face.
“James, I can’t be here. Not like how you want. It hurts too much,” his voice came out pleading, a hoarse little thing.
James’ hand reached out, tucking Regulus’ hair behind his ear, the gentle touch a vivid contrast to all the desperate touches that preceded it. The urge to cry came back up again.
“That’s- it’s fine. I’m – I’m sorry I said what I did. I think I said it for my sake as much as it was for Sirius’, I thought about you – this, so many times. Even before you left, I didn’t care, I would’ve still been there,” his voice twisted with guilt at that last part, like he was confessing to a heinous crime. In Regulus’ eyes, he might as well have. He wasn’t proud of what he did – those last few months of war, hearing James say this sent a thrill of fear through his heart.
He would’ve destroyed him. He would’ve wrecked him to pieces.
He didn’t want to think about that anymore. It threatened to throw him off-balance. He looked over at James.
“I – I still want,” Regulus swallowed the rising sense of panic in his chest, he cleared his throat “I still want to be here. I just, I can’t be thrown in full throttle like today. You can’t expect me to just fold to whatever you want. But I still want to be here – when these things happen,” it was true, but he only realized it as he said it.
He still wanted the contact. The string to his past. He just couldn’t handle too much of it.
James laughed, a bright little noise that caught him off guard, “So like. Holidays and weddings? God, Regulus you are so – is that what we just had a full on screaming match about? You want to be a normal person living abroad and visit family on special occasions? I thought you wanted to disappear off the face of the earth and never be seen again,”
Regulus’ face burned with embarrassment – James was right, Regulus had blown up over the mere suggestion that someone would be in control of his life again. His therapist was going to have a field day with that one.
“You were the one that said I’d stay till the wedding,”
“Yeah, which is in twenty days?”
“Oh,” Regulus hadn’t thought about that. He should’ve realized – even after the war ended, people weren’t really keen on delaying weddings.
“Yeah, oh. What – you thought I’d keep you here for a year or something?”
Yes, that’s exactly what he thought. “No.”
James laughed again. Regulus wanted to memorize every second of it.
“Y’know it wasn’t really just a screaming match,” Regulus found himself muttering. They were still both so close. Face to face. The air had stilled around them.
“No it wasn’t,” James’ voice dropped low, his eyes finding Regulus’.
When they leaned in again, it felt inevitable.
Warmth filtered across his skin. James’ fingers gripped onto his hair, strong and unrelenting. His weight against Regulus’ own a welcome comfort. He could get lost in this. He could spend all his days here.
James broke away, yet again. Regulus felt like the rug was pulled out from under him.
“Listen, could we… talk about what we’re doing here?”
“I – what do you mean?” he felt dazed from the lost contact.
“This,” James gestured to the space between them.
“Um, I mean,” Regulus cleared his throat. “We can figure out a portkey system? I can’t give you any promises, I just. I’m barely holding on most days, but I can – for this, I mean, unless you just want something casual, which is fine. I guess. I shouldn’t have assumed. Yeah, that’d be-”
“Reg, you idiot,”
Oh. He should’ve realized, was this just a one off thing? Had he completely misread the situation?
“Has anything about us ever been casual?”
“No. I guess not.” He found himself laughing, none of it was particularly funny, it was just – relief. Weird, the difference a few hours could make in someone’s life.
James started laughing too. Seemingly, only because Regulus was. He linked their hands together.
“And Regulus?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time we have an argument, we really should do more than angrily make out about it,”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, maybe once in a while,”
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I was wondering if you, as a Dean fan have opinions about the different writers? Mostly because I see a lot of Dean fans really strongly dislike Dabb for some reason and I don’t really understand why. I’ve never seen a concrete explanation beyond “he can’t write Dean/doesn’t understand Dean/actively hates Dean” but with no examples as to what he does that’s so bad. And I see this in every shipping lane. I don’t have a strong opinion about him as a writer one way or the other.
I'm exploring this more as I rewatch the show (currently on season 6) so I'll speak mainly from that perspective on my most recent thoughts. I am not a big fan of Dabb or Loflin, but have tried to be fair about things so far when talking through each episode. I am a fan of "Alpha and Omega"—it's my favorite finale (it's also... a finale for a season Carver started as showrunner? So I don't know what the implications are there as far as storyboarding). Also points for having demon Dean stab a guy through in 10.02.
I'll focus on the negatives you asked about in this post, but in the links you'll find me moving the narrative this way and that toward much more charitable readings... I think. (I do have a tag #dabb disk horse which you can either peruse or blacklist at your leisure). What I can tell you is something almost always strikes me as a off about Dabb/Loflin episodes so far in this rewatch in terms of character work.
Dabb/Loflin's first ever episode was 4.06 "Yellow Fever". In the aftermath, Kripke felt the need to release a definitive interpretation of their episode to the public, stating, "Dean is not a dick... he's a hero." The whole episode toyed with, to an extent, the idea that all the victims of the MotW were bullies. You can take this other directions—for example, queer meta, or meta about Sam as the real bully. However, the story a lot of fandom latched onto was that "Dean is a jerk and deserves to be humiliated and punished for that" which obviously didn't make Dean fans watching live in season 4 happy—and this theme of Jerk!Dean continues into their next episode, "After School Special", where they once again parallel Dean with a bully literally nicknamed "Dirk the Jerk" by Sam, and throw what I think is transparent shade at Kripke's issued statement from before the Christmas break (post here)... or maybe they mean to throw shade at the Dean fans who got angry. In this episode, they also make illusions to Dean wanting to have sex with barely legal high school cheerleaders, which also did not ingratiate them to Deanfans at the time. I said on my last rewatch, "In After School Special, Dean seems more unlike himself than any episode ever in the history of Supernatural up to this point" (post explaining that here). I carry similar sentiments about portions of 5.06 "I Believe The Children Are Our Future". Yes—I am aware of performing Dean meta. I just... feel like they try a little too hard. It feels hamfisted—desperate. To the point it doesn't feel like Dean anymore sometimes. In 5.06, they also have Dean (guy who is generally very protective of kids) suggest to Jesse that he'd be good to have in a fight???? I can see how they got there, but again—it just feels... off. The last episode I rewatched that they authored, 6.04 "Weekend At Bobby's", also leaves a bad taste in my mouth—not in what it's trying to do with Bobby or what it's trying to do on a meta level—but once again, with dialogue from Dean that just makes me think "he would not fucking say that" (post here). I think looking at all of these, you can probably see deangirl ire toward Dabb has a long history. It's been around as long as he's been around, whether he deserves as much ire as he gets or not.
I haven't circled back yet on this rewatch, but Dabb and Loflin also penned season 7's "The Girl Next Door"... do I need to say anything specific? Maybe I'll just link my entire #amy tag. What narrative did they want you to get from that episode? Who the fuck knows. And that's often the problem:
When you watch various episodes I've mentioned, you can work around to a meta that tells you something different than you might at first think the page conveys—something hidden and maybe contradictory. The thing is... you could also... not do that? And that wouldn't be so bad, except that sometimes the two narratives you can most easily grasp completely contradict each other. "After School Special" can be an episode that points to Sam's envy of Dean and John deep down and foreshadows Sam becoming a bully, but on a meta level, it also just as easily says Sam becoming a bully is somehow Dean's fault, and Sam is some poor captive baby. Dean is a creep and a bully and a cheater but we should all coddle him because he saw his mom die when he was a child and he's sooo sad. "Yellow Fever" can be a queer meta story and might also foreshadow approaching Bully!Sam in 4.14, but it also very much does call Dean a jerk (should we take that seriously? should we not?) and implies Dean should be punished for the outcome of three decades of reality-bending torture. Even if it's a queer meta underneath... it's just as easily one about how closeted men should be humiliated for cowardice or how being closeted turns you into an asshole.
Jumping way ahead, I have to mention 15.10 "The Hero's Journey" just because. Yes, it is full of jokes and Garth goodness, but also tries to sell you the story that nothing about Sam and Dean is real, to a degree that feels like you are being flipped the bird for ever watching this show. And again—you can make meta that it's all a ruse! But is it? Or is Dabb actually just telling you to go fuck yourself? Like he totally wasn't when, after the SPN finale when fans were Not Happy™️, he tweeted a sign reading, "Don't feed the baboons"? Yet again—we play into the motif of the "hero" who isn't a hero at all but some pathetic loser who deserves to be publicly humiliated, bookended with Dabb's opening episode in his opening season. I'm not saying that's what it is on purpose—but I am saying you can make these arguments easily, and that leaves me consistently annoyed with Dabb for being fucking sloppy and leaving me to deal with some of the most insufferable meta imaginable that carries little support outside of episodes written by Dabb or the Dabb/Loflin writing team.... Yes—I am in fact saying that Dabb and Loflin's hamfisted episodes (regardless of their intentions) are largely responsible for some of the most insufferable, loathesome fandom metas about Sam and Dean's relationship around.
Look at 5.16 "Dark Side Of The Moon", and 7.08 "Time for A Wedding!" and 8.14 "Trial and Error", 11.17 "Red Meat", and 15.20 "Carry On". Along with 4.13, while they might or might not say something deeper or contradictory on a meta level, on a surface level, every single one of these episodes sows the narrative that Dean is needy and clingy and needs Sam more than Sam needs him—something I intensely disagree with for a multitude of reasons... but I'll just link this. Many of these episodes also follow a surface level narrative of "normal life obsessed Sam" (and here I'll link my entire #sam the hunter tag and #in which sam is not a helpless little waif with his hands cast over his eyes being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea). When I look at this episode list, I also don't find it at all difficult to believe that Dabb wanted Dean to die in the finale. There is nothing at all shocking about that. And yes—you can argue he's pointing to the opposite—that this fate should be subverted and that's what makes 15.20 the dark ending, but I think you can just as easily argue that yes it's a dark ending and yes Dabb has always dreamed of this ending. A "tragic" ending where Dean dies and Sam goes on to have a white picket fence... while also leaving you little hints along the way that maybe it's all a big ruse because how could he not? He never has to explain anything. Someone else will pick up the story and make it make sense. He's already fucked off to piss all over fans of Resident Evil.
That said, when I mention what I feel is off character work, I mainly mention Dabb/Loflin episodes from my recent rewatch, which suffer from the two of them being newer to the series (coming onto the writing team in season 4) and also leave questions about whether, perhaps, they had conflicting ideas about characterization. Was Dabb the one penning these lines? Was it Loflin? Was it both? Did they trade out who took the lead? I didn't really say anything negative about "Sam, Interrupted" or "Jump the Shark"... (though "Sam, Interrupted" also calls Dean "codependent") who wrote those? Is it possible that the messiness of the meta comes down to two writers at war? I have to imagine though, that they got along, or else they wouldn't have written together for four fucking years. If they didn't get along...? My mind always comes back to their first solo episodes, right after splitting up in season 8. Dabb's first solo episode is "Hunteri Heroici"—the only episode to lend any perspective to season 8 Sam's reasons for abandoning everyone—paralleling him checking out with Fred's catatonia, which Sam has to save Fred from. It is the only episode that lends Sam sympathy in the early part of the season. He follows it up with "Trial and Error"—where Sam promises to save Dean from suicidal thoughts. Loflin's first solo episode is what I would regard as the most scathing solo episode commentary on Sam in the entire series—"Citizen Fang". Then he writes again right after Dabb's "Trial and Error"—penning "Remember The Titans" where Sam tells Dean to get over the promise Sam so passionately made in Dabb's episode and face reality.
This is why we're exploring this rewatch.
DISCLAIMER: Now I just devolve into bitching because I'm writing at 3AM. Proceed at your own risk.
It seems like these days, everyone demands an explanation for disliking Dabb (something about some sort of destiel battle... I don't know what that flamewar is and I don't give a damn tbqh.) I guess I've just been wondering what's actually so great about him. Because it feels like people have overcorrected to basically acting like he's god's greatest gift to mankind. People point to how meta his episodes can be, but I think other writers easily best him on that front on multiple occasions (particularly enjoyed by me so far on this rewatch: 3.10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me", 4.04 "Monster Movie", 4.12 "Criss Angel Is A Douchebag"), and without leaving their meaning so up in the air that you don't even know what the hell they were actually trying to tell you because there are two different completely incongruous narratives you could just as justifiably claim were the intended one. Some people may find that duality praise-worthy. I don't. I find it sloppy—and when I add in mediocre character work, I just land on the side of him being, at the very best, mid.
Add him in as showrunner, you have... at least two of my least favorite seasons (13 and 15). Add that he's a one-trick pony in terms of the Sam and Dean conflicts mentioned above that he continuously rehashes rather than come up with anything new or fresh, and the same conflicts between Dean and Cas being played out until they both die (shut UP I'm not talking about canon destiel as the alternative—I am literally just asking for more diverse conflicts). I can't say I understand what I''m supposed to find so impressive.
(Before anyone so much as breathes this near me, Berens also sucks and I am going to tear off your nose hairs if you start bringing him up as if disliking Dabb for some reason means wearing rose colored glasses about Berens. Berens can eat a whole cactus raw over "The Trap" alone.)
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Can you do an old man criminal young soldier body swap, please?
Ben, the freshly enrolled cadet, had to wake up early that day. Why? Because some old dipshit had to escape prison few days ago and was rumored to be in the area nearby. The military was there to help the police in order to capture this escapee.
The split into groups. Ben's group got the forest. They got near an old cabin that has been abandonem many years ago
They searched the area and entered the building. Besides discovering some voodoo rituals they also found proof of someone squatting here not that long ago. There was a warm lighter on the doorstep of the backdoor entrance.
Ben's P.O.V.
"He can't be far. Must have heard us closing in." one of my firends screamed out.
The group got out of the building. I stayed behind to take photos and look for more evidence for the police. What I didn't expect was that he run out of the secret room beneath the floor and jump me.
He was strong for an old man. But he had an advantage, because I honestly had no idea that he was there. I have to get him or I'll get in trouble.
A fight followed. He managed to get me on the ground and choke me. Then he pulled away a bit, because he resched for the voodoo totem in the middle of the ritual. He snapped the totem in half. Bunch of mess, dust and something smelly fell directly into mine and his face.
The last thing I remember was him laughing hysterically. Then, darkness.
I woke up to the sound of my group approaching. They must have heard the screaming and the old man's laughter. I opened my eyes and then pain followed. My face was pressed on the ground. My hands behind my back, handcuffed.
"Now you'll go back where you belong fucker." I heard a VERY familiar voice.
I turned my head and saw my own body talking to someone. At that moment, I don't know what came over me. I got hysterical. Maybe if I explained who I am and gave them some details, then they might have trusted me. But I only screamed and cried and scream again.
The police arrived and the last thing I saw was my body looking at me with a mischievous grin, grabbing my body's crotch and winking at me.
This can't be happening
Abraham's P.O.V.
I am finally free. The escape was only a small part of the plan. The bigger one was to get all the ingredients to do the ritual and swap with someone. Poor fucker, he's gonna get a proper beating in jail. Well that's not my problem now. My only goal is to go unnoticed and start my new young life.
Ah, man. I can't wait much longer. They have to leave now or else I might explode all this cum right here in these clothes.
It took them 30 more minutes before they left me alone. I didn't have any chores as a reward for capturing him. Heh, right you fuckers. I won't be staying much longer.
I collapsed on the chair. Pretending to be someone else is surprisingly more stressful than I rememeber.
Anyway. Time to explore this new body! Wait! This guy seems strong. Let me just try something
Holy shit. What a stamina. It doesn't even hurt to lift myself. And those abs. Yeah. I'll be enjoying this. I laid down on the bed.
These are so hot man. I have NEVER in my life had these before. He must be in great shape overall.
I took off my shirt and decided I want to have some fun
Let's show these fucker's who's really storno. I got into the gym to show off my new body. Some of the guys tried not to look at me, but others just kept staring.
I went to the showers to enjoy myself in the mirror. Someone left their shaving cream and I could already feel the need to shave.
"Man, I look great!"
I took off the rest of the clothes and hopped into the shower. Being this fit is truly awesome. The tightness and horniness that I feel from beeing this strong is undiscrabable. I started jerking my new cock. Which was nicely curved, not that big, but wide enough to please some of the women I'm about to fuck. Or men, who knows.
I masturbated with no shame at all. Someone even came during my session and rather left instead of watching me enjoy myself. I finished all over the floor and just left it there.
Before the end of the day I was released from my duties for many inappropriate behavioirs. How should I know that those guys don't like to experiment with each other. I don't know what their issue was.
Anyway, I got on the nearest bus to get into town. Found the nearest shop and got me some fine cigarettes.
"I have missed this so fucking much" I said before coughing rapidly. "Not used to it, huh boy? Well don't worry, that's about to change" I took a puff of my cigarette heading of to the nearest bar.
A new life begins!
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Our Little Secret (Part 40)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,
When Cillian arrived at home, he was surprised when he saw Amanda's car parked in the driveway and her sitting on his porch, looking at him as he walked through the gate.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he spotted her, trying to avoid the impending confrontation.
Amanda looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and defiance. "I wanted to talk to you. To explain things," she said, her voice quiet and hesitant.
"Am, there is nothing for us to talk about. You spiked my fucking drink and tried to ruin my life," Cillian spat out, feeling a surge of anger and disgust as he looked at her.
"I know, I'm sorry. I was stupid and impulsive, and I can't take it back," Amanda replied, her voice trembling as she looked up at Cillian. "But I wanted to apologize and explain why I did it."
Cillian shook his head, feeling his anger and disgust grow as he looked at Amanda. "I don't care why you did it. It doesn't change anything," Cillian said, cutting her off. "You had no right to interfere in my life like that," his voice was filled with venom and anger.
Amanda looked down at her hands, her eyes filling with tears. "I know, I messed up. It was a stupid and rash decision, one that I regret now," she said softly. "But I did it because I still love you Cillian. I always have. I can't help it." Amanda whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at Cillian with tears in her eyes.
Cillian stared down at Amanda, his anger and disgust warring with a deep sense of pity. He knew that she had been hurting since their break-up, that she had been struggling to move on just like he had, but he never imagined that she would go to such lengths to try and get him back. It was a reckless and dangerous decision, one that could have ended with disastrous consequences.
"Amanda, that's not love. What you did was dangerous," Cillian said, his voice laced with anger and betrayal. He couldn't believe that Amanda would stoop so low, all because she couldn't let go.
Amanda's face fell, and tears began to stream down her cheeks as she looked up at Cillian. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just wanted you back," Amanda choked out, as she continued to sob uncontrollably.
"Look, Amanda, I can't just forget what you did. But I do appreciate the apology," he said, his voice softening slightly as he looked at her.
Amanda nodded, her eyes still filled with tears as she looked up at him. "Thank you Cillian. The whole ordeal with, you know, the abortion and all took a really bad toll on me. I have been struggling with terrible guilt after the procedure and I know that, what I did, was dumb. I shouldn't have blamed you for it all," she admitted, her voice wavering as she spoke.
Cillian sighed deeply, feeling conflicted. He knew that Amanda was hurting, and he felt somewhat responsible for that.
"I never asked you to have the procedure," he reminded her, gently and Amanda nodded, looking down at her hands.
"I know, but you left me for Y/N shortly after and I was just really hurt," she whispered, still fighting back tears.
"I did, but I never meant to hurt you, Am," Cillian admitted, his voice laced with regret. "And I thought that I could make it work with Y/N just after Mara was born, which is why I left you. But hey, apparently, I can't," Cillian confessed, his voice laced with that same regret, as he looked down at the floor and shook his head.
Amanda sniffled before wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Well, it looks like you are as unhappy as I am, huh?" she said, looking up at Cillian with a contrite expression and he realised that, perhaps, after what had just transpired, he was.
There was silence between them for a while as they both remembered the past and the pain that they had caused each other.
"Do you, uhm," Cillian finally broke the silence, trailing off before looking at Amanda with a serious expression. "Do you want to come in for a wine? I could actually do with some company" he said, his voice low and hesitant.
"Are you sure you actually want that?" Amanda asked, a hint of surprise in her voice as she looked up at Cillian. "I mean, after everything that has happened between us, I didn't think that you would want me to come in," she continued, her voice softer now, tinged with an undertone of sadness.
Cillian looked at Amanda for a long moment before eventually nodding. "Just don't spike my drink again ," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Amanda chuckled, wiping away the last of her tears. "I promise I won't. I've learned my lesson," she said, looking up at Cillian with a hint of a smile.
"I fucking well hope so," Cillian shrugged and opened the front door, letting her in.
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Wasted
Mizu x Fem!Reader
CW: Overuse of alcohol
WC: 1.4k+
A/N: Uses he/him and she/her pronouns. Depends on who is around Mizu.
"I thought you didn't drink," Akemi said to Mizu.
Her arms were folded against one another and her forehead was resting on her forearms.
"I don't," she hiccuped.
"Then why do it?" I asked, nudging Mizu with a chopstick.
"Stop that, Y/N," she slurred.
"Just making sure you're alive."
"I am," she breathed in deeply, exhaling loudly. "Slowly dying and regretting this decision."
"Looks like you found something you could beat Mizu at," I looked over at Taigen.
"He should know better to not challenge me," Taigen smirked.
Mizu, without raising her head, raised her hand and flipped him off.
"I'm going to have to drag you out of here again, aren't I?"
"I'm sorry, Y/N," she said.
"It's fine. Not like we're not dating or anything."
Her head lifted up and she squinted at me, "We're dating?"
"Yes," I said smiling, seeing her flushed face. It was always cute whenever her face is either pink or red. It's especially cute with her Rudolph nose on cold days.
"How did I land someone like you?"
"I was about to ask the same question," Taigen smirked once more at me.
I shot him a glare and grabbed underneath Mizu's arm, hoisting her up.
"Thanks for the night, guys," I waved to Akemi and Taigen.
Walking out of the bar, I made sure one of Mizu's arms was wrapped around my shoulders while I held her by the belt she was wearing.
"Come on, Mizu. I'm not strong like you, but you need to help me out here."
"I'm trying," she hiccuped once more.
"Should I call Ringo?"
"N-No," she shook her head. "It's not like our apartment is far."
"I know. But I hate walking all that way when you're barely standing. You need to know your limits when it comes to alcohol. And Taigen."
"He just wants me drunk so he can fight me. That's the only way he can really win and he knows it."
"Then why do it?"
"Because I know you'll step in and prevent it."
"That is if I am with you. I can't help you out if I am not there, Mizu."
"I know."
I hoisted her up a bit before walking towards the apartment. We lived together with Ringo, as they are roommates. I know Ringo is not going to enjoy this. Especially since this is the second time she has gotten drunk like this within the week. Reaching the apartment building, I grabbed my key and headed inside, making my way towards the elevator. There was no way I could carry Mizu up the stairs in the current state she was in. She could barely lift her feet. Standing by the elevator doors, they opened up and I stepped in, pressing the button.
"Y/N?" Mizu asked.
"Yes, Mizu?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For getting like this," she said, tears dripping onto the floor.
The worst thing about Mizu being drunk was she got sad. She was a sad drunk. I think that's why she doesn't touch alcohol in the first place. Unlike Taigen who gets loud and celebrates, Mizu's past comes back to her and she begins to do things that I worry about. Such as mumbling about how she was seen as a monster and how she would be better off not here. It scared me, but I'd always keep a close eye on her.
"Mizu, there's nothing to be sorry about."
"But you have to take care of me when I get like this. Make sure I don't do anything bad to myself."
"I'm always going to look after you, Mizu. No matter what state you're in."
"I don't deserve you."
"But you do," I said as the elevator doors opened.
Stumbling down the hall, I found our door and unlocked it, announcing myself to Ringo who was in the kitchen.
"Drunk again?" he asked.
"Unfortunately," I said, tossing my keys onto the counter.
"I'll start getting something made for her hangover."
"Thanks, Ringo," I walked over to the couch.
Removing her arm, I slowly lowered her to the couch and she laid down, her eyes blinking like a frog's.
"Get some rest, Mizu," I said, rubbing my hand up and down her arm, kissing her forehead.
"You're pretty," she smiled at me.
"So are you," I said and walked towards Ringo.
"Was he planning on fighting Mizu again?" Ringo asked as I helped him.
"Yes."
"That's the second time this week."
"Well, Mizu did kind of hand his ass back to him in their last sparring match."
"Rightfully so. Mizu is better than Taigen will ever be."
"But Taigen can't let that go. That there is someone out there who is better than him."
"Do you think it's because they once knew each other?"
"Maybe. Either way, he needs to let go of his resentment towards Mizu. Even if he does act friendly around her, I know the minute they're alone he would take any chance to rip out Mizu's throat."
"You do a lot for her," Ringo said.
"So do you."
"But you're her significant other."
"Yeah," I said.
"Do you find it tiring?"
"No," I said without hesitation. "I love Mizu. And Mizu, while she has trouble showing love at times, she does love me."
Ringo handed me a bowl once he had finished. Walking over to where Mizu was, I knelt down beside her. Shaking her awake slightly, her eyes blinked open.
"Here, drink this," I handed her the bowl.
Lightly placing her lips to the rim, the broth slipped down her throat. She lurched forward and spit it out, coughing slightly.
"Too much?" I asked.
She shook her head, "H-Hot."
"Sorry, Mizu."
I waited a few minutes until we repeated it. This time it was a bit colder for her. Once she finished, I walked over to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink, since Ringo had gone to bed. Grabbing a towel, I cleaned up the mess as Mizu was laying on her back now.
"Feeling any better?"
"Kind of," she mumbled.
Once I had finished cleaning up, I walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the couch. Tears were filling her eyes and they slowly rolled down her cheeks. Reaching over, I wiped a few of them away.
"Why do you do this?"
"Do what?"
"Take care of me?"
"Because I love you, Mizu."
"Why?"
"Why? Why do I love you?"
"Yeah. Sometimes I ask why you love me. How you could have fallen in love with someone like me."
"Well, at first it was your eyes that drew me in. Then it was your strong and sometimes ill mannered temper. Then it was your strength. Both physically and mentally. Y-You're someone I always wanted to be, Mizu."
"A monster?"
"In control of your fate."
"How am I in control?"
"You could have let revenge overtake you when Taigen was trying to be friendly towards you. I know you have a bit of a rivalry going on, but it makes you stronger. It just shows you're more in control of your emotions and everything. Mizu," I reached down and intertwined my hand with hers. "I love you for who you are, not what you are."
"You love a monster, Y/N."
"I love you, Mizu. I don't care if you view yourself as a monster, because you're not one to me. You're not one to Ringo. You're Mizu to us."
She let out a sigh, a small smile tugging at her lips as she turned and faced me.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, too, Mizu," I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Let's get you to bed."
I helped her get up, since she was still a bit hungover. We didn't even take one step when she tripped, causing me to fall and she fell on top of me.
"M-Mizu," I tried to get her up, but she was passed out.
I let out a sigh, trying to think about how to get out of this situation. Mizu was heavy, in terms of muscle mass, and I couldn't dead lift her even if I tried. Sighing, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.
"Goodnight, Mizu."
In the morning, I blinked my eyes open and found Mizu resting on my chest, looking up at me, a smirk on her face.
"Morning to you, too, Mizu," I said.
"Morning," she said.
"What's with the smirk on your face?"
"Nothing," she said.
"Mizu," I said sternly.
"Alright, fine. I was awake when I fell on you last night."
"You were?!"
"Yep."
"How come you didn't get up? I slept terribly on the ground with you on top of me."
"Figured it was cute," she smirked.
"Ha-ha," I said, shoving her off of me.
"Hey!"
"Maybe next time I'll let Taigen beat the shit out of you."
"You'd never let that happen," Mizu stood up, stumbling slightly.
"You never know," I said.
"I know you too well, Y/N. The minute he'd come too close to me while I am drunk, you're getting me out of there."
"Next time I won't. Maybe you'll learn your lesson," I smiled cheekily at her.
"Asshole," she said in a flat tone.
"Dipshit," I said.
We both smiled at one another, knowing it was a term of endearment for us.
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Of course, Izuku can't have his moment without some people having an issue about it.
Not surprised, anything involving Izuku Midoriya someone is going to hate and has been for almost 10 years now.
Here's the thing that honestly has pissed me off about the fandom. And you know what, I know some of you are going to think I'm a bitch about this, but at this point? I don't care. I'm now at a limit that has been pushed.
When it comes to Izuku Midoriya, some of you seem to forget that he is an individual. This is still HIS story he's telling.
Look, I got my ships, but damn it. Sometimes, I want these characters to still be perceived as their own characters.
Katsuki showing up this chapter was enough for me. Yes, he is a big part of Izuku's story, but... I feel like it would not be right for him to be more included in AFO and Shigaraki's ultimate defeat.
Last time I checked, Katsuki was only a temporary OFA user... FROM A MOVIE. His journey didn't completely evolve around One For All. Izuku's did.
When Katsuki was having his awesome moments fighting AFO when he was a kid and a baby (AFO), I ain't seen no one going "Oh, Izuku should be by his side, BakuDeku" or anything like that. No, y'all was cheering Katsuki on and seemed satisfied that Izuku served as support.
That's all this fandom ever does is see as Izuku as support for Katsuki, just he always has to have his story evolve around Katsuki and nothing else.
He's the main character, but with some of you? He's not allowed to have his own moments to shine. He's not allowed to think about anything else but Katsuki. He's not allowed to put down the villain he was meant to face unless Katsuki is there to take the shine away.
Be honest, that's how you feel, isn't it?
Like, damn, Katsuki already won the last how many popularity polls!! When are y'all going to rest and let Izuku Midoriya be front row and center in his own damn story?!
I don't hate Katsuki, but I'm starting to dislike a lot of his fans.
Same for Shoto.
Look, Shoto also being more involved like how some of y'all wanted for this chapter would make no fucking sense to me. His fight was always meant to be against Dabi. His story involved his family. Izuku wasn't there fighting Dabi, so why in the hell should Shoto share some of the big moment when Izuku takes out ShigAFO?
How would that be fair for Izuku?
Some of you didn't even like Izuku being involved with the family drama and later he wasn't for the big fight because the Todoroki Family Drama wasn't for him.
As with Katsuki, Shoto is still a supporting character. He's a big one, but oh my gosh!!
I literally just woke up and the bull I'm already seeing is ridiculous, it is.
Sometimes, I feel like some of you who think they know the story haven't been paying attention at all. Some of you, I feel have that "this character should have been the main character" mentality so when Izuku does MC things, you go into some frenzy over it. Some of you, I feel should take off the damn shipping goggles and for once realize that these characters are still individuals and percieve them as such. Horikoshi, if you read this... don't make any ship canon. The fandom can settle for fics.
Ten years... for ten years... as much as some of you demean Katsuki for his actions, you act just as he did towards Izuku. Treat Izuku like some damn punching bag. You don't even have to like the story, I don't give a damn.
He gets moments to shine, it's a problem. "No, this character should be---" Just stop!
I'm not saying Horikoshi's writing is perfect. I'm not saying you have to like Izuku. I'm not even saying I'm an expert on BNHA because I'm still learning the story, too.
But what I am saying is, and it's going to sound bitchy, is that y'all are so blinded and muddled by your criticism and shipping that you're quick to make judgments. You're quick to rush and not sit back and really try to understand what's going on and your hatred or indifference towards Izuku is just doing a disservice to not just the story, but to yourselves. The way some of you think will ruin the experience for you and some of you sound like jerks, for real.
Like, every character is important to BNHA in some way, yes. But what about Izuku Midoriya? Doesn't his importance matter, too?
Or is he just some character for you to hate on or some character you only value for shipping purposes?
Feel how you about this chapter (even though it was just leaks and not the officially out chapter, let alone THE WHOLE DAMN STORY!! BNHA AIN'T FINISHED YET!!), I don't care.
But oh my gosh... do better, just do better.
It isn't just this fandom. It's all fandoms. There's this trend now of "criticizing" the main characters or saying "they're not really the MC" or how their value as a character for shipping purposes.
This can apply to any character, but right now I'm focusing on main characters.
When it comes to main characters, you should understand them most of all to understand the story and a lot of you or at least the loud minority have failed drastically.
#i mean it is still HIS damn story#i get some criticisms like pacing alright#but come on#izuku get behind me 99.8% of this fandom don't care about you#'but i do--' no you don't no the fuck you don't#just kiya's thoughts#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha 423#bnha manga spoilers#bnha spoilers#bnha leaks#mha leaks#midoriya izuku#izuku midoriya#deku
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g e n s o - 1 3.
you groan feeling a sudden pressure hit your head as you wake up slowly in the infirmary.
fluttering your eyes you look around to see bakugou asleep in the chair by your side.
"what..?" you groan feeling disoriented, looking down you see your leg in a cast. "oh cmon...." you whine, waking up bakugou.
"goddamn your loud..." he mutters as he stretches, "took you long enough to wake up.."
"what happened? why am i here?" you ask signaling to your body and around you.
"okay so... you made it to the finals in the 1v1's... fought against me and thats why you're here.." he pauses, "but- you did get third out of everyone"
"really bakugou." you reply with a deadpan expression, "you really had to put me back in a cast after i had just gotten out of one?"
"its not like i was trying to genso!" he shouts, "would you rather me go easy on you and show everyone that you still cant beat me, or fight you like i would with everyone else to show that you are strong?" he asks with a scowl.
you widen your eyes as you realize his reason, "oh..." you look down, "thanks then.. i guess.." you mutter before looking up at him, "okay but seriously though howd i end up in here?? every time i get injured i somehow end up in here but i have no idea how..."
he clears his throat, "thats not important... but now since your up ill be heading out.. damn shitty hair forced me to stay here until you woke up.." he mutters standing up.
"oh.." you sigh slightly looking down. why do i feel kind of disappointed that hes leaving...?
he stops right before he exits, "for what its worth.. i think a lot of pros were impressed by our fight. you did well genso." he states before opening the door.
"thanks.." you mumble with a slight blush covering your cheeks.
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you limp into class slowly the next day.
as soon as you open the door, your crushed by mina, "oh my gosh! are you okay?? are you feeling better?? i was so worried y/n!" she rambles pulling away and checking over your body.
"chill out mina... at this rate shes gonna get hurt from you.." chuckles kirishima walking up to you with a soft smile, "how you feeling?"
"way better.." you chuckle, "okay but seriously though.. who took me to the infirmary?? because whenever i get hurt i always end up there, but i dont know how..."
"okay babe.. get ready cause its quite shocking..." giggles mina, "its yours truly... mr. bakugou katsuki over there..." she whispers while jabbing her thumb in his direction.
you let out a laugh, "hah! thats a good one..! but no really.. who is it..?" you sigh as your laughter dies down.
"we're being serious.." repeats kirishima with a slight grin.
you widen your eyes, "no fucking way..." you look at mina, "but he hates me..!"
"well he must hate you soooo much that whenever you get injured during class he just has to pick you up and rush you to the infirmary..!" she says sarcastically.
"yeah.. he did that during entrace exams too! i honestly thought you two were a thing.. kinda like an old couple yknow?" kirishima quips in with a grin.
"yeah exactly!" mina agrees, bouncing on her heels. "im sure everyone in class thinks it too from the way you two act around each other..! theres just- so much tension!" she squeals.
you clasp your hand over her mouth, "shush..!" you blush, pulling her away from bakugous hearing range. "you two are so loud..!"
"is someone getting flusteredddd...?" teases kirishima with a dopey grin.
"kiri!" you gasp, "youre supposed to be on my side here..!" you grunt slapping his arm lightly.
"no way..! do you like him..?" she asks with a slight whisper. "cmon tell ussss..!" she repeats, poking your shoulder.
you blush heavily, "n-no..! i mean- i dont think so..! ughhh.. i dont know- im not sure..!" you respond frustrated.
"yknow what i just heard?" says mina with a grin, "i like him i just dont wanna accept it!!" she answers with enthusiasm.
right as you start to open your mouth mr. aizawa walks in. "this conversation isnt over..!" you whisper before sitting down in your seat.
"listen up everyone" sighs aizawa, "the hero offers for each one of you have came in..." he says before turning on the projector and presenting the results.
you widen your eyes as you find your name with 3632 offers, "geez... thats a lot.."
"now since you all have made a name for yourselves today you all will be figuring out your hero names." states aizawa, "to help with that midnight will be monitoring over you all" he says welcoming midnight to the front before walking out.
you look at the slate on your table. cmon... whats a hero name i can use..? you think groaning slightly.
"can you stop whining genso?! i cant concentrate!" barks bakugou as he hits you in the head with his slate.
huh. maybe genso isnt a bad hero name... you let out a small smile before quickly scribbling it on your board and raising your hand, "im ready..!"
midnight smiles beckoning you to the front, "okay.. im gonna be known as the elemental hero: genso" you state with a small smile.
"traditional japanese! i love it!" claps midnight with a happy smile on her face.
"HEY I MADE THAT NAME UP GENSO! YOU CANT JUST USE THAT AS YOUR HERO NAME-" yells bakugou as he shoots up.
"well then... i guess i can thank you for your brilliant nicknames" you grin playfully, sitting down.
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you stare at the paper of offers with your eyebrows furrowed. which offer do i choose...? theres so many..!
soon the bell rings causing you to stand up and place the papers in your backpack. slinging it over your shoulder you head your way out.
"genso..!" calls a voice from behind you, "wait up."
you turn and see bakugou glaring at you, "what is it?" you ask slightly intrigued.
"where are you gonna go for your offer..?" he asks gruffly looking to the side.
"uhh.. im not sure yet. why..?" you ask slightly confused to why he wanted to know.
"you should go for endeavor... one of your weakest elements is fire no..?" he says walking beside you.
you nod a bit, "huh.. your right, maybe i might go for him then. what about you?"
"im going for best jeanist. he is the no. 4 hero for a reason so i might as well see what hes all about.." he mutters.
"really?" you ask incredulously, "i would never see you going for him to be honest... hes so reserved and well.. your so- not reserved..?" you say trying to sound as nice as possible about your true opinion.
"you calling me a mess genso?" he snarls, glaring at you.
"no..! not at all..!" you chuckle sheepishly. "okay well maybe i was..." you admit scratching your neck. he chortles slightly, causing you to widen your eyes in shock. "no way you just laughed..."
he suddenly snaps back to his original self, "the fuck you say..?" he says setting off mini sparks in his palm.
"well.. it was nice seeing you bakugou but ill be off- bye....!" you exclaim, quickly running away.
bakugou stared at you running off, chuckling to himself lightly.
what is this feeling...?
previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12
next part: your all caught up for now!
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LMK Headcanon ✨Dump✨
⚠Spoilers⚠
(Excuse Grammar or Spelling Mistakes 😢 I am trying English is a hard language to learn)
1. Wukong never truly understood that Macaque Died that day. As Days turns to Months into Years, off the Macaque not coming after him like he would always do (Always has been just a few steps behind him). He was confused, worried, and scared. Did he hurt Liu'er so much that he's taking a long time to heal? is he so angry? is he ok? is he back home ? where is he?...
2. I don't know the canon reason for why DBK fought Wukong but I headcanon that DBK fought him for revenge for killing Liu'er and during or maybe before they fought. Wukong went and asked DBK and PIF where Mac was and if he was ok? because he wasn't back in FFM. This obviously angered the couple (especially PIF) and everything just escalated and then BOOM DBK is trapped for thousands of years and Wukong was left with surprise, surprise nothing but more confusion and anxiety. Years passed and he just developed this mind set that Mac hates him so much the mere silhouette of him was repulsive.
3. Mac has memory problems after he gets revived.
4. Sandy holds Weekly Tea and Cat Day (It's really group therapy but that's unimportant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) with everyone in his boat house. When the brotherhood came along it became a 2 times a week kind of thing, where everyone just needed to attend at least once.
5. °SilkTea (Huntsman x Sandy) Headcanon
It took approximately 3 months before Sandy realized he basically asked if he could court Huntsman that day he gave him the tea bag 🤣. And he found out he didn't particularly mind 😏.
6. The other monkeys in FFM really miss Mac but they know that they can't voice this to Wukong because they know that out of all of them his the most affected.
7.... No body died
8. The Traffic Light Treo have the tendency to sleep in a cuddle pile, where ever they decided is a good sleeping/napping spot.
9. Wukong found out Mac Died that day when he was possessed by the LBD. (wait is Lady Bone Demon her name? or is it her title? ... or is that a type of demon? ) ... Anyways I Have a whole scene for this one 🥺
• The real Reason Wukong was possessed was because he let his guard down when LBD showed him a what if scenario. Where in the fight against heaven didn't fail, where Mac didn't "leave". Where they returned to FFM sitting side by side eating peaches. Where he finally got the courage to officially court Mac. Where they were Happy together, never apart (like how they were supposed to). It was too late when Wukong realized what the LBD was doing thus he fell into her trap and during the possession LBD was flashing Wukong with two types of scenes. First, "The Dream" it was similar to the first scene, and then "The Reality", a reality Wukong didn't know... Liu'er Mihou's reality. Flashes of Mac's suffering in Diyu... he's suffering when he is fighting besides Wukong... and most importantly the suffering he faced in the hands of Wukong, Liu'er's supposed best friend, the one who promised that they would protect Liu'er to the best of his abilities...
But instead of falling into a pitless despair like what LBD expected, Wukong fought harder, so much more harder... because he needs to know, is what his seeing is true or not? has he really killed Liu'er that day? if so what else? what else has he done to his dear moon? .... The boom cannon happened and he woke up to the sight of MK and everyone hurt and bleeding. He woke up to the reality that just like what LBD has been showing him, He has harmed not just MK, his dear student but also his friends.... and then once again Macaque was hurt looking eerily similar to the day Wukong killed Liu'er.
Annnnnnnd that's it for today (I can't remember my other Headcanons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
anywayz Ba-Bye ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡
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Arsonist neil/firefighter andrew plsss
WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 167)
“Yeah.” Neil exhales. “Not Arby’s tonight.”
“Afraid I’ll show up there?”
“No. I just was going to try—” Neil cuts off to keep from revealing his dinner plans. Then realizes he’s being stupid. “I’m going to Subway tonight.”
“Excellent choice if you like wilted vegetables and stale bread and slimy cold cuts.” Andrew says, then there’s a bit of a yawn. “I’m serious. The one here in town used to be decent when I was a teenager, but it is terrible now. I would avoid it unless you want to be puking your guts up tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Neil sighs. “Thanks for the warning.”
“Mm. Perhaps you could try Gordon’s Deli. They make decent sandwiches.” Andrew says, next explaining to Neil where it’s located.
Neil makes a mental note of Andrew’s directions. "Thanks."
"Just don't tell them I sent you, they might spit in your food." Andrew says.
"Ew. Noted." Neil says, wondering why that is. "What are you doing for dinner?”
“Pancakes.”
“Pancakes?”
“Yes. You mentioned pancakes earlier and I want to eat them now.”
Neil laughs. “I didn’t mention pancakes, I told you that my mom and I had to fight a guy, he fell off a balcony, and—”
“‘Splat. Flat as a pancake on the sidewalk’.” Andrew finishes. “I know what you said. And I am making pancakes about it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“So I’ve been told. Goodnight, 10. And heed my warning. If you love your stomach, do not go to Subway.”
“I won’t.” Neil says. “Night.”
#Seth is alive in this AU. :) If you missed him earlier he's a firefighter#But he also shares a deli with a couple brothers who work there full time. (Allison bought it for him.)(sugar baby seth)#andreil#aftg#WIP Wednesday#Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew#🕊️#answered#anon
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Video Killed The Radio Star (with tickles.)
Dedicated to @aleestor !! (enjoy :> )
Vox notices Alastor seems a bit off and decides to help out in rather unconventional ways.
TW/CW: Tickles (a lil intense,) restraints, a bit of angst at the beginning, fluffy!
Somewhat RadioStatic?
Word count: 1.3K!
A certain TV demon was walking down the street. Vox looks around, unimpressed with the flocks of demons murdering each other. He walks up to a meat shop, a certain deer sitting outside it. The demon’s ears pin in mock irritation. ‘Go away,’ Alastor hisses, his grin tightening in annoyance. ‘Hmm, I’d rather not,’ Vox hums, leaning on the table. Alastor leans back, growling. ‘Y’know, I run a rich company. Ya should join me.’
‘I am perfectly fine with my radio, Vox,’ Alastor mutters, jumping back as Vox gets closer. ‘Trust us,’ Vox says in a mockingly happy tone. Alastor rolls his eyes, standing up. ‘At least I don’t spend my days in front of a screen. Oh wait, you are the screen.’
Vox snorts, ‘oh, the buck finally has a sense of humor!’
Alastor growls back, ‘I’ll show you humor when I devour you in front of your colleagues!’
‘I have a multimillion dollar company with some of the best employees imaginable!’ Vox scoffs back. He had noticed Alastor hadn’t gone for a full on physical fight yet. ‘At least I have a ton of fans and followers who do what I say, as well,’ Vox smirks, leaning close to Alastor who scowls at him. ‘At least I have some creativity when it comes to showing off,’ Alastor sneers, his ears pinning in displeasure. ‘You’re only jealous because people prefer a modern overlord rather than an old timey radio host! Just remember, radio is dying out! And people prefer the modern path nowadays!’ Vox snaps back. Alastor stands up, backing away. As he stalked off, ignoring the television, his smile fades, if only for a minute. Vox stops, staring at him with a confused look. ‘Al, wait, I didn't mean–are you okay?’ Vox asks, starting towards him. Alastor simply dissipates into the shadows without a response. Vox’s only thought running through his mind?…was Alastor okay?
Alastor’s ears flick at the sound of a small zap and a thud. He turns around, his coat off and slung on a chair. His smile wasn’t even there. The deer looks for the source of the sound, casting an unamused look at the heap on the floor.
‘Vox, why?’ he growls. ‘You–you seemed upset!’ Vox says as he stands up, brushing himself off. Alastor’s smile comes back, though not nearly as genuine as Vox would’ve liked. ‘I am fine,’ Alastor replies simply, walking across his radio tower and sitting down on the floor, staring blankly out one of the tinted windows.
Vox comes up behind him, holding Alastor’s coat. Alastor goes to grab it, but Vox quickly grabs his wrists and ties them together with the sleeves of the coat. ‘What in the hell are you doing?’ Alastor growls, feeling oddly vulnerable with his arms restrained like this…pride be damned, he wasn't letting this prick gain full control.
Vox ties his restrained arms to a nearby post on the wall. Alastor growls. ‘I can summon–’ ‘You haven't,’ Vox cuts him off with a smug grin. He walks up to Alastor, gently pushing his shirt up to expose Alastor’s belly, his whole body covered in this downy deer-like fur. Vox curiously traces a claw on the deer fur, earning a screech of microphone feedback from the Radio Demon. ‘No fucking way! You’re ticklish! Oh, this just got a whole lot better.’
Alastor struggles and pulls on the ties of his coat, clearly trying to escape. Although, he would have melted into the shadows if he hated it that bad… Vox starts to scritch quicker over Alastor’s belly, and he could see the demon shaking. ‘Oh, come on, let it out. You know you need to. Just let me tickle you silly. You clearly need it, otherwise you would’ve melted into your shadows by now. Yeah?’ Vox inquires, fingers sliding near Alastor’s navel, earning a snort. ‘Oh, so this is a bad spot? Hmm? Is it?’ Vox teases, fingers teasing the tickly fur near Alastor’s navel.
Alastor arches his back, head shaking in an odd mix of defiance and giddiness. ‘And remember, Alastor...this is just the beginning. I'll have you begging for mercy each time I touch your ticklish belly. And if you're a good sport about it, I might just find other spots that make you squirm,’ Vox chuckles darkly, switching to the demon’s ribs, earning a muffled whiny giggle. ‘st..st-ahap–!’ Alastor gasps out, shaking his head again, ears flicking. Vox slowly massages his fingers into the skin, over the ribcage underneath. The deer cackles loudly, unable to hold back his mirth. Alastor kicks his feet and shrieks.
‘Vohohox, stahahap! Stahahap! Thihihis isn’t–snrk!--neheheccasary!’ He snorts as Vox’s claws slide close to his underarms. ‘Oh, perhaps here? Are you a ticklish little buck? C’mon, laugh it out. All of it. I’ll have you–’ Vox pauses in his ministrations as Alastor bleats like a fawn from Vox’s underarm tickling.
They both stare at each other for a second or two, gaze unwavering. ‘Did you–’ “No!’ Alastor cuts him off quickly, face starting to flush with embarrassment. Out of all the people who were allowed to tickle him–Vox not even on that list, although, he would admit, Vox wasn’t too bad at it–he had to hear that?
‘Do that again,’ Vox chuckles, resuming the rib tickles. Alastor bleats multiple times–pride be damned, he wasn’t admitting to that!--helplessly and giddily. He had craved this for so long, his–
‘Nohohohahaha, DOHOHOHON’T!’ Alastor’s laughter increased in volume, jumping up on octave as Vox traced fingers up and down his ears. ‘I’m barely touching you,’ Vox muses, scritching behind his ears, making Alastor’s laughter wheeze as he drags in a breath and digs his hooves into the floor, arching his back and shaking his head.
Vox moves back down to Alastor’s belly, playing with the soft fur. ‘You know, I never took you to be the sofie kinda type. You always act so stuck up and shit, y’know?’ ‘ShuhuhuHUHUT uhuhuHUP!’ he shrieks, snorting and bleating as Vox’s claws dig into his hips. ‘Aw, who’s a pretty tickle baby? Hmm? Is it you? I mean, look at you! Your tail is wagging, you haven’t tried to murder me, and you haven’t melted into the shadows yet! Perhaps you…enjoy this?’
‘If I dihihid–snrk!--wohohuld you shuhut uhup and lehehet me enjohohoy it?!’ Alastor shrieks, static invading his voice fully before he breaks out into true, genuine laughter. No radio filter at all. Vox smiled, teasing, ‘Oh, there’s that voice! Ticklish little fawn, just a helpless deer in the headlights!’
‘Stahahap beheheeing an ahahass–eeeeeahaaha!’ he squeals as Vox sits on his shins, facing his hooves. ‘No. Nohoho, plehehease–!’ His laughter goes silent almost instantly as Vox emits small shocks from his claws – not enough to hurt the deer, oh no. Just enough to make Alastor practically scream with pure ticklishness as the claws drag up and down his hooves.
Alastor drags in a breath and bleats loudly through laughter, much to his embarrassment. Vox stands up after a moment, moving back to Alastor’s head, scratching his ears. ‘Okahahha–EEEEAHA! I’m hahaha–hahahappy! Ehehehaha stahhahap!’ Vox slows down the tickles, making Alastor giggle frantically as he tugs on the restraints desperately. Vox reaches down and scratches claws up and down Alastor’s ribcage, the other teasing at his underarm. Alastor gives in fully, slumping as he lets the laughter consume him, filling the room with ease.
Vox backs off after a couple more minutes, untying him. Alastor rubs his wrists a little, and Vox watches with a fond smile. ‘Are you alright now?’ he asks, coming close to pat Alastor’s shoulder. Alastor’s smile was genuine and happy as he nodded. Surprisingly not shoving Vox away. ‘Thank you…for that. I needed it.’
‘What was wrong anyway?’ Vox asks, grabbing Alastor’s coat for him. ‘Oh, nothing important. Just…lost in thoughts, I suppose,’ Alastor hums as he throws his coat back on, pretending his deer tail isn't wagging still. He sighs, looking up at Vox. ‘You should go, before someone wonders where you are.’
‘Oh, Right,’ Vox says, and smiles at Alastor before he teleports out of the room with a small zap!
Alastor sits in his broadcasting chair, looking out the window. Perhaps I should antagonize Vox more often.
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please don't go - jeon wonwoo
warnings: none
pairings: jeon wonwoo x afab reader
genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst
a/n: lower case intended! also writing my first fic at 1am so.....
''how was your date?'' wonwoo asked the second the door opened to your shared apartment. not that wonwoo would ever admit it but it is currently 1:03am and he may or may not have stayed up to wait for you to return despite having had a very exhausting day himself.
''why are you still up? isn't it past your bed time?'' you asked as you removed your heels. 'i couldn't sleep.' he simply said. ''so? how was it?''
'it was alright i guess. it wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either.'' sighing, you walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge before settling near the island of the kitchen.
truthfully, you didn't want to discuss the details with wonwoo. because aside from the fact that you're in love with your best friend, you've also been going on a few dates with mingyu now to try and get over your best friend. seungkwan had suggested setting you up with mingyu when you confided in him as he knew mingyu was interested in you. the only problem, however, is the fact that wonwoo seemed to not like mingyu. ever since the first time you went out with mingyu, wonwoo had no problem in letting you know how bad of an idea it was. saying mingyu was not your type, or that you both don't look good together; all these petty reasons that make no sense at all and you were slowly getting annoyed.
''are you hungry?'' you asked as you tried to change the topic.
''are you going to continue going out with him?''
''should we order some pizza?''
''mingyu isn't even your type, i don't know why him out of all people.''
''or should we order some pasta if you're not feeling pizza?''
''y/n.''
''or maybe i should cook us something? fried rice?''
''y/n can we please just talk about this?''
''do we still have any rice left?''
‘‘Y/N PLEASE!''
''what wonwoo?'' you said back harshly. it isn't until now that you realise how frustrated you are. trying to move on from him is so hard when he is around you all the time. it makes it even harder when he keeps being harsh about your dates and points out why each one of them isn't suitable for you, and the worst part of it all is that you know he's right, all of it. but what were you to do? there is no one who could ever come close to wonwoo.
''stop going out with mingyu! you don't even like him!''
''and how do you know that? maybe i do like him! maybe i like him a lot!'' you wanted to scream and shout to get all your feelings out..but this isn't your first fight with wonwoo about mingyu or any other guy you've been on dates with and you were just so worn out by now.
''that's bullshit and you know it. mingyu literally checks none of the boxes for your list of traits for your type.''
''i made that list 3 years ago! things change wonwoo! not all of us stay the same!''
its wonwoo who is silent now. his knuckles have turned paler than ever from gripping onto the edges of the island so hard.
''what the hell does that mean?''
''nothing.'' you said as you picked up your purse and head to your bedroom. you don't get to go far though, because wonwoo is holding onto your wrist now. so tightly yet so gentle at the same time. you wonder how that is possible. you hope he doesn't feel the pulse on your wrist picking up speed, and he hopes you don't feel his hand slightly trembling.
''please sweetheart...just..not him''
you sigh for the nth time tonight, ''wonwoo i can't just not date every guy you think isn't good enough or suitable enough for me. how am i ever going to find someone?''
''do you have to? do you have to find someone? i know you don't like mingyu enough so why?''
''really wonwoo? do i not like mingyu enough or do you just not like mingyu like how you don't like every single guy i've ever been on a date with? why? are you scared i'll call you less? replace you? have a new best friend? spend less time with you?'' your frustration was slowly growing again.
wonwoo feels his heart clench. can he tell you? will it ruin your 8 year long friendship? things are bound to become awkward, there's no way he can tell you how he truly feels.
but wonwoo decides, wonwoo finally decides that hiding his feelings from you for 5 long years is excruciating enough.
''none of that.'' he says so softly you can barely hear him.
''what?''
''i said, its none of that.''
''then what is it?''
wonwoo decides that if he is to get his heart broken by you, it might as well be tonight. he might as well just....try
wonwoo looks at you one last time for what feels like a good 10 minutes, even though it was only 10 seconds. he's contemplating, he's thinking and then.. he says fuck it.
his body moves faster than his brain. before he could properly process it, he finds his lips on yours. he feels you freeze for a split second, and then he feels you relaxing under his touch. he feels you kissing him back. he feels his heart beating so fast but also, he feels his heart slowly but surely unclench.
he pulls away softly and slowly. ''don't go out with mingyu anymore. don't go out with anyone else anymore. don't have dinner dates with anyone else. don't laugh at someone else's jokes that aren't funny just for the sake of being polite. i won't put you through all of that. i'll hold your hand. i'll have a pair of your converse in the car so your feet won't hurt from heels all day. i'll tell you jokes that are actually funny the way i know you like it. just let me love you and i'll show you all the ways i know how when it comes to you.''
you don't realise your tears slowly staining your cheeks, not until wonwoo's free hand comes up to wipe your tears with his thumb. its now your turn for your hand to reach out for wonwoo's wrist to pull him in for a kiss.
''please...please don't go''
''do you mean it?'' you asked softly
''i do. i love you, and i'll show you.''
and he does. now, he always holds your hand when you're walking on the street, crossing the road, lazing on the sofa, on the bed, on the table when you're waiting for your food to be served. he holds your hair back when you have to puke after having too much to drink. he removes your make up for you when you are too tired or too drunk. he never makes you wait, he always gives you the first bite of his food. he kisses you on the cheek, on the forehead, on your temples, the back of your hand, your fingers and on your lips, all while always telling you how much he loves you. he loves you in all the small and simple ways. but jeon wonwoo knows you love him too.
a/n: im not exactly satisfied with this because while proof reading it, it feels a bit rushed but i did start this at 1am and it is 4am now so this should do. please let me know what you think or if you have any requests! hopefully my first fic went okay hahaha
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