#i saw someone use that tag and uh i like it we should make it a thing

[homo-house]

hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

[prncessjaeger]

eren and his mystery cheerleader gf! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

syp: no one believed eren had such a pretty gf…until now

trin speaks!: be mindful i might have errors. it’s normal.  

“so where’s your so-called "girlfriend" at? or did you make this one up too like the last time-”

“oh fuck off, connie, that was one time, and i was 12!” the rest of his friends surrounding him laughed at his embarrassment, (apparently he was the only one without a girlfriend so he made up having one…like i’m talking fake messages and everything.) currently, they were at a rival school’s basketball game since you didn’t go to their school and of course eren decided to come and support you…but his friends armin, connie, and onyankopon tagged along with him, wanting to see who his “special lady” was. “so is the game gonna start or…?” “uh, i think? it just turned 6-” armin was cut off with a set of claps and loud stomps from the side of the bleachers, cheerleaders could be heard shouting a set of words while the boys ran out through the middle of them. parents, children and other spectators could be heard yelling in excitement for the intense game that was yet to happen. 

eren looked around to spot you, finding you sitting on the bottom bleacher scrolling on your phone, and the boys traced his eyesight, “bro no way you date that girl sitting on the bottome row?” “huh?” connie pointed at you, “her? she’s toooo fine to be dating you-” “hey?! what’s wrong with me?” “-she should be dating me!” everyone around him rolled their eyes, “if anything she should date me, black love is the best love-” “right, but she’s entitled to date anyone she dates, besides we don’t know her,” armin was received with blank stares from all three of em while ignoring eren’s mumbling claims of, “i’m the one dating her,” soon or later it was halftime, which was a break time for everyone.

the dance team began to perform and all the cheerleaders went their separate ways. connie and armin went to concessions and onyankopon was talking with a girl he’d just met, so eren searched and searched for you, until he felt a pair of cold, soft hands hindering his vision. “guess whooo~”

“my beautiful baby i’d hope?” you kept his eyes covered as you moved infront of him, then removed them happily, “well you hoped right! hi eren!” you hugged him and sat next to him, leaning into his arms, “oh wait- you see our new uniforms?” “yes, its looks amazing- they added glitter to the school letters?” your curls shooks as you rapidly nodded, “yes! and the other sports coaches complained about it, wanting the letters to be unisex but i mean, glitter is glitter, and THEN the coaches made us run 5 laps before the game because someone left their bow at home, and now…” he turned towards you so he could listen to you better, and once the buzzer went off, you had to bid your goodbye, “you taking me home?” “you think you could ride home with sasha - i have the guys and i don’t wanna make it too crowded, i’ll get you once you get home?” your slight frown turned upside down and you noddied happily, “okay! see ya!” you waved enthusiastically and he waved back, sighing in content. “who’re you waving at?”

“my girlfriend?” they all stared at eren for like 5 seconds, then bursted out laughing at him, “oh man eren, you are too funny!”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

after dropping his friends off, eren sat outside your home, waiting for your arrival and decided to do something that’ll hopefully get into his friends head that he’s actually dating someone. he smirked at his phone, editing up his caption and nearly jumped hearing his car door open, seeing you in his hoodie and some cute grey shorts, “hey baby,” you kissed his cheek and saw his phone, “uhh why are you…?”

“you’ll see.”

[rosepascal]

reunion || wed!Joel Miller x reader smut

summary: Going to your 10 year high school reunion was a mistake when you're forced to see your worst enemy after all these years. After a shitty reunion you decide to ease your tension at the bar where you meet a very handsome stranger. What's wrong with indulging in a little fun? (worst enemies dad!Joel)

warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ ONLY, rough sex, Joel is in his 50's and the reader is almost 30, pussy eating, blow job, big dick joel miller, drinking, swearing, doggy style, joel pushes your face into the pillow, cowgirl, he fucks up into you. This is pure fucking filth lmao.

part 2

a/n: sooooo uh i this happened. I hope you enjoy this fic and it lives up to all ur smutty expectations <3 Also i couldnt come up with a good acronym for this so ur getting a shitty one.

You really thought that all the high school bullshit was over. I mean you graduated 10 years ago, you’re almost 30 for fucks sake. Yet when you walked into the old school gym for your high school reunion it felt like you were transported back to some of the worst years of your life.

You should never have agreed to go.

You don’t care about what everyone is up to, you see that on instagram already. Though despite their “perfect” lives on social media, you doubt that any of it is entirely true.

“Hi! Welcome!” You’re taken back by the incredibly cheery voice greeting you as you walk in the door.

After slapping on a name tag sticker you take in the gym. You spot a few people you remember and a few people who you used to talk to. After high school you lost touch with most of the people there sadly but they wave you over and you join them to save yourself from standing alone. Catching up is nice as you sip your punch that you wish had been spiked because the night was about to become incredibly unbearable.

“Welcome class of 2013!” A shrill voice nearly peaks the mic and it makes your blood run cold.

Of course class President Courtney Miller would be here.

Ever since you were kids Courtney Miller hated your guts. She tripped you on the playground, lied to the teacher, and told you that you couldn’t play on the playground at the same time as her and her friends. As you got older it only became worse. She’d spread lies about you and make nasty comments in the hallway.

Anything you found happiness in she tried to destroy. You thought once you left school you’d never have to deal with her again. Yet she managed to appear on your social media with her perfect husband and perfect life. Seeing her again made you want to turn and run but you stand your ground.

Her fake over the top smile makes you want to gag as she goes on her speech about how happy she is to see everyone again to relive the glory days of high school. When her speech is over she gets off stage to greet her old popular friends who never grew out of high school.

In fact someone tried to fit into their old letterman jacket. Her eyes meet yours and she smirks. She saunters her way over to you and you flash her the fakest smile you can manage.

“It’s so good to see you again!” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as the people around you turn their heads.

“The last time I remember seeing you is prom, remember? Your date stood you up and went with me instead.” She cackles like a witch as you feel anger begin to boil.

“Really? I thought the last time we saw each other was graduation, when you stuttered through your whole speech in front of everyone.” You shoot back with a smile. Her smile never falters but her eyes shoot daggers at you.

“Great catching up.” She sneers at you, walking away and bumping you in the shoulder as she does.

The reunion is uneventful for most of the night. A few whispers here and there about you and Courtney but you couldn’t care less. It was getting boring truthfully. As you walk to the snack table you feel someone bump into you, followed by the feeling of punch being thrown on your back.

“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there.” You hear laughter as you tense up from the cold drink.

Everyone is laughing and you see Courtney standing by a guy with an empty punch cup. Her eyes light up with a smug look. Of course this was her doing. Anger and embarrassment swirls in your head as you throw your cup down and storm out of the room. Cursing yourself for even going to this stupid thing. Getting in your car you throw on the jacket you brought and drive straight to the bar.

You need a drink or two and you need it now. The bar is mildly busy but not busy enough for it to be obnoxious. After taking a shot of vodka, you sip on a drink and sulk in at the bar. You never should have gone to that reunion. There was nothing for you there, just memories of 4 years of bullshit.

“Pardon me but is this seat taken?” You look up to see a man standing by you.

He’s hot. Really hot. Definitely older than you based on the salt and pepper hair. Not to mention the tight gray shirt and jeans that really make his ass look great.

“Go for it.” He sits down and orders a beer. You can feel him staring at you, not in a creepy way but more of a concerned way.

“Are you alright?” He asks as the bartender passes him his beer.

“Fine, just a shit night.”

“Tell me about it.” He raises his beer to you and you clink your glass.

What’s the harm in talking flirting with an attractive man who’s taking an interest in you. Absolutely nothing you think as you scoot your stool closer to him.

As the night goes on you get closer and closer to the man who you learned was named Joel. Joel was somehow single and had lived here since he was a kid. He owns a contracting business with his brother and he’s got a daughter but no wife. He’s touchy too. With your permission of course.

Asking you in that sweet and sexy voice if he can pull you closer. Soon the stools were ditched for a booth in the corner of the room. His hands that were once kept at his side were resting on your thigh.

You aren’t drunk, despite feeling woozy every time Joel looked you in the eyes. His beer is long gone and its clear both of you are interested in moving the night along.

“Did you drive here?” He asks as he hands the bartender his card to pay for your drinks.

“Yeah, but I’ve sobered up.” He frowns and shakes his head.

“I don’t feel right letting you drive after drinking. Tell you what,” He leans in close to your ear, his hands coming to rest on your waist.

“How about I take you back to my house, can’t let a pretty thing like you take an uber home now can I?” You bite your lip as his hands travel lower down your back.

“Sounds like a plan.” You push lightly on his chest to guide him to the door.

The drive is a blur as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. You’re both antsy as you shift in the seat. His hands clench the steering wheel making his veins pop.

All you can think about is what those hands will do to you in about 5 minutes. He pulls into his driveway and he doesn’t even turn off the car before you’re out and at his door.

“So eager.”  Joel smirks as he opens his door.

The door shuts and Joel has you pressed against the floor. His lips are on yours as he roughly moves his hands to touch everywhere he can. You let out a small moan as he squeezes your ass. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Reveling in how fast he’s able to reduce you into a mess. Clothes are thrown on the floor without a care in the world as Joel leads you to his bedroom.

 “On the bed baby, all fours.” He slaps your ass as you turn around making you jump.

As if he couldn’t get more sexy. You prop yourself on his bed, shaking your ass as you look behind you. Joel stares hungrily at your ass as he strokes his cock. Getting down on his knees he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you back. Teasing your pussy with his tongue.

“Fuck!” You gasp at the unexpected feeling. He locks you in place as his teasing turns into full on carnage. He’s not letting you breathe as he devours your cunt like a meal. His hands running up and down your ass, kneading it and slapping it as he pleases.

“Oh Joel!” Your head falls as pleasure courses through your body.

“Quit moving.” He scolds as he pulls you against his face. You’re practically grinding on it as he eats you out with utter precision. How this man is still single you’ll never know.

“Please please, wanna make you feel good Joel.” You whine as he pulls away from you. He wipes his face with two fingers and sticks them in his mouth as he stands.

“Fuckin’ delicous.” You nearly fold at the sight of it. Turning around you crawl towards him. His dick is big, bigger than you’ve ever had before but fuck you want it in every hole of your body. He tilts your chin up to look him in the eyes as he guides one of your hands to it.

“Don’t be nervous baby, you can take it.” Fuck yeah you can take it. His eyes close as you lick from the base to the tip. Pumping it with hard and firm strokes. Flashing him an innocent look you take as much of him as you can in your mouth.

“Fuckin’ warn a guy next time.” He groans as his hand comes to rest on the back of your head.

Pushing you as far as you can go on his cock. Strings of mumbled praises fall from his lips as you suck him off. Drool drips down your chin as you choke on his dick.

“Feels so good, so warm. Doin’ such a good job.” He pushes on your head and you make a noise as you gag slightly.

He looks down, worried he’s gone too far but there’s nothing but lust in your eyes. It takes all his willpower to pull out of your perfect mouth.

“Don’t wanna finish just yet.” He says, noticing the disappointed look on your face.

He manhandles your body back to all fours. He rips a condom from his wallet and puts it on with ease. Lot’s of practice you guess. He gets on the bed, admiring the view as he spits on his hand.

He strokes his cock for a few moments before sliding it in. He goes torturously slow but you’re thankful as it feels overwhelming. He’s so big and feels so fucking amazing.

“Oh god Joel,” You claw at the sheets as your lower half sinks down. Leaving you in a perfect arch. He grabs your hips and slides out, groaning at the sight of your cunt gripping him. Begging him not to leave.

“Fuck!” You cry as he slams his hips back in. His pace getting quicker the more noises you make. It’s egging him on, encouraging him to fuck you till you cry.

“So pretty.” Joel says smugly as he pounds into you.

He’s punching the breath out of you, filling you up with his cock. He grunts as he leans over you, one hand pushing your head into the pillows as he gets into a new position, one that makes his cock sink even deeper into you.

Your cries and moans are muffled by the pillow but it doesn’t matter. The feeling of being pinned down makes you want more. Not to mention the sinful sounds coming from Joel. He lets go of your head and you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Need-fuck.” You reach back to grab his hand. He grunts in response as he refuses to let up his pace.

“Wanna ride you. J-Joel please!” you moan desperately.

While Joel is enjoying reducing you to a puddle, he can’t say no to that. You whine as he pulls out, already missing the feeling of his cock. He gently moves you to the side so he can lay down and helps you straddle him. Your legs feel shaky as you rest your hands on his chest.

“This view is even better than before.” He grins as he reaches up to squeeze your boobs.

“Can’t wait to watch these bounce.” He mumbles to himself. You slowly slide down on him.

His breath catches in his throat as you squeeze his cock. Using his chest as leverage you start to move up and down until you’ve found a good pace. Joel is mesmerized by everything.

The way his cock disappears as you slide down, the way your lips part with every gasp, the way your tits bounce. He wants this moment tattooed in his brain forever. He reaches up to play with your nipples as you continue to bounce on him. He notices a slight falter in your hips.

“Gettin’ tired?” He asks as he grabs your hips to stop you.

“Little bit,” You admit. Joel smirks as a wicked idea pops into his head.

“Let me take care of you alright?” You nod happily and Joel plants his feet on the bed. You thought he’d flip the two of you but he doesn’t. With all his force he thrusts up into you. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull as he hits the perfect fucking spot.

“Joel!” You wail as he forces your hips to stay still. He fucks up into you relentlessly. Hitting a spot that makes your legs shake. Loud cries and moans are pulled from your lips as he thrusts up without a break. He want’s you to fucking break apparently.

“Gonna come?” Joel taunts. His fingers are digging into your hips as he nears his end.

“It’s okay baby, go ahead. I got you.” You can’t take it anymore as you fall into his chest. Wailing from pleasure as you come hard around him. Your cunt squeezes him tight.

Not letting him move as he comes from the sensation. For a moment the two of you lay there in silence. Out of breath and completely spent. With all the energy you can muster you prop yourself back up. You smile as you feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

“Need you to get off baby,” Joel mutters.

“Don’t wanna.” He huffs and groans as you sit back on him.

“Too sensitive.” With reluctance you climb off him and collapse on the bed. He rolls over and gently kisses the side of your head.

“Need anything?” He asks as he rubs your back.

You reply in gibberish and Joel laughs. It’s been a while since he’s fucked someone silly. You barely notice he’s left until he comes back with a towel and water. Gently cleaning you up and putting you under the covers. Helping you sip on the water until he’s satisfied.

“Good night baby.” He wraps his arm around your waist as you both drift off to sleep. 

If you hadn’t woken up with a dull ache between your legs you would’ve sworn last night was a dream. But it’s all real when you wake up next to Joel. He’s so handsome when he sleeps. You could watch him for hours.

“Mornin’” He opens his eyes and smiles sleepily. His morning voice is to fucking die for.

“Hi,” You stretch your arms and climb out of bed. You stumble for a second and Joel chuckles.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Think that's my fault.” You roll your eyes head out of the room in search of your clothes. Joel watches you walk away with a smirk. As you pick up your clothes you frown at the punch stain.

“What happened?” You turn around to see Joel walk out in sweatpants, putting on a shirt as he walks over to you.

“It’s stupid, I had my 10 year reunion and some asshole threw punch on me.” Joel shakes his head as he grabs his keys.

“Funny, my daughter had her reunion yesterday too. Maybe y’all knew each other.” He says nonchalantly. You laugh

“Maybe.” “Hold on, let me get a jacket before we leave.” Joel disappears back into his bedroom.

You look around his house, at the pictures on the walls and the decorations. You see a photo of a young girl with a graduation gown on and a diploma above the picture. Must be his daughter.

As you get closer you start to recognize the girl. The cap and gown was the same color as yours was when you graduated. Same school. Same year too. Your heart drops as the realization sets in. You know that girl because it’s fucking Courtney. There’s no mistaking that.

You glance up at the diploma and her name is printed in big letters. Fuck fuck fuck.

There’s no way the guy you go home with ends up being her dad. You’d never seen her parents before so it’s not like you would have known. Joel didn’t tell you his last name either but even if he did Miller is an incredibly common name.

“Sorry for takin’ so long, ready?” Joel asks. You turn around and try to shake the shock from your face.

“Yeah,” Your brain runs a mile a minute as Joel helps you into his car.

It’s not like you’ve really done anything wrong. He’s an adult, you’re an adult. Everything was fully consensual and as much as you hate to admit it Joel was the best guy you’ve been with in a while.

And as sick as it sounds, you can’t help but feel a little smug. Even if Courtney never found out, you knew that you fucked her dad. Joel pulls up next to your car and you thank him for the night.

“I know this ain’t exactly typical, but I was wonderin’ if you wanted to go to dinner sometime. I had a real nice time with you.”

You think for a moment. Would it be right to go out with Joel knowing who he is? Would he get mad if he found out you did know his daughter? He makes you happy. He’s hot and a gentleman. Could you deny yourself the chance over a girl who hated your guts?

“You know Joel, I’d love to go to dinner.” He smiles as he hands you his phone to put in your number.

He bids you goodbye and waits for you to get in your car before driving off. Not even a few moments later you get a text from him. 

Friday at 7? I know this great Italian place. 

Sounds perfect. See you then :) 

;) 

This might become the messiest thing in your life, but for Joel you know it’s going to be worth it. 

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part 2

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VII

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing

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"Mister Snow, Miss Y/L/N."

At the voice of the Dean, you're both shoving off of each other, faster than you believed it was possible for you to move. You slide back across the floor, stumbling to stand up at the same time as Coryo as Dean Highbottom stares you down.

You didn't realize how completely dead to the world you were it was too late. "Uh, Dean Highbottom." You say, noticing he wasn't about to speak anymore, just staring you down with disappointment. "We were just, um-"

"Don't even try." He cuts you off, holding a hand up to you to shut you up. "I knew it was an irresponsible decision to let the two of you work together on something apparently so important. You're both disqualified, effective immediately, and at the very least demerited. If I get it my way, you'll be expelled."

Coriolanus goes completely pale, fully in shock. He was screwed, without the prize he had nothing. It was his prize, they couldn't take that from him over a juvenile mistake.

"No." He looks at you, shocked, as you argue with the Dean. "Whatever you think you saw has nothing to do with Coryo's mentorship- with my mentorship."

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, my decision is final."

"I don't think it is." You cross your arms. "And we both know why, and unless you want me to tell someone-"

"No." The Dean replies firmly, and you can see he's trying to hide his panic. "Just get back, please. And make it hasty." He waves you off, and the two of you rush along.

"What was that?" Coryo whispers to you once you are out of earshot.

"Nothing." You insist, not so much as looking in his direction now.

"No, that was not nothing, you threatened the Dean."

"What? No, I didn't." You try and lie, but he's smarter than that. Of course he's smarter than that.

"Yes, Y/N, you did. I was right there, I heard-"

"Coriolanus, it's in your best interest to drop it."

"But-"

"Now."

He sighs at the finality behind your statement. "What are we going to do? He told us that we're disqualified."

"We're not disqualified." You chuckle, shaking your head and stopping in the hall next to a reflective window to wipe off the smeared mascara from under your eyes.

"What if they take it out on Lucy Gray? She could be in serious trouble, here." He asks, and reasonably so. If this gets to Dr. Gaul, which he doesn't doubt that it will, it is not a stretch to assume that if they get disqualified, they will find a way to do the same to Lucy Gray.

"Oh, who cares Coryo? She's district." You scoff, cleaning your fingers on the underside of your skirt. You knew that Lucy Gray would be just fine, nothing that you could do would harm her, and you wouldn't want that. You really liked Lucy Gray, but why would he pinball from kissing you like it was his life in the balance to being so concerned for her in a minute?

"She's my tribute! If she doesn't win I am fucked- do you realize that? Do you realize how badly you could have screwed this up for me? My whole life depends on Lucy Gray right now!" At least it wasn't personal, you think at his outburst.

You let out a sigh, managing a small, smug smile. "Coryo, trust me. They won't hurt her- not on our account anyway. Just trust me."

Coriolanus sighs, running a hand over his face and then through his hair. You can't threaten a powerful man like Casca Highbottom with nothing; he's certain that you know something you most definitely should not, but what that could be is lost on Coriolanus. "Okay." He agrees, watching you as you finish cleaning up what's left of your makeup after your breakdown. Seemingly it's gone. To him, if he hadn't seen it, if you hadn't cried in his arms, he wouldn't have known it happened at all.

"But still, don't tell anyone. Yeah?" You add, turning back to face him now.

"Not a word." He promises.

You giggle, reaching up and wiping his mouth with your sleeve. "You've got a little lipstick, there..."

Coryo chuckles, pulling his head back to do it himself, attempting to cover the burning he can feel appearing in his cheeks. How you could go from crying, to kissing him the way you had, to angry and then back to your normal self could give him whiplash if he didn't know you better. Luckily, the idea of you has never scared him.

Lucy Gray hadn't made another appearance after Jessup's death that afternoon, so Coryo had gone home and come back with a couple of blankets and his pillow. He really just ran home, stripped his bed and showered before returning to you. In the morning you had folded everything up for him and tucked it in the bleachers next to you when other people started arriving. Why were you the only mentors who even decided to spend the night? It was laughable how much more you deserved a mentorship than any of them, but this is all the more chance to prove yourself. Your classmates make it so easy. It's not like you wanted them around, so it was a win-win through and through.

Coryo had been shocked that morning when Dr. Gaul arrived, not saying a word to either or you or even so much as sparing him a knowing glance. He had anticipated a very uncomfortable meeting with her following the events of the day before, but no such moment came. The Dean must have decided that keeping that secret was the right move.

It was itching at Coriolanus that you hadn't talked about it either, but he was not about to be the one to bring it up. Maybe he should go talk to Tigris about it- she had been kind enough to come in on her day off today to watch. Not that it mattered to him, though, it didn't. It was an act of comfort, just like the hug. He had asked you what you needed, and you answered with your actions. That was all. That's all it had to be, after all. You both needed to focus, and he needed to not start falling for you now- of all times. Even if deep down he knew this infatuation, if that's the right word, started years ago. The way he used to think it was hunger causing his stomach to lurch when you so much as looked at him, or that was the envy of your family wealth when you would show up to academy events in a dress that fit you so flawlessly it made the room spin around him, voices fading out to nothing. But no, that had always been side effects of hunger. Or at least, that's what he used to think. Until he got to hold you the way he has these last couple weeks, and the way your hair splayed out over his arm when you used him as a pillow last night, curled up on the floor in the academy.

Now, everything is different at the most inconvenient time possible. The worst part, the worst part of it all was that you seemed entirely unphased. That is why this was bothering him. That even though he's been fed, he's still so hungry.

God, you were so bored. You don't ever remember the games being this boring before, but that was when you could snack away on endless trays of hors d'oeuvres and your parents allowed you to drink with other party guests until the games were done by a reasonable hour in the evening. "Finally." You sigh, standing up as Lucy Gray emerges from the tunnel, likely in search of food or water.

Coral and her pack of seemingly mindless followers were making a move on attacking Lamina, which hardly had you lifting your head. "Y/N." Coryo summons you over and you smile, making your way to his side. "She looks like she needs something, but if I send anything the drone will point them right to her."

You hum in agreement, scanning the widescreen of the arena. "They have their own pile of water over there, she could take that if she sees it. And if she's quick." You point, as if somehow you could relay this information to her.

It feels like you did when you see her head lock in the direction of the pile of bottles, hand instinctually patting over her pocket. "She's checking if she still has it." You whisper to Coryo, breath fanning over his neck. He just nods, knowing this isn't a topic anyone could hear you discuss. "Looks like she doesn't want water, she wants them out. Smart." You add quietly, eyes locked on the screen.

"Sounds like you." He replies, making you smile to yourself.

The two of you watch on baited breaths as she waits for the right moment, and she finds the perfect one. She takes off toward the bottles, quickly and quietly just as you whisper for her to go, now.

"Watch, if she's really smart, she'll take one, then dump the rest." You say, watching as she just grabs one before darting to the middle, hiding under the rubble in the center while the others are still preoccupied. "Oh. Well, that's an interesting approach." You cross your arms, standing up straight again. At least this was at least exciting.

"Remind me why we didn't throw you in with them?" Coryo asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"You kinda did, didn't you?" You laugh quietly, pretending to hit his shoulder.

"That's fair." He agrees, focussing once more on the screen, trying to keep track of Lucy Gray. She goes out of sight from any of the cameras underneath the debris, before emerging a few moments later and running over to the remaining water bottles.

"As you predicted..." Coryo sighs, gesturing to the screen you were already watching as she begins to dump the other bottles, placing the one she just had next to them.

"She just has to hurry." You reply, resisting the urge to gloat over your accurate call. And again, you were right because it isn't long after Lamina's now dead body falls to the ground and the other tributes finally notice Lucy Gray's presence, chasing her back into the tunnels. You're hoping the map you drew up for her was helpful, and that she can hide. If she dies down there, you won't know.

You give Coryo a high-five with both hands, feeling glares on you from the other mentors about the waste of their tributes water. They're just mad that they got stuck with tributes dumber than Lucy Gray, and you can't fault them for that. "Cake with the cream." The blonde grins at you, mocking Lucy Gray's accent.

"Snow lands on top." You smile back in confirmation, his hands wrapping into yours and shaking them happily. "Now we just have to hope that..."

You trail off, not getting the chance to finish as you see one of the other tributes stumble out of the tunnels and toward the lone water bottle Lucy Gray left. "Who do we have here?" Lucky's narration interrupts your thought process. "Ah, it's Ill Dill. Tuberculosis on legs." The shock of his statement has you dropping your jaw, laughing and earning you a glare from your classmate who was designated her mentor. It wasn't funny, truly, but just the shock of him saying that. Regardless, you hadn't seen her since day one, and even before then, she was incredibly sick. Never a threat, hardly a thought.

Coryo sees this shift in your demeanor, looking back to the screen as well and slowly dropping your hands. The tribute, Dill, you think, takes a sip, and the two of you hold your breath as she lays down next to the uncapped bottle, ceasing all movement after only a few moments with blood dripping from her nose onto the cement beneath her.

You glance nervously around the room, making sure no one is making the same connections you are, knowing what you know. So far, no one seems alarmed, but Dr. Gaul has apparently left- which is shocking to you. Regardless, Dill was knocking on death's door anyway, you're surprised she came out at all. You place your hand on Coryo's shoulder trying to be reassuring, as if to say no one knows.

It's at that moment where Reaper comes out, calling out for his district partner. She remains unmoving even as he runs to her side, trying to shake her awake. Cue the buzzer; that's one less tribute between Lucy Gray and you getting your dream job.

Your heart stops as he eyes the bottle next to her, your hand gripping tighter onto Coryo's shoulder. You're both waiting for the other shoe to drop, Reaper knows that something isn't right. Luckily for the two of you, he ignores it. He lifts the dead girl up, looking around before carrying her to Lamina's side under the beam. Followed by Marcus, then Jessup, then Bobbin.

"What's he doing?" You ask quietly among other whispers which you are sure that if you could hear them clearly would echo your sentiments.

"I don't know..." Coryo replies, slightly shaking his head as the boy moves away from his line of bodies and over to the wall.

You have to fight the urge to laugh when he rips the flag down from the wall, causing all sorts of chaos to break out in your theatre. "He just tore down the flag..." You hear Lucky say, and as you look around at the chaos it caused, it makes you want to cheer for the boy. He had been looking at the flag when you tried to speak to him just before the bombing- had he known?

He lays the large red fabric over the row of bodies, turning to look directly into the camera everyone is fixated on. You get chills as if he's staring at you directly. Personally. "Are you gonna punish me now?" He shouts, making people jump in the now, suddenly silent room. "Are you going to punish m-?"

He's cut off abruptly by the face of Dr. Gaul, in an apparent emergency broadcast. So that's where she went. Coryo sits up straighter to listen in, and you can feel him tense under your palm.

"I am devastated to announce that due to injuries sustained in the rebel bombing of the arena, another one of our academy students, the son of our President, Felix Ravenstill has died." You gasp, lifting a hand to cover your mouth as chatter erupts in the room. You never loved Felix, far from it, but it seemed to you that your classmates were dropping like flies. That would make anyone a little on edge. "We cannot allow the rebels to continually get away with such violent, senseless acts. This is why we have to retaliate, with something very special for our tributes in the arena. Even if that means there will be no winner." You don't hear what else she says as Coriolanus is abruptly pushing his chair back as he stands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" You ask as he starts to back away, eyes still locked on the screen. You reach out and grab his hand. "Coryo?"

"Where's your bag?" He asks, ignoring your question.

"Uh, over there." You point to your now unoccupied seat.

"Okay, I'm going to take it. I'll be back. Stay here." He prompts you, squeezing your hand for just a second before going and grabbing your bag, leaving in a flash.

"Alrighty then." You mumble to yourself, taking over his spot.

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[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter eight: You talk to the girls about crushes.

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Aizawa had stopped the swimming race right before a winner was determined. Everyone shuffled into the designated locker rooms complaining about not being able to decide a winner.

You changed and made your way to start walking home and noticed Katsuki and Eijiro a little ways in the distance. Just as you began to quicken your pace to catch up to them Mina popped out in front of you.

"Such a bummer hu? Not being able to see the winner like that is so lame! Anyway, your walk home is in the same direction as mine and Jiro! Why don't you walk home with us?" She said smiling.

"Uh-" You looked from Mina back to where you saw Katsuki and Eijiro and they were basically out of sight now. "Sure why not," You shrugged trying to mask your irritation.

"I didn't keep you from someone did I?" She said teasingly, nudging your shoulder.

"No of course not!" You said defensively.

"Mhm okayyyy," Mina replied in a sing-songy voice. "Anyway, who do you two think would have won the race?" She asked.

"Midoriya was doing really well," Kyoka replied.

"Yeah, I guess he was hu? But I don't know, I think Todoroki had a good chance! What about you?" Mina said, turning to look at you.

"Who knows, they were all pretty determined," you shrugged.

"Mhm- bet you're just upset Kirishima didn't make it to the top three." Mina teased.

"What?!" You exclaimed angrily.

"Hu?" Kyoka tilted her head to the side.

"Oh Jiro, they have a huge crush on Kirishima. You should have seen their face when he showed up at the pool," Mina said, wrapping her arm around you.

"I do not, Ashido!" You said, shoving her off, beginning to get seriously frustrated at Mina's teasing.

"So- it was Bakugo you were looking at then?" Mina asked.

"No! Just- ugh!" You ran your hands down your face in frustration.

"Hey Ashido, maybe you should just drop it," Kyoka said, realizing your uncomfortableness with the subject.

"Fine! But when you're ready to admit it you better tell me! I can totally be your wing-man or uh wing-woman," She giggled. "After all, I did go to middle school with Kirishima."

"Were you two friends?" You asked.

"Not exactly, he was kind of a lot different back then," She said, her eyes seeming to scan the past for memories of him.

"How so?" Kyoka asked.

"Oh um- well I promised him I'd let the past be the past. Everyone has a right to reinvent themselves at a new school ya know?" She said smiling.

"That's nice of you, to keep his secrets like that. To be honest I kind of pegged you to be a big gossiper." You said bluntly.

"Nope! I can totally keep a secret, promise! So- you should just tell me which boy it is you like already," She said giggling again.

"Here we go again," You rolled your eyes but this time laughing at her playfulness. "You're so fixated on me, what about you two, hu?" You said trying to turn the conversation.

"Oh uh- would you look at that, this is my house," Kyoka said, walking briskly away.

"Hmpf- typical," Mina laughed.

"So... what about you then?" You said nudging Mina.

Mina let out a sigh, "I've never had a crush on someone. But I'd really like to fall in love someday," She said with a dreamy look in her eyes that made you want to vomit.

"Right well- good luck with that. Let me know when that happens," You laughed walking off to your house.

"Ok, it's a promise! We will both tell each other ok!" She said, yelling and waving at you as you left.

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[candiid-caniine]

Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

[cevansbaby-dove]

Lay By Your Side.

So After my last fic i wanted to write the last part and make it not as sad (sorry i made you Jensen girls cry!) Also no hate to his wife but they split in my fic.

Jensen Ackles X girlfriend!reader.

After getting shot you are in the hospital with Jensen right by your side when you wake up.

Time skip:a day.

You open your eyes and see jensen asleep in a very uncomfortable position on the chair next to your bed. You smile. "That can't feel good baby"

Jensen looks at you with sleepy eyes. "Oh thank god!" He takes your hand kissing it. "Hey sweetheart how do you feel?"

"I feel like someone fucking stabbed me!" Jensen smiles rubbing your hand with his thumb. "You were shot baby"

You nod. "i know, are you ok? did you get-" He kisses your lips softly then pulls away. "don't ask so many questions, I'm alright i'm more worried about you right now"

You nod looking up at him. "Were you here the whole time?" He nods. "I couldn't think of leaving you...."

You give him a light smile. "Aww you didn't have to jens i'll be okay"

Jensen kisses your hand then looks at you with tears in his eyes. "I would hate myself if i left you when you needed me the most."

"So..can i still go to the con?" Jensen laughs lightly thankful for changing the topic. "Not sure yet i'll talk to the doc about it"

You nod and smile looking at Jensen he looks tired he probably barely slept.

"i'll be okay" He smiles. "you going to be ok if i left?" You nod. "yea go on have fun" he kisses you then says. "I love you i'll be back as soon as i can"

You giggle. "Baby you'll never leave if you keep talking to me"

"they won't miss me" he says holding your hand. "Go on Ackles i'll be here when you get back" he kisses you and says. "okay i'm going now i promise' he walks away from your side not taking his eyes off of you.

At the con.

"so jensen we heard about Y/n how is she?" Someone asked him.

"uh yea she's a champ she's alright i really wish she was with us but she's going to rest till we head back to Texas and uh yea she's great" He smiles.

Jared says. "I saw her last night and yea Y/N is strong thankfully she'll pull through and you know she might be at a con with him one day"

Jensen smiles and looks at his phone.

Jens-hey baby miss you!

You hear your phone and pick it up and laugh. "Jens..."

Y/N-I miss you too baby hows it going?

Jens-meh i'd rather be by your side I'm so worried about you. 🥺

Y/N-I'm okay Jens you'll be back soon. don't worry, enjoy the time! 😘

Jens-Will try.

You smile at his message.

After the con.

Jensen walks into the hospital and sees your doctor. "hey doc how is y/n?"

"She's making a great recovery she should be able to head home tomorrow if you don't mind waiting till then" Jensen nods. 'Yea as long as she can fly back home without something going wrong"

The doctor says. "Alright i'll check on her in a few" jensen smiles. 'i was about to see her again thanks"

He walks away and walks into the room and see Arrow, Zep and Justice around your bed. Arrow turns and sees him. 'daddy!"

You look at Jensen. "Hey love" he sits by you kissing your head and then picks up Arrow. "When did they get here?" Danneel smiles. "hey jay"

He looks at her and says. "hi"

Danneel says. 'I heard about Y/N and i know how close the kids are with her so i flew out here to have them come see her hope you don't mind"

Jensen shakes his head. "thanks" he said flatly.

You look at Jensen and say in his ear. "Be nice" he looks at you and nods lightly. "the doc said you should be able to head home tomorrow"

You smile leaning your head on his arm. "Anywhere you are is my home"

Part 3 anyone?

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[dreamingofbucky]

Inescapable

chapter two

summary: you followed miguel after work, or tried to. things are happening in nueva york and someone is starting to try to be a hero. you decide to get wine drunk and accidentally fantasize about miguel.

tags/warnings: more dick!miguel sorry, sex fantasy/dream, wine drunk, degradation kink, fang kink?, slight praise kink too if you squint, masturbation (f), more mutual hatred between miguel and reader but really it's just obvious pent up attraction and sexual tension 😏

wordcount: 2.6k

author's note: thank you for all the support and likes/reblogs! It means so much to me. Also thank you for 400 followers! That's a milestone for me, ily. fyi not beta read.

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You wouldn’t call yourself a stalker, per se, but it would look like it from the outside. 

Your steps followed Miguel’s broad back a couple yards away as the both of you left work. 

He never came back to his desk, or at least during the time you spent standing there after finding that damn card. There wasn’t anything else for you to do but pick up the project packet and return to your own desk and start on it. The work wasn’t too difficult, but it kept you busy for the rest of the work day. 

Once you headed down to the lobby and was ready to make your trek through the campus, that’s when you saw him. You weren’t sure if you should talk to him again, ask about the card, so you kept your distance. But you were determined to follow him. 

Why? You didn’t know exactly why. A gut feeling, you suppose. 

So there you two were, walking yards away from each other on Alchemax campus. The grass was lush green and it was a grand contrast to the grass around Nueva York. Only some parks still have fresh, vibrant green grass to enjoy looking at. Majority of the city didn’t maintain the rest well enough. 

Another perk, you guessed, to moving to a slightly better part of town. Things were better maintained. 

You attempted to keep your steps light as you noticed you were gaining up on the giant. You didn’t want to get caught, so you had to shorten your stride. Even with his large frame and height, his steps seemed to slow. You even had to step to the side and hide behind a tree when you noticed he was turning his neck to look behind him. 

Now, you were definitely a stalker if you weren’t before. 

“Deep breaths, just talk to him,” you scolded yourself. You pressed your palms flat against your dress and obeyed your own orders. You breathed in deeply before exhaling. 

As you took a step to the right and began to swivel your body away from the tree, you crashed into a wide chest. You yelp at the sudden impact before looking up and eyes widening. 

“Were you following me?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed and a scowl was plastered over his features. 

“Wha—? Me? Definitely not. Just walking home!” You laughed in the least convincing tone. You lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. His eyes stay on you and your heart continues to hammer against your chest. 

Why are his eyes so intense? They weren’t like this before…

“You sure?” 

His tone is monotone and it makes it even harder to think of a response. Your inside fills with dread and it’s nothing like how you used to feel with him whenever you bumped into him around town. 

Just ask him about the date and then leave, you told yourself. You take a deep breath and Miguel watches you intently. 

“I-uh, I did want to ask you something,” you start. 

A brow raises and he waits. The silence between you two fills and it only makes your palms sweat, your heart race even more, and your knees get wobbly. 

“Alright, well, you see… We were supposed to meet. And I just wanted to know what happened. And if everything was okay.” 

His brown eyes stay on you and you suddenly feel like a bunny under the gaze of a vulture in the sky. His demeanor didn’t shift as he glanced his eyes down to your chest and then back up again. You swallowed. 

“I forgot,” he plainly states. 

Of course, he did. That’s why he had that card on his desk…

“But the card on your desk—”

“You went through my things?” He bares his perfect teeth and a squeak comes out of your lips out of fright. You shake your head incessantly. 

“No, of course not! Well, actually, yes but just to see that tiny little card. I swear!” You were the worst liar and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fib in front of this man. 

His eyes narrow. “You shouldn’t be touching things that aren’t yours.” 

“Back to the card, it was about our dat—”

“I’m not sure what you saw, but it wasn’t anything important.” He places his hands on his hips and you feel dejected immediately. 

Wasn’t anything important.

“Of course, my apologies. It wasn’t important,” you hissed back. If he wanted to be a jerk, then you could too. 

“Good,” he states matter of factly. 

“Good!” You yelled back, a little too eagerly. You were even pressed up on your tiptoes to bring yourself a little closer to his leaning face. There’s a slight falter in his expression, a smile perhaps, at your reaction. 

“Don’t follow me, it’s not wise.” 

“Are you picking up your daughter?” You slip out. 

“My daughter? How did you know about her?” He was starting to retreat back before he presses closer to you and there’s nothing else you can do but back up into the tree. The bark brushes against your bare shoulders and even through the fabric of the dress that covered your back. 

“You told me about her! Why are you acting like you forgot? What’s going on?” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but your voice betrayed you. 

“I’ve got to go,” he shakes his head. “Don’t follow me, I’m serious.” 

“Okay, fine! You know I’m glad that date didn’t happen, you’re an ass.” You roll your eyes and then widen them, not believing you just said that out loud. It wasn’t like you to do this kind of stuff, stand up for yourself to pricks. You usually just walk away and forget about it. 

This new attitude of Miguel’s just seems to push every nerve ending of yours and makes you want to push back. He was infuriating in just a single day and you couldn’t believe you’d have to deal with him the rest of the month on this project. You really did hope he’d continue the deal where you can do the majority of the work and he’d do…whatever the hell he’d be doing. 

Distance would do you both some good. 

He laughs, breaking you from your thoughts. “You don’t know when to shut up.” 

“Fuck you,” you spit, getting the courage to take a step forward and brush your chest to his. You don’t miss the way his brown eyes gleam for whatever reason before he finally takes a step back. 

“Qué maravilla. Te encantaría, ¿no?,” he drawls sarcastically. 

You’d love to wouldn’t you, is what he basically spit back. You knew enough Spanish to understand the prick at least. 

“Argh!” You scream, wanting to pull your hair out because of this ass. “I’m going home! Definitely not following you anymore!” 

Before he could cage you in anymore than he already has, you brush past him, making sure your shoulder made impact with his chest before you walk away. You turn your head back once you’re far enough and he’s still there near the damn tree.

But his eyes are stuck on you and a scowl is back at his face. 

What the fuck is this man’s problem? He must’ve fallen and hit his head. Got a concussion or something and decided to wake up and be an ass. 

Whatever it was, you didn’t want it ruining your day anymore. You huffed and turned back to head out of the campus and get home as quickly as you could. 

You’d do your best to get rid of the image of Miguel O’Hara as best as you could tomorrow. You’d do your work and then leave. Simple.  

***

The news wasn’t exciting. When was it ever? 

It’s Friday night and you’re indulging in your second wine bottle and some chocolates. Well, the chocolates were eaten an hour ago, so you just had the wine. But your eyes continue to glance at the TV in your living room. 

There was some kind of disturbance a few neighborhoods away and it became a huge thing last night apparently. The news is just broadcasting updates from it. You didn’t get home in time to watch what happened on the big screen last night, so you’re just getting lame recaps. 

Apparently some kind of vigilante stepped in and helped out and saved the day. There wasn’t any film footage of the person, but it was obvious it wasn’t law enforcement. 

The Nueva York PD wasn’t exactly the best. They dipped their hands in shady shit and even were paid by big crime lords to not butt their heads in their work. No wonder your city was a never-ending shit hole. It’d never get better with this kind of shit. 

But it was home. You could leave, but you wouldn’t.

You fill your wine glass one more time before laying back on the couch. Your thoughts drift to earlier today when you saw Miguel again. You swore you’d keep your distance, but just like the many weeks of you bumping into him around town, you seemed to do the same at work now. 

He was walking down the same hallway on a different floor than your prospective offices. You were about to turn a corner when his eyes lifted to yours and caught your attention. It was brief, but there was an odd occurrence. 

He bared his teeth at you when you gave him a scowl when you both passed each other. And you swore you saw something sticking out in his mouth. 

Fangs.

But that was stupid. Who would wear fake fangs in their mouth, especially at work. Unless he was into that kind of freaky shit. 

Safe to say, you dodged a bullet with that one. You didn’t need to busy yourself trying to get attention from a fake vampire wannabe. 

But your wine drunk brain was itching for some fun time and since you were already thinking about Miguel, that’s where it started drifting toward. You close your eyes, letting the TV tune out in the background before you think of things you shouldn’t. 

Miguel seemed so kind and soft when you first met him. But something clearly changed. There’s a tenacity to him now and it’s even more commanding and it… kind of turned you on right now just thinking about it. You’d curse yourself tomorrow morning when you sober up and remember this dirty little fantasy about the prick, but your wine drunk self was content in this. 

So, you dived right in this fantasy. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, so why not. 

As your left hand kept the wine glass rooted on your chest, your right hand traveled to your pajama shorts. The waistband was stretchy and you had no trouble pushing your wrist down and under your panties as well. Your finger brushed ever so slightly against your sensitive bud and your hips bucked up. 

“Fuck” you mewled a little too loudly, but you didn’t care. Your string of thoughts lead you back to Miguel and how he’d touch you. 

Would he be gentle like you thought before? Or would he take charge? He basically pinned you against that damn tree yesterday, so you knew he had it in him. 

Would he whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he slammed his cock into you or would he degrade you? 

Your fingers slipped lower and your folds were drenched. Fuck, you guessed you liked that idea. If Miguel was a prick in daylight, what kind of filthy degradation would he say to you in the dark? 

Warmth pooled in your belly at the thought and a gasp left your lips as you stretched your lips before circling a finger over your entrance. You were soaking your panties already, it’d be too easy to fit two fingers in. So you did. 

You pretended it was Miguel’s. 

Such a fucking whore, taking my fingers so easily. Who else are you fucking, huh?

His voice filled your brain with your lustful thoughts and it felt like heaven. You never had a partner that would scream these obscenities at you, but you were enjoying this. Your cunt was enjoying it too, your fingers pumped in and out so easily. 

Fuck, you were going to come before you knew it. Your grip on the wine glass tightens as you continue through the fantasy. 

You pictured his dark tresses falling over your face as he leaned in before curling his fingers into you. Your fingers followed your thoughts and you moaned loudly, lifting your hips. The heel of your palm bumped into your clit and it felt oh so good. 

You pictured his fucking pretty face that you wanted to slap. Your fingers pumped even fast and your clit was being slapped so hard with your palm that you came without warning. You screamed and your left hand lost grip, the wine glass falling. 

“Fuck!” You wailed, not bothering to check the damage the wine had done to your new rug. You traveled your free hand to your chest and rubbed your breast through the tank top. With your nipples pebbled and sore, you moaned at the contact. 

See what you’re doing? Only fucking whores sound like this. You want my cock? You’re going to have to earn it, slut.

His words are loud as you continue to ride the high and even start to feel another orgasm coming. Everything tightens as you picture him adding a third finger, just as you do as well, and then increasing the pace. 

You even think of those stupid fake fangs you swore you saw on him. Would he wear them? Would he bite your neck for added sensations?

Of course you would like that, huh? Can’t even think straight with my fingers in your pussy, how would you ever survive my cock? Well, you wouldn’t. My dumb fucking whore.

“Miguel,” you whine. 

Your pussy clenches around your fingers and you’re coming violently again. Your hands are drenched and your release is dripping down your thighs and into your couch. But you can’t stop. You’re lost in this fantasy and you never want it to end. 

That’s until you hear something hit your window. You yelp, pulling your hand out of your pussy and look at your window. Your curtains were drawn open, you completely forgot. You weren’t in a sky rise by any means, but you weren’t on the first floor of your apartment building. There wasn’t another building nearby to creep into your window, so it must’ve been something else banging against the window. It had to be. 

You see though that your window is open slightly. You swore you closed it because it was forecasted to rain tonight. But there’s at least an inch open. Barely noticeable if you weren’t directly looking at it. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, sobering up already from the sex dream. You groaned even louder when you finally stood and saw the red stain on your, of course it had to be, white rug. 

You couldn’t blame anyone else but yourself, so you knelt down to pick up the wine glass and set it on the coffee table. You then went to the window to close it and looked out. The streets were dark and quiet, but it felt odd. The hairs on the back of your neck rose. You pressed your nose against the glass, attempting to find the reason for this weird feeling. You couldn’t find anything though. 

You shook your head and decided to call it a night. You had to wash your hands and clean the damn rug. 

“Fucking Miguel,” you cursed out as you made your way to the bathroom. 

It was easier to blame him, you’d decided.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Another request idea! I was listening to What a Time To Be Alive by Fall Out Boy and the line "But, baby, please, I just need someone to hold me Even though you don't even know me" struck me as a particularly good steddie prompt. Maybe some hurt/comfort? Thanks for even reading this request!

Full disclosure: I never got really into FOB. I mean obviously love their classics. Anything that was on the radio I liked it just fine. But I did have to go listen and look up the lyrics for this one because just that line had me going feral with an idea. I've read a few fics where Steve and Eddie meet at a party, which honestly makes a lot of sense canonically. Eddie has the goods, parties need the goods, Steve threw a lot of parties. This is a slightly different take on that premise. It's a LOT of hurt, and a LOT of comfort. Steve is kind of pitiful actually, and I love that for him. Eddie's super into it too. Also tagged it light dom/sub because of nonsexual type things that happen while Eddie is comforting Steve. To me, since they didn't have a discussion about it and aren't in a relationship, it could just be seen as one dude kind of being a little pushy when taking care of another dude, but that tag doesn't exist so here we are. I hope this gets posted in time for you to cry in the school pick up line! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve should not have come to this party. Tommy always threw a huge one at the end of the year, right when his parents left for their anniversary vacation, and Steve always came.

But this year was the first year he hadn’t been invited by Tommy.

He really hadn’t been invited at all, but it was just common knowledge that it was happening here and now, so here he was.

No more crown, hanging onto his sanity by a thread, and his only friends were barely 13 years old.

Being a wallflower was a new thing for him.

He watches from the corner of the kitchen, sees the people he used to call friends getting drunk, getting high, dancing. It doesn’t seem fun anymore.

He’s glad that’s not him anymore.

So why does he feel like crying?

He holds it in, takes small sips of his beer, focusing on the bitter taste. He didn’t even like beer. Just drank it to maintain the King of Keg Stands crown

As the night drags on, it sinks in that he just doesn’t fit in this world anymore. It wasn’t made for him, he wasn’t made for it.

He didn’t really fit anywhere.

He choked back a sob, rushing out the back door of the house and down to the pond that Tommy and his dad fished out of.

No one ever went out here, too worried about bugs or snakes, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care right now.

His legs gave out when he reached the dock, his body sinking down to the wood below him as he felt tears fall down his face.

It wasn’t a panic attack, he’d had plenty of those, made it through plenty of them on his own. This was just sadness.

He was alone out here, not even the noise of the party to keep him company.

He was alone everywhere, really.

Sure, he had the kids. But they were kids. They hung out with him because he protected them, not because they thought of him as a friend.

His parents hadn’t been home in nearly six months, hadn’t called in two, didn’t even seem interested in the fact that he was graduating high school.

Nancy didn’t give him the time of day, nor should she after everything that happened.

The friends he grew up with, the friends he thought would be there for him, ended up being terrible.

“Shit, Harrington? Is that you?”

Steve sniffed.

He couldn’t be found like this, his reputation would suffer even more, somehow.

He wiped his eyes quickly, hoping that it was dark enough the other person wouldn’t see the movement.

“Uh, yep,” Steve managed to say after a deep breath, surprised that his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as he felt.

He turned around and saw Eddie Munson walking up the dock.

Everyone knew Eddie only got invited to these parties because he sold weed. Eddie himself only came to the parties because he knew he could make a killing just for showing up for an hour or two.

The only times he’d ever spoken to Eddie were to make sure he showed up for his own parties, offering him a tip of $20 just to come well-stocked.

He always came, never accepted the tip, and usually left a rolled joint in Steve’s room at the end of the party.

He didn’t think he did that for everyone, but he was too scared that it would stop if he asked.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just felt like fishing,” Steve responded, slapping his hand against his face as soon as he said it.

“With your bare hands in the dark?” Eddie snorted. “I will give you free weed for a year if you can manage to do that right now.”

Steve cracked a small smile.

“Make it free weed for life and I may consider hopping in and giving it a try.”

Eddie’s laugh filled the night, loud and full of life. Something Steve needed to hear.

But Eddie sobered quickly, watching as Steve looked down at his lap.

“Needed a break from the party?”

“Guess so.”

“It didn’t seem like you were doing much in there.”

Steve just shrugged, not sure how to explain without crying again.

But apparently Eddie wasn’t going to let him get away with that.

“Heard about you and Nancy, man. Sorry it didn’t work out,” Eddie said, nudging his shoulder with his hand.

He was really close, close enough for Steve to feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was that awkward time between spring and summer, and the night was warm, but it still felt nice.

He hadn’t had someone so close to him on purpose in a long time. Maybe if he scooted an inch to the left, he would brush against Eddie’s hand just right and-

“Shit, you’re crying again,” Eddie said.

His hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve shivered at the contact.

He closed his eyes and realized that, yes, he was crying again.

Dammit.

Warm, strong arms were wrapping around him, pulling him tight against an equally warm, strong chest.

He let out a sob, his chest hurting with the effort it took to hold in as much noise as he could.

A hand was in his hair, fingers carefully running through the length of it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I got ya,” Eddie was saying quietly against the top of his head, his breath sending shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve couldn’t catch his breath. The way Eddie was holding him, talking to him, caring for him, it was more than he’d ever really had.

He knew he’d never see or talk to Eddie again, so why not embarrass himself?

“Match my breaths, Stevie,” Eddie calmly tried getting him to calm down.

And he could if he tried, he knew he could. He wasn’t having a panic attack, just a breakdown he’d been meaning to have for a year now. He needed to get it out.

“Look at me.”

Eddie’s tone was different now, deeper and difficult to ignore.

Steve looked at him, eyes wide, wet with tears still falling. His nose was running, he could feel it starting to drip, but Eddie was holding him tightly, and he couldn’t move his hands to try to wipe his face at all.

“Good boy.”

Steve shivered again. He blamed it on a chill in the air, but he knew that they both knew there was no chill in the air.

The air was humid, a rainstorm expected the next day keeping the environment around them stale and still.

“You can cry as much as you want, but you have to breathe. Understand?”

Steve nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“Better,” Eddie smiled, his face still showing concern, but relaxing when Steve started taking more frequent, slow breaths.

He felt less tears gather and fall the more breaths he took, his eyes never leaving Eddie’s smiling face.

“Doing better, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded, but he still felt the lingering loneliness, knew that when Eddie left him, he’d be back to square one.

“What’s got you so upset, huh?”

Steve shrugged, letting his head rest on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Did someone hurt you?”

What a loaded fucking question that was.

Yeah, a lot of people hurt Steve, for as long as he could remember, emotionally and physically.

But he wasn’t about to spill his guts to Eddie, even if he was being nice. He didn’t know the guy enough to start talking about his abandonment issues.

Eddie’s hands were running along his back, soft and then harder, soft again, then settled in his lower back.

His hands were big, bigger than Steve’s even, and his fingers were long. His splayed out hands covered all of Steve’s lower back area.

He felt covered, protected.

He didn’t want to get up.

“Steve, if someone hurt you, you need to tell someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but maybe your parents or the counselor.”

“Can’t tell my parents if they’re the ones who hurt me,” Steve spoke before realizing what he was saying.

It hit him so suddenly, he started to pull away, a small whimper leaving his body without his consent.

But Eddie wasn’t letting him go, tightened his arms around him and shushed him gently.

“Hey, stay with me. We don’t have to talk about it, let me just hold you a bit more.”

Steve gave in. He couldn’t understand why, or how, or what was running through his mind. He just knew the way Eddie was holding him made him feel whole for maybe the first time in his life.

He chased that feeling, sinking further into Eddie’s chest and letting the man rock him back and forth slowly.

Thinking went out the window as one of Eddie’s hands slowly brushed through his hair, then a finger slowly traced along his hairline, down his jaw, over his lips.

The whimper he let out now had nothing to do with being upset.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Eddie’s fingers froze, but only for a moment. Steve knew he’d never outright bullied Eddie, had probably been nicer to him than most of his friends had, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d never been particularly kind either.

His finger moved back along his lip, then up along his nose, then to his forehead. It was like he was trying to commit everything to memory, soaking every moment of this up because he didn’t think he’d have it again.

And maybe he wouldn’t.

But Steve wanted this to happen again when he wasn’t having a mental breakdown in Tommy’s backyard.

“Because sometimes there’s a lot more to people than what everyone sees and I think I see you a lot better than most people do. I don’t need you to explain anything to know you’re hurting and you don’t deserve to be.”

He said it like it was simple, like it made all the sense in the world for him to comfort him.

Maybe to him it did.

“But I was an asshole.”

“You were. But it doesn’t take a genius to see you aren’t anymore.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute, his fingers moving back to Steve’s hair and tugging gently so he had to pull away from his chest and look at him.

“The old Steve would have never even given me a chance to help. He also wouldn’t have been standing by the wall for a party like this or escaping to a secluded area to cry. The old Steve wouldn’t be looking at me like you are right now.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to kiss you,” Eddie smiled.

He said it easily. Like saying it wouldn’t have made most other guys punch him immediately.

“And if I do?”

“You’ll have to ask nicely. You may be a changed man, but I do deserve some manners.”

Steve smiled at him, his charm replacing any lingering sadness.

“Oh? So if I were to lean in and kiss you that would be rude? I need to say please?”

Even in the dark, Steve could see Eddie blushing.

“I’m not stopping you,” Eddie finally said, voice strong despite the redness of his cheeks.

“So if I said please, you’d kiss me?” Steve asked as he inched closer, his breath hot against Eddie’s lips.

“If you said please, I’d do anything you wanted,” Eddie gasped out.

“Please kiss me,” Steve breathed out, his lips gently grazing against Eddie’s.

Eddie pushed forward the final centimeters, his lips warm and wet against Steve’s.

They both groaned into the kiss, Eddie’s hands cupping Steve’s jaw to keep him there.

Steve moved so he could straddle Eddie’s lap, his hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders as he finally gained the higher ground.

He realized quickly he didn’t want it, not with Eddie.

He let out a whimper and Eddie pulled away for a moment, but only to smirk and nudge him back.

“This dock isn’t gonna collapse under us, is it?”

“Don’t know,” Steve supplied as he settled on his back, Eddie hovering over him.

“Guess we’ll have to find out.”

Eddie’s lips were back on his, demanding, but slow.

Minutes passed, maybe hours.

Steve felt safer than he ever had, here under Eddie, with every possibility that someone could find them eventually and not giving a shit about it.

Eddie would keep him safe.

He didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew that much.

No one who helped a known asshole when he was having a breakdown at a party would just leave him to be beat up for kissing a dude.

The way Eddie touched him, rough hands fluttering over any place his skin was visible, lips and tongue making new patterns against his own, it felt like Steve was being cherished, appreciated, loved.

If this was all he ever got, if this is all he ever felt and tasted of Eddie, he thinks it would be enough.

Or it wouldn’t and he would never feel like this again.

“You’re thinking too loud, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled against his lips.

“Just feels good,” Steve added, placing another kiss against his lips.

He could feel the shift, the way Eddie was slowing down, pulling away inch by inch.

It wasn’t enough.

Steve whimpered.

“Sh. It’s okay, Stevie. We’re just pausing for now,” Eddie moved back, kissing his forehead before there was too much space between them.

He heard voices in the distance, a reminder that the party was still happening and possibly wrapping up.

“Did you drive here?”

“I walked.”

“You walked?”

Eddie sounded upset.

“I’m only a street away. Not a long walk.”

“I’ll drive you back to yours. Walking this late after so many idiots have been drinking and plan to drive is dangerous.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a damsel in distress or whatever they’re called.”

“Ah, but you are. Crying alone outside in the dark, waiting for a big, strong man to come save you? My chariot awaits!” Eddie was helping him stand as he spoke, then bowed and gestured towards the road where his van must have been parked.

Steve couldn’t help the laugh he let out.

Yeah, maybe he was a damsel in distress. Maybe he would let Eddie rescue him.

Maybe he didn’t have to be so lonely, at least for tonight.

[gnashingwailing]

@fireflywritesgt LOVINGLY WRITING MY UNHINGED CH23 THOUGHTS AND THEN BURYING THEM UNDER A READMORE. I felt such overwhelming hype when I saw we got 2 chapters in 1 day I truly was ready to throw my phone out the fucking window. TOO MUCH JOY FOR ONE LITTLE GNASH... I hadn't even finished processing ch21......

first off pov Joe when he goes to Calloway's to pick up his cute new tailored fit in 3 days

soooo right from the jump. hey.

"“…’cause he’s way better off than I am, it’ll make it harder for me to leave him or something. That he’s luring me in. I mean—” Joe laughed nervously as he steeled himself in preparation for how the captain would react to his next statement “—if it were a giant treating me the way he treats me, everyone would call me a pet.”

“Well of course they would, Joe. That’s because giants are evil.” The captain said matter-of-factly.

He may as well have poked Joe squarely in the eye. Nonetheless, the bartender continued."

hey. UM. Joe you beautiful idiot who canonically has bad luck and, presumably from reading this very chapter, a terrible poker face. Maybe you should have said. Any Other Thing? GODDD in my heart he's definitely sooo overconfident and drunk like wow I am so smooth :) nobody suspects a thing :) while Calloway is having a conversation with him like uh... just saying, but you know, none of us could stop you from. for example. idk. becoming a giant's pet. we wouldn't like that but it's just a random thing that came to mind just now, unrelated to the really tall really wealthy really powerful guy who is afraid of taking advantage of you by luring you in and giving you things like a giant would and maybe isn't treating you like a person. And you're afraid you shouldn't want it. Like BRO IT IS SO OVER FOR YOU even without Harry literally calling Joe's name 3+ times in the dead silence 😭😭😭😭 And presumably Harry having been waiting around there for a while to see Joe! Loitering in a way we know tinies are on guard about since they all noticed that snatcher back in Ch13!

They're idiots ur honor, so true, but it's all worth it to see Joe get rescued and swoon like a damsel ... I definitely wonder if Calloway observed any of that, and what he might think about it if so. >:) May or may not have been daydreaming and writing bits about how horrifying it would be to give your surrogate kid all this well-meaning advice, see him nearly slip to his death, and while you're hurrying down to try and help him, watching him call out to a walking nightmare for help and then get whisked away by it

I have a pet theory that everything we've seen from Calloway so far has been pretty heavily colored by it being from Joe's perspective when he's having a bad day, and maybe he will be more understanding than we think? Objectively, I didn't think he was being very rude or anything back in Ch 13, when he was speculating on Joe's love life. It rankled Joe, which is understandable, but he 1) he's happy that Joe looks good, 2) he doesn't let Gutters or O'Grady rag on Joe too hard and 3) he just generally seems like an interested father figure would about his kid's love life:

"“Oh, lay off him, Tim. It’s a good borrowing year!” Captain Calloway cut in. “We all have ‘em, we all enjoy ‘em, we all cry ourselves to sleep when they’re over.”

Relief washed over Joe like the warm water in Harry’s sink.

“Though I gotta say…” The captain gave a wry smile as he continued. “…it could just as easily be someone else’s good borrowing year if ya’ catch my drift. Could be he’s got a little sweetheart looking after him. A brick of pure chocolate? That’s practically a dowry."”

Although I may be wrong here, since Ch 21's incident at Tiny Town with the Italian mob that saved him gives us the insight that "[for] the first time in Joe’s entire existence at that, Joe understood what it was like to have a real father." So maybe Calloway is not that nurturing to Joe and not much of a caring dad -- as @remordsposthume's tags so wisely point out:

WTF WAS HE DOING LETTING HIM LEAVE THE BAR LMAO. Calloway's Den of Drunkards confirmed for an "everybody drive home drunk. it's not my problem" bar??? Everyone is processing TAoLaW thru their own cultural lens and. in that spirit. lmfao. I must say. Calloway reminds me of the libertarian redneck dads I've known who just let their kids do whatever. If he was a giant I think he'd let his kids ride ATVs thru the woods drunk. Most probably he would also be ridin around drunk with them. "If you die it's your own damn fault" being his motto is too on the nose LOL. Huge farm dad "I LOVE MY SONS. ONLY HALF OF THEM WILL SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD BUT I DO LOVE THEM" energy. To Me.

(Btw Harry & Joe processing their parental issues together WHEN <3)

BUT ANYWAY YEAH EVEN IF CALLOWAY WAS THE MOST UNOBSERVANT GUY IN THE WORLD RE: THAT SUSPICIOUS CONVERSATION? YOU WERE LITERALLY BOTH SCREAMING EACH OTHERS' NAMES LIKE LOVESICK ROMANCE PROTAGONISTS RIGHT UNDER THE DREDGE THAT'S STILL PROBABLY GOT AT LEAST SOME NIGHT MARKET CUSTOMERS? HELLO?? @94444 we are on the same wavelength rn

AND MORE ABOUT CALLOWAY... I am very heartened by how you mentioned once, Warren, that you planned to give each character real depth and treat them with sincerity. I feel very interested about when that time will be for Calloway! We know that he takes in kids (or at least O'Grady and Joe scratch that. tag lore be upon me) and teaches them how to sell trinkets. We know that he hates giants. We know he's been horribly injured in a way that led to him losing a hand, an eye, and possibly teeth. Knowing what we do about the risks of being a borrower, and how casually cruel giants are to them, it's not unlikely those last 2 things are related. I'M TAKING YOUR TAGS AND RUNNING AWAY WITH THEM LIKE A DOG W SOMETHING IN ITS MOUTH.

So Calloway knew them for several years as vulnerable kids... then lost them for a year or so... then got them back after they escaped the watchmaker's? I will be interested to see if that trauma means he's more protective of them, or uh, still more drunk libertarian dad about them. Lmao. He seemed like he cared about Joe getting into Tiny Town way back in Ch3 tho at least! (as an aside... interested in who Gutters is, too. He SEEMS to be older than Joe/Tim, but he could also still be a Calloway Kid himself... he seems to defer to Calloway... and/or he could just be some guy embittered about giant/tiny relations. which. fair, brother.)

If the broader Tiny Town culture (such as it is... would word get around about this incident with Joe and Harry, or does news just not travel that well amongst lots of secluded borrower communities? much to consider. it makes sense in a dark way why you would physically mark somebody who's transgressed against society's cardinal rule, in a culture where you cannot generally spread information effectively) would reject Joe for his proclivities... will Calloway, too? Or is it Joe's anxiety making him think that? I'm afraid we already know how Tim would feel. Other than him, Calloway is the person who Joe seems most connected to in miniature society... Although Harry's worry about Joe not spending enough time around his fellow miniatures in Ch22 is at least partially motivated by his own guilt-trip, I think he has a bit of a point! I hope Joe doesn't lose touch with everyone -- or if he does, I hope there will be new friends out there for him, too, who are more understanding.

(LORRAINE WHEN)

Now Calloway aside, OBVIOUSLY THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER HAD ME HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN.

“Joe… can we go back to the big, sexy giant part for a second?” <- LIT'RALLY me rereading this chapter 800 times

A snapping turtle is a fantastic little horror for poor Joe to face, woof. Those fuckers are scary enough when ur height is measured in feet. The quick way they snap is no joke. Just want to 👏👏👏👏 about how good this passage is: The turtle’s maw emerged from the waters of the lake like the gaping mouth of some ancient monster that fed on the souls of sailors. The grimy lakewater rushed over its beady little eyes as its beak, sharp as a dagger, flew towards Joe faster than a gunshot. YEAH.

It just!! makes my little heart sooooo happy to see that Joe does have someone who will unconditionally look out for him...!!! Harry has his issues, and they're still learning how to open up about themselves, but he consistently shows up!! :') the thought of him waiting for his man all night ... hoping the dredge would be the place Joe meant ... and then acting sooo fast when he saw a tiny guy fall off of it... what a faithful hound of a [future] boyfriend. Calloway is so right. Joe deserves somebody to look after him. And Joe has done the (forgive me for the loaded meme) girl math on this. One big man is the best possible outcome for him. ONLY THE BIGGEST MAN WILL DO to keep him off of his bullshit as much as possible 👍👍

And OF COURSE god their conversation is just so so so fucking funny. "Thank you" "fuck no I'm not" -> "FUCK YOU" is INCREDIBLE i CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT lmaooooo and Harry still being so gentle about receiving this insult and trying to parse what Joe means ... he does listen to Joe, they're definitely not back to square one as drunk!Joe feared, his own issues are just getting in the way! (And Joe's are getting in the way of him seeing thru Harry's facade into what the real issue is! We love to see it!)

"“I meant that. You don’t get to call me handsome until you start listening to me.” He slurred. “You gotta—you gotta want it.”

Joe crossed his arms and scowled up at the beautiful man and his beautiful face as Harry tried to parse what Joe was saying.

“Want it…?” Harry echoed.

“Yeah. You gotta want to be my friend. And screw what anyone else thinks!”"

And did anyone else cackle at how Joe telephone-gamed Calloway's advice to still be in plausible-deniability-land. "You gotta want to be my friend" ok. not what he fuckin said. run that back real quick -> "Not if you’re being open about what you want and everything. That’s how love works, Joe. You gotta want it."

I just adored the moments of insight between them, too. "... Joe knew his real answer was yes – he was just too afraid to say it overtly. He argued and fought and begrudgingly accepted it instead. / What was that saying to Harry?" vs. Ch22 Harry's revelation: "How much of his relationship with Joe was genuine, he wondered, and how much of it was Joe going along with Harry’s suggestions in the name of diplomacy?"

Joe IS acting like somebody who's being coerced! Harry IS being a trustworthy guy by noticing it and checking in once their relationship is definitely turning intimate! It's so fascinating to think in hindsight that every time Joe turned red and embarrassed, Harry was having a thought at the back of his mind like "he doesn't want this. I'm scaring him. He doesn't want me, and he doesn't even know the real me yet. And worse, he can't tell me, because he's afraid of what I might do to him." But he can't SAY all that because it would hurt too much if he said it and Joe confirmed he was actually correct, so Ch22 comes out as a trainwreck where he's accidentally insulting Joe's ability to survive without him. (Side note I KNEW Harry wasn't REALLY considering Joe his landlord. Sad!!! That fucked up scrawny starving guy has squatter's rights and he was doing pretty good all things considered maybe !!!)

The respective issues ~Society~ has given both of them just make it impossible to talk about the root of their problems without baring your guts in a really terrifying way. OOF.

HOWEVER this chapter confirming that homophobia isn't such a problem in tiny society is going to make this eventual conversation betwen them real interesting... Harry like "You don't understand Joe :( there's something really wrong with me... ... I like ... men..." and Joe being like "omg :) :) :) :) :) wait what's wrong with you tho" and then Joe "No you don't understand Harry :( I know this is sick but... I like.. giants... I'm sure you could never see someone smaller than you as anything other than a pet ..." and Harry just ":) :) :) :) oh what no :) Georgie was shorter than me" I hope they can have a good, baffled laugh at how long they could've been snuggling guilt-free. At the end of the angst. <3

[m-jelly]

Tea for two - Chapter 3

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, first kiss.

In this chapter: Levi takes you on a date. He opens up about his life. You take his first kiss. You go back to yours and he opens up again about his feelings and thoughts.

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Part 4

Levi was nervous. He had faced down Titans, he had fought dangerous people, he had been on the run and he’d faced so much hardship. However, taking you on a date was making him shake a little. He was okay with you at work, but since going home and getting ready for the date he was nervous. He didn’t want to mess this up. He had no clue how to go on a date or what to do or say. He wished Erwin or Hange was here to guide him.

He clutched the flowers in his hands as he used his cane to help him walk. He moved down the street to your house as his heart fluttered in his chest. He stood in front of your front door and felt the nerves get worse. He reached over and knocked on the door and hoped you’d answer the door and accept the date. Levi was all in with his feelings.

You opened the door and smiled sweetly at Levi. You were in an adorable dress with your hair down with part of it tamed back with a ribbon. You felt your heart flutter at seeing Levi in a smart shirt and trousers with a long jacket on his shoulders. “You look so handsome.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thank you.” He lifted the small bouquet. “I uh…I grew these myself.”

You admired the sweet little flowers. “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Levi. I’ll put them in a vase. Do you want to come in for a bit?”

He climbed up the steps and winced a little then sighed when he got into your home. He inhaled deeply and felt happiness fill his heart when he looked around at the things in your home. He thought your place was so wonderful and cosy. He adored how it smelt so strongly of you as well. He glanced down at Bo and gave him a fuss.

You hurried over and smiled. “Ready.”

Levi led the way and waited for you outside. He smiled as you locked up and hurried to stand by his side. He walked with you out of town and towards his home. “H-How are you?” He frowned. “Sorry, we just saw each other this morning. I umm…I don’t know…I don’t know how to do these…things…”

You reached over for his hand and felt him flinch. “Well, we could hold hands, but we don’t have to.”

Levi reached over and held your hand. “I want to.”

You smiled and walked closer to Levi. “You know, there’s nothing nicer than taking a little walk with someone you care about.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “You care about me?”

“Very deeply.”

He gazed at you. “I care about you too.” He hummed as he looked out at the ocean. “Do…do my scars bother you?”

You frowned. “No. Should they?”

He looked back at you. “N-No, but…uh…”

“You think they look bad.”

He brought you to a cute bench made from a fallen tree with a view of the ocean. He sat down and hummed. “Well, I’ve never really been attractive and the scars make it worse.”

You sat next to Levi. “Who said you weren’t attractive?”

“Well…no one…but I always thought…and I’m short because I was malnourished as a kid and now I have scars.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I think you’re handsome and sweet. I like you, Levi.”

Levi gazed at you as his heart raced. He leaned closer and bumped his nose against yours. “S-Sorry.”

You giggled and rubbed your nose. “It’s okay.”

He whined. “Tch, I’m so shit. I can’t even fucking kiss.”

You leaned and looked at Levi’s face. “You were trying to kiss me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

You shuffled closer to him. “Want to try again?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Tilt your head to the side a little.” You smiled as he did. “Good boy. Now lean a little closer.”

Levi shivered at you calling him a good boy, he rather enjoyed it. He eyed your lips and saw you close your eyes, so he did it too. He held his breath and waited a moment. He felt his heart explode in his chest when your lips pressed against his. He felt you pull back from the cute kiss, but he wanted more. He grabbed you and pulled you against him. He pressed his lips against yours again and sighed through his nose. He parted his lips a little and kissed you with all the feelings in his heart.

Levi whined when you pulled back. “Don’t go.”

You giggled at his reaction. “I’m glad my kiss was so nice that you didn’t want it to end.”

He blushed. “I enjoyed it. I um…that was my first kiss.”

“It was?”

He nodded and started pulling at his trousers as he felt nervous. “Yes.”

You bumped against him. “It was amazing.”

He looked at you with a light in his eyes. “Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

He hummed. “I would like to kiss you often.”

“You can.”

He reached over and held your hand. “But I will ask.”

You squeezed his hand. “You don’t need to.”

“Really?” He frowned a little. “But consent is important.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “You’re right, it is very important but you can kiss me now and then whenever you want and hug me without asking.”

Levi kissed you and blushed hard. “W-Was that okay?”

You hummed a laugh. “Yes.”

He held your hand and kissed your shoulder. “You make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.”

He frowned in thought. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”

You nibbled your lip a bit and thought about Claude shouting at you the other day regarding Levi’s past life. You looked over at Levi and smiled softly at him. “You must have had a hard life.”

“Mm, I did.”

“You deserve better.”

He let out a long sigh. “Sometimes I think that all the terrible things that happened, happened because I deserved it all.”

“Levi…”

He perked up and smiled at you. “Tch, sorry I’m bringing down this nice moment.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek. “Talk to me. I’m here to listen.”

“Can I hold you as I do?”

“Yes.” You squeaked as Levi dragged you to sit across his lap. “Levi.”

He hugged you tightly. “I kn-know this is umm…rather racy, but you give me comfort and I need to talk to you.”

You played with Levi’s hair. “I’m all yours.”

He squeezed you. “My mother was a sex worker, so I don’t know who my father is. She raised me and the other ladies she work with helped her too. Even though we were poor, we were rich in love and life. She got sick from a customer and died leaving me alone. I almost died but my uncle found me, he raised me and taught me how to fight and survive. I became very skilled with a knife.”

You smiled a little. “Oh, Levi. You know, I kind of want to see your skills with a knife.”

Levi chuckled. “Thanks.” He kissed your neck making you shiver. “So, Kenny abandoned me one day out of nowhere. I thought it was all my fault. Maybe there was something wrong with me.” He hid his face against you. “I worked hard to become a better man and help others. I didn’t want others to feel abandoned.”

“You’re a good man.”

He shook his head. “I’m not really. I lied, cheated and stole from others.”

“You did what you had to in order to survive.”

He hummed in thought. “You’re right, but still.”

You kissed the top of his head. “Well, I think you’re a wonderful man.”

“Thank you.” He smiled softly and squeezed you. “I made two friends and we worked together. I took a deal to get us out and it was to steal information from Erwin Smith and hurt him too. I just wanted to be free of that fucking place. Erwin hunted us down, we put up a show and we joined the scouts making him think we were loyal to him but he was smart. I left my friends to hunt him down and because of that they were ripped apart by a titan.”

You hugged Levi. “That must have been terrible.”

“It was…I screamed, cried and got angry. I destroyed the titan.”

You rubbed your hand on Levi’s chest over his heart. “Poor Levi. Your poor heart must have broken.”

He placed his hand on yours. “It hurt. I don’t think I ever recovered from their loss.” He held your hand. “The next loss I had was a whole group of soldiers I hand-picked. They were killed by the female titan. I wasn’t there for them and I should have been.”

“Levi, you can’t protect everyone. You trained them and you trusted in their abilities, unfortunately, the titan that hunted them down was a very skilled fighter. She knew how the scouts worked.”

Levi smiled sadly. “You’re right. Want to know the worst part? As we were escaping a horde of titans we were too heavy, so we had no choice.” The look in his eyes got dark. “We had to release the bodies. My team never got a proper burial.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He frowned in thought. “The thing that pissed me off the most was she was never truly made to pay for her crimes. We stopped her, but she encased herself in crystal and stayed like that for years. When she awoke again she joined us to stop Eren. She just didn’t face justice.”

You hugged Levi. “That’s awful.”

He hummed. “My life in the scouts was just full of loss. I lost so many good friends. Erwin was a good friend and he sacrificed himself for the scouts. I chose Armin over him because Armin could see beyond the basement and Erwin was running out of hope, he was tired.” He clenched his jaw. “Tch, then, fucking, Zeke turned so many people into titans. They all turned right in front of me and I had to kill them all.” He welled up. “I wanted to kill Zeke, but I was told to keep him alive. I made a stupid mistake because I was so angry. I tied him up with a thunder spear and the shithead set it off causing me to lose my two fingers and carve my face up.”

You lifted Levi’s head and kissed him. You gazed deep into his eyes, one almost a white blue and the other a steel blue. You kissed his scars making him hum in happiness. You blushed as he gazed at you with such deep love, you’d never been looked at this way before. You gasped when he crashed his lips against yours and squeezed your body. You parted your lips and were surprised by Levi’s tongue slipping into your mouth. You moved your tongue with Levi’s and moaned at his touch.

Levi had never deepened a kiss before but he was enjoying himself. Your heat and touch were perfect. He was so deeply in love with you. He thought you were the perfect woman. He was shocked that him opening up to you would lead to something so romantic, but he was sure it was due to him pouring his heart out and that you loved him for everything he was. He became very aware of his feelings and your body. He pulled back from you when something stirred inside him and he became aroused.

He turned his head from you. “I’m so sorry.”

You frowned. “For what? That was a wonderful kiss.”

He blushed hard. “I got too excited.”

“Oh, well that’s okay. It happens.”

He let out a long sigh. “I never thought my story would be romantic.”

You blushed. “Ah, sorry. I just…when you said mean things about your wounds I just…you’re wonderful and I’m sorry you went through so much. It must have been so frustrating with Zeke.”

Levi nodded as he thought back to his life. “It was. I was in a lot of pain and Hange saved me. It wasn’t the end though.”

You gazed at Levi. “What happened?”

He tried to hold back tears. “When we were escaping the rumbling, Hange said she would fight the Titans but there was no way she could stop them. The titans were too hot to get close to, but she kept saying she would and when I looked her in the eyes I knew.”

You felt your heart break. “She’d given up on life.”

Levi nodded. “Her desire to live was gone. She threw her life away because she was tired and I knew I couldn’t talk her out of it, so I told her to dedicate her heart. I sent her off with a dumb fucking saying.”

You rubbed Levi’s cheek. “Do…do you feel tired…like she did?”

Levi gazed at you. “Fuck no. My life has been hard, but I want to keep going. Plus, I have you now.” He kissed your cheek making you giggle. “How could I ever give up with you in my life? You’re perfection. I want to be with you. You’re my future and happiness.”

You crashed your lips against Levi’s. “You’re mine too!”

Levi squeezed you. “I’m glad.”

You played with Levi’s hair. “It must have been a shock when the war ended. The life you knew for so long is gone. Plus, there are so many advancements.” You frowned in thought. “I know I wasn’t part of the military here in Paradise, but it was so strange for me to see the life I knew just change. I mean, the walls came down and then we had trains.” You hummed a laugh. “We can take pictures too! It’s exciting. Oh, but it must be strange for you. All you’ve known is fighting and surviving and now it’s all gone.”

Levi nodded as he thought about your comments. “It is strange for me. I used to lack sleep so much because I was always working. Every day I was killing Titans or training people. Now, all I do is tend to my garden, watch the birds and run a tea shop. Before all this, I would have never thought of having a relationship but I am so happy. I’m adjusting and I know I’ll make mistakes, but I want to be with you every step of the way.”

“Me too, Levi. I want to be with you, Levi. I want to be at your side for life.” You cupped his face. “I won’t leave you. I know last time I triggered something within you when I said that before, but I mean it.” You kissed Levi and hummed. “We’ll get through anything together.”

Levi smiled. “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “So, I do a lot of physiotherapy for my left leg…could you help me with that?”

“I’d be happy to.” You looked out at the sea. “We could do some swimming. I heard water is very good for people with joint issues and aches.”

“We’ll give it a go.”

You clapped your hands together. “Fantastic.”

Levi hummed a laugh. “You’re so sweet.”

“I just like you so much and I want to help. So, if you need me at all, just ask for me.”

He held you close and hummed. “Well, I need you.”

You smiled. “What do you need me for?”

He stared at you and started blushing hard. “Everything.”

You giggled and played with Levi’s hair. “Well, I’m happy to help with everything.”

He whined a little. “I don’t really want to let you go, but Bo is waiting for you.”

You got off Levi’s lap and heard him whine. “Well, we’ll see each other soon.”

He used the bench and his cane to get him up. He frowned a little when his leg felt okay. “Huh.”

You gazed at Levi. “What’s up?”

“My leg feels okay. It’s possible the heat of your body…” He blushed and gazed at you. “N-Not that I’m hinting that you sit on my lap for umm a long time to uh…make my leg better…”

You walked up to Levi and placed your hands on his hips. You tilted your head and kissed him. “If you need or want me to sit on your lap then I’ll be happy to.”

“G-Great.” He reached over and held your hand. “May I walk you home?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled you close and walked with you. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to your place.”

“What do you mean?”

He blushed. “Well, I don’t want to part ways with you.”

You hummed a bit. “Well, I do have a spare room and some men’s clothes. So, you could stay over. Oh, but the stairs.”

He smiled a little. “I can manage.”

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Well, would I have to go up and down stairs in the night for the toilet?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s across the hall.”

“I should be fine.”

You held his hand. “Good. Plus, I have medical things too so I should have something for your leg.”

“I appreciate it.”

You looked ahead and sighed. “It’s so lovely out.”

“It is.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be with you.”

Your cheeks burned at Levi’s words. “Cute.”

He gripped the handle of his cane. “Ah, but uhh…eggs and toast would be good.”

You unlocked your front door and smiled. “I can do that.” You pushed the door open and fussed Bo. “Come on in. Do you need help?”

Levi climbed the stairs. “I’m okay. I’ve got this.” He huffed when he reached the top. “All good.”

You grinned before walking into your home. “I’ll pop the kettle on.”

Levi slipped his shoes off and stored them. He petted Bo and then walked into your home and admired it again. He felt a little nervous staying over and being surrounded by your scent, but he was also excited. He was happy to play house with you for a bit. Levi wished that you and he were at his place instead of yours. Levi didn’t have anything against your place except the stairs. Even if Levi worked hard to get a better leg, he would always have bad days. Levi wanted a family with you and he would hate it if he couldn’t make it up the stairs to see a sweet baby.

Levi blushed at the idea of being a father. Levi had never thought he’d ever become one, but he so naturally assumed the role in the scouts. He took so many young people under his wing and he even took Gabi and Falco in. He liked guiding them and being the father figure that he lacked in his life. It was hard to lose a lot of them to the war, but he was hoping that there was a chance with you.

You offered him a cup of tea. “Here you go. This should relax you. Do you need any pain meds?”

He hummed in thought. “Not right now, but I probably should take some just in case. I have been active a lot today. I don’t want a rough night.”

“Got it.” You winked at him. “I’ll get you some.”

“I appreciate it.” He moved to the sofa and took a seat hoping you would sit next to him.

You plopped yourself next to Levi and handed him some medication. “Here, these should help.”

“Thank you.” He took the meds and hummed. “Mm. That should prevent any issues.”

“Hopefully.”

Levi sipped his tea and noticed Bo was staring hard at him. “Why is Bo locked onto me?”

You snuggled up to Levi and giggled. “He’s probably wondering why you’re here. Bo has never had you come over before, so he’s trying to figure out what’s going on.”

“Bad or good?”

“Good! Bo adores you.” You giggled. “Keep your door closed tonight, otherwise he’ll come in and check on you and remind himself you’re here.”

Levi nodded. “Got it, close the door or shit myself at a dog staring at me in the middle of the night.”

“That’s right.”

He hummed a laugh. “Bo, you’re gonna have to get used to this.”

You snuggled up to Levi. “That’s right.”

Levi blushed hard as his heart raced. “Mm.”

You looked up at Levi. “Too much?”

He placed his hand on his heart. “N-No.”

“How about you try being held.”

“Be held?”

You shifted on the sofa and opened your arms to him. “Only if you want to.”

He eyed your body and felt himself flush red. “Where do I place my head?”

You hummed. “My chest or lap.”

Levi shifted towards you and lay down with his head against your chest. “Mm.”

You wrapped your arms around him and played with his hair. “Relax and rest.”

Levi inhaled deeply and tried not to focus on the fact his head was on your breasts. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you. He smiled softly when he felt you massage your fingers into his hair. He felt so safe and loved. Something dark seeped into Levi’s heart as you held him. He kept thinking that he could lose you any second or that you’d run from him. He gripped you tightly as he clenched his jaw and fought the emotions and thoughts racing in his head.

“Levi?”

He flinched. “Y-Yes?”

“Something on your mind?”

“Just…some worries.” He lifted his head and looked at you. “You…won’t leave, right?”

You nodded. “I don’t want to. I like you too much.”

“I won’t let you leave. I’ll do anything in my power to keep you. I’m strong. I can protect you.”

You cupped Levi’s face. “Thank you. I know I am in safe hands with you. I’ll be protected and safe.”

“I won’t let anyone take you or hurt you.”

“Levi, we are safe. We’re in a world where there are no more Titans. It’ll be okay.”

He gripped the arm of the sofa on either side of your body and leaned closer. “Titans might be gone, but humans are still around. I have seen the things humans can do to others.”

You rubbed Levi’s cheek with your hand. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to try and soothe you. Forgive me.”

Levi relaxed and lowered his head. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…I’m scared of losing you. I’ve lost too many.”

You kissed Levi. “I’ll follow your lead. If you say something is dangerous, then I won’t do it or go there. I trust you.”

“Thank you.” He kissed you and sighed. “I don’t want to seem controlling, but I just…”

“You’ve been through so much.”

He nodded and sighed. “I’ll calm down. I promise.”

You smiled at him. “It’s okay to feel different emotions. I’m always here for you if you want to talk, okay?”

“Thank you.” He gazed at you and leaned closer. He paused a moment. “May I kiss you?”

“You may.”

He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. He shifted a little on the sofa and pressed his body against yours. “I don’t know what it is, but I really love kissing you.”

“I’m glad.”

He whined a little. “Do you like it?”

You nodded and held his shirt. “I love it.” You pulled him closer and kissed him. “You’re very good at it.”

“I’m glad.” He whined a bit. “I don’t ever wanna let you go.”

You giggled. “You’ve said that.”

He pulled away from you and sat in the corner, he covered his face with his hand and whined. “Tch, I’m such a fucking idiot.”

You moved closer. “You’re not.”

He looked over at you. “I just…I don’t want to lose you and I can’t stop telling you. Plus, I want to keep kissing you all the time. I’m also feeling things in certain places. Also, on top of it all I have some dark thoughts.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “Like what?”

He looked at you. “Like keeping you locked up in my home to make sure you never ever get hurt and no one takes you away. You won’t get hurt if you’re always with me.” He looked away as if he was filled with shame. “Sorry. I’m…I’m not right in the head. I just…I don’t want to scare you or hurt you.”

“Communication is key. I’ll just tell you if it’s too much.”

He smiled. “Yeah, we’ll talk through everything together.”

You kissed Levi’s shoulder. “Perfect.”

He yawned a little. “I uh…hate to say this, but I’m rather tired.” He blushed. “It’s the meds I’m on.”

“It’s all right. I’m tired too. I’ll show you your room.”

Levi followed you like a puppy following his master. He carefully went up the stairs and felt okay when he reached the top. He continued down the hall until he reached his room for the night. He smiled softly when you let him in and admired the cute room. “Thanks.”

You got out some clothes for him and handed them over. “Hope these are okay.”

“They’re perfect, thank you.” He walked closer to you. “Kiss?”

You hummed a laugh and kissed him. “Now, I’m just in the other room if you need me.”

He nodded. “I’ll miss you.”

You kissed him again. “I’ll miss you too.” You pulled away and stepped into the hall. You pointed to the door across from him. “I’m just in here.”

He nodded. “Good night.”

You blew Levi a kiss. “Good night.”

He closed the door and released a long sigh. He changed into the clothes you gave him and tried not to think about the man who possibly wore them before. He climbed into bed and gazed up at the ceiling. He turned his head and stared at the wall as he thought about you. He wished he could be with you. He wanted to lie in bed next to you and hold you. He closed his eyes and thought about you and then began to dream of you. He couldn’t wait to explore love with you.

[alrightberries]

seasons change

PAIRING: dabi x reader

SUMMARY: in which you and dabi are childhood best friends who are bad with feelings.

alternatively, all the words unspoken between you and dabi are summarized with just one short word: goodbye.

TAGS & WARNINGS: implied sex, smoking, kinda unhealthy relationship, implied body horror (it's dabi)

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts for so long; i wrote this before dabi's backstory was officially revealed no one come for me for the wonky timeline

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six.

you didn't like cleaning houses. or, a better way of putting it was, you didn't like cleaning someone else's house six days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months a year.

days always ended with back pain and scraped knees from the intense floor scrubbing, and you didn't like the way the wet rags would leave your fingers wrinkled and cramping.

your mom insisted that cleaning was fun because it built character and discipline. you insisted that it wasn't fun, and that cleaning your house was much easier than cleaning a mansion (but, really now, anything was a mansion to you compared to your one bedroom house).

"okay, how about we play another game?" your mom asks with a teasing smile. "whoever cleans the mops the fastest, wins!"

it was five o'clock in the evening and you were tired— your shoulders and elbows hurt and at this point you were ready to pass out in your futon back at home. but work is from seven to seven, and you still had to polish the gym's... red mill? treck mill? you can't remember what they were called.

"but momma, i'm tired." you whined. "can we go home now? i wanna go to school tomorrow."

the wide smile on your mom's face gets smaller, and you don't know how to describe it. she was smiling but why did she seem sad? smiles weren't meant to be sad.

"maybe you should skip school tomorrow too. don't you want to spend more time with momma?"

you do want to spend more time with momma, but you've been skipping school for two months now. you miss your friends. you miss when work was play, and play was play, and play was fun.

when you don't reply, your mom sighs and kneels on the floor, fingers lifting your chin to meet her eyes. "tell you what. how about you rest for now, okay? i'll clean up the mops and polish the treadmills, you stay here. if anyone comes in, just pretend to be cleaning, okay?"

"okay!"

her foot steps pad away when she slides the big door close, and you sigh when you finally sit down for the first time in what felt like hours. but just as soon as the doors slid close, they opened again, and you tense. you knew it wasn't your mom, mom always knocks.

"oh— uh, sorry." a boy, probably the son of your mom's client, murmurs in surprise. his white hair is the first thing you notice, his blue eyes (were they blue? maybe green?) the second. "i saw L/N-san leave the gym and thought you were finished."

"we're almost done," was the only thing you managed to say softly, before— "oh!" you dipped into a deep bow. "good evening, todorki-sama."

"ugh, sama?" you don't see but the boy grimaces. "don't call me that, you make me sound so old."

"i'm sorry, todoroki—"

"—san."

"okay, todoroki-san."

"...you can stop bowing now," he laughs awkwardly, and you straighten up. "my dad says i'm not supposed to talk to you."

"mom says I’m not supposed to talk to you either."

"oh."

a moment passes, and neither of you know what to say. you were still staring at the floor and fiddling with your hands while waiting for him to talk or leave or... something.

suddenly, todoroki clears his throat, awkwardly shifting around. "why don't the adults want us to talk?"

"i don't—"

"todoroki touya!" a firm voice booms from the doorway, and you grab a rag and start polishing the reck mill. you don't turn around when you hear todorki approach his father, footsteps fading away and the door sliding shut again.

no more than a minute later, your mom came back. she lifted your chin again and gave you a kiss on the forehead, small smile on her face when she grabbed a rag to help you clean.

she looked paler than she did when she left, and you don't mention it when you notice her fingers start shaking. you don't mention the red stuff on the white handkerchief peeking out of her pocket, either.

eight.

"i'm bored."

"okay."

"i'm bored."

"i heard you."

"y/n, i'm bored."

"what am i supposed to do about it?"

"...entertain me."

you smile. "entertain you how?"

"tell me about your quirk," todoroki said one day, mindlessly tapping his pencil on the table. there was some kind of math written on the papers in front of him, but it was gibberish in your eyes— you could, just barely, read and count, but you don't know what business a triangle has being surrounded by numbers and the ABCs.

"i don’t have one, todorki-san."

"touya-kun, i told you to call me touya-kun." he grumbles, and you giggle.

"okay, touya-kun." you don't know why touya kept talking to you— he was probably bored, like he said, and maybe lonely— but you liked his company.

"did the counselor say you were quirkless?"

"no," you adjust your grip on the broom. "mom says we can't afford quirk counseling, but she's quirkless so i probably am too."

"don't schools have free quirk counseling?"

school. huh, you haven't thought of that in a while. so you shrug. "i wouldn't know, i don't go to school anymore."

"really?!" he screeches, and you nod. a long, bored groan escapes his lips, and you laugh when be dramatically flops down on the floor. "you're so lucky!"

not really, you wanted to say. i'm just lucky you're homeschooled so i'm not alone. speaking of which—

"are those from training again?" you eye the bruises that litter his arms. you don't think you've ever seen him without a bruise in the years you've known each other.

"yeah, dad's been really strict lately," he says, and you don't get the chance to ask him more about it because there's a knock on the door. you step away from him, going back to sweeping the room just as his mom comes in with a tray of food in her hands, and touya lets out a yell of happiness.

she teases him about his unfinished math homework before she leaves, and you try to ignore the smell of miso and fish his mom made for him. when was the last time you ate? was it yesterday or the other day? you couldn't remember.

"d'you want some?" touya asks when he hears your tummy grumble embarrassingly loud. but you decline. "no, it's okay. your mom made those for you."

"she made too much though, and i don't want it to go to waste."

liar. you've seen him eat, he could eat two servings of what he had now and still ask for dessert. but you keep quiet this time, putting down the broom and accepting todoroki's invitation when he pats the spot next to him.

"haven't you eaten lunch yet?" he asks, and you quietly shake your head as he lends you his chopsticks.

"well, why not?"

"i don't know how to cook."

"doesn't your mom cook for you?"

"she does, but she's in the hospital."

touya tries to think of the past week and realizes he hasn't seen her around, not even heard her voice to call you from another room. so he asks, "is she going to be okay?"

"maybe? the nice doctor said she'll be fine." you reply. touya only nods.

he slips two rice balls in your bag just before you leave that day, telling you to give one to your mom when she gets back from the hospital.

"oh! and tell her i said hi."

he keeps slipping you rice balls after that because you never got to tell her he said hi, and you never got to tell her goodbye, either.

eleven.

there are sniffles coming from touya's room.

the sniffles make you pause mid-polish of a large and empty vase in the hallway, and you've been awkwardly standing in front of his door for a good six minutes now, unsure what to do. should you go get his parents? no, that would make it seem like you were eavesdropping on their son. should you knock? yeah, knocking seemed like a good choice.

so you do; three soft knocks on his door, and suddenly the sniffles stop.

"touya?" you call out, knocking again. "it's me."

there's a moment of silence before the door hesitantly cracks open. he doesn't open it all the way at first, one eye peeking out to make sure it really was you. the door opens fully this time, and you're confused when he peers around the empty hallway, eyes lingering to make sure no one was there, before yanking you inside, arms wrapping around your waist and his head tucking into the crook of your neck.

"touya, what are you—"

"please stay with me," came his little squeak, followed by more sniffles and his body wracking from his ragged breaths. an arm wraps around his torso, the other one cradling the back of his head as you shushed him and reassured him, slowly rocking both your bodies back and forth.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask quietly, and touya shakes his head, burrowing deeper into you.

you nod. "it's okay, you don't have to."

your words were calm and reassuring but internally you were panicking. all the hairs on your body stood on its end because there was this... smell, one that you could only compare to a mixture of butane and a burning dumpster.

burning skin, your brain horrifically corrected, and every fibre of your being was screaming at you to get the hell out of there.

but then you realize where the smell is coming from, and its only when you lean back do you realize touya's arms were red and raw. how the hell did you not see that before?

"your arms—"

"i know," he cuts you off, voice nasally and choked up. "i don't want to talk about it. you said we didn't have to talk about it."

you sigh, gently coaxing him from where he was still buried in the crook of your neck, and his grip on you only tightens. "i'm not leaving, i promise." your hand begins to rub reassuring circles on his back. "i just want you to look at me."

when you coax him out again, he obliges, but still doesn't look at you. so you do the first thing that came to mind— a habit learned from a hazy memory of your mother.

fingers gently grasped the bottom of his chin, gently lifting up his gaze before soft lips place a small kiss on his forehead. he freezes at first, but he gradually melts into your gentle touch, once again burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as you whispered small reassurances into his ear.

the following day, touya's eyes were a little dimmer and he wore nothing but long sleeved shirts.

fourteen.

When you first came to work on a random Tuesday afternoon, the entire Todoroki estate was quiet. This was normal. They were a family who spoke to each other quietly, never raising their voice or making a ruckus (except for Endeavor). What wasn’t normal, however, was the somber mood that seemed to loom the entire house as a woman with white hair and red streaks— the eldest Todoroki sister, you remember— wordlessly gave you your list of chores for the day before locking herself in her room.

The atmosphere made you uncomfortable. It didn’t help that Touya didn’t even attempt to bother you the entire day either, but you didn’t think much of it. He was probably doing his homework in the study or training somewhere else.

So it came as a surprise to you when, just as you were walking through the park on your way back home, the smell of burnt flesh reached your nose once again and all the hair in your body stood up. Your instincts screamed at you to run, something you undoubtedly would’ve done had a hand not shot out from underneath the bushes and tripped you, forcing you to fall on the ground and meet two familiar turquoise eyes— hidden in the shrubbery— staring into your own.

After getting over your initial shock you took Touya back to the house your mother had left behind. Normally you wouldn’t be allowed to keep a house if you were underage, but lucky for you things the government mixed up your files and you were allowed to inherit it with no next of kin or legal guardians. The house fell to your name, and it was all you had left.

“I- Touya, I don’t know what to do.” You panicked, staring at the angry red flesh on his arms and upper torso. He was lying down on your tiny kitchen table, shirtless and pants charred. Your cleaning gloves did little to hide the shake of your hands, the visual of him in pain and surrounded by bloodied rags. “I can’t treat you. We need to call the hospital—”

“Don’t.” He rasped weakly, breathing heavy. You noticed that the underside of his eyes were burnt as well. Didn’t it hurt him to blink? “You can’t.”

“Why not?!”

“My family thinks I’m dead.”

sixteen.

Around spring, you finally had the guts to resign from your job at the Todoroki household and pursue another one. It wasn’t anything big— just a small waitressing job at a curry restaurant a couple blocks away from your neighborhood. Still, the pay was okay and you didn’t have to watch a family mourn the loss of a son you were secretly harboring.

You weren’t sure exactly what prompted you to let him stay. He told you a little bit of his life— why he did what he did, and though you sympathized with him fully was it really right for you to keep him around?

Maybe it was the feeling of being indebted to him every time you pretended not to see him slip an extra cup of rice or an extra bowl of soup into your take home meals. Maybe it was the feeling of being thankful when he secretly lent you books so you could improve your skills on reading and writing. Maybe it was the feeling of guilt from not making him tell you what was bothering him on the day you heard him crying, convinced that if you had then you wouldn’t be here now. You weren’t sure— but you were glad you let him stay.

“Hey, I’m home.” You called out tiredly, dumping your keys in your bag. A puff of white hair peaked out from behind the couch, and you couldn’t help the amusement in your eyes as you stared at Touya.

“Got another piercing, I see.” You mused as you set down the bag of curry on the diningroom table. Touya didn’t reply as he silently extinguished his cigarette and helped you set the table.

Ever since the day he faked his own death, he’s been... different, to say the least, and you weren’t surprised at all.

He’s been more closed off, more quiet. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t like being a “jobless deadbeat” (his words, not yours) while you worked your ass off to support the two of you; or if it was because he wasn’t used to living “the poor life” (again, his words not yours) compared to his previous life of luxury.

You didn’t have much to offer; just an old but well-kept house that's seen better days, a large futon you and your mother shared, and a life living paycheck to paycheck and buried in debt while he busied himself with chores and whatever he could do around the small house.

Three meals a day wasn’t guaranteed with your budget so you had to cut it down to two a day at most. And even then, there’d be times you’d only eat once. Meals were usually composed of either canned food, instant noodles, leftovers, or raw ingredients that were close to going bad. Touya had never had anything that wasn’t fresh or organic, and the first few weeks were a struggle for his stomach to adjust. But with how he first came to you, his delicate stomach was the least of his problems.

The burns on his skin weren’t treated properly thanks to your limited medical knowledge. You had to keep them bandaged the first couple months he’d stayed with you, and since you couldn’t afford both painkillers and clean bandages at the same time, there was nothing to numb Touya to the pain. Fortunately, he healed just fine. Yet he refused to take off the bandages and let you see the dark purple marks where his tan skin used to be.

You knew it still hurt him to move but you also knew that if you tried to stop him he’d only throw a fit. Doing chores around the house and keeping things clean was, according to him, the least he could do to help. He didn’t clean as well as someone who does it for a living, but his efforts to keep your shared home tidy didn’t go unappreciated. He was fairly okay at cooking simple things that only needed frying or boiling— nothing too complex since he’s never really had a need to cook for himself, much less for another person. Housework was his way of saying thank you, and you weren’t about to take it away from him.

“I don’t understand how you always come home with two curry bowls.” Touya finally speaks, and you’re snapped out of your thoughts. “Thought the restaurant only let you have one free take away per day. Do you buy me this shit every night?”

“Yeah, sure, I can definitely do that with my salary.” You replied. “Nah. Luckily one of the line cooks has a thing for me and doesn’t mind slipping me an extra meal. He thinks I have it for breakfast in the morning.”

He scoffs but doesn’t reply.

seventeen.

“Help me dye my hair black,” was the first thing he said when you asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. You had a little bit of money set aside for a present. Nothing too expensive or grand, but just enough that you could actually afford something out of your tightly monitored expenses— monitored by none other than your roommate— that wasn’t cup noodles.

You didn’t hesitate to run to the nearest drugstore to buy cheap black dye and help him with his hair. Black water trickled down the drain as you held the shower head over his hair.

“What’s it look like, doll?” He asked.

“You look like a really ugly wet dog.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who grinded on me like a bitch in heat last night.”

You chuckled. Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

He stopped wearing his bandages months ago. It was a miracle that you found an under the table doctor who agreed to help patch him up for a reasonable price. You already computed everything— the operation that involved putting staples around his arms, face and torso was cheaper than buying fresh bandages every damn day. It’d take the better part of at least three years to pay off, but seeing him grow to embrace the silver studs on his burnt body the way he embraced his beloved ear piercings made you smile.

He’s been starting to go out of the house, too. He doesn’t tell you where he goes— not that he had to— but you were glad he stopped cooping himself up inside.

“You look good, Tou- sorry, Dabi.” You murmured.

His hands were gripping the sides of the tub as you continued to wash the excess dye from his hair, and you pretend not to notice the familiar smell of burnt flesh sticking to his jacket despite the fact that you knew his burns were already healed. You also pretend not to notice the new clothes he wore that definitely weren’t in his closet this morning.

“You look good.”

nineteen.

Dabi only got rougher from there.

He became more crude in the way he spoke, and sometimes he’d disappear for days on end without a single word. You got nervous the first few times he did it, scolding him and telling him to never make you worry like that ever again (he still did).

He’d roll his eyes and yell at you to back off, he wasn’t your boyfriend, stop being so damn clingy. You hated those fights the most. They usually ended with Dabi sleeping on the couch or storming out, and you angry crying yourself to sleep at night. The only thing that brought you comfort was that he always came back.

“I’m heading out, don’t wait up for me.” He spoke, putting on his coat.

“Are you going to come back within the week?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed. “Okay. Take care.”

It’d be hypocriticial to say his secrets bothered you because he wasn’t the only one with secrets. Even with your promotion at the restaurant, even with you working overtime and taking extra shifts to the point that you barely got any sleep, money was still tight. Bills were getting steeper, banks were demanding money from your debts, and groceries were getting more expensive.

It was the line cook that kept flirting with you that introduced you to the scene of underground poker. He was a gambler and decided to take you to one of his games in an attempt to impress you (not knowing about your live in not-boyfriend). He won every game that night and started taking you to all his matches, saying he always played better when he was with you. Even called you his “lucky ace.” You only rolled your eyes but let him show you off so long as he kept slipping you extra dinner every night. That was, until, you learned the ropes and became a gambler yourself and quickly made a name in the underground scene.

Dabi wasn’t dumb. He knew that the money you magically found to pay off his operation from two years ago as well as your debt to the hospital that treated your mother wasn’t from your savings. He knew that the fresh meat and vegetables you started buying from the market weren’t there because the grocer had a sale. And he damn well knew that you secretly quit your job at the restaurant even though you acted like you were still employed, even going as far as putting on your old uniform whenever you left for “work.”

And yet, just like you never questioned where he suddenly got the money to contribute to the household, he never questioned where you got yours.

twenty-one.

It was around your second year of being a professional underground poker player did your secret get revealed to Dabi. You were too careless. The sudden transfer to a “restaurant branch” in the city. The expensive clothes and unexplained budget for much needed home renovations. The appearance of painkillers and anti-irritation ointment (that he definitely didn’t buy) in his bedside drawer. The stash of card decks— clearly only used once at most— that you hid in a duffel bag in your closet.

Dabi didn’t comment on these.

He did, however, comment on the elegenat white and gold invitation to a professional poker match set for this Friday evening, addressed to an infamous masked player who had a record of never losing a single match. How could he not comment on it when you so generously left it out in the open.

“I knew you were up to some gambling but I didn’t expect you to be the infamous Lucky Ace.” He mused one night, holding the prestigious cardboard between his fingertips. He was sure if he tried to sell the invitation he’d get some money for it— he knows what real gold feels like when he touches it. “Never thought it’d be you. They say Lucky Ace’s Quirk is luck. The manipulation of probabilities, both of others and your own.”

You merely chuckled in amusement. You weren’t blessed with the Quirk of luck— you just happened to be a skilled gambler.

“I’ve had a lot of offers for your head.”

“And I’ve had a lot competition who turned up dead and burnt to a crisp before my matches.” You replied. “Thanks for that, by the way. I haven’t received a single paycheck in weeks.”

Ah, that too. Dabi was also getting careless. You definitely knew he was a kill for hire, and you definitely knew he was employed under another professional poker player who wanted to get to the top the easy way. You had a feeling he’s been the cause for your competitors sudden disappearances, and the unexplained duffel bags full of cash that sat next to yours didn’t help.

“Looks like we’ve both been careless.” He lazily threw the invitation to you. “Do me a favor— lose your match with Black Jack tomorrow, will ya? Now that I know who Lucky Ace is, boss won’t be happy that I let you live.”

You scoff. “You want me to lose to a guy who’s initials spell out blowjob? The hell do you take me for?”

Normally he loved your sharp tongue and crude jokes, but right now it wasn’t helping. The bounty on Lucky Ace’s head was too big to pass up, and if you won against Black Jack— his boss— tomorrow then the prize would only double. He wouldn’t be the only one out for your head by then.

He sighed, raising up one hand to show you the spark of blue flames. Intimidate you. He was trying to intimidate you. Or warn you— you didn’t fucking know.

But you merely smirked. “Wanna fuck?”

His eye twitched, and he pondered it for a few seconds. Groaning, he extinguished the flame.

“You’re lucky you’re a good lay.”

twenty-two.

It was in the afterglow of sex that words unspoken revealed themselves.

Well, sort of.

Two sweaty bodies, panting next to each other. The smell of cigarettes and hormones thick in the air. The feeling of lips placing a kiss to your forehead as you wrapped the sheets around your torso, turning as you looked at the man beside you.

“What would you do if you found out I was secretly dating that line cook you hated so much?” You asked. His arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer, your head resting on his chest. Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling, thinking it through. You took the stick from his hand and took a drag of your own.

“Damn, that’s good.” You murmured. “Not even reds can beat seven stars.”

He took the cigarette back from you and flicked off the ashes on the tray next to the bed.

“If you were dating what’s-his-name but still ask me to fuck you at least twice a week then he’s gotta be a virgin or some shit.” He finally replies. “That, or the poor guy’s dick isn’t enough to satiate you.”

“So... you’d be okay with it?”

“Does it matter? I’m not your boyfriend.”

“You could be, y’know.” You murmured, tracing your finger against his collarbone. “My boyfriend— I mean.”

“Sorry, doll. M’not interested in being your mistress.”

You clicked your tongue. “I’m not dating him, you dumbass. It was a hypothetical question.”

That was the closest you and Dabi ever got to a confession. That was the closest you ever got to asking him out after years of sexual tension that turned out to be romantic.

And the little kisses you peppered across his callous knuckles was the closest you ever got to saying “I love you.”

Fortunately, Dabi didn’t reject you or push you away. Instead he stayed the night cuddled up to you, holding your hand and waiting for you to fall asleep before slipping out of your hold and disappearing in the middle of the night for a job, just like he always did.

That was the closest he ever got to saying “I love you too.”

twnety-three.

Dabi doesn’t like telling you shit.

At least, not when you’re awake. He did, however, have a lot of silent conversations with you when you’re asleep. His trips home became fewer and further in between, and every time he stayed he’d only stay the night or for three days at most. You tried to ask him about it once but he was always vague with his answers.

He tells you he doesn’t care, and you tell him you don’t either. He pretends not to notice when you buy the expensive brand of miso broth with your own money because you knew it was the one thing he missed from his old life. You pretend not to notice the fresh cup of tea and warm bento boxes that you wake up to whenever he leaves after his rare visits.

He doesn’t talk that much about his feelings— not out loud. But he does find himself pulling your sleeping form, clad in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts, closer to him at night. He finds his arm tightening around your waist and his nose burying itself in the back of your neck to inhale the scent that was unmistakably you, trying to remember it always.

I have to leave you again. He thinks to himself, staring at your peaceful face. I’m not sure if I’m coming back this time.

An invite had been extended to him— from a group that called themselves the League of Villains. It sounded pretentious, he wasn’t even going to lie, but they were aligned enough in terms of ideals that he didn't immediately tell them to fuck off. Still, there was no denying that they were a dangerous bunch. Your not-so-secret lifestyles were separate and there was a mutual unspoken rule that you wouldn’t involve the other.

Unlike your secret job, though, that involved you getting dressed in branded clothes and adorning fancy rings and expensive watches; that involved luxurious invitations to secret upscale poker games; that involved a black sedan that seemed to change number plates every time he saw it pull up to the front of the house to pick you up and drop you off; his job was much more dangerous. He worked with dangerous people, doing dangerous things, playing with dangerous ideals.

He already knew— despite your denial— that your Quirk was definitely luck. Too many things that could be brushed off as coincidence had luckily fallen into your lap. Too many coincidences was no longer a coincidence.

It was your Quirk protecting you, not him, when he kisses your forehead and slips out of your hold for what would be the last time to keep you from harm. At least that’s what he tells himself as gathers his clothes and belongings from around the house, trying to make it look like he was never there. He was a dangerous criminal— a villain now, and he’d be damned if he dragged you into his mess.

He takes one last look at you asleep on your shared futon, trying to burn the image to his mind so he never forgets. He wasn’t going to bring anything that could be traced back to you. He already blocked your contact and deleted all the photos he had of you on his phone, all the messages and call logs too. He’s already done the same process to your phone since you never changed your passcode.

Not a trace of you in his life and not a trace of him in yours, he tells himself as he eyes the shirt you wore. It was his. You could keep it, he guesses. He could just strip you down and get on with life, but he couldn’t do it without waking you up and messing up his plans. At least, that’s what he tries to convince himself as he walks away.

He’s got his coat on now and he left you a little bit of cash just in case. Not that you needed it, of course. You were a professional gambler who made more bank than he did. A black duffel bag’s slung over his shoulder that had all his stuff, and he’s giving the small house he called home one last once over to make sure there was never any indication that he was in your life. Will you hate him for leaving? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care if you forgive him or not. This was to keep you safe. This was for the best.

He admires you for the last time as he slides the door open, sighing as he finally admits his feelings— for the first and last time— into the dark of the night.

“I love you, doll.”

And he pretends not to hear the faint whisper behind him when he closes the door.

“I love you too, Dabi.”

[sunnie-writes]

is loving as good as they say?

pairing: wally darling x reader

tags: romantic fluff, love confessions, reader is a hopeless romantic !!

plot: a hopeless romantic all your life, you dreamed about the love you saw in movies and series, the type you would read in books that left you kicking your feet and giggling. cupid never seemed to be by your side, everyone who you fell in love with ended up not liking you back, so of course you were scared of another heartbreak when you moved to a new neighborhood and ended up falling for your newest neighbor, wally darling. although, it seemed that cupid didn't miss this time.

talk that talk, sunnie !!: so, this has been rotting in my google docs for almost a year already, so i thought i should post it already!! i hope you guys enjoy it, and you're more than welcome to read my other wally fics. thank you, and let's get to it!!

this fic is also available on ao3, you can click here to find it!!

A hopeless romantic, that's what you could call yourself.

You crave the love you would see on TV, those movies and series about romance had a grip on you that no one could explain, and don't get me started on the books. Even while being that amazed by the concept of being loved and cared by someone who you felt the same with, Cupid seemed to always miss his arrows.

Unrequited love was painful, you learned that the hard way. In your high school, you would watch all the high school sweethearts make their ways to classes while holding hands or eating lunch playfully with all the romantic atmosphere that came with it. What was the word you felt? Ah, that's right, you envied them.

Moving away from your town was both a relief and a scare, you would now be open to meeting new people, watching them enter your life. You hoped that they would stay.

And that's how you ended up here, in the lovely and colorful neighborhood that was Welcome Home. The name seemed silly, but you quickly learned that it was because of all the friendly behavior that those who lived there seemed to have. So friendly that they're always welcoming everyone.

All of the stars know that you would be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You never dealt good with talking to new people, you hoped that they could be friendly enough to start introductions first. Even if you were repeating how to introduce yourself like a mantra in your head, you were anxious about meeting so many people in just a day.

"Oooh! Are you the new neighbor?!" And that was your cue to use up all your social skills.

"Uh- yes?" You turned around to see who screamed, eyes meeting with a puppet girl with long blonde hair, and were those candy corn horns?

"Welcome Home! I was so excited to meet you! What is your name? What do you like?" She jumped up and down while popping multiple questions.

"I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you." You smiled, she's like a puppy. "I like reading and... animals, and I would love to be your friend!" There was no need to reveal your secret interest yet.

"That's amazing! You remind me of Frank, he also likes reading and animals! Well, specifically, flutterbies!" She spoke rapidly.

"Julie for the last time, they're called butterflies!" You looked to the side, seeing a gray man coming your way. "Oh, hello, I'm Frank."

You settled for waving at him. Julie, noticing your behavior, told him your name and interests. You're starting to think that Julie was sent from the angels as a way to help you enter this community.Then, you were pulled away from your thoughts as more puppet people started to gather in front of you.

"Oh my, the new neighbor has arrived already?" A girl with a sun head happily said. "My name is Sally Starlet, and you?"

"I'm Y/N L/N... nice to meet you!" You gave your best friendly smile.

Everyone introduced themselves to you, all colorful and adorable. Poppy was a pretty chicken who turned out to be an immediate mother figure to you, we also have Barnaby who is a big blue dog with a chill, kinda laid back personality that made you comfortable with his presence. Eddie Dear was the mailman, who Julie alerted you to not catch feelings for since Frank already had his eyes on him, and Howdy was a sweet man who owned the local market.

Judging by the numbers of houses, only one neighbor was missing. You pondered on how the last person could possibly be like, smiling at the idea of them being just as friendly as everyone in this colorful place that had you looking around nonstop.

"Ah, I see… am I late?" Someone spoke up, you turned around to finally meet your last neighbor.

And at that moment, you knew you were in trouble. He was absurdly pretty, with a blue pompadour and yellow skin, along with colorful clothing and eyes that pierced your soul and sent chills all over your senses. You felt your cheeks burn up, Cupid did it again and you weren't sure on how to stop staring at him.

"Woooow Wally, being late to meet our newest neighbor? How dare you!" Barnaby playfully dramatically gasped.

"I apologize, let me introduce myself." He went in your direction, standing right in front of you, who was currently almost out of breath. "I'm Wally Darling, the artist of the town, it's a pleasure to meet you…?"

"Y/N, Y/N L/N." Your voice almost cracked for a second, making your cheeks heat up even more. "Nice to meet you too…"

"How adorable, surely you're a great addition to our lovely neighborhood." He picked up your hand, giving a kiss on the back of your palm.

Stuttering, you thanked him for the compliment while trying your best to not fall on your knees. Julie came into the scene again and began telling Wally your tastes, he listened carefully while nodding and looking at you with a relaxed smile.

Eventually, everyone began slowly saying their goodbyes and going to their homes or jobs. You waved as Julie was the last one to leave and entered your house, closing the door behind you and holding your heart. It was racing, and you were well acquaintanced with the feeling.

Well, you failed, love followed your way again.

And now, what to do? You couldn't lie to yourself but it was hard to face the truth. It seemed too early for falling in love, you can just call it a crush and try to get over it, maybe this time it'll work! 

Yeah, just give it some time and it'll pass, you were sure of it!

— 

So, it didn't work.

That was obviously going to happen, and now you had your head in your hands while you walked around your house. On your bed, a pretty bouquet with your favorite color layed prettily there. Wally gave it to you, as a way to celebrate "your first week in the neighborhood", how sweet!

Your heart kept beating faster and faster each time you thought about the way he showed up on your doorstep, with his smug smile and bouquet in hands. He looked so innocent as your insides felt like melting from all the sweetness that gesture had.

And before you could control your feelings, you were already catching yourself humming to cheesy love songs and even singing them while cleaning the house. The radio echoed around your house, romantic tunes that you requested on the telephone to play there were all over the place.

Your once retired love books were now scattered across the floor as you giggled by imagining the scenarios with Wally. You didn't try to make a move and ask him out, your heart already had many bruises from past love delusions, and you really didn't feel like piling up another one for your heartbreak wonderland.

Instead, you just tried to become his friend while also trying to get your feelings to go away. That was, obviously, not a good idea, how could you try to stop falling for someone who you interact with everyday?

Before you could think properly on a better plan, a month had gone by. You still had your late night scenarios to giggle about, along with your hopeless romantic dreaming that pulled you into a cycle of trying to stop loving Wally Darling and learning how to love him all over again because of your weak heart.

Curse the Cupid, curse him and all of his pinkish love arrows who never found your way before. Of course you would be giving up on the first month, he never gave you what you wanted before, what could possibly make you think that now it would all go the right way?

Stupid, selfish Cupid.

—

Three months had passed, and you could say you were tired of waiting for the feelings to suddenly disappear.

You played with a doll's hand, carefully moving the antique treasure in your arms. Currently, you were at Julie's house, who was the only person who was aware of your huge crush on Wally. She giggled as she asked you questions of all the time you and "lover boy" had passed together.

"He just wanted to paint with someone, it's not like he wanted to paint alone with just me and nobody else!" You blushed while looking at the ground.

"I don't know, he never really let me or the other neighbors touch his painting supplies." Julie then whispered in a teasing manner, "Maybe he thinks of you as special, in a like-like way!"

You lowered your head while choking on your water, feelings all over the place. If there was something that Julie liked to do, it was to tease relentlessly. After you calmed down, you both started to ask each other random questions to pass the time.

"Now, as a hopeless romantic, what is your ideal date?" She questioned, looking happy as ever in your direction.

"Hmm, stargazing seems like a great date, picnics look a lot of fun too!" You bashfully chuckled. "Oh, a picnic on a sunset, that turns into a stargazing session! With sweet apple pies and cake, along with refreshing drinks!"

"Ooh, tell me more!" Julie smiled.

"Okay, then a cold wind blows and suddenly I shiver, then Wally puts his cardigan on me and hugs me closer!" You could easily feel your cheeks heating up just from your imagination.

And that earned a screech from Julie.

“Ugh, how are your scenarios always the best?!” 

“It’s the prize I get for being a dreamer.” You chuckled lightly.

—

Today was a special day in the neighborhood.

Apparently, everyone was going to the nearest lake, which is gigantic, you can say, and pop up some balloons and light up some fireworks because it was the neighborhood’s anniversary! 

You were currently trying to pick your best outfit, and that was because Wally was going to pick you up since you didn’t know the way to the lake. At least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t freak out at the scenario. Seriously, that sounded like a romantic comedy.

After a while, you ended up settling for one of your favorite outfits, one that had stars on them. Then, a knock on the door was heard. You quickly put on your shoes and ran to open it, coming face to face to an adorable Wally, looking at you while holding a bouquet of red tulips and some amaranth.

“There we go, a bouquet of beautiful flowers for an even prettier one.” 

“Oh! Wally, you shouldn’t…” You blushed and took the flowers.

“Nonsense, you deserve only the best!” He chuckled raspily.

You giggled as he gave you his hand, pleading eyes for you to walk with him. You two started walking while holding hands in the direction of the lake, talking about everything that was going on in the neighborhood. It was a nice atmosphere, comfortable enough, and dare you say, romantic.

As you arrived there, Wally smiled and kissed the back of your hand before going to talk to a knowing Barnaby, who stared at you with a big smile and wiggling his eyebrows. Julie, who saw all of that, pulled you towards her and Frank immediately.

"Oh. My. Stars! What was that? Is that a bouquet? Are you two going on a date?" She excitedly spoke while flapping her hands.

"Julie, calm down. Pretty sure she is malfunctioning." Frank told the girl by his side. "But yeah, what exactly happened there?"

"I don't know, and I'm freaking out about it!" You giggled while holding the bouquet close to you, smiling.

"That was absurdly romantic, I think he is head over heels for you!" Julie exclaimed while whispering. "Besides, look at these flowers, they are so pretty!"

"They also have an exquisite meaning, you know?" Frank randomly spoke, dropping the fact like it was nothing.

You proceeded to hint at him to keep going.

"Amaranths mean eternal love, red tulips mean true love." Frank looked at you while raising his eyebrows. "That is literally a confession."

Julie, who was holding her energy back, gave a screech and started shaking your arm. Meanwhile, you had just bluescreened. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt your heartbeat increase rapidly, like it was trying to burst out your ribcage in a desperate manner. At that point, you were checking if you still even had some pulse.

Suddenly, someone started ringing a bell, and so, everyone looked to the front, seeing Poppy there. She smiled before starting to explain that there was food on the foldable table, fireworks and water guns, everything for fun. Poppy then started handing out glasses with juice to everyone before raising a toast for the neighborhood's birthday.

After that, all of you started talking to each other. You looked around, smiling when you saw Eddie talking to Frank, who was trying his best to cover up a blush while Julie looked at him with a knowing smile from across the field, Sally was braiding some of her long hair. Poppy and Howdy were discussing random things while Barnaby just laid down at the picnic blanket and stared at the stars.

And there, from across the room, your eyes met his. Something electrical went through your body, and you could swear you felt your world stop. Suddenly, there were no more friendly neighbors around you, the festivities and candy long forgotten in your mind. No, none of that mattered anymore, did it?

It was just you and him, across a field as he slowly made his way towards you.

Wait.

You were too late to process it, he's already in front of you.

"So, dearest, how are you enjoying the party?" Wally asked, igniting a fire in your belly to light up the butterflies who panicked and fluttered along you.

"Good, I- I think everyone is having fun, what about you?" You responded, trying your best to hide your reaction with the nickname.

“I could say I am.” He looks at you, up and down, down and up. And it sets your skin ablaze.

Icarus wasn’t able to resist the beauty that was the Sun to him, and maybe you wouldn’t survive the flirt that was Wally Darling. Every single thing he does sets you on fire, butterflies infest your stomach, it’s magical and so cheesy, all at the same time.

“Come with me, I wanna show you something.” His honey-laced words get to you, and you comply with a nod.

He holds your hand, and starts going into the trees, between all those primary colored leaves. You can feel your heartbeat increasing, all your muscles about to give up, it’s like dying but not exactly that, living in ecstasy, better than any drug.

You two stop at Swan Lake, where the stars reflect on the water and the feathered bEINGS float elegantly. Your eyes shine as you see them doing their little synchronized dance, until you notice that they end up doing a heart. You sigh, real romantic.

“Darling, could you look at me, please?”

You turn to see Wally, on one knee, his hand holding yours. You might start crying.

“You see, Y/N, ever since the day I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. With your smile, your way of expressing yourself, I knew you were gonna steal my heart, and I knew that I would never have it back. I’ve heard stories in the past about soulmates, loved ones made for you, and I didn’t believe any of that, before I met you. I’m an artist, not a poet, but you make me inspired dear, to dedicate you the most beautiful forms of art out there, paint and frame your face, have millions of words dedicating my love to you, and that still wouldn’t be enough for you to understand how much I desire you. I want to see your resting face every morning, I want to hold you in my arms and sleep for eternity, I want to grow every day by your side. Would you do me the owner, Dearest, and accept my confession? To finally be mine and let me be yours?”

You, unable to hold the feeling, giddily jumped around before throwing yourself on him, both of you falling on the ground. You cried tears of joy as you said yes a million times, while he patted your back and chuckled, kissing your forehead.

—

“You know,” Frank started with crossed arms while looking at you and Wally, happily holding hands while sitting on the picnic blanket, “One could say that you two were perfect for each other.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Julie exclaimed, happy that you and your Darling were together, finally together.

“Ha ha ha, oh well, I knew they were the one for me since day one.” Wally answered, pulling you into another sweet and quick kiss, making you squeak.

“Ugh, don’t leave the picnic all sappy with your love.” Frank rolled his eyes at the sight.

“Don’t be jealous Frank, everyone knows you want to live that with Ed-” He covered Julie’s mouth before she could say anything else.”

“... Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like I just won the lottery.” You proudly stated.

“Oh, they grow up so fast…” Poppy hiccuped for what seemed to be the eleventh time, being real emotional with your fresh new relationship.

“There there, Poppy.” Howdy patted her in the back.

“I’m really happy for you guys!” Said Eddie while sitting down next to Frank.

You smiled at him while Wally thanked the mailman. You grabbed yourself a piece of lemon pie to eat.

“Sooo, when’s the wedding?” Barnaby jokes.

And you proceeded to choke on your lemon pie.

[artheresy]

An argument over whether or not Dan Heng is Dan Feng seems to have begun getting sparked again in certain parts of the Fandom and it does nothing but hurt my head to no end

Both sides cherrypicking or treating it like a strange situation, making false equivalents. "Yknow governments don't consider people who've lost their memories to be separate people" that's a flawed argument to use in favorite of DH = DF because it's not just he lost his memories. He literally grew up, experienced his own childhood, had a whole identity cultivated based on those experiences and that life and continues to live his own life. To treat the situation like it's just him getting a bit of amnesia is wild to me

But also I hate when people continue to insist he's running from Dan Feng and his past and how he's miserable and shouldn't ever confront the past and deal with it as if his and Blade's whole stories aren't centered around rebirth and karma, paying for your past life's karma. He needed to confront the past to ensure a freer future! He literally has!! And he will continue to do so because he realizes this, DH isn't dumb and he's grown since we first saw him. He understands

But yeah uh I'm so tired

This whole thing feels very Ship of Theseus. What makes the ship what it is, the physical aspects of its planks, its sailing history, or both?

For him, the question is what makes someone who they are? Is it the body that makes them up and any inherent genetic factors (like traits)? Is it their experiences, how they've grown up, and the identity they've developed in that time? Or is it both factors mixed together?

Personally in the case of Dan Heng, I think it's both! Yeah he has a lot of traits from Dan Feng. There's a lot inherently there. But we can't disregard his own experiences and the identity that has formed based on his history and what he's seen.

Again I can't stress this enough... It is a false equivalent to compare him to people who lose their memories or get amnesia, he didn't just lose those memories. He started life from the beginning, a whole different kind of life. And even then, the amnesia topic comes with its own debates. Isn't there a whole other thought experiment regarding someone put to trial who ends up with amnesia and what their verdict should be?

I guess in the end, it's all up to people's own philosophical beliefs after what constitutes a person. My personal belief that DH and DF will always be connect but the separation between them is also meaningful is something based on my own ideas of what consisitutes a person and their individual identity, similar situation with how I see Rukkhadevata and Nahida as connected but still not the same person exactly. At the end of the day again, it's personal beliefs

But what I can't stand and can't stand by, is someone acting all high and mighty like they're perfectly right and everyone else is wrong, especially when they're cherrypicking or not holding all their evidence to the same standard. According to some ppl, apparently it's better in the CN fandom where instead of treating it like "I'm right you're wrong" people have divided themselves into "DF and DH one person" and "DF and DH two people" groups and most importantly of all, they treat both like theories and just keep to their space and tag which they believe when it's relevant. Why can't we just do that? Why can't we follow in their footsteps instead of bringing up this argument every so often with the same tired flaws from both sides?

[the--blackdahlia]

Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House) (MJF x Adam Cole)

Title: Two of a Kind (Working on a Full House)

Summary: Double or Nothing Weekend in Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Mild dub-con, implied drunk sex, language, angst with a happy ending, drinking

The lights were too bright as Adam slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t even that bright in the room, but when the alcohol was gone and just left its nasty aftertaste, everything was too bright. The room was spinning slightly as he shut his eyes, savoring the darkness and enjoying the arms wrapped around him.

What…what?

Adam’s eyes snapped back open. He looked down and, sure enough, there were a pair of arms wrapped around him, holding him close to whoever was behind him. Okay, so he had brought someone back to the room. That would explain why his ass hurt. God, Max was going to kill him for doing that. Especially if he had to go sleep somewhere else.

Glancing over at the bed across from him, he saw it was empty. Either Max had gone somewhere else when Adam brought back his date, or he had left early to get breakfast or something. All Adam knew was he wasn’t there, and he was praying that the person behind him wasn’t Roddy.

Adam was trying to figure out what to do. The arms around him were pretty strong, so he’d have to wake up whoever it was. He groaned softly, trying to figure out what he should do. His phone was right there on the nightstand. He could text Max and ask for his help getting rid of the guy. He slowly reached for his phone when something on his left hand caught his attention. 

A black and gold silicon band hugged his ring finger, right underneath the Dynamite Diamond ring.

Oh.

Oh no.

Adam slowly turned his head as far as he could to see if he could see the face of the man behind him. He could see a mop of curly hair, and he caught a whiff of very familiar cologne. A panic started to overtake Adam as he wiggled out of the arms and quickly stood up.

“Oh god…” Adam gasped. Sure enough, Max was lying there, slowly starting to wake up from Adam pulling away from him. Adam took in the sight before him. Empty bottles on the nightstand by his phone, condoms thrown off to the side, their clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed. Max was naked in the bed, and Adam had been just a moment ago.

Before Adam could stop himself, a scream spilled from his lips, jolting Max awake.

“What? What’s going on?” He asked, sitting up quickly. He and Adam stared at each other. “Uh, brochacho, why are you naked and screaming?”

“Why am I…why are you naked in my bed?!”

“Naked in your…” Max lifted the blanket that had pooled around his waist. Sure enough, not an article of clothing to be seen. He dropped the blanket and caught sight of his own left hand. A matching black and gold silicon ring to the one Adam was wearing. “What the fuck?”

“Trust me, I know!” Adam held up his hand to show Max the ring on his own. Max quickly grabbed his hand.

“Why do you have my diamond ring?” He asked.

“Fuck if I know! Just take it.” Adam slid the ring off and handed it back to Max, just leaving the silicon band.

“How much did we drink last night?” Max was taking in all the same things that Adam had. Adam grabbed a pair of underwear from his bag and slipped them on. “We just had a couple of drinks, right?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember,” Adam sighed. “I just remember Dax and Cash buying beers, and then we decided to go play mini golf with Yuta and Claudio. That was the last thing I remember.”

“Well, the aftertaste in my mouth isn’t whatever white trash beer FTR decided to buy us,” Max rubbed his eyes. “My mother is going to kill me.”

“Why?”

“I got married and didn’t even tell her. She’s going to cut my balls off.”

“...You just found out you married your tag team partner and you’re worried about your mom?!”

“I’m worried about other things too Adam!” Max looked around. “Like where the hell is the Triple B?”

“Did you lose on Collison or something?”

“Now is NOT the time to be making jokes Adam.”

Max was out of bed and tearing the room apart to find his belt. Adam went to look in the bathroom, because weirder things had happened, when he came upon a piece of paper. A marriage license. For the marriage of Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Adam Friedman.

What. The. Fuck.

Adam quickly headed into the bathroom. After not seeing the Triple B anywhere, he decided to use these moments alone to try to compose himself. He splashed some water on his face and looked in the mirror. Thankfully, no Mike Tyson tattoo and no missing teeth. And there was no tiger in the bathtub. There was just a mocking black and gold ring and a pain that proved they had been together the night before. After calming himself down, he headed back into the room to a scene that was anything but calm.

“I can’t find her!”

“Her?”

“The Triple B!” Max had torn apart their bags, their clothes all over the floor.

“Can you put some pants on and we’ll look together?” Adam asked, which got Max to stop for a second, realizing he was, in fact, still naked.

“Don’t like the view hubby?” Max asked, making Adam glare.

“Okay, fine, you can look for the belt yourself.”

“Oh come on babe, I was kidding…”

“Max, thin ice,” Adam growled. “Come on. Let’s get dressed. We’ll see if it’s at the desk.”

After getting dressed and making sure sunglasses were firmly on their heads, they headed to the front desk. Max had to be restrained when the poor desk girl said that she hadn’t seen it.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go get breakfast and we’ll figure something out,” Adam told him. “It has to be around here somewhere.”

The two found a cafe and were seated outside. Adam was not paying attention as Max ordered them mimosas for their drinks. He was too busy looking at the menu and staring at the ring on his finger.

“I really thought after last night, more alcohol would be the last thing you’d want,” Yuta said as he and Claudio took their seats at the table next to Adam and Max. Adam was frozen mid-sip, realizing the orange juice wasn’t exactly orange.

“How much did we drink?” Adam asked, setting the glass down.

“I don’t know about afterward, but with us, shots flowed like water,” Claudio chuckled. “We might have had a little drinking game going.”

****

The Day Before

“You miss, you take a shot?” Yuta suggested.

“We’ll all be too drunk to make a shot,” Adam told him.

“Okay, well what do you have in mind, Bay Bay?”

“Someone makes a hold in one, everyone takes a shot?” Max suggested. He missed the wicked look on Claudio’s face.

“Excellent,” He chuckled. “Let’s get to it.”

By the 10th hole, Max and Adam were starting to feel buzzed. No one bothered to tell them that on top of everything else that the superhuman known as Claudio was good at, mini-golf was on the list. And Yuta had gotten a few too, meaning that Max and Adam were several shots down at this point.

“That was fun!” Yuta laughed, slightly buzzed at the end of the course.

“Fun for you guys maybe,” Adam grumbled.

“Oh come on, at least we didn’t make you do karaoke or something,” Yuta slapped his shoulder. “Maybe you two should go get some dinner.”

“Not going with us?” Max asked.

“We have some things to attend to,” Claudio explained before walking off with Yuta, leaving Max and Adam to their own devices.

****

Present Day

“What happened after that?” Adam asked. Yuta shrugged.

“You guys went off to get dinner and we went to use our room’s jacuzzi.”

“You’re not very helpful, you know that?” Max snapped.

“You’ll have to excuse Max. He lost something very important,” Adam explained, trying to keep the peace. Lord knows he didn’t want Yuta to run and tell Mox that he needed to fight Max.

“His championship?” Claudio looked Max over. “I know that by the 12th hole, you were letting people take pictures with it.”

“I let poors touch the Triple B?!” Max asked, absolutely horrified. To the point Yuta, Adam, and Claudio all started laughing. “Did one of these, these western, desert-dwelling, Fallout wannabes take it?” Adam looked at Max. Did he make a video game reference? To a game that Adam had off-handedly said he was going to play on the plane?

“No, you did have it when we left you,” Claudio told him. Max breathed a sigh of relief, but that was quickly replaced with more worry at where the hell his belt was.

The rest of the breakfast was pretty uneventful. Yuta and Claudio made small talk, and for the most part, Adam and Max did their best to keep it up. It felt like just two couples having brunch. Nothing more. After the pancakes were eaten and the mimosas drank, Max and Adam headed back out to see if they could find the belt.

“Well, at least we know that you didn’t let some random mini-golfer walk off with it,” Adam shrugged. “I just wish we knew more about what we did last night, so we could retrace our steps.”

“We got lucky with Swiss and Yoots. What’s the likelihood that our next piece will fall right into our laps?”

“Hey! What rhymes with homewrecker?” Someone called from the right of them. Max and Adam looked to see Anthony and Max Caster sitting in the shade of some trees, notebook laid open in front of Caster. “Adam should know all about that.”

“Excuse me?” Adam asked, walking towards the Acclaimed.

“After what you did last night? To me?” Caster laid a hand over his heart, and Anthony rolled his eyes.

“He’s just being a little overdramatic because of what happened last night,” Anthony explained. Max and Adam glanced at each other.

“What…happened?” Max asked. Caster glared at him.

“Your little “engagement” at dinner? Remember?”

****

The Night Before

“This place looks nice and sobering,” Adam told Max as they approached the restaurant. Of all places to pick, they were going to Margaritaville. Max had seen a sandwich board with drinks on it, and he wanted to try the pretty blue one. 

“What are you two doing here?” Anthony asked as Max and Adam were seated at a table near them, appetizer and drink orders placed. It was obvious they were having a good time thanks to liquid courage.

“Food. Gotta sober up,” Adam told him. Their brightly colored drinks were settled in front of them along with a large plate of volcano nachos. 

“Yeah, those drinks are not going to sober you up,” Caster laughed.

“I dunno, I’m feeling pretty good,” Max smirked over at the Acclaimed. “Where’s your daddy?”

“Austin and Colton have visitation this weekend. He’ll be back in our custody tomorrow night,” Anthony munched on a stick of celery from the wings that were between the two.

After some banter and burgers between the two tag teams, Max’s eyes fell on a beautiful chocolate lava cake that was being brought over to a table not too awfully far from theirs. He looked at Adam then with a wicked smile.

“Want a lava cake?” He asked.

“Always!”

“Then play along, okay?” Max slipped his diamond ring off his finger and knelt on the ground. “Adam, I know we didn’t always like each other, but these last few months together have meant more to me than you can ever imagine. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Adam, in his drunken mind, found himself giddy at the thought of marrying Max. He had a big smile on his face as he nodded.

“Yes!” Adam smiled at Max. People around then clapped and cheered. Even Anthony, until Caster stamped on his foot then booed.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Caster grumbled.

“Not anymore man. He’s Adam’s,” Anthony laughed.

Not long after, the staff brought a cake out for Adam and Max to enjoy, and a couple bought them some more drinks.

The two stumbled out of the restaurant later, full of alcohol and high on each other, holding hands as they left and not letting go as they headed down the strip and out of view of the Acclaimed.

****

Present Day

“Explains how I got your ring,” Adam shrugged. “Doesn’t explain these though.” Caster noticed the silicon bands then and his eyes widened.

“You got married?!”

“Run!” Max quickly took off running, leaving Adam standing there.

“Uh, great seeing you guys!” Adam said before quickly following Max. “Max, why didn’t you ask them about your belt?”

“And give them more material to use in a rap? I don’t think so.”

Adam didn’t really say much more as he and Max continued to try to retrace their steps. They headed to the restaurant from the night before, getting warm smiles from the staff that had been present for their engagement. But they didn’t have the belt.

“You put it on him before you left,” The girl told Max. “Said it made his eyes pretty.”

“I…” Max and Adam both blushed.

“Did you see where we went when we left?” Adam asked, taking over the conversation.

“I think you headed over towards the strip?”

“Thanks for your help,” Adam signed before he and Max headed back out. They were about a block from the strip, and with no idea what happened after they left Margaritaville, their leads had come to an end. “Max, we need to talk about the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“You know, the marriage thing,” Adam held up his hand. “I know you don’t want this. I don’t want this. So after we find the Triple B, let’s head over to the Clark County Courthouse and get an annulment.”

“Oh…” Max looked more defeated than he had just a few minutes ago, and it absolutely broke Adam’s heart.

“I mean, you don’t really want to be married to me, do you?” Adam asked. Max was quiet for a second.

“Let’s just go find my damn belt,” He mumbled. He didn’t say much, but it gave Adam all the answers he needed. They weren’t supposed to be in love. They were friends and that was it. But maybe there were more feelings behind a lava cake engagement and a chapel wedding than Adam thought. For both of them.

They had just stepped onto the strip when a voice started calling their names.

“Adam! Max!” RJ called. “There you are! Finally!”

“RJ? What’s up?” Adam asked, turning towards him. RJ held out the belt then.

“Thing is a lot heavier than it looks,” He laughed. “I had to stop Charlie from just taking it.”

“You had my baby?!” Max took the belt and hugged it against him.

“You gave it to me last night over at Venus Garden, and then we’re too busy trying not to undress each other to pick it up.”

“Venus Garden? Is that a strip club or something?”

“No. The Chapel at Ceasers. You guys dragged me, Charlie, Trent, and Chuck there as witnesses.”

****

The Night Before

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Adam was giggling as Max led him towards the chapel. “Wait!”

“What?”

“We’re not dressed for the occasion!” Adam told him. “And we don’t have witnesses!”

“Hey, there’s some losers over there. Let’s get them,” Max held Adam’s hand as they headed over to Chuck, Trent, RJ, and Charlie, who had just left their own dinner and were going to film some BTE skits for Brandon while Nick and Matt were blowing their money in a casino or a shoe store. 

“Hey fives,” Max greeted as he and Adam approached the group. “Us tens need witnesses.”

“For an alibi?” RJ asked.

“We’re getting married!” Adam giggled, showing his hand with the diamond ring on it.

“Fuck,” Trent slapped a twenty in Chuck’s hand. “I didn’t think they’d go through with it.”

“Are you coming or not?” Max huffed. The four looked at each other before following the couple back to the chapel. They were in complete shock at how loving Adam and Max were being with each other. Adam kissing Max’s cheek, Max holding onto Adam. It was like they had all stepped into the Twilight Zone.

“What names are we putting on here? Adam and Max Cole?” Adam asked, making Chuck laugh. “What?”

“Max Cole sounds like a porn star,” He was trying so hard to not laugh harder.

“You know, Adam Friedman doesn’t sound half bad,” Adam shrugged.

“I totally agree,” Max nodded.

They somehow managed to fill out the paperwork and picked out the rings. Since they were athletes, the lovely woman at the desk suggested silicon rings. She got those ready while everything was set up for the actual ceremony.

“We picked the wrestling package,” Adam told the gius. “It’s going to be awesome!”

That’s how the four were set in pews, watching as someone dressed as Macho Man Randy Savage performed a ceremony for Max and Adam.

“I now pronounce you Mr. Maxwell Jacob Friedman and Mr. Adam Friedman. You may kiss each other.”

Max was so gentle as he cupped the back of Adam’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was so cute, sweeter than anything any of them had seen in a movie recently. To the point that Chuck even had to wipe his eyes.

“You okay man?” Trent asked.

“I love weddings,” Chuck smiled as Trent rolled his eyes.

After making sure the witnesses signed a form saying, yes, the wedding was valid, Max took hold of Adam’s hand and dragged him out of the chapel and down the strip.

“Hey! Wait! You forgot your…” RJ called after them, but they were in a rush to start their wedding night. “Well, guess I’m AEW Champion for the night.”

“Schiavone is more of a champion than you,” Charlie mumbled, making Trent and Chuck burst out laughing.

“Should I go take it to them?”

“Only if you want to see some things that you won’t be able to unsee,” Trent shrugged. “I gotta go find Hunk now.” He and Chuck left then. RJ just tossed the belt onto his shoulder and headed back to his hotel.

****

Present Day

“Macho Man? We got married by Macho Man?” Max asked.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just Jay Lethal?” Adam asked. RJ shook his head.

“Nope. It was an actual ordained person dressed as Macho Man. And we all signed the marriage stuff. You are 100% married.”

“Yeah, and we’ll soon be 100% divorced,” Max whispered. The pain in his voice stabbed Adam straight in the heart. “Well, we got the belt. Let’s go find the courthouse.”

“Sex that bad?” RJ asked, making Max glare at him. “Okay, I’m shutting up. Have fun!” Max stormed off, Adam not far behind.

“Max, wait,” Adam reached out, but Max pulled away. “What is wrong? We got your belt back. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I don’t want to be divorced at 27!” Max yelled. “You ever think that maybe there was some truth behind this besides being drunk and wanting a lava cake? Why do you think I insisted on sharing hotel rooms with you? Not because I can’t afford them. Or why I bought a fucking, what are they called, Steam Deck? And a Nintendo Switch? And like, I watch your Twitch streams and watch video playthroughs of absolutely shitty people playing really dumb but really pretty Japanese games? Because I fucking love you, okay?!”

“You…you love me?” Adam asked.

“Let’s just go find this fucking courthouse and get this over with. We have shit to do tonight and I don’t want to have this hanging over my head when I’m beating Joe’s ass.” Max pulled out his phone to call for an Uber.

Adam tried to talk to him in the Uber, but anything he said didn’t seem like it would be good enough. Adam wanted to tell Max that he had researched different Jewish customs, that he had taken up listening to the music Max recommended and had even turned it into a playlist that he’d listen to. Or that he always got excited when he’d see Max’s name show up on his Twitch stream and had to fight the urge to call him and get him to collaborate on a video.

Oh shit.

He was in love with Max too.

“Here we are,” The Uber driver stopped in front of the courthouse. Max and Adam climbed out, Adam thanking the driver. Max was already walking into the courthouse and searching out the self-service area.

“Max, wait,” Adam said, but Max shook his head.

“Let’s go sit out on the picnic table and look through this,” Max said. “I’m not too sure about the rules.” Adam followed Max back outside with the paperwork. Max tossed the papers onto the picnic table and sat down, staring at everything.

“Max…” Adam took the papers from him, making the younger man look up at him. “Maybe I was too harsh too fast. Maybe…maybe we could give this marriage thing a try?” He took the paperwork and ripped it in half, making Max’s eyes widen. “I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I’d like that,” Max smiled at him. Adam leaned across the table and kissed Max, smiles on both of their faces. “You made me waste $25 getting an Uber here.”

“Well, gave me time to think.” Adam laughed.

“Wanna go back to the hotel until we have to go to the area?” Max asked.

“I’d love nothing more.”

****

6 Months Later

Word had spread quickly about Max and Adam’s marriage, especially after Roddy saw them kissing backstage and ran off. Things seemed to be going great, they went on dates, they traveled together, Adam was learning more about Max’s heritage, and Max was finding that Adam’s nerdy hobbies really weren’t that nerdy after all.

And then Max’s mom invited them to Long Island. Max had been nervous leading up to the trip, but Adam couldn’t figure out why. She had taken it very well considering her son had gotten married at a chapel in Vegas to his tag team partner.

“Max, I’ve met your parents several times. I don’t understand why you’re so nervous.”

“It just feels different this time…” Max shrugged.

They arrived at Max’s parent's house in time for dinner. Adam was shocked as he walked in and saw his mom talking with Max’s mom. The dads were in the man cave, sharing a beer. And before too long, they were all gathered around the dining room table for an amazing dinner. Adam noticed that Max was fidgety more than normal. 

“Everything okay?” Adam whispered under the cover of conversation.

“Everything’s great!” Max smiled at him. Adam nodded, not 100% sold, but he didn’t want to push too much.

A little bit later, Max stood up. His mom had a knowing smile on her face as he cleared his throat.

“I want to thank you all for getting here,” Max started, turning to look at Adam. “I know that we’re already married, and everything didn’t exactly go the way either of us really planned. I want to do this right. Now over a free lava cake with Cheeseburger in Paradise playing in the background.” Max knelt in front of Adam, holding up a ring box. “Adam Cole, will you do me the honors of properly marrying me?” Adam smiled, nodding.

“Yes Max, I will.”

[starlitheaven]

DO I WANNA KNOW? — SUGURU GETOU

tags. 1.8k, canon, oral (f.receiving), sex, sorcerer reader, mentions of birth control

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can i take you out? that nice grade 3 sorcerer had said over the rim of his beer glass during dinner after a successful mission. c'mon, l/n. let me show you a fun night out.

his words play over and over in your ears like a song that's stuck in your head. or wise words that you're ignoring. which they probably were, because that man is the type of person that someone like you should be giving attention to.

kato was the type of man that most women in jujutsu society would be striving for—competent, reliable, and a capable sorcerer. he was right in the middle in terms of ability, not embarrassingly weak yet not overtly strong. he didn't take too many missions but remained useful within his capacity.

the worst part about all of this is was that you knew better. you saw the more suitable choice, and he wanted you, but that wasn't where your desire led you to. they say ignorance is bliss and you’ve never known anything truer. if you could be completely unaware of the stupid decisions you make then maybe it wouldn't be so shameful. but you know. you know what you’re doing.

thank you so much, you had courteously said to the grade 3 sorcerer. i appreciate it, really, i do. but i don't think i'd be a very good partner for you, kato. please, there are other women better for you.

because while you had spent your day on a mission to eliminate a curse user, here you were entangled with the worst of the worst.

suguru getou. one of the four special grade sorcerers. the most dangerous curse user alive currently. a threat to the world as you know it.

there he was, in the outskirts of tokyo, walking into your hotel room as you waited on the bed in your towel fresh out the shower. his cursed energy overwhelmed you with its intensity even when he kept it at bay. anyone else in your position would use this opportunity to eliminate him. to be rid of this threat once and for all. to free gojo satoru from the burden of his precious classmate.

you were from the kyoto school so you never knew the full story of getou’s downfall as a jujutsu sorcerer. he never told you, either. all he's divulged to you was that the cycle as a sorcerer ate away at his soul and he knew that he'd be left with nothing if he continued on that way. that this society would allow him to rot just for their idea of a better good—of upholding their views as they did nothing for the non-sorcerers who continuously caused curses to manifest.

in the deepest and darkest parts of your mind, you agreed with getou. they called him deranged and unhinged as a way to other him and prevent sorcerers from really thinking of what he believes in and why. to write off his ideals as the makings of a lunatic who couldn't handle his duties and lost his mind. instead of facing the truth and seeing a young man that was pushed to this corner of defeat without a supportive hand.

getou was right. while you didn't believe that eliminating non-sorcerers was the answer, you agreed with his principles. not only that, but...

your hands roamed over his wide shoulders, feeling up the hard muscles beneath the soft fabric of his robes. the mere smell of sandalwood on his skin made you dizzy. you began to undo his robes and they fell apart on your palms like silk.

"it's been too long, hasn't it?" getou panted, unraveling your soft towel and kissing along your throat. "I can tell how much you need this. I do too.”

"getou...please..." you mewled. you had no idea what you wanted exactly, just that you wanted him.

he grabbed your jaw firmly, pressing his thick fingers into your delicate skin. "nuh uh. say my name, we aren't strangers."

"suguru," you gasped. "suguru— i want your mouth...”

he peppered hurried kisses along your neck before going down the center of your chest and navel. his kisses were wet and hot, desperate things full of desire. suguru nosed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving mean little nips, before going in and running the flat of his tongue over your cunt.

“I’ve been thinking about you every single day,” he mutters, groaning when you squirm beneath him. always so sensitive. “fuck, you like that?.”

he’s already drunk on the divine taste of your pussy. he loops his arms under your thighs and keeps them spread open for him while he eats your pussy. he can imagine men burning cities down just for a taste of you, and the thought makes him suck on your clit with vigor. he laps up that leaking cunt, relishing in the way your back arches pretty for him. your hands rake through his dark hair and begin to push him down harshly against your core. the force of it turns him on so fucking much.

you begin to use him solely for your pleasure and suguru takes pleasure in that. he likes you a little selfish. a diligent sorceress like you deserves to think of herself like this for once. he always thinks you sacrifice too much for those who don’t deserve it. so, he continues at it until you’re pulsing around his tongue. he drinks up all your juices with a rough moan.

a messy kiss later that leaves your lips glossy with the wetness of your own cunt, suguru flips you over on your stomach. the curse user gives your bum a light slap to signal you to raise your hips so he can place a pillow underneath. you playfully shake your ass at him as you spread your thighs apart, chuckling when you hear him jerking his cock at the sight. he spreads one of your cheeks apart and gathers saliva on his tongue before spitting directly into your tight hole.

“what a beauty,” suguru says, shallowly inserting his thumb into your pussy over and over. he laughs lightly when you start to grind back on his finger. “I take it you’re ready then?”

“hurry up!”

“tsk. don’t get bratty with me or I’ll really make you cry.”

it’s not an empty threat and you’ve made the mistake of pushing his buttons. as desperate as he’s been tonight, you know he’ll gather all the patience in him just to edge you and leave you aching to come, only to deny it over and over. he’s licked the tears from your face with a menacing chuckle until you sobbed and apologized for acting out.

an esteemed sorceress like you crying for a despicable curse user. the joke that’s called your life really wrote itself. you relax as you hear him take the condom out of your discarded pants pocket.

you can’t help but think of the first time he realized you required him to wear protection. his nose had wrinkled the first time you handed him a condom from the inner pocket of your jacket. a monkey made this, he had said. I almost don’t even want to touch let, let alone roll it down my dick. you don’t take birth control?

no, I don’t. you shook your head, deciding to explain to him why. half naked and kneeling before each other in bed. that if anyone would understand it’d be him. it’s common for birth control to disrupt our cursed energy and even our techniques. some sorcerers even have intense side effects because of of this disruption.

suguru hummed, rubbing at his chin with curiosity. they don’t make birth control for us? after all these years?

oh, he’s gonna hate this. nope, jujutsu society actually looks down on birth control. I’ve realized that it’s not even about traditional views, I think they just want us to pop out more sorcerers for them.

as expected, suguru’s face has darkened at this. you remember thinking that now you lost your chance of getting laid. you smiled and gave him a lighthearted shove on the shoulder.

so unless you’re developing your own safe condoms, you’re wearing this. take it or leave it, getou.

and he did. he sighed dramatically and grumbled as he did so, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes and a smile breaking through his cloudy expression. now, you turn your head back at suguru as he rolls the large condom down his thick cock without fuss. it’s something he doesn’t think about after all of your trysts.

suguru drapes his larger body over yours, crooning in your ear as he teases the head over the drooling lips of your pussy. the stretch of his thick meat always takes some time getting used to but you wouldn’t have it any either way. in these rooms under various aliases with the enemy.

you whimper as he slowly slides his cock inside you. “open up for me,” suguru whispers, placing comforting kisses over your shoulder and neck. “like that. that’s it, baby. you feel—shit—amazing on my cock.”

“it hurts,” you whine into the bedsheets. “you’re too b—” you cut yourself off, not wanting to feed into this showoffs ego. he’s so annoying.

too late. suguru huffed and began nibbling on your ear as he shallowly thrusted the tip in and out of your needy hole. you could feel his smug smirk over your skin. “too what? aw, c’mon, say it.”

you remained stubbornly silent. instead, you chose to bite into the bedsheets and hoped he didn’t hear you whining at his teasing. but suguru was kinder than most thought. he stretched to place a quick kiss to your exposed cheek.

“alright alright, i’ll stop.” he gave in, continuing to feed you his cock. “i’ll give you what you want.”

with a kiss that’s softer than you expected, suguru continued to stretch you out on his cock until he bottomed out with a broken groan. he bit at your shoulder as you adjusted and once you gave the signal to continue, he went at it like a rabid animal.

the heavy weight of his body consumed you and his hair was tickling your arms while he jackhammered his dick into your greedy hole, but there was no one else you’d have this with. suguru knew your body like the back of his hand and he treated you like a treasure that was just for him and him alone.

in these hotel rooms you two allowed your emotions to reign free and acted as lovers who couldn’t get enough of each other.

unbeknownst to you, the fact that it was a week before christmas eve 2017 would one day be vital. one day you’d look back on suguru kissing you post-coital and revealing to you that he wanted to meet you in hokkaido for christmas was just a front. he said he had things to take care of and to go without him, but he’d meet you there.

maybe he had intended to meet you there, but you would never know. grieving the death of getou suguru would be something you suffered through alone.