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Went in for a checkup today and got basically all good news- they'll be able to re-issue all my prescriptions so I don't have to get just a month at a time anymore, my blood pressure is pretty good, and I've got a referral for my usual diabetic bloodwork.
Over the past couple years, from my peak weight, I've lost an entire shirt size, my face has gone from bright red and spherical to mostly even colored and ovoid, and I've got a lot more energy for things like walking short distances (like 2 km at the outside). So I really thought I would've lost a significant amount of weight.
But no. I've lost, maybe, 25-30 lbs, like 12 or 13 kg, when I needed to lose almost ten times that much to get down to 'healthy'. Reasoning it through, I've put on a lot of muscle specifically in my legs, having gone from totally sessile computer lump who rarely walks father than the distance to his car to mostly-sessile computer lump who lives on the 3rd floor and has to walk down to the grocery store a few times a week. And as every person who's ever worked out to lose weight has told themselves in a panic, 'muscle weighs more than fat'. Meaning it's more dense, presumably, to avoid whole the 'steel's heavier than feathers' Limmy thing.
So okay. I've gotten healthier, that's the main thing. My blood pressure is looking genuinely good, and while my blood sugar is probably too high still due to being addicted to coffee but unable to drink it without lots of creamer, on the whole, this is good news. I should be happy.
I am not happy.
I feel like a guy who's climbing a mountain through raw determination and teeth-grinding effort, thinking he's at least nearing the halfway mark, turning a bend to realize he's not even where people pitch their goddamn base camps. 'Sisyphean' springs to mind, though aside from putting some weight back on last year when I was back in the US for 6 months, I haven't actually lost much progress, at least. I've just made... so little progress compared to what I thought.
Part of the problem of course is that I'm too fat for regular scales; they're just not rated to deal with someone my size and report 'error' if I'm lucky and they don't just fuckin break. So I had no means of measuring my progress other than 'shirt fits better now' and 'can walk a few blocks without feeling like death now'. And then I got weighed properly for the first time in two years, and, oy vey.
It's not going to change anything, I'm still going to live on the third floor and need to walk around the neighborhood on a fairly regular basis, but man is it discouraging. And before anyone says it, yes, I know it's technically a significant amount of weight for a human to lose, and it's healthier to lose it more slowly over time than all in a rush, and I'm on the right track, but god. I thought I was doing better than this.
Anyhow that's why I'm in a funk tonight, how's by you kind folks?
#boring personal bullshit#also basically confirmed my height has gone down a total of 2.5 inches or so from my peak#which you know gravity is a harsh mistress i kinda knew that a few years ago but it's confirmed#no longer slightly tall for a european-derived american but average#still a bit tall for a guy who's half mexican i guess i'll have to settle for that
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1.CHICKEN CONUNDRUM
"wtf is he talking ab- WHAT THE FUCK???!!" screamed y/n as midoriya suddenly landed on the hood of bakugos truck, glowing from his quirk.
"HOP THE FUCK OFF MY CAR AND GET IN!!" shouted bakugo at midoriya.
"my bad my bad" midoriya started. "mr.aizawa was stalking them halls so i jumped off my balcony into tree, then the truck"
"..."
"u so damn ghetto"
"literally"
"nigga shut up and drive"
"say less"
"WAIT LEMME SIT- FUCK"
"yall are so aggy"
.*•
"you niggas have no home training. no decorum. next time i wanna go somewhere at night, im taking shoji and tokoyami." she notified the two boys, who were STILL arguing. While you guys were supposed to be patiently waiting for your food, bakugo had the bright idea to start an argument with an eight year old because they said that "endeavor tops allmight no matter what!". This causes Midoriya to join the argument, rather than stopping it as he was supposed to, because he "wasnt gon let some prepubescent gremlin disrespect allmight like that." The commotion caught the attention of the parent, who ended up yelling at both the boys. Long story short, the boys were kicked out while y/n had to wait for their food, alone.
"not our faults. kid should learn the facts." bakugo said with a shrug, taking a hand off the steering wheel to grab some fries out of the bag.
"whatever, it doesn't matter," y/n began. "we need to figure out how to get back into the dorms without mr.aizawa seeing us."
"just ask bird boy if it's safe to come in yet, and if not make it safe." replied bakugo in a somewhat bitter tone.
"and who says he's gonna help us?"
"you know he's down bad for you y/n, just text him already so i can finally fuckin eat" midoriya muttered the last part.
"fine fine whatever😒"
.*•*.•
"thank u fumikage :)"
"no problem, y/n :>"
"bro, get a ROOM. i just wanna eat man.." midoriya grumbled, bag in hand. "u guys giving eachother the googly eyes is making me SICK"
"oh shut up, you're just mad she's not making them at you, nerd." whispered bakugo, making midoriya ball up his face and walk into the girls room.
(you can get envision the room however you want, but i'll give a visual if wanted)
saying her last good nights to tokoyami, the girl entered her room after katsuki, closing the door behind her. Her dorm room wasn't dirty, she kept it fairly organized, aside from a few things on the floor and cluttered nightstand. She kept a fan, because she liked her room cold. (she'd sometimes get shoto to cool it down for her)
Grabbing her remote from her nightstand and handing it to midoriya, she sits criss-crossed on the floor and takes food out, getting ready to eat.
"im bout to fuck this food up im so hungry🤤‼️ " she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together with a big smile on her face. "wait- did we get napkins yall?"
"oh..."
...
this mf had sauce all over his fingers.
ALL OVER.
"what the hell💀"
"ykw... come with me to the kitchen so i can grab some napkins and YOU can wash yo nasty ass hands.."
"OK! damn im coming!" he huffed, getting up from his spot next to the carpet, cautious as to not get sauce on anything.
"oh yeah, can you bring me my juice, too? it should be in the VERY back of the fridge, i had to hide my shit from dunce face bighead ass because he kept drinking it even AFTER i whooped his ass."
"okay, suki. i got you" she chuckled " but next time, just put it in my fridge, the only people that go in there besides me are you two and Sato." she responded as she walked out, softly shutting the door behind her, as they began their quick trip to the kitchen.
"that chicken good as hell tho." midoriya said as he entered the kitchen behind the girl.
"i can tell."
"aww n/n," he began to pout "don't be so mean :(" he whined, putting his saucy covered fingers on the sides of her face.
"izuku midoriya. i know damn well you didn't just rub that sauce on my face."
"uhh, whoops?"
.
.
.
war has begun.
"GET YO BLACK ASS OVER HERE"
"WAIT WAIT IM SOR- OuCH"
"THIS WHAT YOU GET"
"OK DAMN MY BAD YOUNG MAN! HARD HITTIN ASS"
"bitch- wash ur hands and let's go!" she mugged at him, shortly after draggin his ass.
Turning around & bending to grab bakugos juice out of the fridge, she felt something-or someone- come up behind her.
"izuku get yo ass from behind me unless you ready for round two of this ass whoopin."
"my bad princess, it's just a whole lotta ass in the way.." he said with a slight smirk. "and only beat my ass cuz you snuck me😒"
midoriya wasn't like this all the time, he was only really himself around y/n and bakugo. Mina only ever got a sneak peak, but he doesn't trust her as much as the other two. They're the only two people that he'd completely confide in.
"ok but seriously, that chicken is good as hell y/n. I only got like 4 pieces left."
".. four.. out of 20. izuku .. baby.. it wasn't going anywhere."
"ok but still, you can't-" "deku?"
looking left from where they were going up the stairs, there was uraraka, standing outside of her dorm room in her pjs. she stared straight ahead at midoriya, eyes never lingering.
"oh, hey uraraka!" he greeted with a small smile.
"hi! its like 4am, what are you doing up so late?" she responded
"oh, i'm just hanging out with y/n and kacchan! sorry, were we too loud?"
"no you're fine, just be sure to go to bed soon, okay? we wouldn't want you to be to tired too hang out tomorrow, right?"
y/n sighed and began to walk up the stairs, uraraka didn't even acknowledge the girl. this wasn't anything new. its was as if the she pretended y/n didn't exist. what did she do for the girl to not like her? she's always been cordial with her, never rude. she didn't understand.
"princess, you alright?" midoriya asked, bringing the girl out of her thoughts, and back into the outside world.
"yeah i'm good"
"you sure? i'm here to talk yknow."
"im ok zuku, let's just hurry back before katsu gets mad over this damn juice"
taglist: @ast4rg1rl
a/n: sorry about the super long wait ! i think im going to shorten and split my next chapters, cuz this took like 4 days to write and its not even that much LOL.
#bnha midoriya#izuku smau#izuku midoriya x reader#bnha smau#mha iida#mha x reader#mha deku#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#mha fluff#bnha bakugou#shojislady
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The day we’ve all been waiting for. Day seven of getting banned from every dorm
So Kalim is. Too nice. Far too nice for his own good. There is no fucking way that I am going to get banned from him
Also, I’ve been staying at Scarabia for a bit now since I got kicked out of Ignihyde already, One of my good friends is in Scarabia so I’ve been staying at his dorm, also I figured I’d consult him cuz he knows the housewarden better than I do
However I am in the basketball club, which means I do actually know Jamil fairly well, I’d even go so far as to consider him a friend. Me, him, Floyd, and Ace cause some anarchy a good bit
So we already knew we were targeting Jamil. My friends immediate suggestion was utilizing Jamil’s fear of bugs, but that’s too uncreative, and I wasn’t sure if I could rlly get banned for that. However I did note it as a last resort
My friends second solution was lighting something on fire, but that’s kind of his solution to everything? That or just dying his hair impulsively
That train of thought gave me the idea to try and mess w Jamil’s hair cuz I know how protective he is of it, but friend shot that down cuz Jamil is too protective of it and it’d be way too fuckin hard to pull that off
So my final thought: kalim can’t get me banned, but I can still use kalim to my advantage.
This is where friend clocks out, context my friend is painfully in love with Kalim so I knew he wasn’t gonna assist me with anything that would taint Kalim’s view of him. To which I say, fuckin coward, but whatever 🙄 (ack then again I wouldn’t do anything that would skew malleus’s view of me so I MEAN WHAT WHAY DID I SAY TJAY I DONT LIKE AMLLEUS)
So a lot of ppl think Kalim is dumb, he isn’t dumb, I know that for sure. But he is gullible, and very impulsive. So what I’m saying is he isn’t stupid, buuuuuuut……….
Anyway one sunny afternoon I tracked down Kalim, he was doing Kalim things, and I started making friendly conversation w him. He asked why I was here in the first place, to which I told him I got banned from Ignihyde but made up a whole sob story so he wouldnt wuestion the fact I intentionally pissed off idia lmao
He felt all bad for me and said I was always welcome at Scarabia, then asked why I chose Scarabia. I said bcuz my friend is here and also casually mentioned the fact I’m not welcome in any dorms
Kalim looks surprised and is like “wow, it’s kind of impressive you managed to get banned from all of them.” And questions how I achieved such glory
To which I tell him a short and abridged version of each tale that makes me sound better than I actually am and he’s in awe the whole time. He then starts rambling and is like “it’d be hard to get banned from Scarabia, I’ve never banned anyone, but Jamil has…” and I perked up and asked what the person did to get banned by Jamil
He said that Jamil had banned this person cuz they’d tried to poison Kalim’s food. Appearantly it was like a student plant all along or some blah blah shit, obviously I wasn’t gonna do that bcuz I’m not a fucking lunatic and I like kalim enough
I had the passing thought I could make Jamil think I was tryna poison kalim when I wasn’t but thatd also break Kalim’s trust in me and probably my whole friendship with the friend I’ve been staying with atp so
I was so out of ideas at this point I started reverting back to my friends suggestion of lighting something on fire, but then I had an idea.
The treasure room. I have the perfect signature spell for this, and I have genuinely no clue how this was not my immediate thought
So when Kalim was done rambling I made a comment abt how it was a really great day to go carpet flying, and tjat id ever been on a carpet before. Both statements here are true
And Kalim will famously take any excuse to go carpet flying so if you even mention it in passing he’ll over to take you so he immediately lit up
He leads me to the treasure room and the carpet apparently isn’t where he left it cuz he started digging around for it. Perfect opportunity for my plan!
My ultimate magic is called Hydra Heads, it allows me to make copies of one item, how ever the more copies I make the smaller they get. The original item gets shrunk down too, but it’ll be more durable than the other copies. This is irreversible. So as Kalim was head first in gold coins looking for that fuckass carpet I found a fairly sizeable vase, one thatd someone would notice if it was gone.
I immediately activated my spell, making about 30-ish tiny copies of this vase. I stuffed em all in my bag and acted like nothing happened
Obviously I still went on the carpet because DUH but now my friend is pissed at me cuz I went carpet flying with his crush or some fucking shit idk I tuned him out
Now begin the scheme
I was sitting in the lounge when Jamil stepped into the treasure room and quickly ran out and ran into Kalim’s room. He noticeeeeed anyway I started my paper trail, I placed a tiny vase in the hallway and one in the kitchen, then I tried to look as unassuming as possible
Jamil picked up one of the tiny vases and looked so fuckign confused it was PRICELESS. A few hours oater came basketball practice, id been leaving tiny vases around Scarabia throughout the day.
Anyway I’m at basketball and Jamil is yelling at Floyd because he’s Floyd and he probably did some shit, I took this opportunity to put a tiny vase in Jamil’s bag, as well as a few in the locker room.
I left practice early, telling the coach that my housewarden needed me for something, and Jamil STORMED out of the locker room as I was leaving and grabbed me by the jersey.
I realized he’d remembered my unique magic cuz of that one time me and Floyd pranked the team by using it on like half the basketballs. Jamil went on a whole borderline unhinged rant about how he’d so kindly let me stay at his dorm and I stole from him and had the audacity to taunt him with it, I gave him the remaining tiny vases and ran off
Did I technically actually commit a crime with this one? Yes! Do I feel bad? Nope!
So uh. Where the fuck do I go now.
-🐾
// should I make a blog for paw anon 👀
congratulations on getting banned from all seven dorms, 🐾. Your journey has been a wild ride.
hold on, what about Ramshackle? Not to get banned from there (unless you want to ig) but you could probably stay there.
//yes, absolutely.//
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muse: Daryl Dixon
limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals
set: TWD-verse, semi-recently settled at the prison
open to: other TWD/TLOU/horror muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever!
triggers: death/dead body, guns, self-loathing
Was it weird that Daryl was doing better after the world ended than he ever had before the walkers? There was probably some metaphor in there about death and things that thrived on decay, but he didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the absence of Merle from his life, as guilty as he felt thinking something like that. He owed everything to his asshole older brother, probably wouldn't even be alive right now if it weren't for him, but the sorry truth of it was that he could breathe easier out from under his shadow. He still hoped--in the way people hoped for things that weren't very likely--that he was alive out there somewhere, but he didn't see how he would ever know for sure. Even before the dead started walking, it was too easy for people like them to disappear between the cracks. If Merle didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be, and it was just as true now as it had been before.
The group had tentatively settled in the prison after the farm had been overrun. Fuckin' ironic, was what it was. He'd managed to avoid prison, narrowly at times, all his life. Then the world ended, and guess where he found himself? He wavered back and forth on feeling safe and feeling trapped there, but that was Daryl all over. Safety always felt a little like a trap to him, and things with his friends(?) were new enough that he didn't fully trust any of it. In his experience, people always turned on you. It was just a matter of when. He'd be ready to bolt when that happened, but he didn't kid himself that it wouldn't hurt this time. He liked them; they were good. There were moments he'd started to believe they liked him too, but he wasn't. Good. Trying to be wasn't the same thing.
There was talk of turning some of the surrounding space into farmland, but it was still a long while before it would turn out anything edible, and Daryl was always one of the first to volunteer for scavenging missions. It wasn't just food they needed, since the prison storage had been well-stocked, but medicine and other supplies too. He was a couple days out, everything close by already picked over, and more or less enjoying the quiet. He didn't have to remind himself that he could survive out here alone fairly easily. He'd been doing it since well before the apocalypse and, away from all the eyes and voices, it was more like being able to draw a full breath for the first time in a while. This was his natural habitat, walkers or not.
The neighborhood was small, and as far as he could tell, nothing living had passed through recently. That didn't mean it was empty, and he didn't much want to get shot breaking into houses looking for canned goods and Tylenol. Better to find some sort of gas station or corner store. The sound of a gunshot broke the silence, not near enough to make him duck for cover, but loud enough to get the attention of every walker on the street. More shots narrowed it down to a specific house, the sounds erratically spaced like the shooter had been caught off guard--or didn't know what the hell they were doing. Running toward the noise was nothing short of idiotic, since he'd have to deal with both the shooter and the dead now stumbling in the same direction, but…
But. It was a person on the other end of that gun. He was learning that there were two kinds of people: ones who ran away from trouble to save their own skin, and ones who ran toward it and tried to help. Daryl was trying to be the kind of person who helped. He ran toward the noise. The time for subtlety had passed, so kicking the door in barely slowed him down. One walker dead on the living room floor. His head swiveled toward the stairs at the sound of something moving on the second floor. "Hello?" He was already moving toward them, but better to announce his presence. Whoever it was might have bullets left.
#indie rp#indie starter#open starter#indie twd rp#indie horror rp#tw: death#tw: dead body#tw: guns#tw: self-loathing#cut for length#no need to match#twd!verse
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are there any songs that you associate with deltaclair/topclair as a pairing?
Oh, yes! I have a few I can recommend for them! Surprised I’ve never brought it up myself tbh haha. But yes! Here’s some I’ve got for ya, bud (along with some lyrics from each and commentary cause why not):
Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo (from the Princess and the Frog)
For the way you changed my plans
For being the perfect distraction
For the way you took the idea that I had
Of everything that I wanted to have
And made me see there was something missing
For the ending of my first beginning
And for the rare and unexpected friend
For the way you're something that I'd never choose
But at the same time, something I don't wanna lose
And never wanna be without ever again
You're the best thing I never knew I needed
So when you were here, I had no idea
You're the best thing I never knew I needed
So now it's so clear, I need you here always
This one is The Main One, the very first song I think of if I wanna listen to something that makes me think of them.
Might be a little generic when it comes to ship songs, but like. I mean just look at those lyrics! That is Sinclair thinking about how suddenly his plans for getting richer from Rapture’s bounty don’t mean as much as having Delta around. Hell, you could also say it’s Delta musing on how he thought it was just gonna be him and Eleanor against the world, but now he can’t view post-Rapture life without Augustus either. The next verse after that first chorus is very ‘Delta to Sinclair’ as well:
My accidental happily (Ever after)
The way you smile and how you comfort me (With your laughter)
I must admit you were not a part of my book
But now if you open it up and take a look
You're the beginning and the end of every chapter
Next one: Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life, too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Okay, I recognise that this is like THE Generic Ship Song cause who the hell hasn’t imagined this fuckin thing for one of their ships, even if it’s not the Presley version, but the reasons I put it on the list are
a) Elvis would be a big thing around the time the group get out of Rapture (supposing this is one of those fix-it AUs) so they would actually likely hear this song
And b) I just genuinely think it does fit them fairly well, what with the reference to “rush[ing] in”, since these two know each other like, what, a few hours tops? Depending on how long that train ride was from the time Sinclair first talks to Delta to the end; that’s a pretty damn short time for them to be like “this guy right here, he’s the one for me” And then there’s the line about “Would it be a sin” - I’ve always felt Sinclair would think himself having some damn gall to fall for a dude he practically had bagged up and shipped off to be turned into a slave, and I’ve always thought that’d make him have some complicated feelings about himself and the situation he’s faced with, but that’s just me. And let’s be real: romance was the last fuckin thing on either’s mind when they paired up, so they really couldn’t help falling in love with each other
Next one (and maybe a little controversial, depending on your view of the cartoon): Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar (from Steven Universe)
I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'Cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
Look at you go
I just adore you
I wish that I knew
What makes you think I'm so special
If I could begin to do
Something that does right by you
I would do about anything
I would even learn how to love
Angsty compared to the others. The entire song has good lines to apply to them, but that section in particular makes me think of the scenario of Sinclair dwelling on his guilt over what he did to Delta, and the prospect of Delta showing forgiveness despite that. Depending on how one characterises Delta, could be from his pov too! Whatever you want.
Next song, and this one’s more from their time: Just In Time by Frank Sinatra
Just in time, I found you just in time
Before you came, my time was runnin' low
I was lost, the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go
Now you're here and now I know just where I'm goin'
No more doubt or fear, I found my way
For love came just in time
You found me just in time
And changed my lonely life that lovely day
Pretty self-explanatory on this one, I think! (And they’ll be using that ‘lovely’ in ‘lovely day’ very sarcastically lmao)
Next one, another from ol’ Frank: I’ve Got You Under My Skin
I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I'd tried so not to give in
I said to myself, "This affair never will go so well"
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
"Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality"
But each time that I do just the thought of you makes me stop
Before I begin 'cause I've got you under my skin
The whole twist on the idiom of getting under someone’s skin is fun when you apply it to the ship, I think. I’m gonna be repeating myself here but:
Delta did get under Sinclair’s skin. He made him feel guilt over what he did to Delta, and fuck knows Sinclair didn’t feel any guilt when he fucked over the people of Pauper’s Drop or when he did all the other crazy shit he got up to in Rapture. Delta’s the first person that made him think back to what he did and actually like…feel bad about it? He actually did get under Sinclair’s skin, and bashed through the stone wall around that heart in his chest.
Sinclair got under Delta’s skin too. Let’s be real - Sinclair and Delta were each other’s ticket out of Rapture, a means to an end, with Delta being the brawn and Sinclair being the brains. They were doin’ business first and foremost, purely professional. For Delta, it was just gonna be him and Eleanor - but then this Southern prick had to go and treat him like a person instead of just a Big Daddy (getting under the ‘skin’ of his Big Daddy self) and legit befriend him, and now Delta’s picturing Sinclair with the two of them when they all get out of Rapture and caring about his safety just as much as Eleanor’s. Tenenbaum’s voice was the first he heard upon waking up, but Sinclair was the person he got attached to during his journey.
It’s as I said above: Sinclair thinks himself having some mighty gall to fall for Delta after what he did, and I’ve often thought that any insecurity Delta would have about falling for Augustus would obviously come in the form of “I’m a fuckin monster, he doesn’t want someone like me, we don’t even know how human I still am under this suit”, so the both of them have the thought of “this affair will never go so well” and tried to resist, but they are under each other’s skin, deep in their hearts, so deep they’re a part of each other now
Next one, and the last from the good Mr. Sinatra on the list: You Make Me Feel So Young
You make me feel so young
You make me feel so Spring has sprung
And every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual
The moment that you speak
I want to go play hide and seek
I wanna go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon
You and I
Are just like a couple of tots
Running across a meadow
Pickin' up lots of forget me nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung
And a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I'm old and grey
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young
Somewhat self-explanatory again; they’re a couple of middle-aged dudes (in Delta’s case; according to my hc he’s middle-aged) who have had just. the WORST damn time lately nrgngn They’re fuckin tired man, they make each other feel young and happy again
Before we move on, I just wanna give a shoutout to one more Frank Sinatra song (I’m a big fan of his, can you tell?) and say: the entirety of Come Fly With Me doesn’t strike me as a ship song for them. BUT
Once I get you up there
Where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide
Starry-eyed
Once I get you up there
I'll be holding you so near
You may hear
Angels cheer, 'cause we're together
This part makes me Feel Things if you think of ‘up there’ as just the surface in general.
Anyways, onto the other songs -
Next one, another one from more their time: Happy Together by The Turtles
Me and you, and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby, the skies'll be blue
For all my life
(Ignore how it says ‘girl you love’ cause y’know)
Okay, this one’s absolutely a joke NGRNGNRN
It started with me amusing myself with the ol’ gag about Sinclair simping for the Big Daddy and the thought that like. Delta does literally anything and on the outside, Sinclair’s like “haha u got it chief”
but on the inside he’s like “I CAN’T SEE ME LOVIN’ NOBODY BUT YOU -” so now whenever I hear the song I just. Laugh
I thought I’d give it a mention just cause the idea still makes me laugh, so maybe it’ll make y’all laugh too NGRNGN
(It is also at least partially true to the ship as I see ‘em too, thanks to ol’ headcanon that Delta would be Sinclair’s first genuine relationship thanks to his years of being an emotionally repressed workaholic, and lemme tell you: Delta didn’t eye up anybody else when he had Augustus sitting next to him, all handsome and charming and pretty. and like. No offence to either dude but who the hell they gonna end up with if not each other at this point lmao Nobody understands them like the other does)
(And yes I recognise the song is technically about unrequited love rather than requited love but that’s the joke behind giving it to BioShock’s biggest simp)
Last one for now: I Don’t Have A Name For It by Steam Powered Giraffe
Well, it's the way [he] smiles and the way I swoon
When [he] winks at me from across the room
It's the way [he] laughs and the way [he] cries
It's the way [his] hand fits perfectly in mine
Well, I don't have name for it,
Been trying to find a name for it,
I don't think there's a name for it,
But it's kinda like being in love
[...]
Well, it's the way [he] can twirl on the face of a dime
And the way [he's] always there like my partner in crime
It's the curl of [his] hair and the gleam of [his] eyes
And the heart in [his] chest that beats in rhythm with mine
(Changed the pronouns cause y’know)
This one’s absolutely a generic OTP song - could apply it to pretty much any ship - but I’m putting it on the list just because
I love the mental image of this being ‘hopeless romantic’ Delta’s thoughts when he’s musing about Augustus. Plus, a lot of the songs I find that make me think of them tend to be Sinclair’s pov for Delta, but this one exclusively feels like Delta being all giddy over Sinclair and y’know being all “Isn’t Augustus so great??” And maybe beneath the cheery lyrics and tune there’s a wee bit of identity issues from Delta’s pov, regarding his being a Big Daddy and his lack of memories. The chorus kinda makes me think of how Delta doesn’t remember his past self’s love life, so what he’s feeling for Augustus is - to Subject Delta - completely new.
And that’s it for now! There’re probably more that I’m forgetting about, but these are the ones I can currently recall. If I think of anymore, I’ll post about them lmao Hope you like ‘em c:
#Deltaclair#Subject Delta#Augustus Sinclair#BioShock#BioShock 2#reply#answering#Topclair#sorry this took so long!! was distracted and forgetful ^^'
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The video cuts in, gritty textures across the screen as the tape labeled 'Jonah's Interview Tape #1' is placed inside. There is the date written at the top of the label in thin, cursive writing.
On screen, a man walks into an office with another following shortly behind. The first is tall and fairly well-built, with long thin fingers that brace the desk as he moves around it to sit on the professional side. His hair appears to be dark brown, in the glimpses that are caught of it, slicked back. There seems to be a visual error of some sort over his face, though it travels with him. A black mass, blocking off his upper face and sometimes head entirely. He seems relatively average, all things considered, even down to his suit and tie.
"Hello, Jonah. Take a seat."
The other man is smaller. The interviewee's shoulders tense at his name. It's a disheveled boy, much less than a man. His jacket has a name emblem blacked out- the name on it was not the interviewee's.
The first motions for the younger to sit. The desk has a CEO plaster, a computer, and quite a few papers around. Jonah leans back in his placed chair repeatedly, before resting on the ground quietly.
"I would have had an intern interview you, but due to the short notice it seems we don't have the time to prepare them. Would you like to begin immediately?"
"Um, yeah, sure man... sure, um." His voice sounds sick, almost. "Yeah. I'll start. How long is this... gonna take?"
"However long it takes." The CEO replies cryptically. He opens the drawer of his desk and takes out a clipboard and pen. "It'll depend on how much time you're willing to spend here. And how desperate you are to figure out what's going on with you. Will that be a problem?"
"Oookayyy," Jonah relents with an awkward, sheepish grin, hands now clasped together. "Uhm. Yeah, whatever, however long it takes, I'd just. Like to.. not feel like this." He laughs weakly. "Not a problem."
"Perfect. Let's begin." The CEO looks up. He might be smiling. It's hard to tell.
"Describe to me what's been going on. How exactly do you feel?"
Jonah takes a breath. "Um.. I don't know. I guess all this stuff kinda started after I got out of the MCPD a while back. It-it's a long story, I don't really wanna explain, but like. Just feels like I'm randomly sick off and on again. Like one time I was, like, so cold I should've been hypothermic, apparently, and other times I've just randomly passed out or felt like I was on fire, or forgotten big things.."
He trails off for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know. Just really random awful stuff and I don't know why. Now my voice feels like it's fuckin' doubling, can you imagine, dude? That's fuckin' wild. It's *weird,* honestly."
The camera shifts to the CEO lightly. Now his tag says something else. It's hard to read.
"There is no such thing as random. Everything has a reason. Regardless, you do not need to feel ashamed or afraid. Take a breath." He continues to write. "We'll figure this out. I believe that's what you're here for, yes? To find an answer?"
The words on the clipboard are hard to read from this angle, but they seem to be notes labeled under 'physical symptoms' and 'mental symptoms'.
"...Yeah.. yeah, that's what I came here for." Jonah takes another breath and leans back.
"Alright. Have you run into any alternates lately? Or anything that could have affected you shortly or around the time you got out of the MCPD?"
"Yeah. I mean I see alternates a lot, offhandedly in BPS stuff, but um.. this one... it's an alternate of my best friend, Evelin. She, uh." His laugh is very awkward. "She fucking kidnapped me. I stayed... 'til Thatcher found me, but yeah. It's been a whole thing."
"Perhaps this could have been a trigger." There is no shock or surprise evident in his voice, face unseen to check. He scribbles something. "When the mind is put under immense pressure for long enough, all it takes is one event to trigger a downfall. Both mental and oftentimes physical due to it. Could that have been what had happened to you?"
He writes a question mark beside the label 'human' beside Jonah's name. Then, he reached into a drawer. He pulls out… A bowl of candy. Like, for children. And sets in on the desk, closer to Jonah's side. An attempt to calm the other, perhaps.
"Um..." The younger man stares at the candy, for a moment, confused. Jonah hesitantly takes a random piece of candy from the bowl and eats it without a second thought, covering his mouth as he speaks. "I dunno, maybe. A lot has happened in the past few. Is that what happened when you're- what did y- triggered? Triggered, right."
CEO smiles. He seems almost... warmer after Jonah accepts the candy. As if it were a gift of some sort. Though, the malicious man seems unlikely to have done that.
"A trigger is merely something that sets another thing in motion. The events you have been experiencing could have all built up, you've finally hit a breaking point, and now you're beginning to spiral."
Jonah blinks. "Well I mean. Yeah, a lot happened, but..." He laughs again, but this time it sounds much more devoid than anything. "I'm *fine.* I don't think that I'm spiraling, that's a strong word, man-"
The CEO taps the pen against the desk.
"Unless you believe... something more is going on."
He's cut off by the CEO. He tenses his shoulders whenever the thought is suggested. "Whaddya mean? Like.. what? I-I'm fine, I don't think there's anything huge going on. Anymore."
"There are things in this world you may not understand... nor know about." CEO hums and taps at the bowl.
There is a brief moment of pause where he hums. Then, he leans and presses a button on the desk, besides a microphone. He leans into it.
"Dim the lights a bit please. They're abnormally bright." And so, they do. Quickly, the lights dim. The comment is odd. The CEO seems entirely unbothered by Jonah's emotion.
"Jonah, there is nothing to hide here. I do not care for your mental well being, so I will not coach you on it. As 'fine' as you think you are or aren't."
"Though, I am merely suggesting, perhaps, that there is something more than alternates and trauma messing with your state of being at the moment…"
"...I don't know." Jonah considers this for a moment, looking away. "Oh! Uhm, El- my friend- it mentioned something about a yellow person. Uhhh... forgot their name, but. Weird as hell. Everything I type just goes to yellow, so I thought that was weird, but I can't really think of anything else."
"Yes, our own observational subject has mentioned it as well. This is actually something I believe he would have some knowledge on..." The CEO hums.
He clicks his pen.
"Say, Jonah. Are you feeling particularly tired?"
The CEO taps his pen against the glass bowl. It makes a gentle clink that causes the camera to fuzz.
Jonah nods his head. "I mean, like, yeah, man. I haven't slept in... a while. I don't know. I just can't fall asleep anymore. I think it's because of all the shit always happening I don't wanna miss, but still. Fuckin' sucks."
The CEO smiles. The fog over his face lifts for a moment to show it. His mouth is a little too wide to be human. It curls a little too far upwards, teeth just barely too sharp to be friendly.
"I don't think you'll have that problem soon."
He smiles awkwardly. "Yeahhhh, sure.... that totally does not sound like the trailer of a horror movie."
He laughs brightly. "Oh, well, if the setting fits."
"Right... sure. Um, wearrr it.. no that doesn't work. Nevermind. Forget I said that." Jonah rubs at his eye. "I guess that something else could be going on. Hell, one of my best friends was like, in another universe. Weird shit. I swear Mandela County's just a... fuckfest now- shiit, is it bedtime or something? The bright lights were keepin' me awake."
"It is rather late." The CEO smiles thinly. "We're almost done with the interview and then you can... tap out."
"Does the environment affect the way you feel these sorts of effects?" The CEO moves on, but there's an odd tilt to his head. He's watching very closely. It's a waiting game for something.
"...I don't think I'll fall asleep, lowkey, just... tired. Damn." He yawns, covering his mouth as he does. "Yeah. I mean I'm more likely to fall asleep in a dark room than a bright one, that's just bedtime physics- why? Hey, why does that matter?"
He chuckles slowly. "I was referring to your problem, Jonah, not your exhaustion."
Still. He seems pleased. Amused, even."
"OH. Oh, right, okay. Yeah, dude. I hate the fact that everything's happening all the time. Lowkey freaks me out when everything's loud and yelling 'n out there, but yeah. I would just rather the environment be peaceful 'n whatnot, but... it's not. I don't think it ever will be, to be real with you."
The clink of the pen stops.
"There are always places that hold the absence of noise, if you'd prefer. The laboratories are a good example of that."
Jonah shrugs nonchalantly. All things considered in his posture and demeanor, he seems uncomfortable, but he has begun to slump against his will. Tired. "I guess... it is kinda quiet, but that's probably just the interview room or whatever, right?"
"Oh no. Our entire labs are fairly quiet. All the subjects are contained within their own rooms. Everything is sound proofed. Unlike this room, though, there is typically.... how do you, say; soothing music playing? Per the request of the interns. It'd be a fairly peaceful place, should you ever require to come back after this interview."
The CEO picks up his clipboard.
"Which, you will need to do. While this interview has been enlightening.... your symptoms need more than just a word by word evaluation, Jonah."
"I mean... wicked and all, but. What does that mean? What are you gonna have to do?" Jonah rubs his eye again but this time it lightly droops, daring to fall asleep on impact, but Jonah keeps himself awake.
"Examination." He hums. "Analyze you." The clipboard is put in the desk drawer.
"Analyze me??" He sounds taken aback, confused despite the fact that this was to be expected in a laboratory. "Okay, you know how Lab Rat that sounds, right? I'm sure you mean well but like hooly shiiit-"
He's interrupted again, his eyelid heavy.
"Don't worry about it just yet. Why don't you close your eyes for a moment? Take a breath."
"...I don't- okay?.." Skeptical, he crosses his arms on the table and leans his head on it to relax. Then, the exhaustion sparks, and Jonah finds it harder to keep his eyes open, trying to listen further.
"No worries. You don't need to be afraid. It's not experimentation. It's just analysis. Viewing, watching. Safe, gaining the answers you want. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
"...Sure, whatever..." Jonah mumbles tirelessly, eyes falling heavy. He tries to open them again, one more time, but he can't seem to stir past that. In a moment, his eyes close, and they do not open again. He's fallen unconscious.
The CEO grins wider. He turns towards the camera, upper face blocked from view. His mouth grows wider as he lifts a single finger in front of the grin. A signal for quiet.
"End recording."
And so, the tape cuts out.
End Video : Subject J-15-8-14-18, "Jonah Marshall."
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@encarnal asked: 🌺 & 🌼
🌺… a secret.
❝ I know I can't really trust Bel as far as I can throw him, ❞ which might be a fairly good distance, honestly, ❝ but... he still makes me feel strangely comfortable. I hardly believe a word he says because he's a pathological liar and like... a literal demon or whatever, but that just means there's not much I could do to turn him off. ❞ He probably doesn't even know what it feels like to be anything but turned on. Whore!
❝ I mean, what's he gonna do— judge me for being a bad person? ❞ The thought is somewhat laughable, really. ❝ It helps that he's good with his mouth... among other things. ❞ There's a pause, a moment of hesitation before she adds, ❝ All his mystery is by design, but I'm a little too stubborn and reckless to stay away from dangerous things, I think. ❞ Like the girl in the red hood approaching the big bad wolf. She's hardly innocent or naïve, but it remains to be seen whether the beast will ultimately consume or spare her. ❝ Haha, you think he's my GUARDIAN ANGEL by any chance? Maybe I should start prostrating at his feet— I'd love to see how he reacts to that. ❞ Sounds like a one-way ticket to Heaven.
🌼… a story about the past.
❝ How far back in the past are we talking? If we're aiming for my days as a young escaped convict delinquent, well... I got up to a lot of trouble, back then. ❞ Nicolette laughs to herself as if she’d just told a great joke.
❝ Long story short, this guy comes into the bar and tries to buy me a drink, right? He’s huge, I swear, like… mad ripped and 6′9 or some shit, but he smells terrible. Like motor oil and sweat. Which is definitely not a turn on, you know? Like, my panties aren't about to get soaked sitting next to a dude that smells like BO. ❞ She shudders as if reliving it.
❝ I’m not feeling it, so I tell him, I said ❛ listen buddy, I’m not gonna fuck you, it’s not happening ❜ that’s what I say. Maybe a little mean, but whatever. He still doesn’t take the hint and keeps trying to buy me a drink so I tell him to go suck his own dick, and he definitely doesn’t like that, so he calls me bitch, you know, the usual shit. So I excuse myself from the bar and step outside, and that’s when I see it... ❞ There’s a pause for dramatic effect, and she struggles to continue as she starts laughing again. ❝ There it is, his— pffbfbt— his motorcycle! I know it's his, because it smells just like him. So you know what I did? I pulled out a knife and scratched up the ugly, orange paint on that fuckin’ thing and cut holes in the tires. And then I went home! ❞ But not before hanging around until the bar closed and kicked the straggles out— she'd waited until he'd worked himself into a fit over his bike, pulled him into the alley and beat him near death. She'd left him on the pavement after stealing his wallet. Who knew if he even survived? ❝ Let's just say... I was pretty volatile, back then. ❞
Wasn’t that a fun story?
#encarnal#WELL. WHAT CAN I SAY!!!!!#STILL THINKING ABOUT UR ANSWER TO THE VALENTINES ASK#it altered my brain chemistry#as does every interaction between them#suggestive tw#⊰ 🩸 // ASKS » when she talks she talks like she can handle it. ⊱#⊰ 🩸 // QUEUE ⊱
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Chapters: 61/70
Fandom: Naruto, Fairy Tail
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Mebuki, Haruno Kizashi, Haruno Sakura, Yamanaka Inoichi
Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Action/Adventure, Bodyswap, Sharing a Body, More Serious Than You Think, Probably Less Crack Than You Think, Worldbuilding, Konoha Is TOTALLY A Yami Guild, Hatake Kakashi is a Troll, Natsu Doesn't Deserve This, Unless Property Damage Invokes Karma, ...He Probably Deserves It, Kizashi is Best Dad
Series: Part 1 of Flowers Bloom in Red and Gold
Summary:
The Investigation arc comes to a head, all the pieces in place for the finale!
And the poor genin of Team 7 are swept up in the Sanins’ game with only a bare grasp of the situation.
RIP Jiraiya’s sanity. There’s just no winning with these kids.
#clena's fanfic#girl's mind fanfic#clena posts a thing!#always RIP Jiraiya#he really needs a break#he's gonna go to the land of hotsprings after this and take a vacation if it KILLS him#now I get to actually WRITE the finale of this arc! I'm gonna try to wrap it all up in chapter 62#so that chapter 63 can go straight into the next one and finally get me to the finale of this actual BOOK#cause it'll be the penultimate arc#hopefully fairly short#but this BOOK is already three times its estimated length#so fairly short can mean fuckin ANYTHING
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
katsuki bakugou | f!reader, implied(ish) mafia!kats, choking, exhibitionism, cockwarming, riding, mild corruption themes, degradation, whore/slut!calling. minors dni!
— 2.5k words
"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your friend—I wanna get to know you better."
“Um, excuse me? Have you seen my friend?”
The ash-blond swimming in smoke stills, mid-conversation with some half-dressed woman to his right. In fact, all the half-dressed women snap their heads your way, all ten of them, sizing you up in your non-promiscuous dress and heels (not compared to theirs, at least) and obvious awkwardness and uncouthness. The ash-blond frowns.
“How’d you fuckin’ get in here?”
“Um,” you glance at the green-haired bouncer who let you through—he’s too busy guarding the entrance to notice. “I just pretended like I knew who you were and he...let me in?”
“Fuckin’ Deku,” the ash-blond groans, rubbing a hand over his face before tossing it over the back of the booth. “Whadd’ya want?”
“Um, I was wondering if you’ve seen my friend,” you repeat, hands fiddling with your bracelets as you crack under the pressure of all the eyes. “She’s um, kinda short with long brown hair. I don’t...it was hard to see the color of her dress in the dark, but I think it was purple?”
The ash-blond blinks as you fumble over your words, causing a second of silence where he does nothing but stare until he snaps, digging his cigar into the ash-tray with finality.
“All right. Shoo, ladies.”
The women surrounding the ash-blond whine and boo. He seems unfazed though, simply shrugging as he says:
“Gotta help this pretty thing find her friend.”
The women clear out quickly and quietly after that. And though you’re unsure why, many of them shoot very nasty looks your way as they pass under the neon red exit sign and into the chaotic club. They look like they want to kill you.
Anyways.
“So...does that mean you know where my friend is?”
“Nope,” the ash-blond says, popping the ‘p’ as he adjusts to the extra space in the booth. “But you get a solid fuckin’ view from up here. Sit.”
You nod and take the spot next to him, scanning the crowd below with narrowed eyes. You look for something, anything that could hint at where your friend could be, but wind up empty-handed.
"D'ya come here often?" he asks, and you shake your head.
"No. I mean, I heard the place is kind of new anyway, so," you shrug absentmindedly. You think you see your friend for a second, just catching a glimpse of brown hair, but once the girl turns, it's clear she's not who you're looking for. Dammit.
"Guess so," the man grunts. You hear him shift but you don't look. "The o—"
"Shoes, did you see her shoes?" You ask before realizing your thought process is light years ahead of his. He gives you a blank look. "I mean—sorry, they're like, really high stilettos with gold on the bottom. I think."
The stranger's angled eyebrows drop. "No."
"Dammit," you click your tongue, before turning back to the crowd. No...no...no...no...
"Listen, I'm not gonna sugar coat it—I don't give a fuck about your friend." He says with a sigh. Your head snaps to look at him because it doesn't matter if he meant it, that's rude, but your thoughts disintegrate into nothing as he grabs you by the chin and says, "I wanna get to know you better."
"Um," You swallow. He's close to the point where your eyes cross trying to put him into focus. "M-Me?"
"You," he confirms with a cocked eyebrow. "What, never been the center of attention before, Princess?"
You falter. Not like this.
"So," he continues when you don't respond. "What's your name, Princess? I'm Katsuki."
You give him yours and meet his hand halfway for a handshake, much too aware of how big it is compared to yours. Katsuki hums, both arms on either side of your being and ultimately, caging you to the booth.
"Y/N..." He repeats, experimentally, like he's trying to see how it fits in his mouth. You don't mind the way it sounds coming from him. "I like it.”
"O-Oh, um," you're unsure of what to say, so you do nothing but blush and place a hand to his chest. You try your hardest to hide your surprise upon feeling how firm it is. "Thank you."
"Don't gotta thank me for stating the obvious," Katsuki grunts, adjusting so his eyes are leveled with yours. "What do you like to do, Y/N?"
There's a hand on your thigh.
It sits right where your dress stops, and it burns—but you find yourself unsure of what you want it to do, whether you want it to go away or continue its journey up. And that's exactly what it does, as Katsuki thumbs the hem to your skirt and you try your hardest to focus on your reply.
"U-Um..." you panic, too much heat in his eyes for comfort. "I don't know."
Katsuki raises an eyebrow in faint amusement, "You don't know?"
"W-Well, I mean—!" You try after realizing how utterly empty-headed you must sound. Katsuki's chuckle diffuses your efforts fairly quickly.
"You're cute, you know that?" He says gruffly, carmine red eyes burning through the dark of the club. You suppress the urge to shrink.
"I—um, thank you," you flush embarrassingly red. Katsuki's eyes study your being for a moment, flickering up and down, and up again until he's tapping the side of your thigh twice.
"Sit in my lap, Princess."
He guides you using your wrist and for some reason you allow him to guide you into his lap, grunting as he nestles you on him comfortably as he overlooks the club. You falter upon feeling something...strangely hard. “What’s that?”
“My dick,” Katsuki grunts, almost absentmindedly, and yet the vulgar comment takes you so off guard that it nearly knocks the wind out of you.
“Oh.”
“‘S your fault for gettin’ me all worked up, Princess,” Katsuki’s hands find their way around your waist before they’re guiding your hips into rolling small, smooth circles against him. Katsuki’s back thumps against the back of the booth as he admires the view, groaning behind a bitten lip. “Told ya to sit still and you didn’t listen.”
You suppose that’s valid.
Plus, you’re enjoying the little groans he’s letting out—along with the sharp inhales when your hips dig harder into his.
“How um—how do I help?”
“Just keep sittin’ pretty, Princess,” Katsuki growls, and you nod, allowing him to guide your hips to his will. It’s a lot of movement, and you find yourself shying away from the balcony as he hikes your dress up to your waist—ultimately exposing the entirety of your lower half. Your goosebumps rise.
“What if people see?”
”They won’t. We’re too high up,” Katsuki soothes, rubbing a thumb over your ribcage as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. “And if they’re fuckin’ nosy? Let ‘em see. The sick fuckers will appreciate the show.”
Let them see. You shiver at that.
Katsuki’s running his hot hands all over your body and they make you feel nothing short of sexy, sliding them up the sides of your body until they curve over your breasts, and drop back down to your hips. They move as if they’re mapping out your body, trying to figure out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble, and you sigh along with the satisfying glide.
“Fuck...you have a better body than those girls ever will,” he groans, but you flush at the way he seems to say it more to himself than to you. “Fuckin’ perfect, fuck.”
“T-Thank you,” you flush, unsure if you were supposed to take the praise or not. Katsuki chuckles.
“So fuckin’ cute, too. You’re welcome, Princess.” His hands move from your waist to the sides of your thighs, tapping twice with open palms. “Squat.”
“Squat?” You confirm with furrowed eyebrows. Katsuki grunts and manhandles you to your feet with a sigh. There isn’t a whole lot of space between the booth and the railing, forcing you to fold over the banister with the cool thing pressing into your gut and your arms keep you from falling completely. You shiver from the cool air as his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties, and then you feel something hot kiss your entrance before Katsuki’s guiding you back down using your hips.
You’re full of him, immediately, and you struggle to hide a whimper as he wastes no time in bottoming out.
“O-Oh—“
“Never had somethin’ this big before, huh Princess?” Katsuki’s strained voice is the only evidence that lets you know he’s feeling good, and you’re tightening around him with a nod.
“N-No, definitely not.”
You have to rest your head against the buzzing railing to just breathe through it, to adjust, and Katsuki chuckles at your shuddering chest. He taps a steady rhythm that matches the beat of the music into your side but doesn’t move, and you find a strange comfort in the vibrating club, with the addition of something inside you providing a uniquely comfortable warmth.
"C-Can I—"
"No," Katsuki grunts, placing heavy hands on your hips to ensure you'll stay in place. "Find your fuckin' friend, first. Y'got a good view."
You whimper and nod, resting your forehead against the cool railing. Fuck—he fills you up too well. As you watch people live their lives down below, you rake your eyes through the crowd in search of a purple dress—and you come up empty.
"I-I don't even know if she's here," you defend, chest shuddering. Katsuki chuckles, though it's laced with something heavier.
"Really? 'Cause you were so fuckin’ sure about twenty minutes ago."
Katsuki's hand cracks against your ass—with a sound you're surprised no one heard over the music—and you yelp. "Dirty fuckin' girl, grinding back on my cock. Impatient girls get punished, you know."
You nearly moan behind a bitten lip. You weren't even aware you were moving.
“F-Found her,” you barely croak out, so relaxed your upper body practically drapes off the balcony. Katsuki snorts, leaning forwards so his mouth is flush against the back of your neck—you gasp from the adjustment.
“Prove it.” He grunts breathily, clearly in a similar condition.
“U-Um, the gold stilettos," you barely manage, and Katsuki hisses as you tighten around him to point down into the fray—lo and behold, there she is, in the middle of the goddamn dance floor with some guy you've never seen before. You...suppose you're in a similar situation. A better one.
"Good girl," the ash-blond coos. Shivering, your hips rolling on their own, but this time Katsuki lets them. You don't stop. “Fuckin’ choking my cock, shit.”
His hands get a little shaky and though it’s hard to discern through your own arousal, you take note of how thin his voice sounds, and continue to roll your hips in the way that makes him shiver. Katsuki starts to trail kisses up your neck which turns into a bite of your earlobe, causing you to hiss from the feeling.
“‘S good?” You ask—Katsuki’s chest vibrates against your back.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he huffs, guiding hands sliding down your waist. “Keep goin’.”
Not that you were planning on stopping.
Katsuki’s hands slide between your thighs to rub at your clit. You nearly shout, thighs seizing, and the ash-blond chuckles at your inability to stay quiet as if he wasn’t sliding a free hand up your dress to play with your chest.
“Dirty fuckin’ girl—you aren’t even trying to hide it now, are ya? Moanin’ in the club like a goddamn whore.”
You nearly choke at that, slamming a hand over your lips to muffle the sound. Not that anyone would be able to hear you over the club music, but still. Public decency.
Either way, your reaction has Katsuki chuckling, and he hooks his chin over your shoulder as he says, “You like it when I call you dirty, Princess? You like when I point out how fuckin’ filthy you are for me?”
You nod your head vehemently, now bouncing on Katsuki’s cock with a newfound enthusiasm—and you figure the slap on your ass is a signal to respond.
“Answer me, slut.”
“Y-Yeah, I do,” you whimper, and Katsuki’s hand crawls from your breasts to your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply in the best way. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nearly gasping as you slur:
“Gonna—gonna cum.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock in the middle of a club, huh?” Katsuki’s chuckle strains from arousal and you’re positive he’s not that far behind. The hand on your clit speeds up and Katsuki curses as you tighten around him, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder.
“Cum for me, Princess, fuckin’ do it—“
You squeeze around him with a shout before your orgasm comes over you, shoulders shuddering. Katsuki groans out a broken good girl before his hips buck and grip tightens around your waist as he cums, hands guiding your hips to ride both of your orgasms out until they finally come to a still.
You shiver as Katsuki catches his breath in your neck. Eventually, your racing hearts beat in time with the music and bodies cool enough to not feel so slick with sweat, and finally, Katsuki pulls out with a groan. He doesn't remove you from his lap, though.
"You good?"
You nod, fixing your hair in hopes that you'll look more put together than you feel. "Yeah—yeah I'm fine. You?"
Katsuki turns you in his lap to face him (though it does take some awkward clambering due to the limited space). He zips up his fly and you pull down your dress, the next steps about as uncertain as walking in the dark.
"Why're you asking me?"
"I dunno," you shrug, bottom lip poking out in indifference, "Pussy can take a lot out of a guy, I guess."
Katsuki's pale pink lips slide into a lazy smile, and he drops his head with a snort. "I—yeah okay. Sure."
"What?" You giggle, gesturing at his heaving chest before crossing your hands over yours with a huff. "You're out of breath, aren't you? I did all the work."
Katsuki chuckles at your petulance, shaking his head in defeat, "Y'got me there."
He rests his head against the backboard of the booth to give you a look. You can't put your finger on it, but you feel exposed nonetheless, and you struggle not shrink from it. He licks his lips, "You drink, Princess?"
"Depends," you shrug. The ash-blond grins.
"What do you like?"
"Shirley Temples," you giggle, coiling your arms around his neck. Katsuki's hands return to your waist and it's...comfortable. "Why, you wanna buy me one?"
Katsuki makes a face that signifies yes, he does, and you follow his eyes in peering towards the dance floor again. You see your friend exactly where you saw her last, and upon feeling eyes on her, she looks around to find yours. She shoots you a wink—you roll your eyes.
"What about your friend?" Katsuki snorts, lifting an eyebrow. You snort.
"I found her, didn't I?" You wink, standing to your feet to pull him towards the bar. "Now c'mon! Doing all that work made me thirsty."
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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU
All Parts
Part 23:
Smirking, you hit send, already knowing your response would get him riled up.
You could imagine the look on his face, his pinched eyebrows and the slight tilt of his grimace. The red of his unamused eyes and the clenched set of his annoyed jaw.
It was thoughts like those that led you to text him- not even ten minutes after you had left. You’d blame it on how boring being in a taxi was- but you knew the truth. You just weren’t ready to say good night to him yet.
You snorted.
Sometimes it slipped your mind just how juvenile and funny Bakugou could be- but he never really let you forget for long.
You let out a full on laugh this time- eyes scanning to re-read and re-read a, quite frankly, unbelievable, text.
You suppose it was your fault though, you can’t exactly act surprised when Bakugou has already proven himself to be notoriously bad at saying sorry.
A pause. A long pause.
And then a flurry of angry texts that arrive faster than you can read them.
Incoming Call - Bakugou :)) 9:21
You smirk, hardly surprised he reacted. The only thing Bakugou liked more than arguing with you, you had come to learn, was hearing you sing his praises. And- since you cut those short, all there was left for him to do was yell at you.
You were surprised that he called you though, and you picked up with an easy smile.
“You really enjoy gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves, hah?”
“Aww, Bakugou, you called me!”
“I told you I didn’t fuckin’ like that, idiot. Quit it already.”
“Which part- the making fun of you, or the calling you by your last name?” You ask cheekily. “I’m an idiot, you know, so you have to be real specific!”
“Wow, look at you,” Bakugou scoffs. “All fuckin’ happy and cheery. Hilarious.”
“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, angry man!” You tease. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”
He’s quiet for a couple seconds.
“You were cryin’.” He huffs, voice low and- guilty? “How fuckin’ happy could it really have been?”
You blink, blindsided once again by how much he cares. You suppose you really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point- but then again, your soulmate does seem to be pretty invested in hiding it.
“I was- I know.” You say softly. “Still a good day, though. Still good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” You smile, settling back in your seat. “I didn’t set your healing back too much, right?”
“No. Fuckin’ course not.” He grumbles. “What? Think I’m a goddamn weakling or something?”
“No, no- of course not. Just wanted to ask is all.”
“I’m good.” Bakugou says, but something in his voice sounds a little more tired than normal. “Fuckin’ better than ever, sunshine.”
“I-I like when you call me that.” You flush, leaning your head against the window. “Sunshine, I mean.”
Bakugou scoffs again, but you sort of think it sounds like a laugh.
“Course you’d take it as a compliment.” He gripes, but the exhaustion slips into his voice again. “Fuckin’ dork.”
“Hey! I am not!” You whine, but then you pause, lowering your voice a little. “Hey- Kasuki?”
He only hums in response.
“You sound a little tired? You all good, angry man?”
“It’s like 9:30- usually asleep by now ‘sall.” He breathes out, words more subdued than you’re used to. “I’m good, though.”
“You sure? Because I can hang up! I’m sure I’ve already exhausted you so much today, so it’s totally okay if-“
“Stay on the fuckin’ phone, idiot.”
Bakugou calls you a name- that same name, idiot, that he’s called you since day one; but something feels different about it this time.
Maybe it’s the sleep in his voice, or the way he’s finally not yelling anymore, but you think you finally begin to see the name for what it is: Familarity. Fondness. Affection- if only in that specific Bakugou Katsuki brand of plausible deniability.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay- I can do that.” You answer easily.
“You actually listenin’ to me?” He says sleepily, words almost slurring as they leave his mouth. “Didn’t know you could fuckin’ do that.”
“Hey, I gotta listen to somebody at some point today- I certainly didn’t listen to Kirishima earlier.”
“Yeah, that was a fuckin’ good choice, though. He was bein’ an ass. Made me mad.”
“It wasn’t his fault, I don’t think he knew. So don’t get too mad at him.” You smile. “He seems like a good friend, though. I like him.”
“That’s- don’t say that.” He grumbles. “Annoys the hell outta me.”
You rolled your eyes but your chest warms.
“Chill out, you know I like you more, angry man.”
You expected him to deny it; to argue and scream and rebuff your insinuation by all means necessary- but he doesn’t.
“Damn straight, shitty woman.”
“You know what,” You laugh. “I’m just gonna let that last mean name go. I’m feelin’ pretty generous today.”
“Why?”
“Special occasion.”
“Whatsa- what’sa,” His voice is barely there, all grumble and drowsiness. “Whatsa special occasion?”
“Meeting my soulmate.”
“Mhm.”
Bakugou’s barely responsive at this point, but it doesn’t bother you. You decide then, in the back of a taxi, that you appreciate the sound of his breathing more than anyone else’s. More than your own, even.
“Yep- he’s loud, like super loud. Angry too. Super angry.” You say indulgently. “But he’s good. Really good.”
Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you hear his breathing beginning to slow a little, and he grumbles. You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you continue.
“And, apparently he’s pretty heroic too. Saves kids and defeats villians and nearly kills himself while he’s at it. Isn’t that crazy?” You lower your voice, nearly whispering. “I’m super proud of him though- I could never do that.”
You pause, listening to the soft breathes coming through you’re phone. You’re fairly certain he’s asleep- pretty sure he couldn’t successfully fake snores that little if he tried. You supposed it’s a little ironic- that such soft, little, kitten snores could come from a man who spends the whole day roaring like a lion.
You press the phone a little closer to your ear, curling up around it.
“I like him, though. I like him a whole lot.”
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gettin close to the end, folks, it’s all fluff frum hereeeee
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Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece
(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT
In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon
Anyways, back to the fic.
Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.
Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\
Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])
Fic under cut!!!!!
"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.
"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown.
"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-"
Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!"
You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"
"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"
A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"
Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"
"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."
Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?"
Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same.
Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"
I'm regretting this more and more by the second.
The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?
Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.
She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-"
Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.
"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together.
You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz."
"Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."
"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?
"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.
You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.
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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.
Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you.
You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.
You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.
"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-
"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"
H-Huh?
Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it.
She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.
"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.
Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.
"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.
"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."
"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"
Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"
She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!"
The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"
"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes.
"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.
"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.
After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."
"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"
How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?
"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."
You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.
"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.
Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.
Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now-
Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.
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muse
A/n: hello everyone!! im very excited to put this out :-) i was going to make a long one shot but ive never written anything multi-part before and i wanted to give it a go!! also my first time with an oc 🌟so i hope everyone enjoys!! not sure when the next part will come out but i wanna upload at least once a week or every two weeks or something idk haha but anywayssss lmk ur thoughts!
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my ko-fi! thank you :)
Los Angeles was your newest muse.
You had always been the spontaneous type. It came as no shock to your family and friends when you told them you had purchased a one-way ticket and were moving across the country. Although your parents weren’t too keen on the idea of their daughter moving so far away from them, they helped you withdraw your savings and find a modest apartment in LA before sending you on your way.
Your reason for moving to LA was simple, really. You were a freelance photographer that felt your career was growing rather… stagnant. You had a thick portfolio and were proud of the work you produced, but your clientele wasn’t as impressive as you’d hope it would be after nearly six years of working at it.
And so began your desire to move from New York to Los Angeles— one big city to the next.
People who knew you often described you as ambitious, fiery, and an absolute go-getter. If your big move scared you in any way, no one knew any better. Your confidence never faltered— not even in the slightest.
After nearly three months of being in LA, you developed a routine of sorts. You’d wake up, eat a breakfast that almost always consisted of avocado toast and coffee, and go on a run. After your run, you would come home, shower, and decide how far you wanted to venture to take pictures that day.
Sometimes your roommates, Serena and Iman, would join you to keep you company. Although you’d never met either one of them before answering their ad for a roommate on Craigslist, you had grown extremely close to the girls in the few months that you’d known them. Despite the two girls being friends since their childhood, they never made you feel left out, and you fit in with them effortlessly.
During your short time in the city, there were so many places you had been, but still, even more you had yet to see. Serena and Iman, both native Angelenos, would often suggest spots for you to check out and even offer to drive you around— you were from New York after all, and at twenty-four years old, you were still not the owner of a driver's license.
“You’ve never been to North Hollywood yet, right Aminah?” Iman questioned as you all lounged around, trying to come up with a place you had not yet been.
“No, I haven’t really gone anywhere farther than walking distance,” you reply, looking around the cramped living room for your camera bag. “Or the places you guys have driven me. That was still considered Downtown though, right? Where we went the other day?” You were still getting used to how absolutely massive Los Angeles was.
“We should go to Santa Monica or something— wait, Malibu!” Serena exclaims. “We have to go to Malibu, Mina. It’s so nice there, you could totally get a bunch of good shots.”
“Yeah, we might even see a celebrity!” Iman chimes in, stifling laughter.
It was an on-going joke between the three of you. When you first moved to LA, you told your roommates that you couldn’t wait to make your way around the city because you were hoping to run into a celebrity. It was Los Angeles after all— you figured they were everywhere.
You quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Celebrities here kept a low-profile and even if you did encounter a celebrity, it’s not like you would approach them. “You’re not funny, Iman,” you tell your roommate with a roll of your eyes.
“Yes I am,” Iman quips, wiggling her eyebrows. “If we’re gonna go to Malibu then I gotta change. Can I borrow a cute shirt from anyone?”
A short twenty minutes later, the three of you were piled in Serena’s car on your way to Malibu. You’d heard of the city before and knew it was a wealthy area, but that’s about it. Your roommates promised you that out of all the beaches in LA, Malibu had the nicest ones, and lots of places to take pictures. Since none of you had anything to do, you all decided it was as good a day as any to have a beach day and get some shots of your roommates to add to your portfolio. Since you didn’t know anyone except Serena and Iman, the pictures on your camera from the last few months consisted entirely of nature and inanimate objects. While it was good practice, you really preferred to photograph actual people.
“Traffic is so bad today,” you say from the backseat after traveling approximately two feet in five minutes. Iman snorts from the passenger side.
“When isn’t traffic bad, Mina,” she turns to look at you, an amused look on her face. “Don’t worry about it. It always gets backed up at this fuckin’ exit and then as soon as we get past it there’s like, zero traffic.”
“Right! I always complain about how shitty this exit is. I have no clue who designed it,” Serena adds, skipping through songs on her playlist. “It’s still early in the day, though. I’m just hoping the beach won’t be too crowded by the time we get there.”
“I don’t care how crowded the beach is. I just don’t want it to take us forty minutes to find parking…”
You tune out your roommate's voices, instead choosing to focus on the traffic jam outside the car. To Serena and Iman, people who were born and raised in Los Angeles, the city wasn’t necessarily anything special. Sure, they loved how there was always something to do, but the bad drivers, traffic, and smog got old. The novelty of LA hadn’t yet worn off to you, though. You didn’t know how your roommates were content to sit inside the apartment all day when there were tons of things to do basically right outside your doorstep. You felt like you were the one convincing them to go out with you half of the time, and you didn’t even know where you were going.
After what feels like almost entirely too long but was really only half an hour, Serena pulls into a fairly empty parking lot. “Are we not allowed to be here?”
“Why do you think that?” Iman asks, squinting her eyes to read a sign. “It doesn’t say it’s closed. I mean, there are a few cars–– look.” She points to a few cars scattered around the parking lot.
“I mean, it is nine in the morning on a Wednesday. People are probably at work,” you tell the two girls in the front seat. “Besides, there’s someone in the parking booth. Can you even close a beach?”
Serena drives forward, rolling down her window. “I mean, I guess not. You can close the parking lot, though.” You hum in agreement. She quickly pays for parking and tosses her receipt on the dashboard before driving slowly through the parking lot.
“I love when no one’s at the beach,” Iman sighs, clapping her hands. “No one will get in the way of your picture-taking either, Meens.”
You smile at the nickname. “Yeah, that’s true. We picked a perfect time to come too, guys. The lighting’s great.”
“Really? Is it gonna make my skin pop?” Iman turns around and sticks her arm out, sensually running her fingers along it.
“You always look good no matter what the lighting’s like, Iman,” you reply, refraining from rolling your eyes at her. “You have the glowiest complexion out of all of us.”
“We’re literally all the same skin-tone, Aminah,” she retorts, crossing her arms.
“We have different undertones, though,” you answer. “So not really. Plus, Serena is way lighter than us! What are you talking about?”
“Should I park here?” Serena asks, interrupting your conversation.
“Why here? All these empty spots and you wanna park directly next to this car?”
“This is a good spot, Iman. It’s a parking lot. If they didn’t want anyone to park next to them, they should’ve taken an Uber and got dropped off.” She turns into the spot, quickly putting the car in park and crossing her arms to prove her point.
You unbuckle your seatbelt, smiling at your friends’ bickering. They were so close they were basically sisters. They argued sometimes and were quick to call the other out on their shit, and you loved it.
“I just think you’re weird for parking next to this car. It’s a nice car.”
“Who cares, girl?” Serena groans, exasperated. “We’re gonna be on the beach. They’ll probably be gone before we will.” She pops the trunk before unplugging her phone from the aux cord and stepping outside. Iman mimics her before flinging the door open as well and stepping out of the car.
You make sure your camera bag is closed all the way before situating it over your shoulder and climbing out of the car as well.
“It’s kinda cold,” Iman says, wrapping her arms around her body. “If I knew it would be so overcast I would’ve bought a jacket.” Serena hums in agreement and you look up at the sky, unphased.
“It’s like, seventy degrees?” you look at the weather app on your phone in confirmation.
“We get it, Meens. You’re from New York,” Serena teases, closing her trunk. She hands you a few towels and a blanket to carry while she rolls the cooler and Iman carries the beach chairs and umbrella.
“It’s a cold seventy degrees and you know it,” Iman defends. “Look at my goosebumps. I can’t fake this shit.” You shake your head at your overly dramatic friends and follow them down to the beach. You take off your sandals as soon as you’re off the pavement, wiggling your toes in the cold sand.
“We can set up pretty much wherever we want,” Serena points out, tucking flyaway curls behind her ears. “Where do you think the best place to be is, Mina? Y’know, so you can get good pictures?”
“It doesn’t really matter, to be honest,” you tell them distractedly, too busy looking around the beach in awe. Your friends were right–– out of all the beaches you’d visited in Los Angeles so far, this one was the nicest (and cleanest). “Maybe we can get a little closer to the water?”
The three of you walk for a couple of minutes before Iman abruptly stops, dramatically dropping everything she was carrying. “Let’s just set up here. There’s no one around anyway, it doesn’t matter.”
“There actually is someone around,” you tell them, looking at a stranger who seemed to be fixated on staring at you and your friends. “Don’t look, but a cute guy is staring at us.” Serena and Iman immediately turn around, shading their eyes from the bit of sun that was starting to peek through the clouds. The guy couldn’t have been more than twenty yards away from where you were setting up.
...“Huh,” Serena says, turning back around. “Is it just me, or does that guy look a lot like Harry Styles?” She looks back over her shoulder again, but he’s no longer staring at the three of you, focusing on what appeared to be a book instead.
“Why would Harry Styles be at the beach by himself at nine in the morning?” Iman asks, unfolding a beach chair and flopping down on it.
“Why wouldn’t he? It’s Malibu, dude,” Serena responds. You could tell your friends were about to start bickering again, so you quickly jump in.
“Doesn’t matter. Neither one of you would go up to him even if it was, so what’s the point in arguing about it?” They both raise their eyebrows at you.
“And you would, Mina? Bullshit!” Iman exclaims, laughing. “I dare you to go see if it’s him, and if it is, ask him if he wants to join us.”
“That’s weird! What if it’s not him?”
“Even if it’s not him, we’ll still get to hang out with a cute boy.” Iman points out. Serena nods in agreement and you can’t deny that she makes a convincing argument. “Just ask him if he wants a mimosa or something!”
“No, don’t ask that,” Serena interjects. “Tell him that you’re a photographer and you’re working on building a new portfolio. Ask him if he would be cool with you photographing him.”
You narrow your eyes at her. “Are you sure that’s not weird, Serena?”
“Aminah, trust me. I wouldn’t deliberately let you make yourself look weird.” Your roommate reassures you.
And so you found yourself clearing the short distance to where the handsome stranger was laid, half hoping it was Harry Styles, half hoping it was not. You couldn’t act like you weren’t a fan of him–– you thought he was incredibly attractive and enjoyed his music just like most people. If Harry Styles was the first celebrity you encountered during your short time in Los Angeles, you‘d never stop talking about it. Ever.
When you’re almost to him he looks up, dog-earring the page he’s on. After making eye contact with him, there’s no mistaking that this is Harry Styles. You pinch the back of your hand, urging yourself not to freak out. He has a knowing look on his face and you’re grateful for your darker complexion that hides your blush.
“Hi,” you speak first, stopping a few feet away from him. “Uh, my friends and I are just uh, we’re... you know.” You internally wince at your inability to form a coherent sentence. His gaze never breaks from yours and you look away first, growing shyer by the second. If you thought he was beautiful on Instagram, he was even more gorgeous in person. It was incredible.
“Hi,” he finally says after a brief moment of silence. “‘M sorry if I was starin’ at you ladies a moment ago. I jus’ usually never see anyone else this early out here. Are you a photographer?”
You almost ask him how he knows when you realize your camera is still hanging around your neck. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am.” He’s still staring intently at you.
“Would you like to sit?”
You look over your shoulder at Serena and Iman who were pretending to be preoccupied putting on sunscreen, but you know they were waiting for you to come back with the man you now knew to be Harry Styles.
“Oh, my friends are waiting for me,” Harry looks up at you patiently, waiting for you to continue speaking. “I was actually going to photograph them. I’m working on building up my portfolio. I understand if you can’t for… I dunno, legal reasons? Or if you just don’t want to–– and that’s fine if you don’t, but would it be okay if I photographed you as well?”
“That actually sounds like a lot of fun. It’s kinda boring jus’ readin’ out here on my own,” he agrees quickly, surprising you. Harry stands up and stretches a bit before leaning down to gather up his blanket, towel, water bottle, and book. “What’s your name? I’m Harry.”
You know that Harry knows that you know exactly who he is, but the fact that he introduced himself to you makes him even more endearing. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Aminah.”
Harry extends his free hand to you. “It’s very nice to meet you, Aminah.” You love the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth.
As you approach Serena and Iman, their eyes go wide when they realize it really was him. Serena nudges Iman and you know without even having heard it that she’s saying, “I told you so!” Harry stops a bit behind you, smiling at them.
“Hello,” he starts. “S’okay if I join you ladies? Aminah here extended such a nice offer that I jus’ couldn’t pass it up, but wanna check with the two of you first.”
Serena’s mouth is shamelessly hanging open, and you realize that she may have been a bigger fan than she let on. Iman answers for them. “Of course! Mina’s building her portfolio and I bet it would look like, super cool, if you were a part of it!” Harry nods, setting the few things he had with him down.
“I don’t think I would even be the center of attention if ‘m sittin’ beside you beautiful ladies. I’ll jus’ act as a prop or something,” he flashes them a dimpled smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are your names? I’m Harry.”
“We know,” Iman answers a little too quickly. “I’m Iman and this is Serena.” Serena gives him a timid wave.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you all. Are you guys from around here?” He lays his blanket beside all of your stuff and sits down cross-legged, not once breaking eye contact with any of you. You had no idea how he did it.
“We live Downtown. We’re only over here so Mina could get some good pictures, she’s a photographer,” Iman answers proudly. “She’s amazing, but she’ll never admit it.”
“Iman…,” you trail off. “Stop, dude.”
“It’s true,” Serena jumps into the conversation, now seemingly over the initial shock of who was sitting barely two feet away from her. “She’s the best photographer I know.” Harry turns to look at you, an amused look on his face.
“That’s a hefty claim. I can’t wait to see your photography skills, Aminah.”
“They’re just hyping me up,” you reply, making a mental note to yell at your friends for embarrassing you once the three of you were alone again. “I’m not that good.”
“That looks pretty professional to me,” Harry says, gesturing to the camera that has not yet left your neck since arriving at the beach. “I bet you’re just as good as they say you are.” You look away, hiding your face. Iman, being the wing woman she is, can tell you’re growing flustered from all the attention and moves the conversation away from you.
“Do any of y’all want a mimosa?” Before anyone can even answer her, she’s popping open the champagne and handing the orange juice to Serena to open. Harry politely declines, as he drove himself to the beach that morning. You and Iman are ultimately the only ones who indulge in a drink since you were the only ones not driving.
Talking to Harry was like catching up with an old friend. He wanted to know everything about the three of you and whenever he felt the conversation was becoming too much about him, he quickly changed the subject. Harry learned that Iman and Serena have been friends since the second grade when Iman pushed some boy off of the monkey bars for teasing Serena. He learned your favorite take-out spots, your favorite bars, and what freeways Iman and Serena tried to avoid at all cost (it was the 405, which he agreed with). What seemed to intrigue Harry the most, though, was him learning that you just moved from New York and had never even been to Los Angeles before moving.
“Why did you pick somewhere all the way across the country that you’d never even vacationed at before?” He had a look of confusion written across his face. You shrug, not really knowing the answer.
“I mean, I’ve seen it on TV shows and in movies. That doesn’t count?” you joke. Harry still looks utterly bewildered.
“I mean… no?”
Serena laughs. “We were just as confused as you were, Harry. We were scared for a moment when she moved in because we were like, oh shit, what if she’s insane? You know? Like, what sane person would move all the way across the country to live somewhere they’d never even vacationed before?”
You let out an offended, “heyyyy”, lightly smacking Serena’s thigh. “I just needed a change and I’m a drastic person! I either go all-in when I do something, or I just don’t do it at all.” You defend yourself.
“I actually think that’s really fuckin’ cool,” Harry says after a moment. “Sometimes I wish I could just… up an’ go. Y’know?” you all nod, and it falls silent again. “Well, should we take some pictures now?”
Any intimidation you felt to photograph Harry disappeared as soon as he started posing for you.
Being that he was a major celebrity, he was no stranger to posing for a photoshoot. Harry was ethereal–– you knew the pictures of him would most likely require minimal to no editing. Serena and Iman also looked incredible, and you were thankful to have such gorgeous people as your muses. You were taking pictures of them in various places around the beach, only stopping once it started getting too crowded. There were starting to be too many people in the background of your shots and Harry wanted to get going, not particularly in the mood to be recognized. The three of you decide you should get going too. You had more than enough pictures to go through and besides, you were all starting to grow hungry.
Harry follows the three of you to the parking lot, keeping his head down the entire way. The closer you got to Serena’s car, the sadder you got. You didn’t want to stop talking to Harry and photographing him. However, you knew you were just in the right place at the right time, and it was likely that you’d never cross paths with him any time soon–– if ever again.
“Thank you for letting me photograph you,” you tell him sincerely once you were almost to Serena’s car. “That was really kind of you. I can promise you I won’t post them anywhere without your permission or like, disclose the location or anything like that.”
Harry finally looks up, determining you were far enough away from the crowds and he was no longer at risk of getting recognized. “It was my pleasure, really. Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends. It was a lot of fun getting to know you all.” You feel your body heat up.
“Where did you park?”
“Right there,” Harry points straight ahead. “You?”
You let out a loud laugh, causing Serena and Iman, who was walking slightly ahead of you and Harry, to turn around and look at the two of you. “We parked right next to you! Iman was getting on Serena for parking next to you because the lot was pretty much empty when we got here this morning.”
Harry lets out a breathy chuckle. “I guess it’s fate that we crossed paths then, yeah?” You let out a quiet hum in agreement, stopping a few feet in front of Serena’s car. You hear her and Iman debating on where you should stop for lunch, but you were waiting to see what Harry would say next.
“Aminah? After you get a chance to look at those pictures, do you think you can send them to my manager? His name’s Jeff. I’d love to see how they come out.”
“Oh yeah, of course! Do you have his business card or something?” You were excited that Harry actually cared to see your work but based on the couple of hours you spent interacting with him, you learned he was just an overall insanely kind person.
“I can jus’ put his contact info in your phone? If you don’t mind,” his gaze falters, a sheepish look on his face.
“Totally! Let me just unlock my phone,” you dig in the pocket of your shorts, pulling your phone out and unlocking it with your face. You hand it over to him and while he’s looking down typing you glance over at your roommates who had shocked looks on their faces. You would explain to them later that he wasn’t giving you his number, just his managers, but for now, you’d let them think he was giving his number to you out of all people–– a total stranger.
Harry hands it back to you a few moments later, running his fingers through his hair. “Thank you again for such a great morning, Aminah. I’ll let you get goin’, don’t wanna hold you ladies up any longer,” he waves at Serena and Iman. “It was really nice to meet all of you. Hope to see you all again soon.” You notice that his gaze lingers on you for a moment when he says that, and you feel your body heat up for what must have been at least the tenth time that day.
The three of you watch as Harry unlocks his car and throws his items haphazardly into the passenger side before climbing in, slamming the door shut. His car starts immediately afterwards and he gives you a quick nod before quickly backing out of the spot, leaving. None of you say anything for a bit, just processing what just happened. Serena is the first one to speak, her hand on the handle of her car door.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Harry fucking Styles?” her voice raises at least two octaves and you know she’s about to have a mini freakout. “Did he ask for your number, Meens?”
“No dude, he just gave me his manager's number. He wants to see how the pictures come out after I edit them,” you tell her, opening the backseat of her car. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Uh, that’s definitely a big deal, Aminah. Stop being so humble,” Iman tells you, exaggerated annoyance lacing her voice. “Did you see how he looked at you? When he said, ‘Hope to see you all again soon’?” She puts on a terrible posh accent.
“You’re so annoying,” you groan, shaking out the blanket and beach towels before throwing them onto the seat. “Where are we gonna eat?”
Iman and Serena pile into the car as well, telling you about the three restaurants they were stuck choosing between. You hum distractedly, typing the name ‘Jeff’ into your contacts to see if Harry left a number and an email, or just an email. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you see the name is nowhere to be found in your contact list. You chalk up the mistake to Harry just forgetting to press ‘save’ after creating the contact and figure you can just find his manager’s contact information on the internet somewhere. As you’re scrolling back up through your contact list, your eye lands on a name that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
Harry Styles.
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Our Little Secret: Part Four - A.R.
Word count: 3186
Summary: Arvin helps y/n with her wounds and things get heated.
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Reader's POV
We got to the house and Arvin parked outside. We both got out and shut the doors quietly, not wanting to disturb Lenora in the back. Arvin opened the door and I went around to help.
"Hey, just need you to stand up for me." Arvin spoke softly to his sister, brushing the hair from her face.
She groaned lightly but then sat up with tired eyes and slid out of the car. Arvin held her on one side while I supported her other side. I shut the car door behind me and we walked Lenora up the stairs to the front door. I ignored the pain in my legs and continued supporting some of her weight. Arvin unlocked the door then we went in.
We walked her to her bedroom and I stood by the door while Arvin lay her down on her bed and helped take her shoes off then tucked her under the covers. She quickly nuzzled into her pillow and thanked us quietly. Arvin smiled and then stood back up, walking towards me.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He said quietly to me and we headed to the kitchen, closing Lenora's door.
It was so quiet without Mrs Russel or Lenora. The sun was just about to set so it left a golden glow in the room, still giving us some light and heat.
"Just uh...just sit up on the counter, there." Arvin directed awkwardly, coughing afterwards.
I attempted to hop up onto the counter but just hurt my leg.
"Ow!" I exclaimed, my knees buckling from the pain.
He hurled towards me in panic and caught me by the waist before I hit the ground.
"You alright?" He asked, concern lacing his voice as he brought me back to a standing position.
"Yeah, I just...I can't get up on the counter because of my legs." I said to my shoes, avoiding eye contact with him.
There was a different energy in the house. I don't know if it was just because we were alone and we had just been in this fight but it was almost...sexual. And I had never felt that before.
"Well, I'll help you. C'mon." He hoisted me up by my hips fairly easily.
I flinched when I sat on the kitchen counter, the coldness of the granite on my bare thighs. My shorts were skin tight and stopped just below my backside while my skirt only went to not even my mid-thigh.
Arvin noticed and gulped then pulled away. He rummaged through one or two kitchen cupboards before finding the first aid kit he had been looking for. He opened the small tin box up and got everything he needed out. I watched as he shed of his jacket and cap and then brought everything over to me.
"Alright, hands first." He said.
I held my hands up, palms up, for him. He wetted a cloth and wrung it out before coming back over to me.
"This might sting." He stated.
He took my hand gently and dabbed the cloth on the cuts. I winced and curled my toes at the pain but managed to keep still as he did the other hand, too. He looked closer at them then looked at me.
"They'll be fine. Just be careful." He said.
I nodded and watched as he put the cloth down then inspected my legs.
"Damn...those assholes better not bother you again." He shook his head and reached for a bottle of antiseptic germicide.
"Wrong place, wrong time, I guess." I sighed.
He shook his head again, "No. They're just fuckin' bullies lookin' for girls to prey on."
I looked into his eyes and they seemed filled with pain and anger. He put some of the liquid onto a piece of kitchen paper.
"Okay, this'll definitely hurt so just stay still." He said.
He hesitantly placed his hand on my lower thigh to keep my leg in place. My breath hitched in my throat and I felt my lower regions flutter with...I don't quite know what.
He placed the wetted kitchen paper onto my knee and I gasped, gripping his forearm in pain. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming then just used my whole hand to cover my mouth.
"Just squeeze my arm, y/n." He spoke lowly.
I nodded and he patted the kitchen paper on my knee again. I gripped his arm, my sheer painted nails digging into his skin, probably marking him. I removed the hand from my mouth and just balled them into fists on the counter as he wiped over both my knees.
"Fuck, that hurts." I squeaked, leaning my head back on a cupboard.
"Just a second or two more." He said reassuringly.
"Anywhere else?" He asked, removing the kitchen paper from my skin.
I didn't loosen off though, I knew what else hurt.
"I uh...I landed on my hip but I don't know if it's cut or not." I said, eyes still clenched shut because the liquid was still cleaning my open cuts.
"You'll have to show me." He said softly.
I wasn't used to this side of Arvin. He was usually either upfront, sarcastic, mean or suspicious. He was never this soft or caring around me.
"I don't...I don't wanna." I shook my head.
He sighed, "y/n, I need to check to be safe. Would you rather it be infected or would you rather me clean it?"
I groaned, "Fine. But don't look too much."
He smirked slightly then helped me down from the counter. I looked at him so he could turn around but he didn't get the message.
"Arvin. Turn around." I said, gesturing with my hand.
"Oh- sorry." He apologised, turning his back to me.
I smiled at him, revelling in the fact he couldn't see my face. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and ears as I removed my shorts, leaving me in just my underwear and my skirt.
"Should I take my skirt off?" I asked nervously.
"Um...how high up is the cut?" He asked, turning his head to talk to me.
I flipped my skirt up and looked. It was a bigger wound than I expected. An open cut from my side to just on my ass cheek. I gulped then decided I'd keep the skirt on. I didn't want to be completely half-naked in front of him.
"It's fine I'll keep it on. You can turn around." I assured, kicking my shorts to the side.
He turned around and wetted a new piece of kitchen paper with the antiseptic.
"Alright, how bad is it?" He asked, his brown eyes looking into my own.
"Quite bad." I said.
I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt up, revealing the wound and my underwear. If I had known Arvin was going to be looking at my panties I would have worn nicer ones. They were just plain black with a little bow at the front.
Arvin gulped then stuttered.
"It's okay. I'll clean it then dress it." He said, nodding as if trying to reassure himself.
"Okay." I bit the inside of my lip nervously.
I turned to the side and kept my skirt lifted up. Arvin lightly held my waist with his left hand then started wiping some of the dry blood from my thigh. I shivered under his touch and he hesitated for a moment but kept going.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my brain confused if I was reacting to the inevitable pain or his touch on my skin and how he was taking care of me.
"Ready?" He asked quietly.
I nodded with a hum.
He pressed it to my hip first and I gasped, "Arvin!"
I held his arm from behind me and squeezed my eyes shut.
I heard him audibly gulp and his movements became scattered like he was flustered. But then he gently started wiping at the wound.
"Fuck," I hissed as he moved it to the part of the wound that was on my butt.
"You okay?" Arvin asked softly.
I hummed, "Just stings- ah fuck." I cursed, gripping his arm tighter.
He gave a few more wipes and then pulled away. I relaxed and sighed with relief.
"Thank god that's over."
He chuckled, "I'll just dry it and dress it."
"Okay." I smiled.
He got a new piece of kitchen paper but this time just dabbed on my skin, collecting any excess liquid. I bit my lip, not from pain this time but from saying or doing anything out of sorts. Every time his hand grazed over my skin I felt a rush to my core and butterflies in my stomach. It was extremely odd and new. I had never experienced feelings like that.
Arvin pulled the sheet away and then opened up a huge band-aid looking thing. I lifted my skirt higher for easier access and he softly pressed it onto my skin, careful to where he was placing it.
He smoothed it over then stood back.
"All done." He sighed.
"Thank you, Arvin." I swallowed nervously, placing my skirt back down.
"No problem, y/n." He smiled then packed away the first aid kit.
I furrowed my brows and rested a hand on his, "What about you?"
He looked from my hand to my eyes, "What d'ya mean?"
"You got hurt, too."
He snickered, "I can take care of myself, y/n."
I held his hand tighter and made sure he was looking at me.
"But you don't have to..." I whispered.
He looked from my eyes to my lips a few times and so did I. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him.
"I only got some bruises and a bloody nose." He spoke, cutting the tension.
"Where are your bruises? You only have one on your cheek. Are there more?" I prompted.
He looked away, then down to his feet, then back up at me. I looked at him in concern.
"There's...there's some on my chest. I think it's right on my ribs." He finally said.
A soft smile grew on my face.
"I can help with that."
He looked at my lips once more but then pulled away, his hand coming out from underneath mine.
"Fine. But don't look too much." He smirked.
I smiled and shook my head, "Asshole."
He began lifting his white - now dirty - shirt off. First I saw the black, blue and purple bruising over his ribs and then I noticed his abs, and his evident muscles. I knew he was fit but I didn't realise labour got you like this. I gulped and ignored any thoughts that may enter my mind.
I walked towards him and placed my hands on his chest and then slid them down slowly over his bruises, careful not to hurt him.
It was so quiet in the house, only the sounds of bugs and distant traffic filling the silence. And now the touching of my skin over his.
"Did you hear a crack when you fell?" I asked in a whisper, feeling his bruises.
He winced, "No."
"How does it feel when you breathe in." I asked, looking up into his dark, brown eyes.
He swallowed, "A lil' sore."
"Take a deep breath for me." I requested, wrapping one hand around to his back and keeping one splayed just under his pecs.
He paused and then took a deep breath. I couldn't hear anything or feel anything. He exhaled slowly.
"How did that feel?" I asked, removing my hand from his back.
"Not good." He chuckled.
I stood away from him and went towards the freezer, "You'll just have bruised ribs. Nothin' too bad but you'll have to take it easy for a while. No work."
I retrieved a bag of peas from the freezer drawer and held it over his bruises. He flinched and hissed at the cold on his swollen skin.
"Just keep it there and keep replacing it. It'll keep the swelling down. Have some pain killers too." I spoke while getting the cloth that Arvin used and putting it under warm water.
"What're you doing now?" He asked.
I rinsed it through then wrung it out.
I smiled, "Sit on the table."
He raised a brow, "No."
I scoffed, "Just sit on the table, Arvin."
He squinted his eyes at me, suspicious of what I was going to do. He silently complied and slid onto the dining table.
I stood in between his legs and reached a hand to cup his face.
"I'm cleaning your face. It's covered in blood and dirt." I whispered.
He smiled at the gesture and let me take care of him.
I wiped the cloth over one cheek and then the other. I wiped it over his forehead, under his curly hair and then down his nose. He chuckled at that and I giggled back.
"Just tilt your head back a lil'," I instructed, cupping his chin and moving his head back slightly.
He let me and I cleaned around his nose.
"You know, you surprised me today." He said.
"Really? With what?" I asked.
"With the crow bar."
I gulped and kept cleaning his nose, "I did what I had to do."
"Just surprised me." He shrugged.
I smiled, "Well, Arvin, I'm full of surprises."
I pulled the cloth away and then wiped under his nose with my thumb.
"All done." I smiled and rinsed the cloth off in the sink.
He slid off the table and watched me as I wrung the cloth out again and placed it over the tap.
I looked behind me and squinted at him, "What?"
"Nothin'." He shrugged with a smirk.
"Why're you lookin' at me like I'm your Sunday dinner?" I chuckled, turning around and leaning against the counter.
He put the bag of peas on the table and then walked closer to me. My heart rate picked up and my cheeks flushed again as he kept walking closer to me.
"y/n, I know I'm Lenora's brother and you probably want nothin' to do with me but," He was speaking lowly and I could feel the heat come from his shirtless body.
"Arvin-" I placed a hand on his cheek, stroking over a bruise.
We both looked from each other's eyes' to our mouths'.
"-kiss me." I whispered.
He slowly and almost hesitantly leaned down and I felt as if my heart was about to break out of my chest. Finally, his lips touched mine and all my nerves evaporated just like that.
His lips brushed over mine softly, a complete juxtaposition to the tension in the air and what we were wearing. He slid his hands onto my waist, able to feel my skin on his hands. I pushed back on the kiss and I felt his grip tighten on me. He pushed me further into the counter and I wrapped both my arms around his neck, lacing my fingers into his hair.
His tongue brushed past my bottom lip and I welcomed it, feeling him push and swirl his own around mine. I moaned into the kiss and he wrapped his arms almost completely around me, bringing me as close to him as possible. Our tongues moved with fervour and our breaths got heavier against each other's skin. His hand slipped down past my good hip and rested on my ass. I gasped and bit his bottom lip in surprise. He groaned and grabbed my ass completely. I moaned into his mouth and leaned further up, trying to get more of him.
I had never had a kiss like this before. It was lustful and passionate. No one had ever touched me like Arvin. And I didn't mind it one bit.
His kisses began to move down past my lips onto my jaw, sucking and licking over my skin. He began to suck on a spot just on my neck and I moaned, tugging his hair in pleasure.
He was good at this.
His hands slid under my skirt and carefully grabbed at the flesh - avoiding my cut.
He kept sucking on my skin, then relieved the spot by licking over it and then going back in again. His hands snuck under the band of my underwear and I gasped, surprised and aroused at the same time.
And I had never truly been aroused before.
He twisted his finger around the waistband and I wondered what he was doing. But then he pulled up slightly.
"Arvin!" I moaned.
Whatever he had done had cause a million pleasurable senses to go off.
"Shh, gotta be quiet, darlin'." He spoke lowly and breathlessly into the crook of my neck.
"Do it again-"
"Hello?!" A voice suddenly boomed through the house.
We both jumped and clutched our chests. Arvin winced at the pain around his ribs then looked at me with wide eyes.
"We're back!"
It was Mrs Russell and Uncle Earskell.
Arvin panicked along with me for a few seconds and then he pointed to my shorts on the floor. I gasped and dove to pick them up, just as Emma came into the kitchen.
"Oh hey, y/n! Lovely to see you!" She beamed.
I gulped, hiding the shorts behind my back.
"You too!" I grinned.
She switched the kitchen light on and then gasped at the sight of me, "You have blood all over you, honey! What happened?"
She came to me with a shocked face, looking over my body.
"Uh-"
"Those bullies, Grandma. Not only do they bother Lenora, they're botherin' y/n too. She protected herself, Lenora...and me." Arvin spoke almost proudly.
"Well, my goodness. That is horrible. We'll need to wash these before you head home. Don't want your parents seeing this."
"No ma'am." I smiled.
"Put your clothes in the sink and I'll handle it. You can borrow clothes from Lenora in the mean time and did you get any cuts?" She asked.
I looked up at Arvin then back at Emma, "Arvin and I helped each other out. And Lenora is okay, she's just resting." I said, placing a hand on her arm.
She sighed, "Okay. I'll give you some privacy to change."
She sat her things on the table and then gasped when she looked at Arvin.
"You silly boy. Come on." She rolled her eyes to me and grabbed the bag of peas and left the room.
Arvin and I stood for a moment just looking at each other. I bit my lip subconsciously and he smirked.
"You've got a new bruise." He informed me.
I furrowed my brows, "What?! Where?!" I exclaimed, looking down at my body.
He chuckled lowly and then pointed on his neck. I was confused for a moment but then I realised.
I lay a hand over my neck where he had been kissing me and he smiled smugly then followed his Grandma into the living room.
I rushed to the mirror and gasped.
A blue and purple hickey had appeared on my skin. I bit my lip looking at it and a slow smile started to form.
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Vampire!Reader x Markiplier Egos
ty anon for the request
A/N: YES. IT'S BEEN A WHILE. HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN. I absolutely remembered today is the 1 year anniversary of ahwm absolutely this is not a coincidence what are you talking about ahahahahha. I've been busy w/ school and drawing and general depression and anxiety with the current situation but I'm getting back into it! Vampire reader. That's pretty much it. Rated T, a bit of cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of fangs. A slightly suggestive phrase but that's just Illinois like there has to be at least one with him it's the law. ALSO. NEW RULE? IF I'M DOING LIKE HCS OR SMTHN I WILL DO 6 AT A TIME. I CANNOT BE WRITING 14 DIFFERENT EGOS AT ONCE I JUST CAN'T I'M SORRY. anyways enjoy!
Vampire!Reader x Egos Headcanons
General
Not much PDA
Not much going out in general
You have to cover your whole body when you do, unless it’s nighttime
You spend much of your time inside or in the forest
You’re basically nocturnal
You do drink blood, and you don’t need a lot of it
You drink human blood only if they give permission
You don’t kill people
You know or know of some other supernatural creatures that exist
You are friends with a werewolf. One specifically. You know the one.
Darkiplier
You both are edgy as all hell it’s perfect!
Politely asks you not to bite him
a) because he’s not human and b) because it’ll hurt
You both are very calm and well-spoken. So. not much happens.
However, you are both, in fact, dumb bitches, so things are still entertaining
“My darling, would you like some garli-mmm nevermind...”
You go out with him sometimes on romantic moonlit walks
You don’t have to wear as much then
You make him get a pet, a black cat specifically
He loves it
You named it Darko, Dark for short, and he hates the name
Like he hates the name a lot
It is irrational how much he hates the fucking name
He calls it DA
He never explains why
When you want blood he’ll trap a deer or something
You go into the forest and drink a little of its blood
He’s surprised
“What am I, a werewolf?”
He’ll ask you about supernatural creatures, and how to defend against them
You’re pretty sure he’s an eldritch entity so you aren’t sure why he’s asking YOU
He won’t ask how you became a vampire, that seems personal
He never gets startled when you turn into a bat
He can hear your lil wingbeats from a mile away
Sometimes you’ll sleep as a bat and he just smiles at you hanging from the fan
Fine with you not interacting with others, like he does much of that…
Just likes hanging out in your fucking giant victorian mansion with you
Wilford
We all know that his type is, in fact, edgy bitch
Therefore, you are perfect
Dark clothes? Check
Edgy backstory? Probably
Kinda scary? Oh absolutely
And he loves you for that!
He doesn’t want to be a vampire, but he fuckin loves your teeth
He’ll ask you to bare them and then he’ll do a happy wiggle afterwards
He loves dancing with you, slow or fast
It’s always romantic
He’s basically a god so like. Anything you ask for he’s gotchu
You said you were hungry and he fucking kidnapped someone
You said you were hungry, that was on you
You then explain that you don’t need a whole FUCKING PERSON
He then steals some blood bags from the hospital
“Oh, calm down! They have enough!”
Likes taking you out, so you go on night walks a lot.
You’re not used to social interaction, so he makes sure to steer you away from people
Unless you want to talk to them, then he starts up a conversation and lets you take over
You don’t understand people, and neither does he! It’s great.
Likes when you turn into a bat
He doesn’t know why, it just makes him happy
You made him adopt a black cat
He named it Colonel Whiskers
Loves you and your castle and your weird ass little quirks
Actor
Bite him.
BITE. HIM.
LET HIM BE IMMORTAL
You refuse for the sole reason that he is a dick.
You do get along because you both are, in fact, pretentious
You wear those silk robes around the house, and he gets mad at you
HE is the sexy mysterious one, COME ON!
At least you won’t have an edgier backstory than him…
Likes slow dancing with you
Very much enjoys your Aesthetic
Believes that he too belongs in a Victorian era castle isolated from the world
Loves the dark romance
Is a Fancy Boy
Was fully prepared to murder someone for you to drink their blood
Surprised when you said it wasn’t necessary???
Buys a horse or smthn
Asks about supernatural beings and which are immortal
He asks that a lot
He worries you sometimes.
Hates it when you turn into a bat
You’re small and you fly around and you’re fucking GROSS
He doesn’t. He doesn’t like animals very much. Besides dogs I mean.
Buys you clothes because you’ve been wearing the same shit for fucking EVER
Don’t worry, they’re all black, dark purple, or dark red
Sometimes you decide to go on a walk and he tags along
Possessive bitch
Thinks you’ll leave him if you talk to other people
He scares them or leads you away
Was fine with a black wolfdog you brought home after searching for food
Names it Phoenix, and you call it Nix for short
Is deeply in love with you, but will never say or show it
Yancy
He thinks you’re wonderful!
Originally a bit mean to you
He thought YOU thought you were better than him
He saw the fangs and backed off
He asked about them and you answered, so you got along
Asked if he could be a vampire
You asked if he wanted to be immortal. He declined.
Suggested you drink his blood when you were hungry
You said it wasn’t necessary, but he pushed
Stared at you the whole time
“what’s your issue” “this is very… intimate.”
On that note: has an issue with intimacy
You’re very cold naturally, so you’d want to cuddle
He awkwardly shifts away
Once he gets more comfortable, he might cuddle with you
Loves the silk robes you own, they’re so fucking COMFY
AND THE SILK SHEETS?? Heaven
Absolutely loves all the fancy shit you have
You teach him how to waltz and he teaches you how to tap dance
You have a very equal give and take relationship with everything, it’s great
Neither of you like social interaction
You will if you HAVE to but mostly keep to yourselves
You love Yancy's prison buddies
They love you too
Asked if you knew mothman
You couldn’t tell if he was joking
He absolutely Was Not joking
He sings to you sometimes
It echoes through the place and the Aesthetic man
Hates it when you turn into a bat
Bad. No. Stop. Scary.
A small animal flying at him is a no go
Alternatively: get him a pet dog and he will love you forever
He names it Elvis. Yeah you know why.
Overall loves you and your aesthetic, and you could tell even before you got together
Illinois
Excited but doesn't show it
He's met PLENTY of supernatural creatures
Ghosts, gods, there was a thing with that werewolf one time…
(He has the scars to prove it)
But a vampire? That's new
He doesn’t live at your place because he travels a lot
He still stays there sometimes between adventures
Uncomfortable with how clean it is
You are. An immortal being. And you take the time to clean. What the fuck.
“Would YOU wanna spend eternity in a dusty ass mansion?”
His flirts are often about your fangs
You threatened to bite him and he said “promise?”
Said you could drink his blood, but you said no
“I don’t know what the fuck you got in that bloodstream”
Doesn’t do walks but takes you on adventures
If it’s a cave. And you turn into a bat.
ONLY if you turn into a bat
Sidenote: he fucking adores when you turn into a bat
He just thinks they’re neat
Uncomfortable with how soft everything you own is
NOTHING is soft in nature
Except. Like a lot of things. But don’t tell him he’ll get mad
Doesn’t really want a pet bc he’ll never be home to deal with it
He’ll be fine if you get one though
He wants to name it Nathan Drake he doesn’t care what it is
NERD(see: Uncharted)
Will never EVER wear a fucking suit
He will DIE before he wears a suit fuck you
Dislikes anything remotely fancy
Talks about the creatures he’s met
you get Bard Vibes if ya know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge he's a whore is what I'm saying here
You hang out normally mostly
He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you
Not after the mermaid incident.
He eventually will, i promise
Magnum
He’s a pirate, he doesn’t care
He’s seen sirens, ancient spirits, probably Davey Jones at some point
A vampire? Low on the list of dangerous creatures
He has a whole ship made outta wood he’s not that worried
You don't really sail with him often
When you do, you're seen as a threat to anyone and everyone
He loves that about you
Warned you not to bite him or he'd stake you
You promised not to and that was enough for him
You get along with the crew fairly well
However do NOT turn into a bat around them
They will not hesitate to shoot
"UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT, MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!
You can maybe do it around Magnum and only Magnum
Doesn't like your house
He belongs to the sea
But can and will steal your sheets for himself
A pirate can have a little silk, as a treat
Offered his crew's blood to drink after a while
You declined because you don't know what the fuck kinda diseases they have
Doesn't really want a pet. He can't tell them what to do.
You bought an axolotl and he loves it a lot
Its name is Delta but he has deemed it Magnum Jr
Can't really. Fit. In any suits you have
He has to go out and get one personally tailored if he wants it
Likes dancing with you
Slow dancing. To Danny Boy.
He can't dance but that's ok he tries
You talk about land creatures and he talks about ocean creatures
So far he despises werewolves and skinwalkers
He likes spending as much time with you possible
He doesn't much like the idea of a relationship bc of his uh line of work
But he loves you
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The Man He Loved
Erwin x Levi
Levi disagrees with Erwin’s plan and confronts him after a meeting with the Scouts.
3.4K words
Content Warnings: swearing, bursts of anger, general meanness before the cavity inducing fluff comes into play :)
Levi sat quietly, arms crossed and eyes scanning each of the Scouts as Erwin laid out this coming mission's details. It was late and everyone was past the brink of exhaustion, but this meeting was unfortunately urgent. Eren and Historia… Those damned Internal Police lackies will stop at nothing to get their filthy hands on the two kids. And with the influence they have, their chance at success is more than possible. There was no time to waste. What they needed was a plan of action, an infallible one, at that.
“We still have many uncertainties about the titans and what the Beast titan’s plans are…” Erwin continued. “But keeping Eren and Historia safe is of the utmost priority. Humanity will fall if the Internal Police get their hands on them. In two days' time, we’ll need to devise a distraction.” Distraction? Levi swiftly side eyed Erwin as he continued his disquisition, his prominent features set in dedication. Why doesn't he tell me these things beforehand...
“Jean, you’ll pretend to be Eren and-“ Erwin was cut off by Jean’s groans.
“Huh? I look nothing like that brat. Clearly I’m far more handsome. They’ll think he suddenly became a model and Eren does not deserve that reputation.” Jean quickly retorted. Despite being crudely cut off, Erwin’s eyes remained weighted and unmoving. The stretch of silence that followed elicited an ugly snort from Conny, earning a poorly contained laugh from Sasha and a silencing glare from Mikasa. Once the punishing eyes moved to Jean, he quickly shut his trap and slunk in his chair, a curse being muttered under his breath. Are these damn brats capable of a single serious meeting? Levi scoffed to himself as Erwin resumed.
“As I was saying,” Jean somehow receded further into himself. “Armin will play Historia.”. Armin nodded, knowing there’s no saying no to the commander in this state. “I’ll lead the distraction as I’m perfectly fine with playing bait. They want me too, but that’s not important.” he went on. At this, Levi's jaw tightened. Not important?! They’ll kill you. What is he-
“Don’t worry, as this will not be for another week. The news of us hiding out won’t get to them for a short while.” Erwin concluded, standing up in his chair. Before he could finish his brief remarks, the scouts eagerly stood to attention. “Very well, that is all for tonight. Get some rest, Scouts. You’ve done good work. If there are any questions, feel free to ask. But for now, seek your sleep.” And with those words of finality, he receded back into his seat, the phantom pains in his arm ebbing and flowing as they usually did. Erwin never talked about it, but Levi could tell when it was bothering the commander. His eyebrows would furrow slightly, followed by a look of realization then poignancy. Whether he really wanted to or not, Levi always noticed these little changes in the man.
Hange let out a big yawn, waiting as everyone else quietly left the room. That is to say, everyone besides Conny, Sasha and Jean, those loud fucks. Levi instantly began mentally reciting what Erwin had previously said. Distraction my ass… Hange kicked up their feet onto the coffee table, expecting the usual post-meeting chat between the three of them. “Eyy I’m pooped, how about a-“
“Hange.” Levi said plainly.
“Eh?”
“Not today.”
“Alright… then why don’t we-“
“Not. Today.” Levi snapped, uncrossing his legs to stand. “Leave.”
Hange rolled their eyes, used to and unthreatened by Levi’s usual ire. “Whatever, I’ll just go party somewhere else then.” They stood too, walking toward the door. “You two buzzkills have a goodnight~!” They sang sweetly before sauntering out in an exaggerated confidence. Levi sighed before going to the door and locking it. Erwin just watched, unamused and unsurprised by his behavior. Levi leaned against the locked door and put his hands on his hips.
“So, a suicide mission? That’s your master plan?” he said coldly, grey eyes meeting blue in an unfriendly gaze. Erwin kept his lips sealed with silence, knowing full well the man across him had a lot more to say. “Tch, silent treatment too? Why don’t you tell me these things? Did you hit your head on the field before losing your arm?” He taunted, attempting to coax the tall man into talking.
Erwin’s eyes darkened just slightly. He really wasn’t in the mood to bicker with Levi. His plan was practically foolproof, Levi just wasn’t thinking rationally. His arm hurt and he longed for a good night's rest, not wanting to be barked at by the man standing across from him. Truthfully, he was tuning most of what he said out. Just let him ramble until he’s satisfied.
Levi stomped his boot on the door, causing it to judder in return. “You’re not even LISTENING. Oi, shit-for-brains, talk to me like a man and stop wallowing in your suicidal self pity. What the fuck are you thinking?”
Erwin took a steady breath, composing himself before finally speaking. “Is this really about the mission, Levi?” He was met with cold icy eyes set in a dead glare. This really isn’t what he wanted to do right now. “Y'know what, nevermind. I don’t wanna hear it tonight.” he dismissed.
Levi was beyond irked. “Eh- what are you even saying? Damn, that titan really did scramble your head. Do I need to spell it out for ya? Write on little cards so you can relearn your ABC’s? Eh?! You’ve gone mad. This is stupid-“
Erwin lifted his hand up to silence him. “You don’t have to agree. By all means, yell at me. But this doesn’t change my plan.” He lowered his hand and looked him in the eyes, his mind tired and begging for rest.
Levi could feel his face darkening into a prominent scowl. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this… Your self righteous fantasies of being the humble hero are clouding your judgement. Pride? Heroism? That’s just some bullshit excuse, Erwin. You aren’t expendable. Killing yourself now isn’t going to help anyone. It’s not going to fix anything.” He spat, poison dripping from each word as his gaze remained locked on target. Erwin eyed him in return, eyes growing darker with each passing second. A tense silence stretched between them.
Levi sighed before starting again.
“We need that damn head of yours if we want to have any chance of a future, so quit being a baby and let’s figure out some other plan.” He reasoned, hoping these words would make his commander understand where this bout of anger came from.
Erwin sat silent for a moment, contemplating his words and filtering them with his usual routine of rationality and logic. What was Levi’s goal here? It is putting his own life in danger, not Levi’s. Unless the issue was that fact itself...
“Levi…” He began calmly, his assuring tone of voice encouraging Levi to calm himself. “I recognize how you feel, but you must see the bigger picture. You need to understand, I am replaceable, Eren and Historia are not.“
Levi instinctively tensed again, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed, and knowing full well he wouldn’t like whatever Erwin would say next. “This mission is above me - above us. It’s our best option. We don’t have the luxury to achieve results without sacrifice, or at least without the risk thereof. I have abandoned many soldiers in the past, and to cower when that chance weighs on myself is unbecoming of a commander. I did not call a meeting tonight to discuss, but rather to inform. This is the plan, Levi. And frankly? I do not wish to speak about it further. That is all.” Erwin languidly finished, his usual punctuality succumbing to a tired dejection.
Levi realized then. He wasn’t speaking to Erwin, the man whom he trusted and dedicated his life to. Levi wasn’t speaking to the one who dragged him out of that shitty dump of a home and into the Survey Corps; He wasn’t here with the man who made badly timed jokes Levi could only roll his eyes at, nor the captain who suddenly took an interest in cleanliness upon Levi’s arrival, nor the friend who kindly lent Levi a shoulder and a warm cup of tea following his squad's extinction. This was not that man. Levi was stood in front of the Commander of the Survey Corps. An artificial hero who’d rid himself of his humanities in the name of freedom, eager to sacrifice what he must for the prosperity of the future. Erwin looked at Levi from behind that old table as if it were a wall of its own, made not for keeping titans out, but for imprisoning the man Levi knew him to be within.
A heroic façade. A selfless demeanor. That is what Erwin has chosen to be.
Bullshit. Absolute fucking BULLSHIT. There are at least a thousand ways out of this mess, why the hell is he so set on risking himself? An unbridled rage swiftly lifted Levi off the back of the door, boots stomping up towards the tired man in front of him. Levi seethed. He won't let Erwin succumb to whatever dumbass funk he seems to be in. He crossed his arms and scowled, voice biting and unsympathetic. “So that’s it then? You’re just going to give up under the ruse of heroism cause you don't feel well? Because you lost your fucking arm to some ugly ass titan?”
Erwin glare was maddening, something that would make any other soul cower in fear, yet it only fueled his own vehemence. He’s not going to let Erwin walk away from this. “Tch. And to think I’d thought so highly of you... Go on then. If this is really what you want, go and die a coward's meaningless death.” The air hung heavy as they stared each other down. Silence, tense uncomfortable silence and shit ok maybe Levi had gone a bit too fa-
BANG. His hand hit the desk hard, the sound of Erwin's arm slamming the old wood echoing harshly off the cold stone walls. He was standing now, chair forgotten and fallen behind him. The look on his face made Levi’s heart catch in his throat, a dry lump forming as Erwin's eyes bore menacingly into him. His small figure felt diminutive as Erwin’s chest heaved with ferocity, before finally cracking with pure fury. “You dare tell me what I can or cannot do with my own life? Who the fuck do you think you are? I am your superior officer before I am your friend and I will not take this shit from you!”
Levi went cold, backing once more into the door as far as he could, gripping the handle for support, or perhaps a possible escape. He’s never seen Erwin snap like this and to see this eruption in him… It petrified him. “Well, now who’s the coward?” He said maddeningly, kicking the discarded chair further into the corner which sent Levi’s fight or flight into overdrive. Erwin towered over him, his hand slamming against the door a good two feet above Levi’s head. When did he get so damn close?
Levi opened his mouth, but could produce no sound. He was scared. This wasn’t Erwin. A primal rage had overtaken him and Levi could see it in the way his eyes oozed with hostility, in the way his astute demeanor had morphed into that of a feral beast’s. Taking a chance, Levi took a breath. “Erwin…” he whispered carefully, like a cornered animal trying to negotiate with its prey. Erwin’s eyes flashed with an indescribable something. He dropped his hand.
“Fuck,” he cursed, putting his hand to his head and wobbling backward before facing Levi again.
“Fuck, Levi, I’m…” he began. Once again, Levi was experiencing a new side of Erwin, a common theme tonight. “You…” He paused, collecting his words and continuing. “You need to understand exactly what it is I’m trying to say. It’s my life and you said it yourself earlier, I’m as good as dead. This arm… How exactly am I supposed to fight like this?” It was barely audible, but Levi picked up a slight crack to his voice. Infuriated Erwin was shocking to see, but this completely foreign vulnerability was something else. The two had been rather close, but nothing quite like this. It was jarring, but not at all bad.
Before Levi could say anything in return, Erwin continued, voice almost hushed and pleading. “Eren is the key to saving humanity and you damn right know it. If I can just lead the charge-“ he was cut off by Levi swiftly grabbing hold of his hand. He didn’t really know what the hell he was doing, some innermost part of him doing the decision making here. The action terrified the both of them, but it was a sign of comfort and that’s all Erwin needed. Besides, it stopped him from spouting more nonsense… So that's good, right?
Noticing the slightest squeeze of his hand in return, Levi found the words he wanted to say. Needed to say. “You know I didn’t mean that. I won’t let you die out there, Erwin. We need you…” his voice grew soft before he carried on. “I need you… So I won’t let you just throw yourself away, dumbass.” Ok now he really didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. The air was stiff as Erwin only stared down at him, and Levi directed his eyes back to the discarded chair. Anything really to distract himself from Erwin’s wide eyed stare. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t Erwin saying anything? He had made it worse. Fuck.
“I- um I’m I’ll just, I’ll just-“ Levi stammered, earnestly fumbling with the doorknob to leave. Bad choice. Bad night. Time to go. Erwin promptly grabbed Levi’s arm and pulled him closer, until he was flush with the broad surface of his chest. Levi’s face burned due to the proximity, and as Erwin snaked his arm around his middle, his dreaded blush only deepened. Not quite knowing what to do with his hands, he mirrored Erwin’s own actions, enclosing the embrace and- Oh. This is nice. Feeling Levi’s arms wrap around him, Erwin took the initiative to bend down, lowering his head to rest atop Levi’s shoulder.
“I need you too... More than anything” he breathed softly into Levi’s jacket.
Levi had never been one for flattery or sugared words. Lies only beget other lies and Levi valued honesty and definiteness. But this… This was something entirely different. Erwin’s voice was barely above a whisper, purely unguarded and emotive. This wasn’t some false declaration to earn his sympathy, but rather raw feeling, something Levi is not used to having directed at himself.
The tears came before rational thought could beat them, and Erwin deepened the hug in response. The two didn’t say a word as they stood and kept their embrace, never wanting to let go. It was then that he realized Erwin was shaking slightly, tears falling from the man in his arms as well. Levi gripped tighter onto him, his cloak bunching up into his fingers as he held on perhaps harder than need be. Levi wouldn’t normally indulge himself in such juvenile behavior, but he supposed, at least for tonight, he didn’t want to hold himself back.
Erwin’s calloused hand slowly crept its way to Levi’s neck, causing him to shiver. Unsure if this reaction was a positive one, the taller man froze. Levi understood this fearful body language and strengthened the hug, signaling it was ok. Taking this in, Erwin began to rub gentle circles on the back of Levi’s neck, causing him to stir and the fine hairs on his neck to stand. They’ve never touched, not like this. Neither dared to speak, each fearing it would end this blissful spell.
Returning the intimate gesture, Levi began to softly move the palm of his hand along Erwin’s back. Levi wasn’t a touchy-feely person - or, so he thought because being touched like this… He could truly die right here. And that would be ok.
Erwin rotated his head so he was facing the crook of Levi’s neck, and Levi shuddered as he felt Erwin’s hot, shaky breath. This in turn made Erwin nervous. What are we doing? I shouldn’t be-
Levi snaked a hand up to the base of Erwin’s neck and began to tenderly run his fingers through his hair. Erwin took this as complete reassurance that yeah, this was ok. And Levi was ok with it too. Nerves were high as Levi gripped the man’s shirt, wanting to cling to him in silence forever.
Craving his touch, Levi bent his head to face Erwin’s. Erwin noticed the sudden change in movement and opened his eyes to see Levi staring right back at him. He pulled his head back ever so slightly, ensuring he was properly facing Levi. He searched his steel eyes and found only warmth. Still, not a word was said as they got even closer, noses just barely grazing each other before finally-
Unexpectedly, a jarring thud came from outside the door. This was promptly followed by a distant “I’m ok!”. Being so caught up in the moment, Erwin jumped, his heart racing and a mess as he lifted away from Levi. He muttered a curse word before being forced to talk about what just happened between the two men.
Levi just stood there, the sudden lack of intimacy making him realize exactly what had just happened. Feeling damn near faint, he sat on the couch closest to the warm fire and Erwin followed suit, placing his hand on the cushiony surface as he glanced at the visibly nervous Levi.
Erwin reached over and grabbed Levi’s hand causing Levi to meet his gaze. “Is this ok?” He asked gingerly. Levi’s expression softened as he put his other hand on top of his. “Yeah, this is ok”. They sat like that for a moment, deep breaths filling the silence.
“At least let me come with you,” Levi said hurriedly, and Erwin’s eyes grew wide. “Levi…” He began, moving his hand to cup his cheek. Levi leaned into his touch, body settling as he listened to Erwin. “Levi, when have I ever excluded you from a mission? We're doing this together…” he pulled Levi’s face closer to his as Levi put a hand to the man’s chest.
“Together.” Levi repeated before Erwin sealed the space between them with a feather-light kiss, still not wanting to scare the shorter man away. But Levi’s return to the kiss was immediate and desperate, once again wanting to be close to the man he’d admired for years. The man he… Fuck it, the man he loved. Being held like this, being needed like this, needing him in return, it all felt so familiar despite how foreign it really was.
It was like home. Not the putrid and disgustingly cluttered underground, but rather the sentiment of it all. Being in Erwin's embrace, he thought of Farlan and Isabel, his dedication and her compassion. He thought of the ever rowdy scouts, of Hange, of the feeling of Erwin’s lips against his: that was a big one.
Levi wasn’t sure where this mission would take them, or where any of their upcoming escapades would lead them. But he was sure of one thing, as long as he was at this man’s side, his warm eyes meeting his own, he could bear it. No... They could bear it. Erwin pulled away from his lips for what felt like the tenth time this night. Grey eyes met blue, and for the first time in what had felt like years, Levi felt himself fully smiling back.
That night, perched in that dimly lit safe house on a tawny old couch, was theirs and theirs alone, forever to be looked back upon fondly. They were safe. And most importantly, they were each other’s.
“SASHA HOLY SHIT ARE YOU SEEING THIS!”
“CONNY SHUT UP!”
“MMPH!”
And most importantly, Levi had a couple of brats to silence.
#attack on titan#aot#levi#levi ackermann#erwinsmith#eruri#eruri feels#eruri comfort#erwin x levi#levi x erwin#fluff#hurt and comfort#our first ever fic#please be gentle with us#lmao
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“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.” With Dabi 🥺?
Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, I have a lot going on right now.
Warnings: reader gets hurt
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Pressure.
Pain.
That's what you felt when the hero hit you, knocking you down.
You were in a fight against a few strong heroes, and you had to admit that their powerful skill set took you by surprise.
You being in the league of villains had to say something about your skillset, but your quirk was a long-range type, not used for short-range.
Yet, this was not the first time this had ever happened to you.
You seemed to always be the punching bag of some sorts when it came to fighting. But the league always had your back.
You expected this to be an easy fight though, not one where it was very likely you could get extremely injured.
You felt yourself thud against the ground, hitting your back, making the air in your lungs deplete.
Your chest hurt so much, you felt like your lungs were knocked out of your body.
The hero must have activated their quirk when they hit you square in the chest.
“Y/N!”
Dabi’s voice sounded so far, so far gone from you.
You just wanted to rest, to rest your eyes.
You just felt so much pain, it hurt.
You just wanted to rest.
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Dabi didn’t know what to do, should he stop and help you? Should he continue fighting?
He opted for the second choice, he seemed to be better equipped to handle fighting then helping the person he had feelings for.
But as he was about to burn the ignorant hero’s to ash, Shigaraki stopped him.
“Dabi,” Shigaraki said to him, “stop, we have to leave. Twice and Y/N are down, grab one of them and let’s go.”
Dabi growled, but he wanted to make sure you were ok.
Shigraki and the rest of the villains held the hero back, giving Toga and him the ability to take Twice and you back to the base. Dabi couldn’t tell if he was upset or relieved. Upset because he couldn’t burn that hero to a crisp, relieved because it seemed like you were ok.
A part of him hated the fact that he had feelings for you, the other half of him loved it.
You were like a drug to him, putting him into an ecstasy like state whenever he felt your presence.
Yet, just like a drug, when that ecstasy wore off he just felt pain.
Pain from never being able to have you, the pain of one day maybe even losing you.
He could never have you because even if you did want him he would just screw everything up, he just knew it.
His best option was to just push you away, in his mind that made the most sense.
But still, he couldn’t deny how much he cared for you, and although he hated it, it felt like a need for him. The need to protect you. And he had failed that need.
“Fuck,” he said to himself, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry about all this.”
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When you opened your eyes, you were met with a dim light.
You tried your best to sit up, but pain pushed you back.
You brought a hand up to your chest and then laid back down on the bed that you were on.
You looked to your left side to see Twice laid on a different medical bed, he didn’t look very good either. Looking to your right, an empty seat was vacant next to you.
You felt an itch in your throat, but when you tried to cough you were just met with pain.
So you relented, deciding to just lay down in silence. Yet going to sleep was impossible.
So you let your mind drift, you let it drift to Dabi.
Dabi
You wouldn’t say your feelings towards him were anything like a crush, more like a parasite you tried desperately to get rid of. And you were fairly sure he had some sort of feelings for you as well, but you two seemed to have a mutual, unspoken agreement to not talk about your feelings to each other. It just seemed so complicated, and you felt as though a relationship would just distract you from your missions. And… you didn’t want to get attached.
It was stupid, your fear of getting attached to him. But you had seen his kind before, as soon as he felt as though you were boring, or as though he could find someone more entertaining, he would leave.
But part of your heartfelt differently, maybe deep down he was just a troubled soul. Maybe deep down he was a good man.
Dabi was a complex and mysterious man, both factors drew you in and made you wary of him.
And even if he did feel something towards you, what would he even do? He was a lot like you in that regard. Both of you just seemed to doge the whole situation.
And then you thought of how you first were introduced to the league, how you left your home to fix this ignorant and idiotic society. You felt as though stains ideology was something to uphold, which was another thing that made you have an interest in Dabi.
You heard someone enter, but you were so exhausted, so you just decided to pretend to sleep. You didn’t have the energy to greet the person that had entered the medical chamber.
But yet, you felt the person stand over you. And then you heard the mysterious perpetrator sigh.
You recognized that sigh, it was Dabi.
He sat in the chair next to your bed, “Damn you, what the hell were you thinking? Running in like that,” he let out another sigh, “I hate this you know. Falling for you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.”
You felt your heart jump, you wanted to say something but your words seem to die in your throat.
“Do you know how hard it is? Having to pretend not to care? Because I’m so scared of how I could lose you? I thought,” he took a shaky breath, “I thought pushing you away at first was best.”
You recalled your first mission with Dabi, in all honesty, the whole night went perfectly.
Dabi had to be the best company you’ve probably ever had. He was down to earth, yet in a way, he seemed so far away like he had something to hide.
He had told you about his past, yet he was very vague about the whole thing.
“My father, he was a bastard. He hurt my family,” he let out a cold laugh, “I thought about killing ‘em. I plan to, he deserves it after what he did to me and my family. He used me, he used me for my quirk. I don’t even think he feels bad about it either.”
You put your hand on his arm, “I’m sorry, really I am. You shouldn’t have gone through all that, I mean it.”
Dabi looked at you shocked, as though no one had ever told him that he deserved more. That he deserved to have better.
In turn, you told him about your home. How you were planning to go back. How it was there, waiting for you to come home.
After that, it did seem like he tried to push you away like he was scared of you. You didn’t understand. Did you cross some sort of boundaries? Did you say something?
Dabi continued, pulling you back to reality. “But I couldn’t stay away. You were intoxicating, I was a moth to a flame. Jeez,” he chuckled lightly, “That’s so fuckin’ cheezy. I was annoyed with you, pulling me in, making me care. You fucked up my plans, doll.”
You heard the rustling of the chair, and before you could process what your hand was doing, you grabbed his arm.
“Wait,” your voice was itchy and raw, but you continued, “don’t leave.”
Dabi looked shocked, but only for a moment before putting on his cold exterior.
“You heard all of that,” he asked.
“Yeah, I did.”
You sat in silence for a few moments, before Dabi spoke.
“You should probably just go home.”
You looked at him, confused, “You told me once you have a home you can go back to,” he continued, “so why don’t you? You keep getting hurt, and,” Dabi’s hands threaded his hair, “I don’t know what to do about it. It would just be easier if you just went home. Forget all this, forget me. Go live a life you feel safe in, live a life that you're happy about. Just go home.”
You smiled at him, and brought your hand up to his cheek, “But I’m already home. You are my home. You’ve been glued to my mind, your all I think about, all I want. Damn me getting hurt, who the hell cares.”
Dabi put his hand over yours, leaning closer to you, “You’re very stupid.”
You leaned closer, “So are you.”
His lips felt rough, but his actions were soft. Like he wanted to show how much he cared, how much he felt.
How much he loved you.
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