#is this because i like bandaids just a little too much? yes

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levi is such a bandaid guy and he'd have so many for literally every occasion.

whether i'd be a rare merch one or something he'd just find cute, hes getting it. its such an easy way to show that you that he cares, without all that trouble of saying words and stuff. if he's brave enough he'll give you a little kiss after its been put on <3

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Part 1

It has been a couple of days since your confession and Hobie was conflicted on whether he should rip the preverbal bandaid off and tell you of his secret identity, and possibly putting you at risk for potentially dangerous circumstances in the future, or keep you in the dark for a little while longer until he felt brave enough with himself and his situation to come forward; After all personal relationships -whether platonic or romantic- and Spider-Man never went well together. It was a sacrifice placed upon the shoulders of all variations who were chosen to dawn the mask of Spider-Man.

For if the legacy of being Spider-Man was a death sentence to those who are close, Hobie doesn’t want you death to be treated as his ‘canon event’ or whatever hand fisted bullshit excuse Miguel was trying to ram down everyone’s throats in order to justify in allowing a loved one of theirs to die. Hobie refuses that being the case and due to his righteous mistrust of Miguel, he kept your name out of his mouth unless it was within the presence of the few he could trust; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen.

‘So they have a crush on you.’ Pavitr began.

‘Yeah.’

‘And you have a crush on them.’ Miles jumped in.

‘Ain’t no point in hiding it.’ Hobie cooly replied because why should he bother hiding the obvious.

‘So…what’re you going to do about it?’ Gwen finishes and Hobie only shrugs in response, ‘dunno.’

Pavitr made an face of exaggerated shock and looks over at Miles and Gwen, who were already expecting this reaction from him as they exchanged looks with him, before looking back at Hobie. ‘Dunno, the person you like has expressed that they like you too-‘ ‘-it wasn’t me they were talking to Pav, it was Spider-Man, clear difference. No need to rom-com it.’ Pavitr waved his comment away and continues on his tangent, ‘they like you, you like them and your response to all that is; Dunno?!’ Hobie -again- shrugs. He really didn’t know what to do, yes the feelings between you two were mutual but that didn’t mean he was going to risk your safety over them; no matter how deeply he feels them to the point where the mere idea of you being put at risk because of him acting out of his selfishness in having you, made him physically hurt.

Hobie would rather enact upon his selfishness in a way that meant letting you go and moving on to someone who wasn’t going to be putting your life in constant danger, whilst also getting to shamelessly cling onto some part of you in the process; even if that meant just being your friend, even though he already knew that wasn’t what you wanted. ‘What do you want me to do Pavitr?’ Hobie began, ‘Go up to them and be like ‘remember the talk you had with Spider-Man up on the roof? Yeah that was me and no I’m not having a laugh because I like you too.’ He made a face at this, ‘nah I’d rather them call me a nonce for the rest of my life, well that is if they still want me in their life afterwards for lying to them this entire time.’ He murmurs the last part to himself mostly and it was silent for a while as he, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles sat on what has been said.

The later three shared a look between them as Hobie looked at a picture of the two of you that he kept within the pockets of his vest, smiling softly to himself as the echos of your laughter ran in his head like a melody he could set his soul adrift to on his most sleepless of nights. It was obvious to Gwen, Pavitr and Miles that Hobie held you close to his chest, right where his heart is; Gwen in particular was aware of how much of an impact you had on Hobie from the times she spent at his place and it was obvious as to where it was that you touched as Hobie made it apparent to keep it that way. You’ve made a home for yourself within Hobie’s heart and she knew that he’d fight to keep you in his life.

‘Hobie,’ he lifted his eyes to meet theirs, ‘would you rather be afraid to tell them who you are for the rest of your life, or tell them while you still have the chance because from what you’ve already told us about y/n, they wouldn’t hate you or call you a nonce, whatever that is.’ Miles mumbled under his breath as Hobie raised his brows, ‘has it crossed your mind at all that you might just overthinking all this? Not to say the fear ain’t real, what I’m trying to get at is this; you should pursue what makes you happiest, regardless of the fears you may have because in the end isn’t it better to have love and lost then to have never have loved at all?’

Hobie mulled on Miles’ advice once he got back to his reality before finding himself standing on that very same rooftop where his conflict began, looking down as he clutched his mask between both hands in contempt, so much so that he didn’t even hear your voice call out to him until you were right next to him. ‘Hobie? Everything alright?’ He had told you prior to meet up on the rooftop of some abandoned apartment complex that you were more then camisole with at this point, but the way he said it made you feel as though there was something eating away at your best friend and you weren’t about to let him go through anything alone without you.

Upon realising how close you were to him, Hobie was slick enough to hide his mask behind his back when he addressed you, stuffing it into his back pocket so that you wouldn’t get overly curious as to his hand placement but then again you were always as observant as him when he noticed the way your eyes lingered, like you already knew what this was about; to which Hobie wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for it would make this situation a lot easier for you to process what you already knew. ‘Yeah, everything’s cool, why is it that you think somethings up?’ The raise of your brows only told Hobie that you weren’t buying it, ‘oh I think there is but it looks to me that you need a little prompting.’ and without missing a beat your hand was halfway to reaching for his back pocket when he caught your wrist, holding it there as he looked at you incredulously. ‘The hell was that for knobhead.’

You shrugged, ‘like I said, you needed prompting otherwise you wouldn’t be defending whatever’s in your back pocket so adamantly as you are now.’ You were smart, Hobie had to give you that as he lets go of your wrist and decides to quit the unnecessary prolonging and pulled out the mask from his back pocket, chucking it into your awaiting hands as he then sat himself near to the edge with his back facing you so he couldn’t see the look upon your face when you say, ‘so this is what you were hiding from me…I knew Spider-Man felt too familiar and now I know why.’ He heard your footsteps get closer before stopping all together as you sat yourself next to him.

You were both silent but it was a silence loud enough to dampen out anything else in that moment and Hobie didn’t know where this silence would lead to, and neither did you as you were now realising that you had confessed your feelings to your best friend without knowing it; which was already enough to take in but for that friend to also be spider-man was a whole other thing to unpack. Where you mad that he didn’t tell you? No, not even in the slightest but you were more worried then you could ever be mad, after all you just found out your crush and best friend was spider-man for fuck sakes so of course you’d be more worried for his well being. ‘Here,’ you tell him, holding out his mask for him to take, ‘you can have it back.’ Hobie did as you asked and took his mask back, but before it was fully in his grasp you yanked it away from his reach, causing him to look at you.

‘Give it.’ He tells you straightforwardly but you stood your ground as you pressed a finger to your cheek, ‘not until you tell me something first; did you know I had a crush on you prior.’ Hobie shrugs. ‘No, honestly it wasn’t until but you admitted that you liked me that somethings started to make sense.’ You hummed, content with his answer but you weren’t through quite yet. ‘Do you…feel the same.’ You once again asked but this time your voice wasn’t as steady and strong, it was fearful and hesitant; something Hobie never wants you to be when near him.

‘Of course I do, I thought I made it obvious when I personally dealt with those who chatted shit about you behind you back, I thought it was obvious that when I let you into my heart, that there would be no way that I was letting you go but with this,’ he gestured to the mask in your outstretched hand, ‘made it all the more harder for me to do that without putting you in danger; I was hiding this other life from you to protect you but you were always too observant for your own good but it’s one of the many things I love about you.’ Hobie admits, happy he finally got it off of his chest. After hearing all that, you gave him back his mask and rested your head against his shoulder, murmuring, ‘your such a hassle.’

Hobie smiled for what felt like the first time in a long while throughout this whole situation and slugged his arm over your shoulder before resting his head on top of yours, ‘yeah but I’m your hassle.’ He says before pressing a kiss to your head, feeling you as you snuggle into his side, smiling to yourself, ‘how unfortunate.’ You say half heartedly as Hobie joins in, ‘yeah, poor you.’

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Klaus x autistic!reader - just be there

I just read your Klaus x autistic reader i was wondering if i could request another Klaus x autistic reader whereby the reader doesn't exactly go missing but kinda goes off on her own because everybody like damon, stefan elena ect were arguing and it was all too loud for her and then they realise the readers gone, klaus finds out and is annoyed but eventually finds her and takes care of her, totally okay if not - thanks for taking the time to read ❣️- @floxalprinxess3000💜

Listening to the arguing, you simply just walked to the door, a tight grip with your hand around your arm, nails digging into the skin.

You made your way outside, and down the street, not caring about not telling them where you were going, you just didn’t want to be there anymore.

There was only one place you wanted to go to, and that’s where you made your way to.

Everybody was still so busy arguing, shouting, they hadn’t noticed you were gone, but they did notice when the door was thrown open and a part of a fence was thrown through, barely missing Elena.

“Where is it?!” Klaus shouted.

“We won’t tell you!” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus threw something else through the house, narrowing his eyes at them.

He stopped slowly looking over them all once again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with us, so you’re not going to throw anything else.” Damon taunted.

They all knew Klaus had a soft spot for you, it was obvious when he tried to attack them but stopped when he saw you.

He always stopped when he saw you, because in truth he was soft on you.

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes she is.” Caroline said.

They all seemed so smug and he shook his head, slowly backing down the porch.

“No she isn’t you idiots!”

Klaus spun around on his heel and jogged down the street, trying to figure out where you would go so he could find you.

Your friends frantically looked around, but none of them knew where you would have run to.

The only person who did was Klaus, he had been there plenty of times before, he knew it was your favourite place, your calm place.

He wasted no time in getting there, and he looked around, finding you sitting under a tree.

He walked over, crouching over you and he took your hand in his, moving it away from your arm.

“It’s alright love, you’re alright.”

Klaus sat himself at your side and reached into his pocket, pulling out some bandaids that he used to cover up the small wounds.

He smoothed his thumb along them and smiled, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed your knuckles.

“All better now.”

You took your hand back and placed it on his knee making him chuckle.

He smiled, reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face, letting you lean into his touch.

“How did you find me…?”

“I always know how to find you love, no matter what, no matter where. I’ll always find you, you remember that alright?”

You looked away.

“What’s going on? Usually you don’t go gallivanting all alone. The idiots didn’t even know you were missing.”

“Arguing… I don’t know what about…”

Klaus hummed, running his thumb along your cheek.

“They should know better by now. I swear when I get my hands on them…” he growled.

You reached out, touching his face, running your finger along his furrowed brow, looking at his hybrid eyes.

“Klaus…”

His eyes connected with yours and they returned to normal.

“I’m sorry love but it’s true, they need to be taught a lesson. Watching them just completely ignore what makes you uncomfortable is not fair, I don’t see why you like them so much.”

“They’re my friends…”

Klaus smirked a little.

“What does that make me?”

You smiled softly at him, running your fingers down his face, then you reached for the necklace around his neck so you could mess with it.

“My more than friend…”

He chuckled softly, reaching up to take your hand so he could lace your fingers together.

“Well, would you to know what this more than friend thinks?”

You nodded.

He stood up, still holding your hand.

“I think you need to go for ice cream at that place you like so much, don’t you?”

Your face immediately lit up and you nodded, letting him pull you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt, resting your head on his chest.

“Can we stay here…? They can’t find me here..”

Klaus nodded, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“We can stay here as long as you like.”

He was in no rush to go anywhere, it’s not like he had plans.

If you didn’t want to see your friends, then he would hide out there with you so you wouldn’t have to see them, then when you were ready he would get your favourite ice cream and take you home.

You enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you, you felt safe, and protected.

Maybe he was the big bad guy for everybody else, but you stumbled across him before you found out, you found safety in him before you knew that.

He never brought that life around you, he kept you protected and safe from everything he was doing because there was something about you.

He didn’t know it was, but there was something about you he just couldn’t hurt, he just couldn’t upset.

To see you hurt or upset it hurt him.

“Would you like to know a secret?” He whispered.

Klaus felt you nod your head, and he smiled, taking your chin between his fingers he tilted your head up to him.

“Whenever I need to calm down, I think of you…”

“Why…?”

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Because I care about you love, if you need to calm down, or you need help just think of me, I won’t be too far away..”

You took took his hand, wrapping it around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his side.

“Can we go back home..?”

“We can do whatever you like.”

You smiled, taking his hand and you both began to leave you hiding spot, making your way back out on to the streets.

Anybody who ever dared to look in your direction was immediately run off by him.

When you got distracted he would let you drag him around.

All you needed him to do was just be there, just be right next to you because then you knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because as long as Klaus was next to you you knew that you were safe, that you were fine

[sc0tters]

Burn | Matt Rempe

summary: you thought you were prepared for your relationship with Matt, but nothing could prepare you for what would come.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, light mentions of cheating.

word count: 0.79k

authors note: I am currently avoiding writing another fic, and I saw this idea come in (you told me to write something for Matt) and I was in the mood to rip up a relationship...

You knew it was stupid to fall for him.

You were the one who said you wanted nothing serious. You swore getting involved with a rookie was only going to end in heartbreak for you, the warning signs were all there. Matt was going to get attention and you couldn't blame him for that, he was pretty and a boy.

That was all three months ago and now you were in love. Matt had you feeling like the only girl in the world and it was everything you needed from a relationship, the protection and comfort had you feeling seasick.

Matt couldn't help but grin as he watched you appear from the bedroom "hi pretty girl." He opened his arms wanting to embrace you "nice to see you awake." Mat added as he kissed your neck feeling you melt into his touch.

The hockey player was confused hearing your silence "you okay?" He asked as he cocked his head "just feeling really weird right now." You hadn't been sleeping properly for weeks so now that you were awake before noon was a surprise for you both.

He watched you shrug "you want to talk about it?" The hockey player pulled you onto his lap "not right now." You shook your head as he went to ask you follow up questions.

But you stopped him as you raised your hand "I just want to sit with you and enjoy this morning." You explained making him nod as he agreed with you "love you sweets." He mumbled kissing your temple as he sighed pulling you in closer.

It had been this rollercoaster of emotions trying to not get caught up in the mess you now found yourself in. After the boys won the conference game you both drank a little too much only to end up back in his apartment and in between his sheets. It was his return from the summer break when you told him that you were pregnant.

It seemed like your reality was ripped from you like a bandaid against your skin. With each month that progressed you two grew further apart. Conversations that were once about getting an apartment for the two of you turned into mere checkups about your baby.

The gap between you both grew larger with every moment that passed. By the time you processed what was going on and how your relationship had screwed up, you were too late. Seven months pregnant and he was seeing you once or twice a week because he was leaving early and only coming home when you were beyond fast asleep.

Despite that all, things were going to fall apart eventually. Even when you swore that staying was the best thing for your baby. Nothing could have prepared you for the fact that Matt no longer had only one girl in his life, he had two.

You had caught him through a twitter post, he was on a roadie and he was with some girls. Nobody was kissing anyone and to the untrained eye most people would have sworn that they were just friends. But you knew that look all too well, it was how Matt once used to look at you. Back at the start, you were in that (false) sense of security.

Even with your swollen ankles and misty eyes, you still knew what to do as you pulled your suitcase out and shoved your clothes into it. You called into work sick as you needed to leave "baby?" Matt called out hearing the sounds from your room "what are you doing here?" He added as he cocked his head seeing your phone on the table.

In the chaos of everything you sniffled wiping your nose on the back of your hand "leaving." The baby stuff your had bought was already in a pile as your mind was frazzled "I know about the girl." His face dropped as he felt his eyes grow wide.

His silence gave yu everything you needed to hear as you sighed "I knew I was stupid letting myself love you." You spat as you got up "I am sorry." All he could do was apologise, Mat had played out every possibility, none had him getting caught.

So as you pushed ahead of him he couldn't help but sit there in silence as he frowned not knowing what else he could do as he was left with the message "go fuck yourself."

The humid air of New York hit your skin as you placed your bags on the ground as you felt your stomach cramp up "fuck." You gasped looking down to see that your blue dress darkened like it was wet.

You were having this baby, with or without Matt by your side.

[i-cant-sing]

I feel like big brother dabi frequently checks little sister reader out from her preschool so that they can do stupid shit together and he can one up his siblings on who spends the most time with her

He does! And it's not him "checking her out" as much as it is "luring her out" or borderline kidnapping her, but he's done it so many times now that Enji officially gave your school the green light to let the "brooding, scary villain" take you.

The bigger the age gap between you two, the more softer he is towards you. Like in this scenario, Dabi is like 20 something, while reader is barely 5.

As soon as Dabi picks you from school, he's taking your pink bag and hanging it on his shoulder while letting your small hand hold his two fingers as you both walk, all while humming when you tell him about your day and how you learned what a "verb" is.

He'll take you to a convenience store first, to get you something to eat. And sure, mama Rei always makes the yummiest meals with the best organic ingredients and papa Enji always take you to Michelin starred restaurants and gourmet ice cream parlours, they still can't beat the addicting taste of cheap convenience store junk food, which is all Dabi can afford at the moment. And the best thing is, he doesn't say no. You want two ice creams? Fuck yeah, he'll get 4! That's just a fantastic idea and he won't say no to it.

Then later he'll tae you to a park, where you'll be playing more by yourself than have him play with you. However, you can't play with other kids either without his permission. If you see kids your age at the play ground, you'll have to come to Dabi and ask if you can play with them. Sometimes he'll say yes, mostly he says no. That's when you have to huff and guilt trip him with your small voice and complain how no one ever plays with you (because everyone is busy) and now Dabi is sitting in the sandbox at your pretend restaurant while you serve him a sand cake. (On the inside, he's crying because his inner child wants to give you all the love and affection and everything he never got)

After playing, you're tired and looking like a complete mess, so while you sit im Dabi's lap taking huge gulps from your water bottle, he's combing your hair with his hands and tying it into pretty braids with cute bows (that he absolutely does mot carry around with him and no, those are not your pink hair ties on his wrist. That's fashion), all while he's narrowing his eyes at you as you're inhaling your water.

"Hey, slow down, brat. You'll choke and I won't save you."

If he has time, he'll take you to McDonald's and get you a happy meal, not getting himself one cause again- he's poor. But he will steal your fries though, and your drink. Not that you mind. No, no. You love sharing your food with Dabi, in fact, you'll probably be feeding him with your own hands.

"Here comes the plane, Dabi! Say ahh!" As you poke his closed lips with a fry.

Sometimes you'll ask about his scars. You're still too young to understand it all, and you being a curious kid, you often ask about his appearance. With gentle hands, you'll be tracing his staples and burn marks, asking if they hurt.

He'll shrug. "They used to, but not anymore." But maybe his tone wasn't convincing enough, or maybe you just needed an excuse to your Hello Kitty bandaids, but you're pulling them out pf your bag and placing them haphazardly on Dabi before kissing each boo boo to "make the pain go away".

You don't notice the misty eyes of your brother while you're kissing his burns.

Before the sun sets, Dabi is taking you back home (or else Rei will have his head), and you're so tired that you fall asleep while he's carrying you, drooling slightly on his shoulder as you mumble about Dabi and him being the best (which he obviously recorded to piss off his siblings. Shotou and Fuyumi are 1000% convinced that this was a deep fame and not you).

He'll tuck you in bed, maybe kiss your forehead before leaving. On his way home, he's looking through all the photos he secretly took that day of you,and there are even some very shaky, badly taken photos of him by you (because you wanted to take photos of your big brother too🥺) before Dabi settles on the one picture where he's looking ominous (but his eyes are soft) and you're in his arms, all giddy and happy.

New wallpaper 🥺💖

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This week's writer spotlight feature is: @lexirosewrites! They have forty-four Stranger Things and forty-three Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson works on archive of our own!!

An anonymous nominator recommends the following works by lexirosewrites:

24-Hour Diner

On Thin Ice

And the Sun will Rise

Bandaids for the Heart

Waking Up In Vegas

A/B/O isn't for everyone, but Lexi writes it in a way that it IS. I've always been a fan of the trope, but Lexi writes A/B/O in a way that expands beyond the basics. They've expanded their universes to play with common A/B/O themes in ways I've never seen -- each one feels fresh and exciting. And yes, they're popular in their own right, but they have so many hidden gems!! I just adore them and the work they've done beyond the tropes and tags. They put so much work into their stories and building their community, pushing through all the fandom bullshit to bring joy to their bubble of fandom. They're easily my go-to author rec for anyone getting into steddie and/or A/B/O and they deserve all of the love!! And if you're seeing this Lexi, thank you for continuing to create and share your beautiful ideas with us. ♥ - anonymous

Below the cut, @lexirosewrites answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I love the chemistry that Steve and Eddie have. They’re two people who make no sense together and yet they make so much sense together? They have a good mix of parental issues and they’re on opposite sides of the social spectrum, which makes for a lot of fun exploring their relationship.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I’m a sucker for soulmate fics. They’re my true weakness in life.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I love to write about mutual pining. I enjoy making it clear that both parties are pining and suffering under the delusion that their feelings are unrequited.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This is such a hard question. I don’t read as much as I used to, but the one I reread the most is “Consummate Professional” by Eddywow for sure. It’s just a cute fic and the smut is A+ as well!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’ve worked through most of my favorite tropes at this point, but I’m excitedly planning a timeloop fic set in the omegaverse.

What is your writing process like?

It’s a bit of a mess, truthfully. I start with unorganized bullet points to brainstorm things I think will happen in the fic and slowly arrange that into a real plot with actual events and not just some loose threads of a story. Then, I just go chapter by chapter to put them in order and make changes as necessary after that.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I write omegaverse fics almost exclusively. Which I’d say probably qualifies as a quirk! I also just have a habit of writing recurring themes in many of my works. For the most part, they all have angst, lots of pining and miscommunication, and a perfectly cozy happy ending with a big bow on it.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Oh, I hate waiting. The moment a chapter or fic is done and someone has at least skimmed it over for big issues, it gets formatted and posted. The only times I wait are for events like the Big Bang or a gift for someone’s birthday!

Which fic are you most proud of?

“Bandaids for the Heart” is the work closest to my heart because I’m a nurse and I got to use my love for nursing to write about my job and craft a whole story out of it. I’m very proud of how it turned out and the fact that I finished it despite some personal challenges along the way.

How did you get the idea for 24-Hour Diner?

I actually got an ask on tumblr with the prompt that inspired me to write it!

When writing 24-Hour Diner, what was something you didn’t expect?

I actually have a longer Mafia AU fic and I was worried they’d end up being too similar, but I enjoyed finding little ways to distinguish it as its own fic.

What inspired On Thin Ice?

I love to ice skate and a friend in my discord server was gushing about HexieWrites’ “Carve Your Name Into My Chest,” which made me want to explore my figure skating background.

What was your favorite part to write from On Thin Ice?

There’s a scene where Steve gets injured and Eddie has to carry him off the rink. Every story has at least one “that’s the scene I really want to write!” and that was the one for this fic. I love some good hurt/comfort!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

That’s so hard to narrow down, but I’d have to say that it’s a scene from my fic “Bad Beat,” where Steddie are at prom and Eddie pulls out a granola bar from his tux pocket because he knows Steve likes them… even as Steve is fully planning on pranking him for a bet. It’s a heartbreaking scene and I think about it a lot.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’ve got lots of upcoming fics, but I can’t share most of the titles yet since they’re gifts! However, I have a The Greatest Showman inspired fic called “A Million Dreams” that’s getting posted in early January!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I’m honestly so grateful to have the support that I do for how niche most of my fics are. Most people in the Steddie community have been incredibly kind to me and I really appreciate it, even if omegaverse isn’t their cup of tea. I’m just here to have fun and make new friends!

Thank you to our author, @lexirosewrites, and our nominator! See more of @lexirosewrites' work featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer's Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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Halcyon - Ch. 8: We’re Completely Undateable, Aren’t We?

You and Joel go on a double date. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 7, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Description of a nude selfie. Description of masturbation. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5.5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

“What’s your friend’s name again?” 

Natalie wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders as you walked toward the restaurant. It was a nice one - trendy, with an extensive cocktail menu, something you were planning to take full advantage of as you watched Joel put the moves on someone else. Natalie, of course, looked beautiful. Perfect, really. At least, perfect for Joel. 

He’d always had a type. He denied it but he did. Joel had always gone for the effortlessly beautiful type, the kinds of girls in high school you’d have described as a step beyond the girl next door.

Natalie fit the bill, with soft features and natural makeup that perfectly accented them in a way that made you wonder if she was wearing makeup at all. She was unquestionably beautiful, the kind that made you do a double take and wonder what the hell someone like her was doing teaching and not modeling or being an influencer or something that was more lucrative because surely someone who looked like that had easier ways to make a living. 

But she was a professor and she was a good one, too. Several of your students had her for other classes and you always enjoyed when you had a chance to chat with her in passing. Joel was going to like her. How could he not? 

“His name is Joel,” you said. 

“Joel,” she repeated, taking a deep breath and giving a nod that made her curls bounce. “OK. Sorry, I haven’t been on a date in like… six months. I swear I won’t be a total spaz the whole time we’re in there.” 

“Well, we’re going to be in the same boat,” you smiled, your stomach in knots. “This is my first date since my split with my ex but you have to rip the bandaid off at some point, right?” 

“Right,” she smiled back. “We’ve got this.” 

If you didn’t throw up, she was probably right.

You weren’t going to say that.

“Yes we do.” 

Joel and the man he said he was bringing for you were already inside, seated on opposite sides of the table, diagonally from each other and looking like the most awkward pair. Joel spotted you first, his eyes going a little wide before he stood up almost comically fast, his chair nearly toppling over behind him. You gave him a tight smile and a small wave as your stomach got tight. 

This was going to be fucking torture. 

The other man got up, too, and turned to face you and Natalie. He was tall - but not as tall as Joel - and handsome, if a few years younger than you. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. Of course, it might not matter how you felt about it, given how his eyes fell on Natalie. 

“He’s cute!” Natalie whispered in your ear as you approached the table. 

Before you had a chance to respond, she walked up to the other man and smiled, her hand out. 

“Joel?” She asked. “I’m Natalie.” 

“Oh,” he said, looking flustered. “Um… I’m sorry, I’m not…” 

“I’m Joel,” he smiled tightly, his hand out to her across the table. “Sorry…” 

“Oh, God,” she laughed. “No, I’m sorry! I’m Natalie, it’s so nice to meet you Joel.” 

She took the seat next to the other man, anyway, settling in across from Joel as you went around the table to sit beside him. He raised his eyebrows at you but you just shrugged before introducing yourself to the other man. 

“Good to meet you,” he said, shaking your hand lightly. “I’m Blake.” 

“Hi,” you said again, hoping your smile wasn’t too forced. 

You sat next to Joel and picked up the menu, looking it over and trying to force yourself to relax. Except you relaxed so much that your knee brushed Joel’s under the table and it made you jump. He looked at you when you did and you both smiled tightly, almost apologetically at each other. You tried not to frown as you went back to your menu. 

Joel didn’t look particularly thrilled about the current situation. Had you done a bad job of picking his date? You’d thought Natalie would have been a foolproof choice but maybe you were wrong. Or maybe he really wanted you to be across from him so his knee could accidentally brush hers under the table. You gnawed on your lower lip. 

“Everything OK?” Natalie asked, making you look up from the menu. It took you a moment to realize she was talking to you. 

“Oh,” you laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, no, it’s… it’s fine, I… um…” 

“Goldie has a hard time picking something to order at new places,” Joel cut off your stammering. 

You looked at him, a little aghast. 

“I do not!” 

“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve always been that way. You’re worse now but you can never just get whatever you want, you always have to wait to see what I’m getting so you can steal some and even then you’ll hedge your bets.” 

“As if you don’t steal my food,” you put the menu down. “I don’t know that I’ve ever eaten something that I ordered all on my own if I’m out with you…” 

“You don’t finish it, anyway!” 

“Joel, I have to get a bigger Blizzard than I really want because if I don’t, you steal all of it…” 

“So you two have known each other a long time, huh?” Natalie said and you suddenly remembered that it wasn’t just you and Joel there. You were on a date. With other people. 

You cleared your throat. 

“Yeah,” Joel said, looking at Natalie, one of his signature, charming smiles on his face. “Goldie and I go way back, almost 20 years now…” 

“God, we’re getting old,” you laughed a little and tried to find someplace to look that wasn’t at Joel while he put the moves on your coworker. 

“Goldie?” Blake asked. 

“Oh,” you laughed again, clenching an unclenching your hand under the table. “Yeah, that’s what Joel calls me…” 

“She carried this notebook with this sparkly gold cover with her everywhere,” he said. You could feel his eyes on you and your face got hot. “Seriously, it was practically surgically attached. Still kind of is. But that makes sense since she’s a writer. She was a writer then, too. Always been a writer…” 

“What do you write?” Blake asked, looking intrigued. 

“Not much lately,” you said. “But I have one book that’s published. It’s kind of a coming of age story?” 

“Oh,” he deflated a bit. 

“Sorry,” you said, not sure why you were saying it. 

“No, don’t apologize,” he said quickly. “Just… not really my thing. Sorry. I’m sure it’s great…” 

“What kind of books do you like?” You asked, desperate to change the subject. 

“Well, I’m reading Ulysses right now…” 

“Ulysses?” Natalie cut him off before covering her mouth and clearing her throat. “Sorry. That’s just… it’s one of my favorites. I’m teaching it next semester…” 

“Really?” He asked, turning to face her, his face lighting up. “What do you like about it?” 

“Oh, I love the stream of consciousness structure…” 

They seemed to tune out everything then, totally absorbed in each other. You gave Joel a look and he gave you the same one back. 

You weren’t entirely unused to being with Joel on a date, it had just been a while. In hindsight, you realized you probably hadn’t been the best friend you could have been when that happened. You just continued on with Joel like you did when it was just the two of you, the fact that his flavor of the week was there hadn’t made much difference. You’d never felt like a third wheel. You never had much chance to feel like a third wheel. 

You were pretty sure you and Joel were the collective third wheel now. 

“This isn’t going well,” Joel said, keeping his voice low and turning his head like he was looking back over the shoulder that was closest to you. 

“It is for them,” you said, disguising it with a sip of water. 

“Good evening!” The server mercifully came to the table and introduced himself. “Can I get you folks started with a bottle of wine or perhaps some of our speciality cocktails?” 

“Oh thank God,” Joel muttered. 

“Anybody else want wine?” You asked before anyone had a chance to react to what he said. You snatched up the wine list and skimmed to a mid-priced cab. “This winery is excellent, everyone good with red?” 

“Sounds great,” Natalie smiled. 

“Sure,” Blake smiled. 

You didn’t bother to wait for Joel’s response and ordered the bottle and a martini because dear lord if you were going to make it through this night you needed to be a lot drunker than this. 

The server left and you exchanged a tight smile with Natalie before Blake cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“So,” Natalie said after a moment. “You said you like this winery?” 

“Oh,” you glanced quickly at Joel. “Yeah, I did a tasting there a few years ago, they’re in Sonoma, really excellent reds…” 

“So, you like to travel?” Blake asked. 

“Yeah, it’s always fun going somewhere new,” you smiled. “How about you? Anywhere really fun you’ve been?” 

“Oh, I uh… Don’t really like to travel,” Blake said. “Much more of a homebody type.” 

“Me too,” Natalie said, sounding a little too excited before clearing her throat. “I just really like having my quiet time, you know?” 

“Yeah,” Blake nodded. “You know, me and Joel work in contracting and I’ve really tried to make my home a place I really want to be, it’s my favorite place in the world.” 

“See, that’s so wonderful,” Natalie said. “I’ve always wanted something like that but I’ve been bouncing from apartment to apartment for years so it’s hard to really customize things…” 

The two of them were off again and you and Joel were left awkwardly sipping the wine the server came back to pour. 

It stayed like that all through dinner. All four of you tried to make conversation with the person you were there to see. You really, truly did. But it always led to Blake and Natalie being totally absorbed in each other while you and Joel were left sipping wine and pretending that you weren’t being effectively ditched by your dates. 

“Can you excuse me for just one minute,” Natalie said as you were waiting for the check, giving you a look across the table. “I just need to pop to the ladies’ room…” 

“I’ll come with you,” you said quickly, grabbing your purse and following her. 

The second you were behind closed doors, she grabbed your hand, an apologetic look on her face. 

“I am so sorry,” she said. “Your friend seems great, really, and I know that Blake was your date tonight but would you mind if I got his number? If you’re really into him or you think it would hurt Joel’s feelings I absolutely won’t, it’s really not a big deal…” 

“Natalie,” you smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. “I doubt Blake even remembers my name right now. Absolutely, get his number, no hard feelings at all.” 

“You’re sure?” She winced. 

“Definitely,” you said. “Please, don’t miss out because you’re worried about being polite or something with me. You two seem like you have a real connection, you should go for it.” 

“Thank you so much!” She gave a little squeal. “OK now that it’s OK for me to say it? I’m really excited, I really, really like Blake.” 

“Good,” you smiled. “I’m happy for you.” 

Joel and Blake had picked up the tab by the time you got back to the table and the four of you headed for the door, Natalie and Blake sticking close together while you and Joel hung back. 

“Hey, Joel,” you said as you made it to the door. “One sec, let me show you something…” 

He frowned as you put your hand in his and tugged him to the side in the parking lot. 

“What?” He asked, glancing back at Natalie and Blake before looking at you. 

“Just going to give them some space…” You trailed off, leaning around him to watch where Blake and Natalie were talking, Blake pulling out his phone and smiling as they did. “And there it is.” 

“What?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder but you grabbed him by the chin and made him look at you, his eyes going wide. 

“Don’t look!” You hissed. “God, you have no tact…” 

“Shut up.” 

“They’re swapping numbers,” you said. “Two love birds over there…” 

“Jesus,” he groaned. 

“Sorry,” you said, stopping watching them and focusing on Joel again. “Didn’t think you’d mind too much…” 

“Yeah, didn’t exactly feel a love connection with Natalie,” he sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You OK with Blake not being the one?” 

“Think I’ll survive,” you smiled tightly. You glanced around him one more time. Phones were back in pockets. “OK I think we’re good.” 

“C’mon Cupid,” he said. “Let’s go get shot down.” 

You snorted but followed behind him to the edge of the parking lot where Blake and Natalie were waiting. 

“So, if you don’t mind,” Natalie said, still wincing a little. “I was going to have Blake take me home? Catch up with you next week?” 

“Sounds good,” you smiled before turning to Blake. “It was nice meeting you.” 

“You too,” he said, at least being polite enough to look sheepish about it. 

“Good to meet you, too, Joel,” Natalie said. “Really, you seem… nice.” 

“Same to you,” he said, hands still in his pockets. 

The two of you stood there, side by side, as your dates went home together. 

You sighed and looked over at Joel once Blake and Natalie were safely in his car. Joel looked back at you. 

“We’re completely undateable, aren’t we?” He asked. 

“Yep,” you nodded once. 

He sighed. 

“Well, at least we have each other.” 

“Could be worse,” you agreed. 

“Want to come over?” He asked. 

“Yes but…” you bit your lip. “Can we go to Sonic first? I kind of really need a shake now.” 

Joel laughed. 

“Absofuckinlutely we can.” 

***

“You really think this is a good idea?” 

Your head was dangling off the seat of the couch, your legs draped over the back as you looked at your phone screen.

“Better idea than all your blood rushin’ to your head for however long you’ve been sitting like that,” Joel replied, sitting on the floor with his back to the love seat next to you. He tried to ignore the way your body curved in that position. The shape of your legs, your ass pressing into the cushions, your breasts swelling over the cups of your bra and giving him a glimpse of your cleavage in the v-neck of your dress. 

You set your phone on your stomach and looked longingly at the styrofoam cup on his coffee table. 

“What?” He asked. 

“I want my shake.” 

“So drink the shake!” 

“I don’t wanna sit up,” you whined a little. Joel laughed. You’d added a generous amount of vodka to the shake and it was starting to show. You reached for the cup, arm outstretched, fingers groping but it was out of reach. You whimpered and he sighed, bringing the cup alongside your head. You tried to take it but he pulled the cup away for a moment. 

“Just wait, I’m holdin’ it,” he said. “Take a sip if you actually can from that position, you weirdo.” 

You rolled your eyes with more dramatic force than Sarah on her best day. 

“You’re being controlling,” you said, putting the hand that had been reaching for the shake on your stomach by your phone. 

“Tryin’ to keep you from wrecking my carpet,” he replied, putting the shake by your head again and putting the straw in your open mouth. “Don’t choke.” 

“Don’t choke,” you mumbled mockingly around the straw - or he thought you did, anyway. It was hard to tell. You managed to actually get some milkshake into your mouth but almost immediately grimaced. Joel took the straw away. 

“You OK?” He laughed. 

“Brain freeze,” you winced, eyes scrunched closed. “Ugh, why would vodka and chocolate betray me in this way?” 

“Your guess is as good as mine, Goldie.” 

“You think this is why my date ditched me?” You asked, eyes still closed in a wince. 

“What?” Joel laughed. “Because chocolate and vodka decided to attack you personally?” 

“No,” you frowned, the upside down angle of your head making it look like a sad smile for a moment. “Because I like doing shit like this. I probably should have out grown this years ago.” 

“Hon, if some asshole is telling you to grow up, he doesn’t deserve you,” he said. “Now let me see that damn profile.” 

You sighed and surrendered your phone. While sitting in Joel’s truck at Sonic after your respective dates had crumbled, Joel redownloaded Tinder and you decided to set up a profile of your own. But you’d never had a dating app profile before. You sat on the couch, gnawing on your thumbnail and ignoring the milkshake you’d wanted to stop for until Joel went and got the liquor. After a few shots - and a generous amount added to your shake - you loosened up enough to fill out the profile. 

But you hadn’t loosened up enough to finalize it yourself. 

“OK well we’re changing out these pictures,” Joel said, scrolling down the page. 

“What’s wrong with the pictures!” 

“Did you scroll through your album to find the most boring photos of you ever taken?” He asked, lowering the phone enough to look at you. “Because these are not doing you justice…” 

“Fuck off,” you tried to shove him but almost fell off the couch instead, gasping then giggling as Joel caught you. 

“Jesus, please try to not break your neck,” he said, heart in his throat as he helped arrange you on the couch. “Just got you back, rather you not die in my living room…” 

“Give it a few months,” you settled into the couch again. “You’ll change your tune.” 

He scoffed, scrolling down your profile. 

“See, you didn’t pick the best prompts,” he said, frowning. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, adjusting your head to try to see him better and then giving up. 

“You’ve basically just said what your job is four different times,” he said. “Can I fuck with your profile?” 

“You’re the expert,” you shrugged. “Shake please.” 

Joel sighed and held the cup up so you could reach the straw again before going into your prompts. 

“Alright, if you had 20 minutes left to live, what would you do?” Joel asked, lowering the phone to look at you again. 

“I don’t wanna say,” you pouted a little. 

“Well now you have to,” he teased. “I gotta know. Is it masturbate? Eat your weight in chocolate ice cream? Tell Brad to go fuck himself? What?” 

“Not telling.” 

“I’ll tell you mine,” Joel said. “C’mon…” 

“No.” 

“Goldie.” 

“Joel.” 

“Don’t make me beg, he said. “I will withhold your alcoholic shake.” 

You quirked your jaw for a moment before you sighed. 

“I’d come see you,” you said. “There. Happy?” 

Joel’s heart beat a little faster. 

“Goldie…” 

“Don’t make fun!”

“I’m not!” He said quickly. “Really, I’m not, I promise I’m not.” 

“Feels like you are,” you muttered. 

“I’m not,” he said gently, moving so he was leaning on the couch next to you. “Promise.” 

“Yeah, alright…” 

“Hey,” he said. You lifted your head slightly, enough that he could see your face better. “I’d come see you, too. Assuming I had Sarah with me, of course.”

“What about Tommy?” 

“Fuck ‘em,” he smiled a little and you laughed. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”  

“Probably shouldn’t put that I would go see some other guy on my dating profile,” you said, letting your head dangle again. “Pick another prompt.” 

“How about this one,” he said. “I want someone who… will travel and explore new places with me. Sound good?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “I like that one.” 

“Here’s a good one,” Joel said, letting a teasing edge slip into his voice. “Your biggest red flag is… fucking old dudes…” 

“Fuck off,” you laughed. “The prompts suck.” 

“We’ll figure ‘em out later,” Joel said. “I’m going to find a picture of you that doesn’t look like it was taken at some fuckin’ work conference…” 

“Hey!” 

“You’re a fun person,” Joel said, going to your photo albums. “You’ve lived a little. Try showing that.” 

“Fine,” you sighed. “But I promise, there aren’t many pictures that are worth your time.” 

“We’ll see about that,” Joel said absently as he went to the map of photos. He pulled up the cluster that appeared near San Francisco. “See, this one’s good.” 

He held your phone in front of your face, a picture of you smiling in a vineyard. 

“Says you like to travel and like wine,” he said. “And you look good in it.” 

“Alright,” you said, a smile in your voice. “Put it in there.” 

“Not a first picture though,” he said. “We’ll find a better one for that…” 

“Knew you’d have this down to a science…” 

“Shut up,” he laughed, going back to the map. “You’ve been to Europe, right?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “For the book tour.” 

“Let’s see,” he said, heading across the ocean on the map and finding pictures in London. “Oh see, these are good, you’re all done up for work and shit but it’s in a cool place. So much better than that one shot you picked…” 

“Whatever you say,” you said, smile still evident in your voice. 

Joel toggled through pictures. You at the Tower of London, you by that big damn ferris wheel, you by Big Ben, a selfie with a woman who was pretty but not nearly as pretty as you. You holding your book and smiling with a room full of people in the background as they watched you intently. He smiled to himself, looking at the photo for a moment. He was so fucking proud of you, that you’d actually done the thing you’d always dreamed of and people loved you for it. He reached over and took a drink of your shake as he swiped to the next image but he immediately choked on it. 

It was a picture of you, a selfie. You were flat on your back on a fluffy white comforter, your eyes hazy with want, breasts bared for the camera. 

He knew he shouldn’t be looking at this. He knew. This wasn’t for him, this was for… well, presumably that fucking asshole you spent a decade married to. But before he could consciously stop himself, he memorized you. The swell of your breasts, the pebbling of your nipples, the curve at your waist just as the photo cut off. And that look on your face. How many times had he remembered - pretended? - that you looked at him like that when he’d been inside you? 

His conscious mind took over again. He coughed on the shake, dropping the phone and the drink. 

“Shit,” you said, adjusting quickly to help clean up. “Are you OK?” 

“Fine,” he said, trying to scramble for the phone as he hacked and coughed. Where the fuck had it fallen? “Just… wrong tube…” 

“Yeah, try not to do that,” you teased and Joel’s stomach dropped. Your phone was in your hand. 

“No, wait!” 

“What?” You laughed. “It’s my phone…” You looked down at the screen of it for the first time, your eyes going wide before you clutched it to your chest. “Oh my God, please tell me you didn’t see that!” 

He was quiet beyond his subsiding coughing for a moment. 

“It’s not that big of a deal…” he began but you groaned. 

“I can’t believe…” 

“I’m really sorry,” he said quickly. “I swear, I wasn’t looking for -”

“It’s not your fault,” you cut him off. Joel suddenly realized exactly how close the two of you were and he sat back from you. You winced, the expression passing quickly. “I’m sorry. I forgot that was even there, I thought I’d deleted it…” 

“It’s not a big deal…” 

“I just…” you looked at him, those eyes wide with a desperate need for understanding instead of just desperate want. “Look, things were already in a shitty place with Gale and I was trying to keep him interested when I was half a planet away and I was… well, I was obviously willing to try anything and - “ 

“Goldie,” he cut you off. “It’s OK. Really.” 

“No, it was stupid,” you looked down at your phone, barely pulling the screen away from your chest as you - presumably - deleted the picture. “It didn’t get me anywhere. I don’t think he even directly replied to that photo and it clearly didn’t do much to save my marriage and now… So yeah, it was pretty stupid.” 

“It wasn’t stupid,” he said gently. You scoffed. “It wasn’t. You were trying to take care of something that mattered to you. He was a fucking dumbass. You weren’t stupid.” 

He was suddenly close to you again - or it seemed sudden, anyway. But he was close enough that he could smell your shampoo and see the different shades in the iris of your eye. You were close enough that kissing you would be easy. Or it would be if there wasn’t so much between you. 

But maybe, just this once, it’d be easy. Actually easy. 

“We’re home!” Tommy’s voice boomed as the front door smacked into the wall. 

“Aunt Goldie!” Sarah shrieked, tearing into the living room as you smiled at her. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” 

She damn near hurdled Joel and launched herself at you, almost toppling you over as you caught her. 

“I didn’t either, kiddo,” you laughed and gave her a squeeze. “But your dad’s and my plans changed. I was just about to head home, though.” 

“Aw man,” she sat back from you, pouting a little. “You’re not sleeping over?” 

“Remember those cats we got earlier this week?” You asked, brows raised. “Not very nice for me to leave poor Puck home alone when he’s still new in the house, is it?” 

“I guess,” she sighed dramatically. “You should bring him next time. Him and Swiftie can be friends.” 

You smiled. 

“I’ll think about it.” You turned to Joel, looking down at the melting shake on the floor. “Can I help? Where are the paper towels, I can…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said quickly. “You should probably head home.” 

“Right,” you smiled tightly, leaning around Joel to see his brother and gave him a wave. “Hi Tommy. Long time no see.” 

“You’re lookin’ good, Goldie,” he smiled. “Still out there being smarter than everyone?” 

“Mostly,” you replied. “You still pretending rolled up pieces of paper are cigarettes?” 

“Sometimes,” he smirked. “When I’m bored and I need excitement.” 

You laughed at that and gave Sarah a final hug before leaving. Joel watched you go before sending Sarah to the kitchen for the paper towels before telling her to get ready for bed. 

“She behave?” Joel asked as he mopped up the spilled shake and tried to get the image of you, half naked and desperate, out of his mind. 

“An angel, as always,” Tommy said. “You two sure made a mess…” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Joel snapped, looking up at him. 

“Nothing,” he put his hands up. “Just an observation.” 

“Well,” Joel went back to cleaning up the mess. “Observe something else.” 

“Date went that well, huh?” Tommy asked. Joel could hear his cocky smile. 

“Something like that,” he muttered.

“You two will figure it out eventually.” 

“Yeah,” Joel sighed. “Helped her get a Tinder profile set up tonight…” 

“Not the kind of figure it out I meant, brother,” Tommy clapped him on the shoulder and groaned a little as he got up. 

“What kind did you mean?” Joel asked. 

“Well, figure it out and then you’ll know,” Tommy said. Joel rolled his eyes. “I’m out, been a long day.” 

“Thanks for taking Sarah,” Joel said. “I appreciate it.

“Thank me by getting your shit together,” Tommy replied. 

“Yeah,” Joel sighed. “I’m workin’ on it.” 

Tommy left and Joel managed to get the shake out of the carpet before heading to Sarah’s room to put her to bed. He read some of the book they were working on aloud and tucked her in before going to take a shower himself. 

Not that he needed one. He’d taken a shower just before getting ready for the date, it had only been a few hours. 

But he needed privacy. He needed to know that his daughter wasn’t going to overhear anything or come wandering in at an inopportune moment. 

The shower helped. 

He couldn’t wait for Sarah to fall asleep. It was like that picture was burned into his fucking retinas, he needed to get it out of his system now. He needed to get you out of his system. 

For now, he’d settle for the picture. 

It didn’t take much for his cock to be so hard it ached and he palmed it under the flow of hot water, working himself from root to tip. He tried not to think too much about the picture at first. He’d never been supposed to see it, it wasn’t right that he saw you that way. 

But he gave in quickly. He told himself it’d be just this once. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just this once, just to move past it. 

He let himself pretend. Pretend that you’d sent him that picture, pretend that you looked at him all desperate and needy, pretend that he got to take off your clothes every night so he could touch every inch of you. He’d been so caught up in what was happening the one time he was with you, the overwhelming intensity of his first time all tied up with just how badly he’d wanted you for so long, he wasn’t sure how much of you he’d actually touched. Not really. But he wanted it to be all of you. He hoped it was all of you. He pretended that he knew all of you in that way as he worked his cock, hard and fast until he came so hard that it spilled over his hand and onto his shower wall. 

“Fuck,” he panted, leaning against the wall for support as his cock went soft in his hand. 

He needed to fucking get past this. It wasn’t worth blowing up his friendship with you, hadn’t he learned that by now? He had to get his shit together. 

He repeated it like a mantra as he cleaned himself up and toweled off before heading to bed. But he couldn’t sleep, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if you were OK. If there was a chance you were thinking of him like this somehow, too. 

Joel picked up his phone and went to text you for a moment before he decided against it. Maybe space was better. You probably needed some time after he saw that picture. 

Right? 

Instead, he opened Tinder. Maybe he could at lest find a decent option for a one night stand, see if fucking someone else helped get you out of his head. He’d never just fucked someone else when you were anywhere near him, though. Could he even do that now? Did he even want to?

He swiped right on the first few women on the app, not spending much time on their profiles and going off their pictures alone. He swiped left on the next one and was preparing to do a quick swipe when your face was in front of him again. 

It wasn’t the picture that was lodged in his brain. Instead, it was the picture of you at the Tower of London. Your hair was done but a little messy from the wind, a gentle but happy smile on your face. 

He just looked at you for a moment. You’d activated your profile in the short time since you’d left his house. 

You had Tinder now and he should have anticipated this. Of course if you added the app and lived this close you’d appear on his. But that didn’t make him any more prepared for it. 

What the fuck was he supposed to do? 

Did he swipe right on the off chance you did, too? But if you didn’t, he’d have to live with the fact that he knew you didn’t. 

If he swiped left, it could all go away. Be like it never happened, not you looking for someone else, not him stumbling upon that damn photo, none of it. If he swiped left, he could actually try to find someone else. 

His finger hovered over the screen for a moment as he tried to remember exactly what your skin felt like in his hands. 

He swiped left. 

Next Chapter

A/N: I know, these TWO. I love them. They need to figure it out but I love them.

I hope you do, too!

Stuff is going to ramp up a bit soon. Thank you so much for being alone for the ride! I know I haven't been replying to comments reliably lately (I keep posting chapters super late and just going to bed as soon as I post them instead of responding) but please know that every time I get a comment email to my inbox, it makes me smile. So thank you thank you thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me and thank you for caring about this fic. It truly means the world.

Love you!

[appocalipse]

hi I love your writing! could you do eddie taking care of reader after she gets a serious injury? like maybe in the upsidedown?

hi i love u ♥ i think i kinda changed things up a little bit, hope it’s okay ♥ eddie takes care of you (and confesses) after you all come home from the upside down!

"Eddie."

It's the third time you've called him and it's the third time he's ignored it, apparently too intent on rummaging through the contents of an old first-aid kit to say anything in return.

You know he's angry; not that he has the right to be, you think bitterly. You and Eddie Munson have a strange relationship — sometimes you're sure he has feelings for you too, and sometimes he's so completely closed off that he makes you feel like you're no different than any of his other friends. Or worse — like he might think of you as a sister.

He'd flirt with you; then brush it off as a joke. Make it seem like he'd be jealous; then say he felt responsible for you because you were like family to him.

This moment right now is somewhere between those two things — he seems like he's too worried about you not to have any feelings involved, but he also refuses to say anything without scolding you for getting into danger, as a big brother would.

You'd never think of him like a brother. You just never could. Not possible.

Eddie has just cleaned and bandaged a nasty wound on your arm with all the care in the world, all patience and concern. And now he's looking for a band-aid to put on a small cut on your face that might not even need one.

He's taking care of you. There's no other way of saying it.

And yet, Eddie looks awfully angry.

“Eddie,” you try again. You decide to ask the obvious just to see what happens. "Are you mad at me?"

He looks over his shoulder to where you're sitting on the edge of your bed, almost perfectly still as you wait.

"What do you think?" he says, bitterly. Then, just to be clear, he grumbles, “Yes, I am. Very much so."

"I don't understand."

"Clearly."

“No-” he seems to have found a band-aid. You are distracted as he approaches, kneeling between your legs to stand at the proper height and apply the bandage. “I meant…I understand that you were worried about me, but-”

Eddie snorts. "No, you don't understand."

Excuse me?

“I understand, I do!” Now you're the one getting angry. "Do you think I wasn't worried about you?"

"Not like this."

He lifts his arm to position the bandaid over your wound. You grab his hand and lower it less carefully than you normally would.

"Like what?"

Maybe you're a little annoyed too, because, well, you've been in love with him for at least an entire year now, and he has the audacity to believe he cares about you more than you care about him?

Absurd.

His hand tries to free itself from yours, focused on his task. But you are also very determined. Stubbornly so. He doesn't have a chance to place the band-aid because you keep moving away.

When he just bites his lip in annoyance and doesn't respond, you insist, "Why do you think I don't know how you feel, Eddie?"

"Because you don't know what it's like to be in love with you!"

Well, that certainly freezes you in place.

It feels like everything stopped for a moment, that time slowed down for the words to sink in, that your lungs are suddenly filled with concrete, your chest too heavy. You're not sure if you're breathing.

Eddie takes advantage of how you're too stunned to move and puts the band-aid over the small cut on your cheek quickly, holding your chin with careful fingers.

“Fine, there it is,” he scoffs, trying not to flinch under your shocked gaze. "I said it."

“Eddie-”

“No need to say anything,” Eddie guarantees, a little crestfallen. He's still crouched in front of you, but now he can't face you anymore. “I never meant to- I mean, I didn't expect you to say anything. Shit, I wasn't going to say anything. But then we were thrown into an alternate dimension and you had to be a goddamn heroine and I-”

He swallows thickly.

Eddie knows he shouldn't say what he's thinking of saying, knows that's a guarantee of trouble, of pain. Of loss, perhaps. He couldn't blame you if you didn't want to be friends with him anymore after all of this.

But, well, screw it.

He says it anyway.

"-and I love you. I understand if you-”

You'll never know what he was going to say after that, because you cut him off with a kiss — practically throwing yourself on top of him, arms around his neck, tackling him to the ground.

[callsignfate]

Valeria Garza HC.s Pt. 2

(Random HC's again, no particular order, mainly relationship, I would say.)

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

♤ This woman wears boxers. She's wears them 2 ways. She wears tighter ones under her clothes as underwear obviously, and secondly, she will wear looser ones for shorts with nothing under them like they are shorts but going commando.

♤ If she likes you she is less quick to anger when and if you are doing something stupid. If she doesn't like you, she will yell or scream at you so easily. She has a TEMPER.

♤ She is 100% the person to watch you fall or trip and laugh at you. You do it in a funny way to and she will buckle over with her hands on her knees and point at you and laugh hysterically. If she really cares about you she will help you up after she's done laughing.

♤ Will swear at you in Spanish if she's putting bandaids on you, lecturing you for falling or doing whatever got you hurt. She cares but she's frustrated about it.

♤ This is probably obvious but she SWEARS. Under her breath, out loud, Spanish, English, anything. Frustrated? Swearing. Laughing at you? She will call you a 'fucking idiot' in the most loving way possible.

♤ Does she drink? Yes. She drinks anything she likes straight over ice. She 100% believes that's the only way to drink. She won't tell make fun of the way other people drink unless they start it.

♤ She doesn't play games, but if you sit next to her she will look over your shoulder to watch you while she asks a million questions about what you are doing and the game. Once she gets it though? She will start telling you what to do and where to go. "NO NO go LEFT."

♤ Valeria is somehow effortlessly good at most things. You wanna try tennis? She's wearing her normal clothes and will best your ass in it without breaking a sweat. Has she played tennis before? No. But she beat your ass.

♤ She doesn't wear hugely feminine clothes. Dresses? No. Skirts? Fuck no. The most feminine thing she owns are bras and they are bland. Skin color or black that's IT.

♤ She is confident and secure with herself. I mean why shouldn't she be? Every woman and man she's ever wanted she got. She's good at flirting and she's beautiful and she knows it.

♤ Valeria isn't an animal person, I don't see her liking cats because they remind her too much of her own stubborn self. Dogs? To dependent on her for attention, she's too busy to train and deal with a dog or a cat.

♤ She loves cold and foggy days, finds them more beautiful then hot sunny days. She loves traveling to somewhere where the whole place is trees with brightly colored leaves. She likes summer don't get me wrong, but she loves the look of fall.

♤ She has a love hate relationship with beaches, loves laying in the sun, hates sand. She hates sand with a passion.

♤ Valeria has issues with arguing, like she has been in relationships before and they all turned out terribly in different ways. She hates arguing but she also is stubborn and struggles to see things not in her own view. She will try to change this but sometimes she's trying her best and she just wants to keep you safe.

♤ Valeria is a slight heath nut, I'm not saying she's vegan or anything but she 1000% makes sure to eat greens. She does drink hot coffee, sodas, energy drinks, ect. She also drinks water bottles with the little single packets of electrolyte mix in them.

♤ I feel like Valeria may own a cartel and houses, cars, etc. To run said cartel, but she barely owns anything herself. Where she lives? Decorated with fake plants to make it feel lived in but no personal things she collects. She has a beautiful place to live, but it feels like a showhouse, clean and decorated nicely, but after that, it's just how she had someone else decorate it for her.

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

[thoutisashark]

WOAHHHHHHH

I just saw your writing

YOU'RE SO COOL!!

YOUR WRITING IS SO COOL!!

SO I'M REQUESTING!

Could u also do accidental courtship for the Diasomnia boys too?

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

Especially Lilia, pls!

yes of course :)

Accidental Courtship PT2

part 1 was about the beast-men and merfolk

this part will be about the Fae and Diasomnia dorm

this is part 1

this took so long to type becuase im not able to use my pointer finger, i tore my nail in half and have to wear a bandaid that limits the mobility of my finger.

sorry this took so long, and that its been a long time since i published anything, ive been pretty busy

ALSO Im aware that Silver and Sebek aren't Fae, BUT im just having fun, and i feel like because they are always around fae they would pick up on the habits and culture

so this part will contain......

Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, i cant write silver im sorry :(

so merfolk were stones

beast men was licking/grooming

so the Fae and Diasomnia boys can be... biting? idk like vampires lol.

Malleus:

your gorgeous, handsome, hoy, pretty, socially awkward boyfriend was a Fae, when you first started dating he asked you how much you knew about the Fae, you told him the stories and myths, about how the Fae are mischievous, and lots of times evil, stealing names and lives, he was shocked, and he told you about real Fae culture, he was mostly telling you about holidays, celebrations, and way of life, he conveniently forgot to mention the fact that biting (a common form of cute aggression and a love language) was a proposal of marriage in Fae tradition.

You burst into your boyfriends room, slamming the door shut behind you, he was sitting a dark green fancy chair reading, he looked up at you and smiled, he set his book down and patted his lap, you sprinted over, jumping and launching yourself at him, the energy was unexpected but he was able to catch you easily, you sat on his lap and hugged him, your face nuzzled into his neck

"are you ok my love? you seem... ecstatic"

you told him about your day and how you saw the cutest cat, and how you wanted to adopt it

"i shall get you a cat if you wish" he responded, a look of determination dawned his features

you laughed at his response, you called him cute before biting on his neck gentlely

he stopped breathing for a moment, looking at you in shock "is that all i had to do? offer to get you a cat? we've been together for a a little less than a year, are you sure? im exited, i truly am, but i feel it is to early on for us to marry"

you looked up at him confussed and asked what he was talking about

"r-remember? when i told you about our fae traditions? biting is a proposal?- oh i didnt tell you that part?" he chuckles softly, he brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead softly "sorry you dear, i got the wrong idea about your intentions, but... even so, don't be suprised if i bite you back on day"

Sebek:

you were in the ramshackle dorm, reading a book you had borrowed from the library, you didn't realize at the time but it was due yesterday, meaning you had an overdue library book, and your boyfriend, for some reason, liked to memorize the due date of your books, homework, assignments, etc. so he could make sure you got everything done on time.

there was a firm knock on the door, you called for them to enter and Sebek walked in, he looked at the book in your hands before frowning at you

"wasn't that book due yesterday" he asked, crossing his arms stepping closer to you

"was it?" you responded checking the stamp at the front "hm well damn, it was" you laughed slighly at your mistake

Sebek however, didnt find this funny, he snatched your book away turning around "im returning this"

"im not done reading it though" you jumped onto his back and reached for the book, he stumbled a bit before regaining his balance, he extanded his arm, furthering the book from your grasp, you bit down on his shoulder.

he spun around, forget you were on his back and not on the ground, causing you to almost get flung off, you instintuly bit diown harder, drawing a slight whimper from Sebek "y-y/n, i-i cant, we are so young, a-and you havent met my family, andiloveyoubutimnotreadyformarriage (i love you but im not ready for marriage)

you let go of him, looking at him confused "tf you mean marriage? are you high?"

"y-you bite me! for the Fae's thats a proposal"

"...oh"

"..."

"you aren't a Fae though?"

"oh.... right"

"DID YOU FORGET?" you burst out laughing

Lilia:

he assumed you didn't know Fae customs, your a human from another world, however, when he felt you teeth scrape against his neck he forgot all of that, he was on one knee in a fucking instant

"you want to marry me hmm? you young people and your forwardness" he seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was melting, he loved you more than words could ever describe,. when he saw you confused expression his heart sank, his smirk wavered for a moment before returning, weaker than before,

"ah I suppose you dont know, for Fae, you just asked me to marry you" he watched as your face heated up, flushing with red, he patted your head as you apologized for the mix up. he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on your neck, he kissed you softly, before opening his mouth and pressing his small, but sharp fangs against your skin, he bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you flinch

"wether you say yes or not is up to you, but the offer is always there" before you could say anything he was gone

sorry that lilias was short, im not the best at writing him...

hope you enjoyed!

requests are open!

[sev-life]

Snape is Harry's guardian

Petunia opened the door in the middle of the night to see her nephew in her front step. She wanted nothing to do with her show off sister and cut contact three years ago with reason. Her hands were full with Dudley and the Lord knew her parents never loved her as much as Harry. But she didn't know what to do with the freakish child. Not until Vernon was turning the paper and she caught the article of Tobias Snape's prison sentence. A freak with the biggest freak she knew. That would work.

Severus was woken up by loud pounding at the door and groaned through his hangover. But he dragged himself off the floor, half dead. And there was Harry freaking Potter on his dead grass. "Shit."

Harry was screaming at the top of his lungs, freezing cold and in need of a diaper change, screaming for mummy and daddy and the little tot was starving. "Oh fuck it all. Come here," he nearly puked at the stench and picked up the boy bringing him inside where at least he could warm up. One transfigured diaper and a sink bath later, Harry was now in one of his shirts. "What can you eat? Can you eat? I don't have formula." The toddler only started crying again, "You're about as helpful as your father. But at least you are cuter."

He found some apple sauce that was only a week past its expiration and fed the boy with a spoon too big for him and he picked up the corded phone and dialed the fire department.

"Hey. Um, someone left a kid on my door and I don't know what to do?"

"Do you know the child? How old are they?"

"Barely. Umm, he's my ex best friend's kid and her and her husband died two nights ago. I don't know why he's here. He's like ummm... A year and a few months?"

"Were you listed as a guardian? Did a social worker bring him?"

"No for both. There was a loud banging and then baby in the yard and I'm hungover and I don't have diapers. Harry keeps crying but I don't have toys."

"We've sent an Officer to the location your number is registered at. Is Harry injured?"

"Yes. Um, his forehead, has a cut on it. I cleaned that though. Put a bandaid on." Severus gave him another spoonful of the apple sauce from a jar.

"You did the right thing in calling us, help is coming soon." Severus thanked the man and hung up, still feeding Harry because he didn't seem like he wanted to be done eating.

Paperwork and statements and a doctor's visit left Severus holding Harry and a social worker setting out some papers, "You do have options here. The next guardian would be a Sirius Black, just arrested for murder so we can't have that. Mr. Harry can go into the foster system, or you can take temporary guardianship since you were trusted with him, even if you don't know why."

"I'll keep you for Lily," he looked at the green eyes, "So what now?"

It was another few hours before Severus left with the toddler, a bag of supplies, and a social services appointment for the next week. But he swore to protect the little guy napping on his shoulder, even if he did look too much like James Potter.

[4law]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

pairings : donquixote rosinante, bellamy, kirishima eijiro, ippo makunouchi, trafalgar law x reader

info : 3,000 word count. pure fluff + sfw. reblogs are appreciated! apologies for the mixed fandoms :’)

completed requests : one & two. thank you <3

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 / 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 :

he lets you practice eyeliner on him.

content : soft cora, mention of him catching fire ?

you’re seated comfortably on corazon’s lap, thighs straddling his own as you hold your eyeliner between your teeth, hands cupping his cheeks to map out the look you’re picturing on him.

“you’re so pretty, cora,” you murmur, thumbs gently rubbing against his skin. his eyes widen slightly, a faint blush rising to his face. “….pretty? me?” his voice is laced with surprise.

after all, no matter how many times you remind him, there’s not a single chance he’ll ever get used to it. he gives you the same little reaction each time it comes up, shocked eyes staring into yours with a subtle pink dusting his cheeks.

“yes, you.” you nod in response, hand holding his face gently as you bring your other to his eyes. “close your eyes though.”

his eyes flutter shut with a gentle hum, allowing you to glide the liner across his lid as you pictured in your head.

he doesn’t flinch from the feeling of the ink. instead, he finds himself leaning into your touch. he likes how soft your hands are against his skin, and he likes the gentle way you do his makeup. in fact, corazon thinks he should ask you to do this more often.

the sound of your voice catches his attention again. “your skin is so clear too,” you say to yourself. “i wonder how though, with all the smoke it gets caught up in. you’re always so clumsy..”

a soft chuckle slips out in response, his lips tugging into a warm grin— a genuine one that he only shows around you.

now that he thinks about it, it wouldn’t be bad to be lectured by the love of his life— but only because he’s so addicted to the sound of you. in fact, maybe he loves that he’s so clumsy.

if it makes you laugh and grab his hand to tug him along, reminding him for the third time that day to be careful, then he’s perfectly fine with catching fire more often than he already does.

it’d be fine as long as it meant he could be close to you like this and hear your angelic voice again and again. he’d never grow tired of listening to you.

“i’m finished,” you beam, both hands cupping his face excitedly to you gaze at your work. he’s so pretty— just about any graphic liner you could imagine would look good on him.

“well—how do i look?” his fingers come up to flash a cheesy peace sign as his smile widens. “still pretty to you?”

he doesn’t know exactly what he was expecting when he asked a question he already knew the answer too, but cora easily melts into your touch as you let your fingertips gently trace down his cheeks before humming in reply.

“mhm. always pretty.”

he sucks in a breath, heat immediately returning to his cheeks. even if you’re the one calling him pretty, corazon thinks you’re the most beautiful to him. the way you are now, smiling and looking at him like he’s everything to you— he couldn’t ask for anything more.

“come here,” he smiles, “it’s my turn to do yours.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘

he wants you to be the one to tend to his injuries, and is willing to be very a little soft if it makes you happy.

content : flustered (and slightly vulnerable / insecure) bellamy, cuddling + sleeping !

“bellamy?”

the sweet sound of your voice catches his attention in a split second, pulling him out of his trance. you’re seated in front of him on the floor, face filled with worry as you get a closer look at his bandaged body.

“ah— your bandaid is coming off! let me help.”

bellamy jerks his head to the side, mentally cursing at himself for the way heat immediately rushes to his head at the sight of you caring so much. he definitely didn’t plan on looking so soft in front of you right off the bat. in fact, why are you so worried about the bandaid on his forehead anyways? it’s nothing you need to worry about.

“stay still, okay?” you coo, softly giggling when you catch a glimpse of the red dusting the tips of his ears. he grinds his teeth to fight the furious blush overtaking him, but freezes when you lean forward, even closer to him.

bellamy can feel his breath hitch in his throat when your thumbs slowly slide over the edges of his bandaid, sticking it back onto his forehead. “there. you’re all better now,” you say with a smile. “that didn’t hurt, did it?”

he really loves you because you’re like this. you’re always gentle with him, fingertips barely ghosting over his wide chest, looking up at him with so much concern in your eyes. is he really worth worrying over? he doesn’t want to make you sad like this. he’ll be fine. in fact, he wants to be the one taking care of you.

your eyes widen when you see the corners of his lips tug into a comedic pout, a face you never dreamed bellamy could even make. it’s because he doesn’t know what to do, or where to start. how did he end up with such a beautiful person tending to his injuries like this? what did he do to deserve it in the first place?

“are you embarrassed, bellamy?” you giggle, and he clicks his tongue loudly.

“no— you can go home now!” his voice is the same as always, not a hint of venom laced in his words, and the deepening flush of red across his cheeks only makes him that much cuter.

you gently cup his cheeks again with your smaller hands, smiling when he averts eye contact in attempt to dissipate the overbearing blush on his face. “i’m happy you’re okay,” you say.

“i— i don’t need your concern,” he grunts, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he glares at the floor beside you.

his eyes flicker back to yours when he notices the way your figure slumps a little, happy expression flattering for a second as you look at him. “hey…bellamy?”

he responds with a simple grunt, eyes focused on you. did he make you sad?

“‘s it okay if you hold me tonight?”

your voice comes out a little shakier than you expected, not like your usual self. you must have been really worried, he thinks, and his heart swells at the thought that the first thing you’d want is to be cuddled by a brute.

he clicks his tongue loudly, a stark contrast to the gentle way he pulls you into his chest, big arms wrapping around your body as he holds you flat against himself. “don’t say anything.”

“just…go to sleep already.”

the furious blush he thought faded rushes back to his face when you look up at him with a huge smile, your arms trying to wrap around as much as him as you can before nestling your head in his chest. “i love you, bellamy. im really glad you’re okay.”

“you shouldn’t get into such scary situations anymore.”

his embrace around you tightens slightly. he doesn’t want to worry you anymore. bellamy was sure of it— he wants to see that smile of yours more often. he wants to be the one taking care of you instead, and he was planning on making you smile like that for him more often.

“i won’t.” he responds flatly, but he truly means it from the bottom of his heart.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

he’s happy to spend time with you, even when you’re having a bad day and might not be the best company.

content : upset reader, kiri good at comfort, cuddles

“kiri, i’m in a bad mood.”

it comes out harsher than you had expected, but a warning nevertheless— a single sentence implying that he should leave before you accidentally hurt his feelings and feel even worse, but his smile doesn’t falter in the slightest. “that much is clear,” he says with a light chuckle, “you okay if i stay here though?”

you hug your legs closer to your body. “why would you wanna sit here when i’m mad?”

he looks at you the same way he always does, eyes only holding love in them, not a trace of any other emotion, as soon as they lock with yours. his gaze shifts to the side as he hums slowly, as if you’ve just asked him the weirdest question he’s ever heard. “well…today’s our date night, isn’t it? we’re supposed to do something fun.”

“you’re not gonna have fun next to me today,” you mutter under your breath. you feel bad, to say the least, bringing down the mood when your boyfriend seems to be so cheerful, but you can’t really help it. that’s why you told him you were in a bad mood after all.

he doesn’t respond to this, eagerly waiting for you to respond to his earlier question. with a grumble, you finally look at him.

“fine— you can stay.”

it doesn’t even take him a second for his lips to tug into a warm smile, pulling you up onto his lap as you squeal in response. his strong arms are wrapped snugly around your waist, gently rocking you side to side on the bed. “w-what are you doing?” you stammer.

he looks so happy, like he’s been waiting to be close to you like this for the entire day. “spending time with the love of my life,” he responds easily, head tucked into the crook of your neck as he sighs into it. “it’s not so bad, isn’t it?”

he knows you too well, and doesn’t miss the way you’re practically melting into his touch. on another day, you’d be the one to regularly initiate something like this, running up to him and hugging him with all your might.

that’s why he knows he can help you. he can lift your mood a little, and he’s overjoyed at that fact alone. he’s a pro-hero after all, it’s his job— but it doesn’t feel anything like a job, especially when it comes to helping you. it’s natural. it comes easily.

“you comfy?” he asks, smiling at the way your face is smooshed against his chest.

“‘m comfy.”

your voice is slightly muffled with the way you’re talking into his shirt, but he tightens his embrace around your figure anyways. “okay, that’s good.”

his mood never seems to be ruined by your own, you’ve noticed. kirishima has such a gentle heart, but you’ve never seen his smile falter when you’re upset. even when you have a rough day and don’t have the energy to return his warm embraces, he’ll hug you with a huge grin across his face anyways.

“why’re you so happy to be here?” you wonder aloud. “and i thought you were gonna go to the gym with bakugo.”

he hums in response before a nervous chuckle escapes his lips. “ah well— if i’m being honest, i missed you. it’s okay that you’re busy. i just wanted to do something for you.”

he averts his gaze to the side, rubbing circles into your back. and when you don’t respond, he continues. “i told bakugo that i was gonna stay with you tonight. i thought maybe i could cheer you up a bit, you know? you’ve been stressed.”

you pull back from his embrace to look at him, your lips slightly parted in surprise. “kiri— that’s really sweet..”

his grin widens just a bit, a gentle blush rising to his cheeks as he quickly shakes his head. “nah, i like being with you.”

“even if you’re mad,” he adds.

kirishima’s body seems to relax further into the mattress when you finally return his embrace, melting into him as he gentle rubs your back. “i love you, eiji.” you say with a smile.

“yeah? i love you even more.”

𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈

he looks forward to your cheers at every boxing match.

content : reader is called his cheerleader

ippo’s eyes desperately scan the crowd as he enters the ring. it doesn’t take him long to notice that you’re not in your usual spot, the top left of his side of the ring. he looks around the audience, loud cheers drowned out by his urgency to just have one glimpse of you.

where were you?

he isn’t used to fighting without you cheering him on. it’s your smile and support that prepares him best for his matches— he just wants to see you jumping up and down when he gets a good hit in. it’s not the same without you, the audience doesn’t feel as warm.

the barely audible call of his name doesn’t go unnoticed by the nervous boxer. he cranks his head to the right in one swift movement, eyes squinting until he finally sees you. you’re definitely not in your normal spot, but you’re standing closer to him, a lot closer to the ring.

the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you is adorable, you think. he lets out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding, looking up at you with a cheery grin.

“i’ll win!” he mouths to you, hand coming up to nervously scratch the back of his head when you give him a little thumbs up in response. you’re always excited to watch him, well aware that ippo hasn’t lost a single match since you’ve started attending them.

he’s not quite sure if it’s because of the way he wants to make you happy by winning, or the way he absolutely does not want to see the worried look on your face if he loses, but regardless, he’s just happy you’re here. the reason isn’t worth him thinking about— you just happened to be his love and his favorite cheerleader at the same time.

and now that you’re up close, with such a clear view of his match, he was gonna do better than ever.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

he lets you take care of him when he’s sick.

content : stubborn law, kiss to his temple

“uh oh. is your fever rising?”

your fearsome captain shakes his head violently— as violently as one can with a fever of 104°F. his body nervously freezes in place when you narrow your eyes at him.

“i’m gonna check your temperature.”

“you don’t have to do that!” he retorts, immediately followed by a loud set of coughs.

his jaw is clenched when you place a cold hand on his forehead, scooting closer towards him to get a better feel for his temperature. “it’s hot, but i have no idea what your temperature is,” you admit with a small laugh.

“why aren’t you using a thermometer?” he sighs, pressing the back of his hand against his own forehead to check. doctor or not, he’s not sure if the sudden rise in temperature is because of his fever, or if it’s because you’re so damn close to him.

“law! raise your arm!”

he lifts his arm with an angry scowl, unknowingly giving you a perfect view of his muscles as you take his temperature. he’s sweating through his tank top, cloth sticking tightly to his chest as he breathed heavily.

“this position is embarrassing,” he grunts, eyeing the way you’re holding the thermometer in his armpit with pure disdain, but you ignore him anyways.

“i knew it. you have a pretty high fever, captain.”

“i could already tell!” he retorts, placing the thermometer on the table beside him. your curious hum catches his attention again. “captain?”

“what is it now?”

you press a gentle kiss into his temple, laughing at the noise of surprise he chokes out. “just a feel better kiss!” you assure him, eyes locked on the deepening blush across his face that he’s desperately fighting.

“stop that!” law flips over dramatically, blanket tossed over himself to cover the flushed tips of ears. you were going to be the death of him, he thinks. he’s a doctor, he doesn’t need you— of all people, to check his temperature.

he’s scowling under the sheets, unsure if he’s mad at the dry feeling in his throat or the persistent butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. lucky for him, he doesn’t have time to think about it anyways, because the sudden dip of his mattress grabs his attention once again.

law quickly flips back around, only to find you uncomfortably seated on the wooden floor, resting your head on his bed as your eyes flutter shut for a quick nap.

“hey— hey. listen.” he says, hand coming to tap your shoulder, but he decides pulls it back before he touches you— he doesn’t want to get you sick after all. he wants to keep you healthy, even if he can clearly tell that you don’t give a damn about that right now. “you can’t sleep there. it’s not comfortable.”

you open an eye, cheek still resting on the plush mattress. “huh? are you inviting me to sleep with you?”

“no, i’m sick— you have to stay away! why are you even here without a mask?”

“i wanna stay. i love you, law,” you say with a smile, giggling at the way he flushes even further.

“you never listen to me. you’re going to get sick,” he grunts angrily, but the gentle hand coming to rest on top of yours says otherwise.

with a sigh, he slumps back against his pillows in defeat. “go to sleep already.” his eyes close, finally deciding to get some well deserved rest.

unfortunately for him— it’s eerily quiet, and he grows uncomfortable with your silence quickly. deciding to open an eye to take a quick glance at you, regret fills his mind immediately, face bursting into yet another blush when he sees you.

your head is gently rested on top of his tattooed hand, innocently peering up at him through your lashes as you give him a small smile.

“don’t make that face!”

you don’t even have a chance to reply before part of his blanket is thrown across your face.

[the-ninjago-historian]

Ninjago Remastered Designs!

THEY'RE DONE! After months of work!!! They are DOOOOOOOOOOONE. WOOOOOOOOOOO! Lol! Welp, these are my Ninjago designs! Basically, this is my take on the Ninja if they were in a 2d animated cartoon! And yes! I will be drawing more characters. Tumblr butchered the quality, so close ups and design notes are below the cut. They're pretty detailed, so I highly recommend checking them out. Feel free to ask questions about the designs! ⬇️⬇️⬇️ - ✒️🐉

When designing these outfits, I tried to take inspiration from the ones in the show. And in terms of art style, drew inspiration from early 2000s cartoons, (Action Adventure ones specifically,) Anime inspired shows, and even a hint of traditional Disney animation. And while I designed them with a 2d cartoon in mind, most of the designs would most likely have to be simplified for them to be used in animation. So let's get started!

Kai: Kai was a pretty fun to work with. I actually didn't plan on giving him a sleeveless outfit. But it happened! And I like it! If you'll notice, the flame pattern on his vest mirrors the pattern on his sister Nya's outfit. I thought that would be a cool detail to include. It was inspired by their March of The Oni outfits. I also made sure to include his scar and bandaid. And gave him reddish brown eyes to signify his elemental power. Him and sister I imagine being Brazilian/Taiwanese. So I hope I captured their ethnicity properly. I'm pretty happy with this design. Especially his hair, which was hard to replicate.

Jay: Jay was a hard one for sure. I wasn't too sure how to vamp up his outfit. So I started by giving him some lightning patterns on his Gi. (At least I think that's what it's called?) And I decided to make it look a little baggy and soft. It just seemed to suit him. I tried something a little more form fitting and didn't look right. Also! A fun detail I included was his half the Yin Yang pendent around his neck! And of course Nya has her half. I imagine him having Irish ancestry, so I gave him pale, freckled skin. And gorgeous curly red hair. (As a fellow red head, I'm very proud.) Overall, I think he turned out pretty adorable. And his face is spot on.

Nya: Nya I pretty much got right on the first try! I just had a really clear vision of her in my head. I gave her a grey outfit with bright, vibrant blue details. The pattern on her Gi is inspired by Koi Scales. And she has her half of the Yin Yang pendent around her neck. I really like this one, because while it is simple, it's beautiful. And I think it reflects her element nicely. The only thing I missed was to give her a symbol like the rest. But overall, I love it! One more thing is that I wanted to give her and Pixal different hair. So when I finally release my Pixal design, you'll see that while they both have ponytails, I gave them different cut and styled ones. Should be neat!

Zane: Zane was the first one of the Ninjas I redesigned! I love how he turned out. I tried to give him a splintered ice effect on his outfit inspired by his Core minifigure and gave him his faithful falcon companion. Falcon has his old greyish purple feathers, but blue icy eyes to match his owner. I also wanted to give Zane flowing sleeves, that would look very majestic waving about in a blizzard wind. He is also incredibly tall. Taller than Cole even! I was inspired by the giant humanoid robots I'd seen in movies. In his cloaking disguise, I imagine him looking German. With blond hair, blue eyes, and light skin. I also like to think Dr Julian was German. (Was this influenced by my German ancestry? Who knows?)

Cole: You would not believe how many times I had to redraw this man's face. Haha! I just could find that sweet spot! That face that perfectly encapsulated his strong, but gentle personality. But I think I did it! His outfit is based on his Oni Trilogy Gi, with orange detailing. And he has his Island ponytail and bandana. I absolutely loved that hair style on him. So I had to use it! And if you'll notice, he has a beautiful tattoo on his right arm, with his symbol in the center. I imagine him being half Maori, from his mother's side. And the tattoo was inspired by Maori tattoos I saw pictures of. I'm not too sure how accurate those images were. But hopefully I hit the mark.

Lloyd: Finally! Our green Ninja Lloyd! His outfit was inspired by two things. Dragons, and his outfit from the Secrets of Forbidden Spinjitsu seasons. I gave him a beautiful golden dragon and cloud pattern on his clothes, a leather arm guard, and shoulder pads. If you look closer, you'll also see he has cat-like dragon eyes which pays homage to his dragon and Oni heritage. I like to think that depending on his emotions, his eyes will go from slits, to big and wide. So they are good indicators for his mood. I also imagine him being Japanese. But his powers give him his classic blond hair and green eyes. I'm very happy with this design. His hair, eyes, and face all look exactly how I see him in my head.

Well, that's all. I hope you enjoyed these designs and notes! I assure you, you will see more of the them.

Bye! - ✒️🐉

[nilolol30]

hi hi hi!! can I request a mei x fem!reader where the reader is v oblivious to Mei’s advances :D (im also the person who requested the fem!redsontwin Drabble so I wouldn’t mind if the fem reader is the same twin from before) you can make this a head cannon or a Drabble whichever you prefer :))) Have a good night !! :D

Ohhoho I decided to do the Redson twin bit since it's a lil funny, also sorry this took so long been a little busy.

You both met in battle of course.

Redson was fighting the Mk and Mei showed up to help him but you quickly joined to make it a fair fight.

Mei honestly didn't know Red had a sibling so it caught her off guard but you two were tied she even managed to avoid the winds you throw at her.

At first you two fought regularly then slowly you both just argued then you started hanging out bonding about your own interests it took awhile to get there though for awhile it was just on sight fighting.

At first Redson just thought you two were still battling eachother regularly he has his vendetta against the noodleboy you have yours with the dragon horse girl.

You both have a lot of fun clashing your powers together though.

When Mei eventually told Mk she likes you he was all in on being her wingman and certified teaser.

Mei is pretty obvious she probably doesn't like sugar coating stuff so when you don't get the hint everyone was surprised.

Everyone eventually knew Mei's liking to you even your brother Redson who may have not liked it it wasn't his place to push you away from your feelings.

Yes he knew you liked her too but you didn't want to ruin your friendship or make things uncomfortable.

He once saw a bull clone nearly facepalm when you were venting to it.

He begrudgingly informed Mk that you do infact like Mei you were just being "an idiot coward" he obviously didn't mean the whole thing he wanted to explain what's happening to not have too much miscommunication.

At one dinner with your family your brother eventually just ripped the bandaid and told you the dragon girl liked you much to your mothers dismay (she just enjoyed how funny it was) but it did make her laugh when you paused to process Redson's words.

Mei was a little surprised when you suddenly visited her house telling her you feel the same way while apologizing for not realizing.

Mei sits you down and tells you that you shouldn't apologize it just happens and you both discuss your relationships and boundaries.

MK is pretty happy you two got together! He totally thinks it's because he's such a amazing wingman buut Mei let's him believe.

Sometimes when Mei flirts it still goes over your head so she has to explain it then you get flustered which makes her laugh so it's not bad.

[denaliwrites]

Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You expect coming out to Alec to be... well, to put it mildly, rather bad. But it goes... some kinda way instead.

Soundtrack: Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Coming out. Reference to age difference. Anxiety.

Alec was of an older generation than you -- one that was not particularly well known for its acceptance of the LGBTQIA+. Because of this, you held your truest self close to your chest and refused to even for a moment let your innermost workings be revealed.

But that was no way to live. It ate away at you, and you lived every moment in fear of him discovering your deepest, (seemingly) darkest secret. You wanted to be able to breathe again. You wanted to live your life authentically, even if it meant losing the man you loved.

So one day you steeled yourself up and you went for it.

"Alec, I have something to tell you," you said quietly, but you knew it'd get his attention anyway.

He tore his eyes from his paperwork, taking you in. You could tell that he saw immediately all the signs that you were anxious. You were pale, there was a tremor in your flexing hands, and your breathing was uneven. Ragged.

"What is it, darlin'?" he asked softly, and you whimpered in response. He immediately got up from his desk and came to encircle you in his arms, placing a series of delicate kisses along your temple and forehead.

"It's..." You took a deep breath. It was best to just rip the bandaid off, right? Get it all over and done in one go? "I--I'm bisexual, Alec."

He pulled back to look in your eyes, though it was broken up by the, by your count, ten rapid blinks. "Which one's that?" he asked, genuinely.

"I, erm..." You swallowed, wondering how to word it for him. "I... I like guys. Like you. But I like women too. And. And all the people in between. Or outside."

You expected a myriad of reactions. Denial, sexualization, normal acceptance, accusations of cheating, disgust. You were decidedly not expecting the reaction you got instead.

"So that day, before we got together, when you were talking to Suzette down the lane. You were flirting."

You stammered for a moment, eyes wide. "Well -- I -- Alec, I'd never cheat --"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't," he reassured you. "I'm just wondering why the fuck you're with me when ye could be with that -- frankly, stunning -- woman instead."

You stared wide-eyed for a moment, your breaths still a little off-kilter from the anxiety you'd been experiencing the whole day. But, after a moment of processing, you broke out into a wild fit of giggles.

You heard his much softer chuckle emanating from beside you and looked up into his eyes, still grinning. "That's your takeaway? That's what your biggest concern is right now?"

"Well," he started, tossing his head back in a shrug. "She is gorgeous."

[gunilslaugh]

How do you write these stories so quick and still have them be sooooo good!?!?! Oml. Thanks for all your hard work!

What would the XDH boys' reactions be to you getting injured? Minor or more serious, doesn't matter.

Thanks again! Have a good day!

Thank you so much. I'm so glad that people think that my work is good and enjoy them because I never really expected that. I hope that you have a good day too! :)

All members  ;^~^;

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you getting injured.

WC:1.5k

Warning:grammar, mentions of injuries 

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

•So worried, wouldn’t let you do anything.

When Gunil arrived at your shared apartment to discover you sitting on the couch with one leg elevated on a pillow, ice on your ankle, he quickly rushed to your side.

“Are you ok? What happened?” He questioned all panic.

“It’s just a slight sprain, nothing serious. I just need to rest it and ice it,” you explained to him.

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll do it for you,” he told you.

“Gunil it’s not that-” you began to speak.

“Shush, shush, I’ll do it for you. You just stay put,” Gunil cut you off. If you're thirsty he’s rushing yo grab you a drink. The remote is just a hair out of arm's length? He scolds you for stretching “too” far to reach it. When you try to reason that it’s your ankle that’s hurt not your arms, he doesn't care claiming you shouldn’t add any more stress to your body. Of course you appreciate that he cares so much, but it was a little suffocating. You drew the line when he tried to carry you to the bathroom though.

“Gunil you can’t carry me to the bathroom,” you put your foot down,

“But I’ll just-” he tried to reason.

“I said no,” you sternly told him while pointing your finger. He sighed in defeat, but still watched you like a hawk as you limped your way to the bathroom.

Jungsu

•Mother mode activated, scolds you before taking care of you.

You and Jungsu were preparing dinner when you accidentally cut your finger with a knife while cutting vegetables. Hissing in pain you brought your finger closer to your eyes to examine the small cut.

“Did you cut yourself?” Jungsu asked, his voice laced with concern. 

“It’s fine, it's just a small cut,” you informed him about to carry on with your work.

“Let me see,” he said, taking your injured finger into his hands. He sees the little amount of blood coming from the cut and grabs a tissue wrapping it around your finger. “This is why I told you to be careful. Sharp things are dangerous,” he murmured some other words after that, but you couldn’t hear what they were. “Hold this,” he ordered before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you holding your now wrapped injured finger. Jungsu returned with a bandaid and an alcohol wipe. He disinfected your cut before putting the bandaid on.

“You forgot something,” you told him as he was about to return to cooking.

“What?” he looked at you confused.

“Kiss it better,” you stuck out your bandaid dressed finger towards him. He lets out a scoffy laugh at your remark.

“What are you a child?” He teases you.

“Says the one who just scolded me like a mother,” you teased him back. He walks back over to you delicately lifting your finger to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on it.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yes, all better thank you,” you gleefully say. 

Gaon/Jiseok

•Confused baby, doesn’t know what to do at first.

Strolling around at night was one of yours and Jiseok’s favorite activities. This stroll was gonna have to be cut short after you tripped over your own foot and skinned your knee. At first Jiseok only laughed at you thinking that you simply fell at that was it. When you stayed on the ground just a moment too long he knew that something was wrong.

“Are you ok?” he asked, kneeling down to help you stand up.

“Yeah I just hurt my knee a bit,” you say, looking down towards your knee. Your pants are ripped and there’s a little red stain.

“You’re bleeding,” Jiseok noted as his mind went blank. He should do something but what? He spent a few moments thinking before it hit him. A bandaid you needed a bandaid. He insisted on giving you a piggyback ride as you guys walked to the nearest convenient store. Once he bought disinfectant and a box of bandaids he had you sit down on the curb as he dressed your wound. He apologized when you jerked away as he applied the disinfectant. Gently blowing on your wound to help with the stinging. Afterwards he carefully put the bandaid on and gently patted your knee once he finished.

“So what are my odds doc?” you joked Jiseok laughed before responding.

“It was a pretty fatal accident, but I patched you up well, so you’ll live this time,” Jiseok said, helping you stand back up.

O.de/Seungmin

•Concerned, but doesn’t want to be over the top about it

As soon as you walked into the studio Seungmin immediately noticed the wrist brace that you were wearing. 

“What happened?” he interrogated, grabbing your forearm to better investigate your wrist that was covered by the brace.

“Well hello to you too,” you said, removing your arm from his hold.

“Sorry. Hello darling. Now what happened to your wrist?” Seungmin questioned you again.

“I sprained it helping my friend move furniture, but it’s not bad I only have to wear the brace for a few weeks,” you illuminated. Seungmin pouted, staring at your wrist. At first he wanted to scold you for not being more careful, but accidents happen and scolding you wouldn’t fix your wrist either.

“How dare that furniture hurt my baby,” is what he says instead as he pulls you to sit on his lap. Then wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s ok we were getting rid of the furniture that hurt me anyway, so it will be dead soon,” you informed him.

“Good,” Seungmin simply states. He’ll do little things for you while your wrist is healing. Open your drinks, open doors for you (not like he didn’t already do that), won’t let you carry any bags in that hand and other things to stop you from using your injured wrist so much. Won’t suffocate you like Gunil, but still do everything that you’ll allow him to do.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

•Be more mindful of you.

A picture frame fell off your wall a few days ago. You thought that you had cleaned up all of the glass shards, but apparently not.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed as you and Hyeongjun were walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

“Are you alright?” Hyeongjun immediately asked, looking you up and down.

“Yeah I just stepped on something,” you replied.

“Let me see,” he said. First he helped you sit down on the floor then he moved to examine your foot. That’s when he saw the small piece of glass. “You step on a piece of glass,” he informed you. Hyeongjun went to get your first aid kit that you kept in your bathroom. Once he returned he carefully removed the piece of glass and bandaged your foot. The rest of the day he tried to keep you off of that foot as much as possible. 

Even over the next few days he'll be mindful of your injured foot. If you were walking he’d stand on your injured side and wrap his arm around your waist to offer you more support. Hyeonjun would even rest your foot on his when you were sitting side by side. You’re unsure if it really does anything, but the gesture was nice, it showed that he cared.

Jooyeon

•Tries his best,but doesn’t really know what to do either.

You and Jooyeon were at a park. The two of you had a cute little lunch date outside since the weather had been nice. After you guys finished eating you decided to walk around the park a bit before he had to get back. The conversation you were having was suddenly interrupted when your legs found themselves tangled with a ball causing you to trip. 

A kid ran over profusely apologizing. Stating that it was an accident as they helped you up.. You reassured them that it was fine and they went on their way. It was only when you went to wipe the dirt from your clothes that you felt the stinging sensation on your palms. 

“Your hands are bleeding,” Jooyeon accounted when he saw you staring at your hands.

“Yeah I must’ve scraped them a bit when I fell. It’s no big deal though,” you said.

“No big deal? What do you mean? You have to uh…uh,” something you should do something, but he can’t think of what. You really shouldn’t leave your hands covered in dirt when you have cuts on them though. Ah that was it. “You have to clean them, so the dirt won’t infect them,” Jooyeon stated. He took a water bottle from your guy's lunch bag. He gestured for you to put out your hands as he rinsed the dirt away with the water. “There, now we should get you some disinfectant. I think,” you laugh at his unsureness, but your heart feels warm at how much he cared.