#<- platonic but you can view as romantic thumbs up

[starlitmeadows]

im holding them so gently

[teojira]

[Dance with The Devil] [movie!Shadow x reader headcanons]

Summary: a collection of random headcanons/small scenarios based on my "Click Click Boom" post for Shadow!

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer (1): Harkness scale people, he is of age and can consent and is sentient. I'm allowed to want to kiss the hedgehog.

Disclaimer (2): This can be read as Romantic or Platonic! Though I did write it to be implied romance.

A/N: Yall asked for more, who am I to deny the people (I imagine kissing him every second of the day). I tried to hit a lot of asks all in one to give eveyrone what they asked for! I hope y'all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and motivate me to write more <3

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Shadow is so extremely overprotective of you, borderline to an unhealthy agree but is it really when you're welcoming to it??

You, by all means, shouldn't encourage him. He's one of the strongest beings on the planet. He can't just make threats, God knows if he'll act out on them.

You can't help but let it happen though, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest clouds your judgment for a few moments. Knowing that Shadow sees you as someone worth protecting, of caring for.

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Shadow baring his fangs at Sonic and fucking growling is new though.

"Shadow did you just- did you just fucking growl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sonic was just trying to hug me dude, relax.'

"He'll get his scent all over you. No."

Shadow turns his back on you, so he misses the blush that overtakes your entire face.

He has an inkling though, if the strangled cry from your throat is any indication.

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Riding ! With ! Him !!! He takes you on drives all the time, it helps him clear his head and it's his way of asking for physical contact without giving you idea, feeling you against his back and your body pressed up against his does wonder for his mental health, he'll purposefully take longer routes and side roads at night to keep you close.

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If you fall asleep on the couch, Shadow isn't gonna curl up with you, but he's next to the couch, head propped up against the arm rest as he watches over you. He's well aware he could just teleport you both to your room, but you look too peaceful :( and he knows he takes up all your time and energy, so he rather let you rest.

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Shadow always walks behind you. It's a nervous habit. If he wanders behind, he has the perfect view to scan for threats.

You go to tell him he's being paranoid, but stop yourself. The last person he cared for died, the girl who gave him a purpose. You shut your joke down fast, shaking your head when Shadow raises an eye bridge at your expression.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" You go with that instead.

"Absolutely not."

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Please god can you imagine shopping for him, getting his leather jackets and what not bc he fucking deserves it, especially when you nervously claim that he needs the correct gear for riding his motorcycle and he hits you with:

"That's useless, I can easily chaos control if need be."

BUT HE DOESN'T RIDE WITHOUT IT EVER !!!! You even got it monogrammed, and he runs his thumb across it often, scoffing at himself when he realizes, snatching his hand away.

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Shadow likes to be useful, even though you tell him again and again that he doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't listen.

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If you wear makeup and ever fall asleep in it, you can't ever seem to remember if it was you who took it off, your memories jumbling up together to the point you're not sure.

It was Shadow, he knows you don't like showing others your bare face, which he thinks is ridiculous as shit, he likes you as you are, whether with makeup or bare, you're you.

Please I could cry imagining him so gently taking a makeup wipe and rubbing small circles to get that waterproof eyeliner off of you, eyes laser focused into his task. I'm gonna throw up.

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In the colder months, he's susceptible to being more mellow and relaxed. Despite being the ultimate life form and having fur, he still gets cold and hates the feeling.

This brings me to the fact that bro steals your blankets, he has no remorse and will walk right into your room to take your heated blanket. He's an asshole.

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Fully believes that nicknames are stupid and that they don't matter, the best he's gonna do for you is call you by your first Intial (ex: Teddy = T) It's rare that he'll do call you by it regardless, but beggers cannot be choosers.

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Getting matching bangles to match his inhibitor rings!! Makes him go stupid for a second, brain computing that oh??? You want to match him?? He's gonna tease you, but when you threaten to just take them off, he immediately goes quiet.

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The subject of being sick came up often in asks, and he struggles really hard with it. It's not obvious, but if you look closely, his quills are pin straight, and he's easily more agitated.

He's not mad at you, it's not your fault, it's just that seeing you curl up into bed brings back so many bad memories of when Maria has flare ups and couldn't leave her bed.

It made him feel useless. His whole reason for being was to help cure illness, maybe not the common cold. He's aware of that, but the point remains.

Shadow gets more docile, even going to ask Maddie what to do. The woman offers to come over and take care of you instead, but Shadow shuts her down quickly. He's more than capable, and he's a little overprotective.

"Are you sure? I don't mind, I don't have anything going on."

"That isn't necessary."

"But it might be better if it's m-"

"I can take care of them."

It's hard to argue with a 5ft hedgehog that can easily snap your neck, so she regents and hands him over some cold and flu medicine along with painkillers and vaporub and instructions. He looks so silly with all of it in his arms, Gatorade, water, the medicine, some food, but it warms your heart. You haven't had anyone really look after you when you were sick, always left to fend for yourself, so it's nice.

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For my period havers, I am on mine, so this made it in:

Shadow using his hands as personal heating pads for your stomach or the small of your back, you can't seem to remember where you put your heating pad so he sits there with you and just, shoves his hand onto your skin, it's added comfort due to his fur.

"Oh my god, that feels good."

You groan into your pillow, curling up into a ball, your back facing the ultimate lifeform.

"Is it really that bad?"

Shadow hums, moving to ever so slightly knead the skin, smirking to himself when you damn near moan at the feeling.

"You know damn fucking well it's that bad."

Shadow snorts.

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Once you're both closer, he allows you to touch him alot more, so long as you ask him first if you can run your fingers over his quills, he finds it soothing, it's common to find you both on the couch, fast asleep together with the TV set to come true crime YouTube video.

Sonic takes a million pictures, to which he sends to Shadow later. The black hedgehog doesn't say anything, but he secretly saves each one.

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Speaking of the others, you try and force him to spend time with team Sonic to varying degrees of success. Mainly the success being if you will also be there and be by his side. The team likes you well enough, always playfully telling you that they can handle Shadow if he ever hurts you.

Which gets them Shadow staring them down, his eyes lighting up as a warning.

You'd think they'd learn that this man doesn't play when it comes to you, but they're a bit stupid.

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When it comes to any insecurities you may have, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY, you think it's because he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but no, it's because he cares about you and will logically tell you facts. Does it help? It's varying, but he still tries.

Issue with your weight. He doesn't care. Are you healthy? That's all that matters. He's strong enough to lift you up, and he'll demonstrate it on you if need be. He doesn't know who put it into your head that there's any issue with it, but he'll fix it.

"Shadow, can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Does my weight ever bother you?"

"I am not like human men."

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You're insecure about talking about your interests/hyperfixations? He actively will sit down and listen, eyes intense as he takes in every single word you're saying. He'll nod and hum, but his ears are flicked towards you, and Shadow will ask questions pertaining about the characters.

The motherfucker is healing you slowly but surely, mentally and sometimes physically.

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No one thinks that Shadow would be a good companion and will make jokes offhandily that they're sorry that YOU'RE stuck with him, and you don't correct them. They don't deserve to know him.

They don't get to know how the lifeform curls up next to you on his bad days, seeking your affection.

The hedgehog who helps you dry the dishes after every meal with a way too focused look on his face.

The Shadow that always cracks dry ass jokes in hopes to make you smile after a long day.

It's your little secret, and it's one you gladly keep to yourself.

"Oh, he's stuck with me." You wave them off with a smug smirk on your face.

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[adieutristana]

Jinx and her girlfriend stopping Vi and Caitlyn's wedding just for fun

LMAOO?? this is messy… anyways of course! thank you for the request <3

summary; jinx and her girlfriend crashing caitlyn and vi’s wedding.

characters included; jinx (romantic), vi (platonic), caitlyn (platonic)

tags/warnings; crack kinda, fluff, caitvi, mentions of war/combat, in-laws

men dni.

stating that jinx doesn't like caitlyn kiramman is like saying that grass is green.

saying that she doesn't like caitlyn with her sister even more so.

she’s tried to be patient, tried to appreciate the fact that her sister had someone to love and love her in return. despite the fact that that someone was a topsider, an enforcer no less.

could she not find someone in zaun that would be just as good for her? someone who wasn’t allied with the people who killed their parents?

regardless, jinx came to terms with the relationship as time went on. jinx and vi weren’t exactly on good terms to begin with- and getting herself involved in vi’s relationship wasn’t bound to make things any less tense. while vi knew that jinx didn’t approve of the relationship- especially after the stunt she pulled with kidnapping the two of them, the two of them didn’t talk about it explicitly.

caitlyn had grown to tolerate jinx, sometimes even going as far as to show genuine concern for the girl and talk to her in her own time. their encounters had always been fleeting, no more than a few sentences exchanged, but it was peaceful. it was something. she could live with this, jinx thought.

that was until they got engaged.

“hey, jinx. caitlyn and i recently got engaged, and while i know you’re less than happy about the relationship, i still want you to be there. you’re my sister and i don’t want you to miss this. you’re welcome to bring your girlfriend with you. i’ve put the invitation in here, love you.

-vi”

jinx is seething next to you, fighting herself to not rip up the stupid envelope and throw away the stupid invitation and curse out her stupid sister. your hand on her shoulder with your thumb gently running along the skin, doing everything you can to soothe your girlfriend.

“baby, she’s just trying to include you… you’re sisters.”

you whisper, voice low and soft as you can manage. she shakes her head and goes to start picking at her cuticiles- which you have to physically stop her from doing.

“she’s doing it to get to me. she can’t be actually marrying her, can she?”

she says through gritted teeth, and you can’t tell if jinx is trying to ask you or herself. you can’t tell if she wants an answer, either, but decide to not give her one for fear of making things even worse.

the girl is almost rocking herself forward and back in an effort to try and stop herself from doing something she’ll regret, and it breaks your heart to see her like this. after caitlyn shooting off her finger, after the war, the way that caitlyn spoke about zaun and its inhabitants, you could understand perfectly well why jinx wouldn’t approve of her. but this was worse than you’ve ever seen her in regards to the issue.

it was finally settling in that caitlyn was there to stay. maybe part of jinx was convinced that this would all blow over, it was a phase, and vi would wake up and realize that she didn’t need her. despite the fact that jinx told her she deserved to be with her.

“i shouldn’t have said that. i shouldn’t.”

she mutters. it truly does break your heart to see jinx like this, so distraught and torn. she tried to be supportive, tried to see things from her sister's point of view (especially with your help), but she just couldn't.

you let out a heavy sigh, observing your girlfriend's pained expression. part of you wants to keep trying to talk to her and comfort her, the other part wants to let her have time to think and process everything. either way, you'd be there the entire way through. but sometimes with jinx, despite how long you've been together, it can be difficult to tell the exact thing she needs. but for your own conscience, you have to know that you at least tried.

"jinx... we don't have to go if you don't want to."

you offer, pressing close to jinx so that your shoulders are now touching. your approach is careful. if she doesn't want to take it, she doesn't have to, but it's something at the very least. she lets out a shaky breath, keeping her gaze downcast. it's like she's begun to shut down.

"no... no, we'll be there. we'll be there."

she mumbles. voice barely audible, but stern.

✧.*

"you're sure about this?"

you ask, hands occupied with tying a black tie onto jinx.

"yeah, i'm sure. all according to plan, right?"

she smirks, hands on her hips. you'd decided to go to a secondhand shop in the undercity to grab some clothes for jinx that would be acceptable for a wedding- gods know she doesn't have any. a simple white long-sleeved blouse, black tie, and black slacks. not too polished, not too flashy, but just formal enough for her sister's big day.

you'd also taken it upon yourself to carefully braid jinx's usual unruly hair, despite her (playful) protests. though the way she relaxed under your touch and her shoulders dropped the moment your fingertips grazed her scalp told you everything you needed to know.

"alright, ready!"

jinx exclaims before grabbing the last of her things and swiftly grabbing your arm, leading you toward the exit of her hideout. she seems oddly energetic- possibly even giddy. she hadn't been excited for this day at all until coming up with one of her typical schemes, and now it seemed as if the girl was just itching to get to the chapel.

while reluctant at first considering these were about to be basically your in-laws, you found yourself agreeing to jinx's plan. you've always been on board with the chaos innate in jinx, but the way she lit up as she described her so-called 'master plan' to you cemented that you simply couldn't say no. it was a fun idea, and jinx was counting on you to help enact it. who were you to refuse her?

✧.*

the kirammans have truly outdone themselves.

a large chapel decorated with luxurious shades of blue and gold, with hints of bright pink thrown into the flower arrangements. chandeliers, soft candlelight, windows of stained glass and pews large enough to sit an entire city.

you and jinx exchange a few polite yet drawn out 'hello's, 'nice to see you's, and 'thanks for coming's from council members, ex-fighters and members of the remaining kiramman clan.

you slide down a white pew near the front of the chapel with jinx, one that had been reserved for vi's guests. jinx huffs, folding her arms out onto the edge of the pew in front and resting her chin on them.

"just got here, and you're already bored?"

you tease, tilting your head to look down at the girl.

"yeah. this sucks."

"it hasn't started yet."

"yeah, and it'll suck worse when it does."

jinx starts bouncing her left leg, heel quickly tapping across the floor and nearly echoing through the large room. she huffs, looking to the altar, then back, toward the aisle, all around, waiting for something to happen.

"and you're completely sure that we're doing this, right?"

jinx nods, giving a little 'mhm.'

you'd discussed the plan several times in the days leading up to the wedding. jinx hadn't left a single base uncovered in terms of timing, execution, what to say, what to do. one of your favorite things about her had always been her tendency to get wrapped up the second that she really puts her mind to something. whether that be jinx drowning out any external noises while tinkering, using all of her strength to handle weapons twice her weight, or scouring all of zaun for materials, her dedication was always evident.

guests continue pouring in, and it seems as if caitlyn has invited the entire population of piltover. maybe she has. unsurprisingly and unfortunately, there aren't many on vi's side, but the ones that are count. jinx, yourself, a few old friends of vi's from the lanes, and seemingly some new friends and colleagues. vi's circle had always been small, but the people in it were of such high value.

yourself and jinx pass a few more minutes with jinx's head on your shoulder, exchanging soft kisses in anticipation for what's to come, fixing jinx's tie and simply people-watching. before the chord of a pipe organ is heard, and all heads turn to the back of the room- where caitlyn is being led down the aisle by her father.

that dress alone could cost more than the lifetime salary of ten zaunites. regardless, it's beautiful. sleek, pure white, with a silver tiara atop loosely curled blue hair. the room is still, the only things moving being the two kirammans. the moment is picturesque, it's captivating.

shortly after comes vi, walking down the aisle by unaccompanied. she looks considerably more anxious than her fiancee, but with so much pure glee that it's weighed out. she anxiously looks over at her side of the chapel, her face softening the slightest bit when she lays eyes on jinx. the girl gives her a soft smile, and although jinx doesn't react, you almost swear you could see vi mouthing something to her sister.

when both women are on the altar and the ceremony starts, it's like gears begin turning in jinx's head. she takes your hand into hers, squeezing it against her lip as her eyes turn to you.

"ready, toots?"

she whispers, the slightest smirk evident on her expression. you nod, squeezing her hand back. neither of your eyes move from the scene unfolding in front of you. caitlyn and vi with their hands clasped, looking into each other's eyes so lovingly as they exchange vows. everything was in place, you'd made sure everything was planted and taken care of before the actual event.

"if anybody should object to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

jinx immediately shoots up from her seat, hand raised high.

"yeah, i've got somethin'!"

she keeps her gaze on the now bewildered couple as you pull a remote from your pocket, triggering pink and blue smoke bombs from the corridors of the chapel. the crowd immediately erupts into a scatter of screams, people rushing from their seats and trying to take cover. just some colored smoke bombs; nothing that would cause harm, but sure as hell enough to cause a commotion. jinx places her hands on her hips, shaking her head.

"just some smoke bombs... pussies."

she remarks, before grabbing your hand and beginning to make her way out of the chapel with haste. not before turning over her shoulder and yelling, "tough luck!" to the couple first, though. you're giggling beside your girlfriend as the two of you run off into the streets of piltover, not even sure of your destination. only enjoying the thrill of it all and the feeling of running off into nowhere with each other. jinx's laugh is infectious, the sound ringing in your ears as she pulls you into an alleyway.

your girlfriend quickly presses your back to a wall as she grasps your waist, grinning at you.

"how was that for a wedding?"

"pretty damn good."

she barks out another laugh, before connecting her lips to yours.

[liliapleasesteponme]

The tower reversed

Lilia calderu x fem!reader (can be read as romantic or platonic)

Summary - you go looking for reassurance and stumble upon madame calderu's psychic readings

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, family problems (i think thats all)

Requested by anon (i actually had this idea for lilia giving reader a tarot reading a while ago but now someone requested it as angst soooo)

There was so much going on in your life. You needed reassurance, something to tell you that you're on the right path. You'd been walking for ages, nowhere specific, just around town. You'd hoped to find a sign of some sort that would tell you that things will get better.

You finally decided to go home but just as you turned around a shop caught your eye, the sign read Madame Calderu's Psychic Readings

Maybe a tarot reading was exactly what you needed. You crossed the road, making your way to the shop. You stared at the door for a moment contemplating whether to go in or not. You did.

The little bell above the door rang as you entered, you quietly called out "madame Calderu ?"

She flamboyantly made her entrance, saying a clearly rehearsed line followed by, "what can i do for you, dear ?"

"could i have a success reading please ?"

"of course, dear, sit." she motioned her hand towards a chair and you anxiously sat. "i can tell you're very tense."

You nod your head slightly "let's begin."

She took out her tarot deck and layed it on the table. Then she spread all the cards out, her fingers laying beautifully against each card. "choose any six cards. Whichever cards call out to you."

You carefully picked out your cards, though none of them called out to you as she had suggested. She took your cards and arranged them into a triangle. She first turned over the top card. "this card represents you. Queen of Pentacles, reversed. The queen often struggles to maintain balance between family and work, she is too often captured by her need of independence. You will face difficult choices, these choices may shape your future, be prepared to fight for what you need moving forward."

The moment she mentioned your family, you teared up. Your relationship with them was rocky to say the least and you had buried yourself in your work as a distraction. She was good. She noticed how your eyes watered over and she grabbed your hand in consolation. Her thumb rubbed comforting circles on your hand, usually you would ask not to be touched but she made you feel warm so you allowed it. "shall we continue ?" she asked.

You gave a low hum and she continued. she moved to the next card, turning it over. "this next card represents the people in your life. Justice, reversed. Justice reversed often allows bias to cloud her judgement, making it hard to understand those around her. Make sure you look at all the facts available before you make a clear decision on anything important."

You nodded again and she moved on, you didn't address that card. "the third card. How you are viewed by those around you. The tower, reversed. The tower is a portent of destruction, ignoring its message is unwise. Make sure to listen to the signs. You may be trying to delay the inevitable, the tower has to crumble one day."

Listen to the signs you mumbled to yourself before asking "signs ? What signs do i look for ?"

She looked deeply into your eyes, "i can't tell everything, dear."

This time the tears fell ... Alot. Though she barely knew you, hearing you sobbing broke her heart. She stood up and walked over to you, pulling you into her warm embrace. For a moment you wanted to run away but feeling her arms around you made you feel like there was something to stay for.

You let your head fall to her shoulder, hugging her back. "I'm sorry dear, sometimes the cards aren't as kind as we may hope"

You pulled back to look into her eyes and she held your head in her hands. You nod your head so softly it could barely be seen. A small smile made its way to your face, it was only small but it made the air around the two of you feel much lighter. "i dont think we should continue," she said with a delicate worry, "and i dont want you walking alone in this state. Stay for the night, I'll make you some food and you can rest, i can tell you need it."

You were hesitant to accept her offer but she was right, you weren't in the right headspace to leave after this, so you said yes. She lead you to the room in the back of her shop, it was a cozy space, just being in there made you calmer.

She fulfilled her earlier promise and made you some food, it was nothing special but you were thankful for what she was doing for you, considering you just met. It felt like she knew you some how.

Your earlier nerves were eased and you were feeling much better. After she washed up, she sat with you and the two of you talked for hours. By the end of the night, it was like you knew everything about each other. You slept the night there and surprisingly it was one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time.

In the morning, you exchanged numbers and went on your way, eager to text her later.

A/N sorry its kinda short, i lost inspo half way but wanted to post it today so yeah

[luboy7rt]

How I think Call Of Duty Ghosts Show They Care/Love You (GN - Headcanons)

Note: (There are many different ways that people express love, these are just some ways I believe these characters would express the fact they would care for you)(Includes: Elias Walker, David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Logan Walker, Keegan P. Russ, Thomas A. Merrick, Kick and Riley) (Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, Let me know if you think this fits them) (These are platonic but can be viewed as romantic?)

Elias Walker: 

- Elias loves in a quiet way, he likes placing his hand on people he deeply cares for, your shoulder, forearm, head, back, etc.

- Making eye contact is alot for him, as he does the same with his sons when he needs to just check on you or them, or even his teammates. Just a glance or long eye contact to ensure everyone is alright is a habit he has. Even if it's a quick glance, he just likes checking over to ensure you are alright.

- He gives shoulder pats, head pats or back pats when moving past you or whenever he just finished talking to you and moves to end the conversation. Like a sorta ‘alright, you're done’.

- If he thinks you need to hear words of encouragement or praise, he will offer it. He's very amazing with words, and knows exactly what to say. He tries his best to communicate even if he thinks he's doing a shitty job at it, it usually comes across good.

- Likes doing small acts, taking you out for snacks randomly, taking you out for walks or for car rides. He tries very hard to attempt to make time for you despite being pretty busy.

- He doesn't mind touch, he's alright with hugs (if you don't know each other well, It will be as awkward and stiff as Logan's hugs) but if you do know each other well it will be comfortable and relaxing. He's willing to hug you as long as you want.

David 'Hesh' Walker: 

- He's very physical, head pats, shoulder pats, back pats anything, especially while walking past or over to you.

- He does small acts quite often, you need to do something you don't really want to do, he got it. You look exhausted? He lets you sleep in and does whatever tasks he deems will make you happy when you wake up.

- He likes to take you along on random tasks, like taking Riley for a walk, or just sitting outside with you while playing fetch with Riley. He likes sitting and just talking with you for a while.

- He's very understanding, if you just need to talk, he's there. Listening to every word, he understands you, even if you don't speak a word. He just had an understanding of most people he's close to.

- He's very good at communicating, able to tell you how he feels, (maybe he would chat it over with Elias or Logan, just to get his thoughts straight and be able to fully think over what he wants to say). You would be able to chat just about anything with him, he does indeed love being relied on, as he has been relied on all his life and he isn't sure how to feel when people don't rely on him.

Logan Walker: 

- Logan likes bringing gifts or small trinkets to people he cares for. Random stuff he picks up while on his missions to just spotting something in a shop and if he thought you would like it? He'd buy it.

- He just likes people watching as well, like people assume he's just zoned out but no, he's just people watching those he cares for. It's a bit intimidating with the way he stares  (accidentally glares) at you while making sure no one was messing with you.

- He likes making sure you can protect yourself if needed, either making you spar him (if you could) or just punch into his hands to show you how to effectively knock someone out. You knock out one of the guys accidentally? He just gives a thumbs up with a smile.

- I doubt he's a fan of public PDA, but if you two are together and someone else is talking, he might rest his forearm or elbow on your shoulder or head.

- He just brings you the most random shit sometimes, could be one of Hesh's pencils (this habit annoys Hesh like crazy, as he just always finds the supplies he needs gone.) And you always somehow have it as Logan just keeps taking from Hesh, and keeps giving it to you. This is an endless cycle of ‘who's even is that’ between you three, as somehow just all your stuff gets mixed up, no one knows who's is whos anymore. (Even Riley sometimes just messes up Hesh’s stuff and lays it by your or Logan’s beds, Logan always gets blamed though, neither the dog or Logan can defend themselves) 

Keegan P. Russ: 

- Keegan Is a bit rough with how he shows he cares for others, he speaks up for you despite usually being quite quiet. He'll make snide comments at anyone to try and make you laugh.

- Keegan calls you idiot or stupid affectionately as he finds it amusing if you are ‘offended’ or not. He doesn't actually mean it unless you do indeed do something stupid in front of him.

-If he notices you are cold, he'll toss his jacket over you, (your lap/shoulders) but that's the best you're getting from him.

- He's not into public PDA, might shove you off if you get too touchy but in private he's more willing to get close and personal, his chin would rest on your shoulder or head willingly Rest his eyes for a moment to just allow his body to relax and unstiffen from his usual on guard body.

- He's willing to put in work, you need something fixed? Keegan knows how to fix it (if not he'll learn).

- He's not really phased by much, it's hard to tell if he likes or dislikes something, but usually if you both are close he'll put up with it most of the time, Keegan silently does this to show he does care.

- He likes quality time, it would usually just be sitting in the same room, both of you doing your own things or just sitting or standing next to each other without talking.

Thomas A. Merrick: 

- Merrick is a bit of a mixed bag with how he shows he cares for you, reassurance is a big thing for him even if his words comes off a bit blunt if he tries to tell you.

- If it's physical touch? He's a bit more relaxed with it, if you are upset and want no one to see, he would wrap his arm around your shoulder firmly, and pull you into his side to allow you ‘hide’ against him, to ensure no prying eyes could see you as he would rub your back.

- Merrick is indeed a bit ‘clingy’, unconsciously liking to stay close to you but no one really voices it as he does it with anyone he is close to, his arm thrown over you shoulders or back, or his hand on your shoulder forearm. It basically could be just casual touch just about anywhere.

- He does like quiet moment as well, humming under his breath while you relax in the room he is a bit softer when no one else is about. He keeps things within work-mode and casually himself. He hums quite a bit when he is able to, usually you are the only one to hear him hum or sing a song under his breath when making breakfast in the mornings. He's far more relaxed out of work, not as aggressive so he's a sweetheart whenever around you.

- He does/says the most poetic stuff by accident, like sometimes he just says stuff that is very unique, compliments are usually like that. Compliments are a big thing for him, he enjoys making you happy, that's all that matters to him, if you're smiling, he's smiling.

Kick: 

- He likes spending quality time with you, talking about your interests, and his interests, telling jokes, or being snarky.

- Kick likes chatting about technology, codes, and anything he has a vast amount of knowledge in. If you also know about it? Even better. If you don't? Don't worry; you'll learn within a few hours just by him talking/rambling on.

- He likes telling you random absurd facts, like you see an animal and he just tells you the worst, idiotic thing about that animal. Oh, you see a specific car? You now know why it came to be, and any absurd fact from the people/person who invented it.

- He just loves teasing or messing with you, the most absurd ‘pranks’, moving your stuff around your room while you're away by one inch type stuff or putting a whoopee cushion under your mattress just to annoy you for a split moment. He finds this type of stuff hilarious even if he isn't around to see your reaction, just thinking about it makes him cackle.

Riley: (Yes, the dog) 

- If You are a part of Task Force Stalker/Team Ghosts, he protects you when you are near him, Logan or Hesh, ensuring to keep his favorite people near him, or in his sights. If a Federation soldier attempts to attack you from behind? Don't worry, your trusted dog will tackle the guy and ensure you are safe.

- Even if you aren't, he's willing to be a cuddle buddy and protect you and the house if Hesh tells him to.

- Fetch, Riley enjoys bringing you a ball randomly, getting you to throw it or put it in a throw machine for him. He can play for hours, but usually only plays around with people he genuinely likes. If he doesn't like someone he just sits there and stares at them like they are stupid until Hesh calls him. - Riley lays on his back in front of you, expecting pets, even if you are allergic you are not getting away from giving him attention. If You try and avoid him, the dog gives you the biggest side eye…

[caitchercatlady]

How the TWST Boys Spend Valentine's Day w/You!

The First Years

Ace Trappola

Will be tsundere about it, but with your urging, he takesyou out on the town and will let you pick anything as a present...as long as it doesn't break his wallet...and it's something you can wear for the rest of the day, so you can show it off to everyone. (Ace doesn't mind.) In the night, the two of you will gaze up at the stars. Ace will even pick one to name after you. Will he get the kiss? On the cheek, perhaps.

Deuce Spade

Will surprise you first thing after class with a Blastcycle ride to the ocean. You two will spend teh whole sunset playing in the water, making a wreck of your uniforms. During a short chase game, Deuce catches you, lifting you over the water as you kick some splashes into the open air. Your faces are connecting. Without thinking, Deuce kisses you and he'll only regret it if you react negatively. To both of your surprises, you don't.

Jack Howl

He's not gonna be one to say it, but he's likely the first year to think of this day the most. Jack's been twiddling his thumbs on how you'd react to his surprise. He's not one to go big and public with things like this, but that doesn't matter to you. Jack challenges you to a tree climbing race. It's not like you'll beat him, but the high view of the sunset is worth it. He wants to kiss you, and you know it. You reach for a cheek kiss, but at the last second, Jack whips his head and meets your lips. His tail wags and when he notices, his skin boasts a tomato red. He tries to pretend it didn't happen, but the both of you know it's useless.

Epel Felmier

Hasn't been a fan of the holiday as he's usually the last Valentine's choice. Now that his eyes are set on you, he can't ignore it. It's the morning of, and Epel has been working sleepless on his gift. You arrive to class to find your seat has been decked out in so many sweets that it makes Grim drool. Professor Trein is not pleased, but what's he to do? Underneath the potluck, there sits a heart-shaped card, singing your praises and popping the V-Day question. After class ends, you run out to meet Epel in the hall. Before he can speak, you surprise-kiss him, causing his face to go red as the apples he carves.

Ortho Shroud (Platonic!)

The little robo boy always wanted to partake in the festivities but didn't know how. You offered to teach Ortho how to make cards for friends. Construction paper, markers, scissors, and sentiment are all you need. Not surprising to you, Ortho catches onto the crafts task very quickly...a little too quickly. He makes so many paper hearts that the two of you are unsure how to do anything with them. Ortho, with his fast thinking skills, tosses the paper hearts and decorates the entire living room of Ramshackle with them, shimmering in glittery glory (Ortho's made sure not to get any glitter anywhere it shouldn't be). He asks if this pleases you, and you kiss his cheek to express your appreciation towards your robo friend. Yes. Ortho's first real Valentine's Day is a success.

Sebek Zigvolt

Such folly is not something Sebek would ever decide to partake in. If anything, he finds the concept of dedicating a day to find one's love within 24 hours absurd. There are better things that he can be doing. You jab at him that he only thinks that because Sebek doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. Sebek resents that and goes to prove the opposite. He arranges a date for the day and takes you out for a beautiful horse ride through nature as the sunset slowly sets to the west. At the end of the ride, back to the stables, you are greeted by a stunning setup of flowers. For someone who wasn't interested in Valentine's Day, Sebek had this all figured out. As he helps you off the horse, you sneak him a kiss on the nose as a thank you. Oh, you can't wait to tell everyone how red Sebek's face got.

[als-notebook]

silence

Misha seeks out a conversation with a friend. (I attempted to write this very ambiguous. You can view this as platonic or romantic.)

Sundays always felt slow, and the rain made the day feel even more empty. Somehow, Misha Bachnyskyi found himself walking over to his friend’s house in the rain with a hood over his head. When he got there, he noted that his friend’s mother’s car was not parked in the driveway, meaning she was probably out working, and his friend was home alone.

Misha almost hesitated to reach out and knock on the door. Why had he come here, really? He hadn’t even asked him if he could visit. But surely he wouldn’t mind, right? Something about today felt gloomy, and it wasn’t just the gray skies. Misha felt down, and he wasn’t sure why, but what he did know is that he needed a friend today.

Finally, Misha tapped his knuckles against the wood. Knock, knock, knock. He took a step back, waiting for just one moment before Noel Gruber opened the door a crack, peering out. When he spotted Misha, he opened the door completely, smoothing out his clothes and smiling a little. He hadn’t expected the visit. “Misha,” Noel said to him, “a pleasant surprise, really. What are you doing here? You walked over here in the rain?”

The walk from Misha’s house to Noel’s house wasn’t very long, perhaps a few minutes, but maybe it was still a bit concerning that Misha had made the walk in the rain without even notifying Noel he was visiting. “H..Hi,” Misha stammered out after a few seconds—he didn’t really think about what to say. “Ahh… Well… I just wanted to hang out, I guess.” It wasn’t the entire truth, but it wasn’t completely false either. 

Noel frowned. “Are you… sure? You look kind of upset.” Misha sighed. Great. He knew something was up.

“Aghh… I don’t know. I just… I started feeling kind of sad. I just let my feet take me here. I guess I just need a friend.” Misha wasn’t usually open and honest like that. Something about Noel felt… safe. Like he could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge him.

Noel felt honored to be that safe space for Misha. He could have gone to Ricky, or texted Talya, or kept it all to himself; but he went to Noel. His feet took him to Noel. Still, Noel concealed how glad he was. He stepped out of the way to let Misha in. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Misha stepped in behind Noel, threw his shoes off, and took a vague glance around. He sort of slouched like he was trying to get his wet hoodie as far away from him as he possibly could, uncomfortable. He spotted a coat rack right by the door, and lifted his arms up and behind himself, pulling the soaked jacket over his head. He pinched the hood with his index finger and thumb and hung it up as he finally replied, “I just want to… talk.”

Noel nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can talk.” He smiled; perhaps it was a bit crooked. He wanted to do this right, he really wanted to show Misha he’d support him. Don’t overthink it, Noel. “Do you wanna go in my room?”

“Sure,” Misha said with a shrug. He didn’t mind where they went, really. As long as he could  talk. “Lead the way.”

As per usual, Noel led Misha to his room. It was quite dim in there; the big light was off, and the only things lighting it up was the dim light from the window and a pretty, vintage-looking lamp next to Noel’s bed. Misha recognized it—Noel had thrifted it a while ago. He had been so thrilled about it, Misha recalled. Something about it being super cheap.

“Here,” Noel said as he began to move a few pieces of clothing off his bed, “Come sit.” He sat on the edge of the bed, beckoning for Misha to sit next to him. Misha smirked playfully. He’d been here several times before. He might as well live here.

“Nah,” Misha said before flopping onto the bed face first. “I think I’ll lay right here.” Noel was taken aback, and then laughed. “Sure,” he replied. Noel hesitated; would it be weird if he laid next to him? Surely not. They were friends, right? Being friends with guys as a gay man was hard. Most of the time, they’d think he liked them if he did something that could just barely be interpreted as romantic. But Misha was different. He didn’t mind the friendly affection; in fact, he actively seeked it out. Unlike with friends Noel had in the past, they would hug and sit close to one another very frequently. It was nice. 

So, finally, Noel laid next to Misha, their shoulders touching on the small bed. Noel turned his head to face Misha, and Misha lifted his head to face Noel. They smiled at each other.

Misha flipped over onto his back, now, and leaned closer to Noel. They shared a few moments of warm silence. Noel wanted to give Misha the chance to speak first.

Finally, Misha took a breath.

“I like the rain. It reminds me of home. When my mother and I would snuggle up under a blanket, when she would tell me stories and read me poems.”

A beat.

“Do you like the rain, Noel?”

Noel thought about it for a moment. “Sometimes.”

He paused, and then elaborated, “It can be poetic, really… It makes a good metaphor. Sometimes it’s harsh; thrashing around trees, beating down on your skin… sometimes it leaves behind a bright rainbow.”

“Sometimes it’s calming, listening to raindrops hit the window,” Misha continued, and left it at that. The silence between them revealed the sound of rain falling onto Noel’s window.

Misha glanced at Noel again. The other boy stared at the ceiling, appearing comfortable. Misha sort of laughed–although it was more like a sharp exhale out of his nose. “Sick of this sappy shit,” he said jokingly, before flopping directly on top of Noel, catching the poet off guard.

Noel chuckled, “What are you doing? Don’t you find this a little weird?” he said, before quickly clarifying, “I mean, not that I mind.”

“Nah. It’s just like… horizontal hug, no?” This sent Noel into a laughing fit that quickly ended after he snorted and got embarrassed.

Misha snickered. But soon, their laughter dissipated, the silence filled again by the sound of the rain. Misha rested his head on its side on top of Noel’s chest. His heartbeat was somewhat… relaxing.

Of course, their conversation inevitably turned sappy again, for what are two writers if not full of love?

“I miss my mom,” Misha said softly, somberly. Noel placed a hand on his head as a comforting gesture, still silent. “I miss my country.”

He thought for a moment before he spoke again. “It’s kind of stupid,” he began, “but I keep thinking about that question I got a while ago.” Noel hummed as a response. “The one that said something like, if you could go back to Ukraine right now, but couldn’t talk to the choir ever again, would you do it?”

Misha sighed. He was about to get unbearably sweet, but he couldn’t help it. “As much as I miss my home… I meant what I said. Really. I want to go back as soon as I can, but if it means never talking to the only people who were ever nice to me here again? I don’t think I could do that, you know? Is that such a crime?”

Noel looked down at the boy on his chest. He adored the unusual sweetness from his friend. Knowing Misha really did care about the choir, about him—it felt nice. Absent-mindedly, he twirled his curls with his fingers. Misha didn’t seem to mind. “I think that’s really lovely, Misha.”

And once again, they were left in silence, a common theme of this afternoon. But it wasn’t anything uncomfortable—in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was nice they could lay unspeaking and still enjoy one another’s presence and company. That was a kind of closeness that was hard to come by, especially in Uranium.

But all silences must come to an end, right?

“Noel?” Misha said, quietly and softly, as if beckoning for his attention. Noel continued playing with his hair, looking down at him. “Hmm?” 

For a few moments, Misha was silent, the only sound from him was his steady breaths. Finally, he spoke.

“I love you.”

Noel was taken aback by the statement. A boy lying on his chest against his heartbeat—it was undoubtedly intimate. Was this a platonic sentiment? Was it something deeper, more romantic? Noel wasn’t sure.

But either way, no matter what Misha truly did mean, Noel knew his answer.

“I love you, too.”

[driaswrld]

one night only! — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 2.1k

summary : fem!reader goes to a club with shoko to be free from her scary guard dog besties, satoru and suguru show up anyway, just a bunch of intimacy really. maybe one lil suggestive part w satoru?? mention of wlw shoko and possible insinuation of stoner geto lmao

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : i headcanon poly satosugu as often toeing the line between platonic love and romantic love bcus these three idiots rlly can't tell the diff sometimes. also shoko is gay and is my gf don't @ me. also this is ooc of how satoru and suguru would be at a club cs lets be fr satoru would be an emotional drunken mess while suguru is in the bathroom smoking or smth

other : im having so many teenage romance thoughts ab poly satosugu. also this was kinda inspired by a poly marauders fic i read agesss ago

current casette : i was never there - the weeknd. me and your mama - childish gambino.

You can feel the bass of the music in your throat, your heartbeat racing to catch up with it.

Parties like these only had one common thread : brainless, brainless fun.

“That one over there,” Shoko murmurs against your ear as discreetly as she can, but just as loud as for you to hear her over the thumping music inside the club. Your gaze moves from the sequin strap across Shoko’s shoulder and over to a girl across the way, a redhead, leaning against the bar and knocking back an expensive looking drink. “She’s pretty.” You turn your head to Shoko’s ear.

Satoru and Suguru have been… hovering these past few weeks.

You love them, truly, the bestest best friends anyone could ask for. But two popular conventionally attractive men by your side at all times? It does put a damper on your love life. Shoko would be able to understand your point of view — if she wasn’t playing for the other team at least.

The redhead looks over her shoulder out at the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, the dark blue dress she has on really accentuates her figure — among other things. “You should go tal–” Before you can finish, Shoko’s mouth is agape, eyes fixed on the girl, and being the wingwoman that you are, you shove her forward a little. “Talk to her.”

“You sure?” Shoko wobbles forward, tipsy but sober enough to take a pretty girl home. The neon lights inside the club flash pink and blue then red and green then pink and—

“I don’t wanna abandon you, name.” You only laugh at Shoko, giving her two firm thumbs up, nudging her forward again, and still, she stands there contemplating. That is, until the redhead turns around and locks eyes with Shoko.

Oh, she’s far gone already.

“Don’t leave my peripheral.” Shoko kisses the side of your cheek and begins to saunter off, just as the song playing in the club changes to a softer, more sensual song.

There’s something about parties. Something that gives you the uneasy feeling two specific people could pop up at any time – two people you’re trying very hard to make clear to that you’re your own woman.

What makes a grown man wanna cry?

You slide back to the spot on the dancefloor you and Shoko shared moments ago, and with a sigh of near relief, you let the music transcend you to a different realm. Your body sways among the masses, a tinge of alcohol probably clouding your judgement because on any other occasion you’d find dancing in public embarrassing—

When it’s time, when it’s time, when it’s time, it won’t matter

There’s a sense of complete euphoria that washes over you, and before you know it, a slender arm snakes around your waist. And despite your better judgement, you know who it is before you look over your shoulder.

It’s an eerily intimate thing, feeling the chill of the six eyes raking over you.

You’re sure Suguru must be the only other person to feel how it feels, the goosebumps that rise on your flesh, hair standing on end. But not in fear. In something else entirely—

“You’re so pretty.” Satoru whispers against the edge of your ear. He doesn’t sound drunk. At the very least he barely sounds tipsy, just a small slur of speech in between, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“Prettier than you?” You stop moving and let out a laugh, and he goes brainless. Crystalline orbs stare down at you, and he pulls your body flush against him, pressing his body into yours from behind.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbles and your body sways, resuming with the rhythm of the blaring music. A whisper of the lyrics leaves his mouth, and you nearly forget how he knows the song — must’ve been in one of Suguru’s playlists. One of those playlists he keeps.

“Satoru—” you’re about to scold him, maybe tell him this is a thin line, one you’ve been toeing for too long.

Satoru brings his other arm around your waist, both his hands meeting in accord atop the flesh of your stomach. He waits for a beat, waits for you to tell him no, but it never comes.

I’m on the edge of something breaking

His head dips to your height, his hair tickles the back of your neck. You can feel the heat from his lips on your skin as he hums along to the lyrics. “Just feel it for a little...” He whispers.

Even in his tipsy but not-so-tipsy state, he knows exactly what he's doing. You think, maybe he’s always known. At least in body but not in mind.

If I keep going I won’t make it

A sigh escapes your lips, something akin to a breath of relief, like a weight lifts off your shoulders.

Satoru’s body grinds forward onto you, and your head tilts back onto his chest, a mouthful of lyrics leaving your mouth in a gasp. “Feels good, yeah?” He grins down at you, pleased, his voice a bit off-key in a more Satoru-like fashion.

“Didn’t know you knew the song,” the words leave your lips as you both lock eyes. He rolls his eyes and sinks his teeth into the exposed flesh of your shoulder playfully.

“Suguru plays it all the time—” He replies, then continues to hum along with the song, his voice barely sounding like his own. “It’s too sexy to not know.”

There’s a sense of comfort in not knowing the depth of what you feel in this moment.

Satoru spins you around to face him, and the breath leaves your lungs. And the moment in between knowing what your relationship is and not knowing all but fades to black.

And with the way he looks into your eyes, and leans forward, you think he just might break the line two.

And it’s all because of you—

The song fades out, to a more upbeat one, and Satoru’s hands fall limp at his sides. Suddenly, you remember how to breathe. And you swallow the lump in your throat, all while he gives you the signature goofy grin you’ve come to cherish.

You turn your head to look across the mini crowd, and Shoko is still there, one arm slung around the redhead as they both knock back shots.

Temporary. It’s no big deal, you and Satoru were just tipsy.

But that sense of relief is short-lived.

Embarrassingly so.

“Boo.” A sharp exhale leaves your lips as soon as you turn your head, and instead of Satoru staring down at you, your view is blocked by Suguru.

You look at him like a lost child, and he rears his head away to laugh at you. “Don’t look so scared, name.” He smirks, slyly, like Suguru always does when he’s taunting.

“You dumbass—” You breathe, a hand colliding with the edge of his shoulder in a soft shove and Satoru can’t help but laugh at the sight before him.

Then, Suguru’s fingers wrap around your wrist, two, then four then he’s tugging you forward, straight into him and Satoru. “Don’t be so mean to me, you’ll break my heart.” He says it so condescendingly, with such a smile that makes your heart leap at your current predicament.

Satoru really wasn’t done. He just brought in reinforcements.

“As if—” You grumble, and the lights dim for a second before flashing a neon purple. And that’s all the time Satoru and Suguru need.

“—I have a heart?” Suguru towers over you, and he bends his knees just a little, resting his chin against your shoulder so you can hear him. “Or as if you could break it?”

You think Suguru’s been smoking. The warmth of his breath against your bare skin makes you shiver a little. You think you feel a little dizzy just from looking at him.

The way his eyes are downcast, eyelids heavy, like he’s bordering on the precipice of eternal sleep or the best dream he’s ever had, one he doesn't want to wake from.

He looks at you like you're the latter rather than the former.

Satoru swings his hand forward, interlocking his fingers with yours, pale slender digits finding purchase between yours as he moves to your side. “As if to both.” He rolls his eyes, and Suguru lets out a soft whistle, “You’re so cold, Satoru.”

The song playing begins to fade out, and Suguru takes advantage of the few seconds before the song switches, that small gap of silence, and he whispers, “Dance with us..?”

“Duh.” You grab ahold of Suguru’s hand with your free one, all while Satoru’s grip on your other hand tightens just a little. “Who else would I dance with?”

These things are no secret, never have been and never will be. And you have a funny feeling you know why your love life remains so stagnant.

How does the old age thing go? Never let your girl have a boy bestfriend. Or worse, two.

The three of you saunter to the middle of the dancefloor, the neon lights flashing shades of blue.

And if you didn’t know better, you’d say whoever the DJ is, they’ve got a sick sense of humor.

Because they manage to play the most romantically erotic song you could ever hear in a club setting. Ironically, a song you recognize from your playlist — no doubt you learned it from one of Suguru’s tracklists. A very extensive one titled with a leaf emoji.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

Suguru’s arm moves to wrap around your waist from in front, and he tugs you close as the soft tempo reverberates through the room. He shrugs some of his hair off his shoulder, dark eyes finding yours and he doesn’t dare look away for a second.

Suguru must think you're a pipe dream. That you’ll disappear if he blinks.

Your bodies rock from side to side and Satoru doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he slides behind you, following the rhythm you and Suguru have set in tune, raising your intertwined hands to his lips, and for a moment he uses them as a makeshift microphone to sing—

La-la-la-la-la

Suguru grins and he presses his chin atop your head, his other arm coming around to hug you close to his chest, while Satoru meets you both halfway, and it’s really just a sandwich swaying side to side with you in the middle.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

What initially started off as something so simple, you coming to a club with Shoko wanting to finally get laid since your best friends managed to scare all the guys off — has turned into something so soft, so intimate.

There are never many words, never much explanation when you’re with Satoru and Suguru.

And it’s clear none of the three of you know what this is or where you stand. But for now, that’s okay.

La-la-la-la-la

“You okay?” Suguru dips his head to mumble into your ear, and you nod, words failing you.

In truth, you’ve never felt so soft, so safe yet so… vulnerable. But that’s also okay.

Satoru cranes his neck and leans his body over yours to look between you and Suguru, having not heard a thing. “You two okay?”

And you laugh. Suguru does too.

Suguru’s arms around you keeps you grounded against him, and Satoru’s weight against your back keeps you firm between them. “If you need us to stop… if you need a drink I can—” Suguru tries, but you cut him off with a soft pat to his shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” you mimic Satoru’s words from earlier as your own into Suguru’s chest and he melts. “Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You affirm, and he nods, his chin going back to rest atop your head. And you wrap a free arm around Suguru’s middle, the other still softly interlaced with Satoru’s at your side. “M’ happy here.”

“In the club?” Suguru asks, albeit a little louder so you can hear him an amused smile slipping onto his features. “No, just—” Your words fail you. But this, there can’t be any intent without feeling, true unbiased feeling.

And you feel it, coursing through you in soft waves for them.

That unbiased wavy feeling, almost like you’re floating. That feeling for them. Though you don’t quite know what to call it yet.

“Here,” you mumble and a smile stretches onto your face. “With you, and Satoru too.”

Suguru stops swaying a bit, and at the change in movement Satoru stops too, peering over your shoulder to see what’s happening.

But Suguru only grins a little. “I’m happy too,” he says. Then he glances at Satoru, and Satoru glances to you. “I guess if you two are so happy, then me too.” Satoru chuckles.

[cr-aspec-fest]

It's finally here - Week 1 of the CR Aspec Fest!

Join us in making fanworks focused around aromantic-spectrum and asexual-spectrum experiences!

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What are some ideas for this week's prompt?

aromantic, demi/grey-romantic identities; traditionally romantic actions outside of romantic contexts; cultural expectations around relationships or marriage; platonic intimacy

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[cbsxreader]

You go to a car rally with the mercs! Pt.2

Pt.1 ; Pt.2

Notes: Gn!Reader, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic!

Medic

Doesn't get the hype about rallies. In his words, why would you want to purposefully want to risk getting hit with dust and rocks and damaging your hearing?

A real killjoy. You end up standing away from the front row, dust clouds barely hit you, in the shade, no junk food. Basically a dull experience just because of his neatness as a doctor.

However, if a crash happens, Medic is the first to jump to help. No matter how much security tries to stop him, he'll be there on scene.

If you want an autograph from the racers, he'll insist on patiently waiting in line. He's a mercenary, but as a medic, there are too many people there to create a fuss.

Even if you couldn't enjoy it, Medic insists that the day was great. And maybe you can convince him to buy a piece pf merch to remember the experience.

Sniper

Isn't the biggest fan of rally, but doesn't mind if you want to go to one. He doesn't like all the people, the invasion of personal space in the front rows and the loud noises for something that's meant to be fun.

If the parking lot isn't too far, Sniper offers to sit on his camper's roof. It's clean, away from the crowd, and gives a good view of the track and cars. He can give you binoculars to watch the cars closer too.

Just watch out to not get heatstroke. He'll be fine, he's fine in the heat, but the scorching sun combined with a hot camper roof can get to a person.

Insists on bringing your own food. Sniper thinks that paying 2 dollars to have sauce on something is ridiculous and the fast food isn't too apetizing for him.

Be thankful he's not afraid to choose stray dirt roads to avoid traffic. Otherwise you'd be stuck behind a line of cars the rest of the day.

Spy

If you somehow convince him to join you to go to a rally, he acts like a VIP, period.

Spy has his own tent in which he hides from the shade and dust that comes his way. Sure, he sticks out like a sore thumb but that's the point.

Doesn't judge and judges at the same time if you decide to buy merchandise. On one hand, he spends thousands on suits, so he can't talk, but on the other hand, he doesn't understand if it's one of many rallies.

No fast food, obviously. Only his own brought meals and Spy might share if he feels pitiful enough for you after you get some overpriced fries for yourself.

Bribes the traffic control as the attendees leave to let him past first. People are confused when he just drives past them without a care in the world.

Btw you didn't miss anything, I did the Supports before the Defenses because I had more ideas for them

[1m-1nsane]

Bug Knight

Summary: Sedgewick Sable x reader who has Entomophobia (fear of insects)

a/n: This is the first time I ever post my writing anywhere hence this might be a bit crappy, please let me know if there's anything I should fix. I read over this a few times to correct the mistakes I've made, but English isn't my first language so I cannot provide you with proofread writing, sadly. Please let me know your opinion!

Before we begin: The reader is gn. There is a brief use of (Y/N). This scenario can be taken as platonic or romantic, it doesn't really matter.

You and Wick met at the Lackadaisy speakeasy and shortly after, you became good friends. In one of your conversations you mentioned you liked reading, it was a great opportunity for Wick to mention his own collection of literature that he was keeping in a small library in his house. At the sight of you getting all excited, Wick was more than happy to invite you over so you could take a look at it. You gladly took him up on that offer and his place turned out to be rather comfortable to spend your free time at.

Today was nothing different than usual. You were at Wick's house and you just finished peacefully reading a book. You stood up to wander around in hopes of finding another piece of literature to read, however, first you wanted to return the book where it came from. You passed a few shelves until you stopped in front of the one you previously took a book from. You wanted to place the book back in its place, but suddenly you froze up and-... 

-"AAAAAH" an awful scream left your lungs followed by the quiet thud produced by the book as it hit the floor.

Wick nearly jumped in his seat, his ears shot up in alert. He looked up from the papers on his desk, a look of fright crossed his face. He jumped to his feet and rushed into the library which thankfully was near his study. 

- "(Y-... (Y/N), are you alright?!" 

He stopped himself on the doorframe almost crashing against it. He looked around the room and spotted you frozen in front of the shelves next to the window. He took in a shallow breath after which he started placing careful steps in your direction. Once he was already by your side he took a glance at whatever made you let out that horrific sound.

-"what's going-.. oh!" His frown quickly turned into a smile. "What a beautiful specimen of a stag beetle!" He leaned in to take a closer look. "I really find them interesting... you see, their skin is an exoskeleton, which protects them from harsh changes in climate. They have also small hooks at the end of their legs to-.." he stopped in his tracks as he felt something grabbing his elbow.

-"Kill it." You stated bluntly in a tone of voice that sounded higher than usual.

- "uh-.. uhm.. excuse me? " He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. One of his eyebrow rose at the sight of you ducked behind him. Then he turned to look back at the beetle. "I cannot just kill it." he pursed his lips in a light pout.

- "Then just do something!" You whined in desperation. You tried to take another peek at the bug over Wick's arm, but it was a bad idea. The sight of it made you shudder and hide behind the 'quarry magnate' once again.

Wick glanced at you, taking in your shaken state. His eyes softened and a sigh escaped his lips. What else had he left to do? After a short moment of contemplation he moved closer to the shelf, grabbed the bug with his thumb and pointer right behind its head and carefully picked it up. Within seconds, the beetle was placed on the windowsill, where it escaped into the outside world without much thought.

- "See?" Wick smiled proudly. "They might look intimidating, however there is nothing to be afraid of. They're harmless as long as you don't threaten them." 

- "It still doesn't change my point of view..." You grumbled meanwhile moving forward to the window and closing it. "their thin little legs, the way they crawl... It's awful! Don't get me even started on the flying kind!" - You shivered in disgust.

- "Erm... Well, that one had wings also, they cannot fly very well, but when-"

"No!" You yelled in horror and turned to the other side, trying to take your mind off of those disgusting creatures.

- "Okay, okay, no need to be rude." he crossed his arms on his chest.

Wait, you didn't offend him, he was only joking, right?

You bit your lip and looked down at your hands - "Sorry... I didn't mean it that way-.." suddenly you felt Wick's hand on your shoulder. You tilted your head up to look at him.

- "I know, I was just teasing. Everyone has their own fears and that's completely normal." His lips curled up in a soft, polite smile. "Now, if you excuse me..." His hand fell back against his side. "I have some paperwork to finish"

- "right..." You muttered under your breath with slight disappointment as you observed him walk towards exit, but before he left, he looked at you over his shoulder with that typical smirk of his and said:

- "If you ever need a knight in shining armor to save you from these vicious beasts again, you know where to find me."

Your muffled laughter was enough of an answer for him, so he left the library and returned to the files awaiting in his study.

a/n: I hope it's not ooc! I know I'm repeating myself but please let me know if it is!

In case any of you liked my writing and wanted to see more, you can send in some requests! :)

[parkaplayboy]

Do you do PC?, I would like to request PC Kenny x reader or PC butters x reader Hcs,,,, but if you don't do for PC then it's ok too (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Post Covid! Kenny x Gn! Reader HCs

a/n: i really hope PC stands for Post Covid and not something else, but if it does, u can always request again 😓🙏 i hope i do your request justice, anon 🫡

Kenny McCormick

You two met during the after party of some science convention

He really only went to recruit people to help build his time machine but stayed for the open bar

He spots you at the bar and decides to make conversation

You end up agreeing to work with him on his project & exchange numbers

Technically, your relationship started off purely platonic, but after working in close proximity for months and Kenny being a flirt, things turn romantic soon enough

He views you as his lab partner less than a subordinate which comes with pros & cons

Pros mainly being that you got to call more shots around the lab

The only con being that you have to be the one to drag him away from the lab and into bed so he can get a proper night’s sleep

Speaking of which,

Getting this man to take a break from working is like getting a five year old to eat broccoli.

He will argue with you every step of the way until his back hits the mattress and he’s snoring instantly.

Kenny may over-work himself, but he’ll be damned if he let you do it too

First time you fell asleep at your desk he picked you up and carried you to bed.

“Ken! What the hell are you doing!” “Sweetheart, I’m taking you to bed.” “No, it’s fine! I just need another red b/ull.” “Or, you need to sleep.”

He’s such a hypocrite when it comes to you.

He may not take good care of himself, but he will always take great care of you.

Since he has the scientist money, he won’t hesitate to spoil you with gifts and such!

If you even think about it, it’s already ordered & on its way.

He’s also big on affection!

Sometimes when it’s just you two in the lab he will have you sit on his lap whilst he does paperwork/online research.

If you’re the one doing the paperwork, if he’s not busy at the moment, he’ll come over and wrap his arms around you and place his head on top of yours.

At some point when working on the time machine, he tells you the full reason as to why he’s building it.

The weight of the confession sort of weighs on you, once you realize that if y’all succeed you technically will have never met him.

As if he read your mind he reassures you quickly

“I will always find my way back to you, sweetheart.” He cups your face softly, wiping your tears with his thumbs before pulling you into a soft kiss. “Now, what’s the exact address of your childhood home.”

~~~~~~~~

a/n: sorry that got a bit sad at the end, i couldn’t shake the idea of the bittersweet nature of the invention 💔

[itti-bitti-yibbi]

I wrote a little Moon comfort thing, it can be taken as romantic or platonic, I think.

For a lil bit of context, the reader is a nighttime security guard in a post-virus Pizzaplex, and they've known Moon for a while but they have never met Sun.

Reader is stressed and tired and Moon lets them cry and gives them a nap. :P

It's been a long fucking day. A long couple of days, if you're being honest. The past weekend, which was normally your time to recharge before beginning a new work week, had been a whirl of drama and chaos and change all at once.

You are so fucking tired. Just of everything.

But you have to pay rent, so here you are, starting your shift. At least you're not gonna have to deal with any customers or co-workers, working the overnight shift.

The bright lights of the Pizzaplex power down with a resounding whoom as you clock in, leaving the place only barely lit by the neons decorating nearly every wall.

Well, you won't have to deal with any human co-workers, at least.

Your patrol begins in the Theater tonight, so you head off in that direction. You're about halfway to the Daycare shutters when a voice sounds above you.

"Tired," Moon rasps.

"Piss off," you snap back automatically, your whole body tensing immediately afterwards.

There's no response from Moon, and when you look up at him, he's staring at you with his eyes off entirely, his surprise obvious even with his immobile face. When he doesn't move or speak, you look back down at your shoes.

"Sorry," you mutter. "Didn't mean to snap at you."

After a moment you hear Moon's feet hit the ground beside you, too quietly for a robot his size. He leans down and sideways into your view, looking carefully at your face with pale eyes.

"Long day?" He says gently, more gently than you think you've ever heard him. It rattles you to your core.

Moon steps closer, carefully, slowly as a lump forms in your throat and your eyes begin to burn and prick with tears. You try to keep it out of your expression and fail miserably as he gingerly places his hands on your shoulders.

He says your name, barely more than a whisper, and you shatter.

The first sob racks your body, and you collapse against him. He pulls you close as your legs give out, keeping you from falling to the floor.

There are no words for several minutes, just you sobbing uncontrollably as Moon holds you, rubbing circles between your shoulder blades. You cling to him while all of the stress and anxiety from the past few days boils over and pours out of you.

When you do speak, it's barely decipherable through your sobbing and sniffles.

"There's just so much- I can't- I just want it all to stop!" You cry, tightening your hold on your friend. "I can't- I can't-"

Moon shushes you gently, pulling you back and cradling your face in his hands. He swipes his thumbs underneath your eyes, catching your tears as well as observing the dark circles that should have lightened since he saw you last, not darkened.

"Breathe, Starlight," he murmurs, producing a tissue and handing it to you. You blow your nose, trying to do as he says, but your breaths are short and shaky, and threaten to turn back into sobs.

After several moments of this, Moon comes to a decision, and scoops you up into his arms. You cry out in alarm and he hushes you.

"No working tonight," he says as he lifts the both of you into the air by his wire, "you will rest."

"But I have to patrol," you argue between sniffles, "I'm at work, I have to do my job-"

"No." Moon cuts you off. "You have to rest. Not suitable for work. I will look after you."

"But what if something happens-"

"I can access cameras," he interrupts you "I will take care of anything that happens."

You don't get another chance to argue. He cuts you off anytime you try, and frankly, that outburst sapped what little energy you had left.

Moon brings you into the daycare, then up to his room, and before you can try to object, he has you swaddled in a blanket and rested in his lap. He removes your cap, setting it beside him on the floor, and cards his fingers softly through your hair, watching your sleepy expression. Though his face doesn't change, you can feel the softness of his gaze.

"Sleep, Starlight," he whispers. "Dream sweet dreams, that you may awake with a lighter heart."

You chuff a short, sleepy laugh. "Theater kid," you mutter.

Moon chuckles quietly, followed by a comfortable silence. You're past the point of trying to fight sleep, and your mental and physical exhaustion is overcoming you rapidly. As you drift off, you're fairly certain you hear him begin to hum a gentle lullaby.

You will sleep until your alarm goes off, the one you set on your phone to tell you when to clock out, after that time Moon conveniently "forgot" to tell you your shift was over on the night the power went out and the lights couldn't keep him on a timer.

Until then, Moon keeps watch over you, also checking the cameras in the background, but mostly watching your sleeping face. The way your eyes flit behind the lids when you dream. He wonders if you are dreaming of him, your friend, your protector.

He hopes your dreams of him are sweet, rather than terrifying.

[sc0tters]

Moving On | Adam Fantilli

summary: 4 occasions that Luca thought he was losing his best friend to Adam and the one time he realised it was both of you that he lost.

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 1.92k

authors note: I should honestly make a series called Maddie told Kei the idea and then I wrote it out. This is meant to be a platonic Luca pairing too. Also it is the start of angst week, you can find the masterlist here!

Luca wouldn’t have predicted this twelve months ago.

1

Adam had been flirting with you for weeks as you had paired up with the younger Fantilli boy “can I help you?” Adam asked as he turned to see you staring at him.

Your cheeks turned pink as your eyes went wide “sorry,” you were quick to apologise as your head dropped to look at your notebook “don’t be.” The boy slid his hand over your knee as he moved closer to you.

The distance between you two decreased “like it when you looked at me.” He confessed letting his breath fan against the shell of your ear.

When your head didn’t move it made the boy sigh “like to look at you too.” Adam added hooking his fingers under your chin as he forced you to look at him.

You smiled letting your eyes drop to his lips “what about Luca?” You sighed looking back at his eyes as the thought of your best friend quickly came to the front of your mind.

Luca had met you at a hockey game in Michigan and you traded Instagram handles causing you to hit it off. So it’s safe to say that Luca was more than grateful to see you at freshman orientation “what about him?” Adam always had to admit that he was jealous that Luca got you first.

It was clear he wasn’t interested in you romantically but that didn’t make Adam feel any better as he would watch you pull Luca out of the dorm desperate to have a gossip session with him.

What Adam didn’t realise was that you pulled his brother out for those conversations because you were nervous about seeing the younger Fantilli boy. He just never seemed to notice that you were wrapped around his finger “he’s your brother.” You reminded Adam causing him to laugh “never knew that.” His sarcastic comment had you rolling your eyes.

You moved your body towards his “I can’t do this to him.” You sighed making Adam push his head back in annoyance “why don’t you think about yourself or about us for once?” Adam crossed his arms like a child.

The boy craved an apology or something from you as he stared at you “about us?” You raised your eyebrows hearing that phrase come from his lips.

He nodded wrapping his arm around you “I like you y/n.” Adam mumbled cupping your cheek as he rubbed your warm skin with the pad of his thumb.

A grin formed on your face “I like you too Adam.” You confessed with your breath growing shaky when his nose hovered over yours “if you’re serious just kiss me.” You gasped feeling his hand drag across your waist as his lips captured yours in a kiss.

You groaned as you’re practically pounded out of your chest.

Luca was going to have to put up with this.

2

You and Adam were surprised to say that you lasted an entire two days before Luca found out.

It was the perfect time for you to come over as Luca had class. So you were sat on Adams lap smiling as the boy tucked your hair behind your ear “like this view,” Adam grinned watching you bury your head in his shoulder.

The door opened causing you two to whip your heads around “what is going on here?” Luca asked furrowing his eyebrows as he locked eyes with you both.

Adam was quick to squeeze your waist as he saw how tense your body grew “don’t get mad at her.” He blurted out as you got off of his lap.

Tears welled in your eyes as you watched Luca remain silent “hey don’t cry,” Luca sighed quickly wrapping his hands around your shoulders as he pulled you into a hug “you’re not mad?” You sniffled resting your head on his chest.

You didn’t realise how worried you were about Luca not being happy for you “of course not.” He mumbled placed a kiss on your head causing you to look up at him “no breaking her heart though.” Luca warned pointing his finger at Adam causing you both to laugh.

Adam held his hand out to you making you quickly drop your arms from around Luca “don’t plan on doing that any time soon.” Adam confessed placing a peck on your lips.

The older Fantilli boy was quick to regret his decision “you want to do that then go to your own dorm.” Luca made his stance very clear as it made you both laugh.

Now Luca loved you both, there was no doubt that you were both his favourite people. And that’s why he kept his mouth shut, his desire for your happiness outweighed his fear for being left behind.

3

You and Adam had been together for six months and you loved every single second of it. Which is why he was the first person you went to when you had the big news.

The soccer season you had in your freshman year was on that most people could only ever dream of, if there was a record you broken it, if there was a goal you scored it, everywhere you needed to be was exactly where you were.

So it was no surprise when you got offers from teams all over North America to come and play rather than going back to Michigan for your sophomore year.

Your feet dragged you along to Adam and Luca’s room as you knocked on the door so hard you swore you might bust it open “what’s up?” Adam asked almost being surprised when you nearly knocked him off his feet.

A squeal left your lips “I’m on the team!” You announced jumping up with excitement.

Adam had heard most of the conversations that you had with the teams that displayed interest in you so of course he knew about your favourite.

Columbus Eagles FC.

“what team?”

The voice pulled you away as your eyes went wide “oh hey Lu.” You remembered you hadn’t told him about it.

You knew how bad it sounded but you forgot to tell him that you weren’t coming back so now instead you were going to have to tell him that you were going to Ohio instead “I’ll let you two talk.” Adam placed a kiss on your head as he grabbed his shoes leaving you in the dorm alone with your best friend.

Trying to keep Luca happy whilst you worked on your relationship was tough, yes he was still your best friend but you were no longer as close as you once were “what are you talking about?” Luca grew nervous as you sat on his bed with him.

Your fingers raked through your hair “so some teams have been talking to me about joining them next season.” You began licking your lips as you tried to figure out what the right words were in this scenario.

How does one tell their best friend that they aren’t coming back to college? Luca’s cold fingers pulled you away from your thoughts “just spit it out y/n, I can handle it.” His words were soft as he started to connect the pieces.

A single tear ran down your cheek “I’m moving to Ohio Lu.” Your lips smacked as you expected him to be upset.

Luca’s heart broke at the news “that’s great!” He forced a smile onto his face as he pulled you into a hug. The worry of Adam leaving him was already hanging over his head. Luca never thought about you going “really?” You asked surprised that he wasn’t crying like you were.

If there was a moment for him to tell you the truth it would have been that one “I’ll come watch you play whenever I can.” Luca nodded smiling as he continued to lie to himself.

Luca still wanted you in Michigan but he was willing to settle for the move to Ohio.

Because for you? He only wanted the world.

4

You knew who you wanted Adam to get drafted to, the whole family seemed to want Adam there too. Whilst your boyfriend was predicted to go second to the ducks you hoped that he went third instead to the blue jackets “c’mon baby,” Adam smiled rubbing his hand on your knee as he shared your level of nerves.

Luca felt like the next few moments were a blur as when the blue jackets staff called Adams name the younger Fantilli boy pulled his brother into a hug.

Now Luca wasn’t jealous but he had to admit that it hurt knowing you two were going to be together whilst he was all alone in Michigan. Yes he was happy that you two were living out your dreams, but he contemplated if those cost was worth it “how you thinking about having a roommate?” Adam asked turning his attention to you as he smiled.

A laugh left your lips “have to think about it,” you joked pulling him into a hug before he could send a rebuttal in your direction.

Adam leaned down to kiss your lips causing the crowd to erupt into a louder cheer before you pulled away remembering that you weren’t alone “go enjoy this moment.” You reminded him patting his chest before he went to hug his parents.

It gave you the chance to slip into the seat next to Luca when Adam got his cap “you know we love you right?” You asked wrapping your arm around his.

You knew Luca needed a few words to be reminded that he wasn’t the front wheel of a tricycle in this relationship “I know.” He nodded tapping your hand letting out a soft sigh as Adam waved up at you guys like a crazy man.

If only Luca truly felt your love.

+1

Luca didn’t think it would hit him in the way that it did. Over the summer he didn’t think about you and Adam leaving him, he couldn’t do it without feeling sad.

But the day reality truly struck was move in day.

The first moment for Luca that felt off was walking into his room to see Rutger as his roommate, sure he loved Rutger but that wasn’t Adam.

Secondly it was when you started sending him messages asking about the room and how the boys all were, you topped this off with a picture of Adam getting you your morning coffee.

Now the moment that truly broke him was when he saw your old teammates walking down to the practice field.

His chest grew tight as your old roommate was now talking to the freshman that was taking up your old position, to replace you.

And before he knew it tears were strolling down his reddened cheeks as he went into panic mode “you okay dude?” Rutger asked turning around as he heard the sound of his friend crying.

An answer couldn’t leave Luca’s mouth fast enough so instead he just nodded “I gotta call her.” Somehow so few words said so much to the boys as they watched Luca run back to the dorm hall.

Luca’s hands were slick with sweat as he struggling to dial in your number as his eyes went blurry “hey Lu you okay?” You asked answering the phone call as you smiled.

But the sound of his tears quickly made you concerned “you got a minute?” Luca pleaded as his body slid down the door of his room as his arms wrapped around his legs.

“Always for you Lu.”

[lilyofthesword-writes]

What Should Be - Part 5 (Batman)

Summary: You have a loving family, a cozy home, a great job - What more could a person ask for? But what do you do when an injured man dressed as a bat shows up in your home in the middle of the night?

Pairing: Batman x Reader (Platonic or Romantic)

Word Count: 1,270

Warnings/Disclaimers: Blood, injuries

Counterpart: Alchemy (Please read first)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |  | Epilogue

Masterlist

You hacked and coughed, choking on the air you greedily gulped. Several hands held you down as you clawed the apparatus from your face. You continued to thrash when it was placed back over your mouth. Despite the attempts, you successfully wrenched it away. The plastic slamming to the ground echoed against the voices.

“Calm down.”

“It’s alright.”

“You’re safe.”

“We need a sedative.”

The hands left you only to feel a different pair cup your face. “Babe, breathe.”

You finally opened your eyes.

Your partner was the only one in your view. Their palms held your cheeks gently, neither warm nor cold. They merely existed. Their eyes were the same, filled with what was barely the essence of worry. Had they tried a little more, even just a swipe of a thumb over your cheek, you might have allowed yourself to believe this was real.

Shaking your head, you pulled back. The room housed a handful of people in scrubs. They looked like regular people, nothing memorable or extraordinary, as forgettable as a single person in a crowded city street.

“Babe, it’s okay. Look at me,” your partner pleaded.

You wouldn’t.

You tore the sheets off your form and stood, much to the dismay and surprise of the orderlies and nurses.

“You— You need to lie down.”

“You have a concussion.”

“Your leg—”

Scoffing, you unraveled the bandages encasing you. There was nothing. No head injury. No cuts, bruises, or broken bones. Nothing but the old scar singeing your thigh.

Your partner reached out, brushing your elbow. It was all they could do. You dodged their advance cooly.

“Babe, you need to lie back down.”

You held out your hand. “Keys.”

Their jaw dropped. “You— But you were in an accident.”

“Now.” Your tone allowed for no arguments.

When no one moved, you clicked your tongue. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t real. It was a dream. Your dream. And you would be damned if you weren’t going to be in control. 

You knew where you needed to go. Closing your eyes, you imagined the wharf and the old building, the chains and rusty gurneys, a hanging Batman and gear tossed on the floor. The air rushed around you. The scent of mold and salt filled your nostrils. 

You opened your eyes and were greeted with the sight of the Dark Knight. Although, he wasn’t bound like he was in the waking world. He stood, swaying on his feet, ready to collapse.

He called out your name, and his knees gave away. You rushed to him, barely reaching him in time. You struggled to keep him upright.

“Listen, big guy,” you huffed under his weight. “You opened my eyes, so to speak.”

His body only allowed a wheeze of a grunt in response.

You continued, “Now it’s your turn.” You shifted him, making it a little easier to keep him standing.

Batman’s head hung low. He felt even heavier.

“No! No, you don’t get to give up. Not now,” you pleaded. Your muscles strained, scar screaming. You couldn’t keep this up much longer. “You have to wake up. Please.”

“Babe,” Jesse’s soft voice washed over you.

“Wake up,” you tried again.

“Babe, don’t fight it.” 

Jesse touched your shoulders. You flinched away, burying yourself into Batman’s form.

“Wake up.”

“You were happy here. You still can be.”

He was right. You could be. You could live the life you should have had, the life you wanted before it was ripped away from you.

“Wake up.”

Batman grunted. His arms reached around you as he regained his footing. “Better— Better see you there.”

And he was gone. 

You were alone with Jesse. You could feel him behind you. He gently grasped your arms. The smooth, void touch sent waves of prickles across your skin.

“Don’t leave us.”

A smaller pair of arms latched around your waist. That just wasn’t fair. 

A rock settled in your throat, and you squeeze your eyes shut so tight, you can see white dots swim under your eyelids.

Grunts, curses, thumps, cracks — The sounds of a fight echoed around you. Slowly, you allowed yourself to look around. It’s all a blur. Streaks and red and blue along with one other darker figure danced across your vision. You blinked to clear it. It didn’t help. Nor could you sit up. Scoffing, you wiggled against the tight bonds that secured you to a flat, hard surface. The old gurneys… But maybe. If you could just— Shifting your weight little by little, you felt the gurney rock back and forth. Not that it helped much. 

“Don’t,” a gravely voice coughed nearby.

You blinked hard, managing to clarify your vision. It was him. He was awake. He was free.

At your side, Batman allowed the gurney to support him as he tugged at and released the leather strapped to your wrists. As he leaned over, his physical state was clear as day. He needed to get out of here. His hands trembled as they worked. Sweat droplets clung to the multiple days worth of jaw stubble. His breath came out it hot, harsh bursts. The gashes littering his body were concealed with dried blood, and you prayed to anyone listening that his wounds were not infected. 

He moved onto to your legs, allowing you to finally sit up. You watched and waited as Nightwing and Red Hood tag teamed the Djinn like dance partners who had been practicing for years together. You almost smiled when you noticed Red Hood’s firearms still in their holsters. He really was starting to get along with the others.

A shadow flashed in the corner of your eye. There were two…

“Behind you!” you gasped and reached out to Batman.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second Djinn was inches away from putting Batman into another coma. 

A silver flash shot across the room. The Djinn stumbled backwards. You dagger was implanted in its shoulder. Red Hood let out a grumpy, yet satisfied grunt before returning to his own fight, slamming a foot into his Djinn’s sternum.

Batman nearly lost his balance when spun around to face his assailant. You were pretty sure you heard what could only be described as a feral growl from him. It was like it gave him a boost. You could almost see the adrenaline surge through him. He sank into his knees and vaulted into the creature, shoulder first. It flew backward, a choking cough ringing out from it. Batman snatched up a strand of chains that had been used on him, flipped over the Djinn, and captured it.

Another roar tore your attention away. Nightwing had just kicked the other Djinn towards Red Hood who laid out a vicious head butt. That Djinn froze on its feet, a tiny trickle of blood growing on its forehead, before collapsing to its knees and then face.

You nearly ripped the last of the straps off your legs and hit the floor. Batman was kneeling now, breathing so heavily anyone could have heard him on the next floor down. His form swam in front of you. You shook your head to chase away the lightheadedness. It didn’t work out so well. You landed next to him, your arm on his shoulder holding you up.

“You good, B?” you asked.

Before he could answer, Nightwing was pulling you away and helping you to your feet. Red Hood was busy pulling Batman’s arm over his shoulder and hauling him up.

“Wha— Wait—”

“We need to get you both out of here,” Nightwing hushed you. “Lost too much blood. And Gordon will be here soon.”

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a new kind of romance, pt 5

part 4 | frosting

🍄 | could we? wood we?

“Oh look, a mushr-ooph!”

And then what was a breathless morning became a breathless morning smeared in mud and leaf-tangled hair and a pout the size of Metropolis sitting on Kara’s lower lip.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the outdoorsy one?” Lena laughed, and sure, her rosy cheeks and amber scarf hung around her neck and loose curls tumbling over her shoulders helped temper Kara’s flare of frustration at another thing gone wrong. And sure, maybe Lena was extra glowy because of the warm fall colors and that fought Kara’s own annoyance of slipping and tripping and falling - again.

But only barely.

Because while Lena was being her perfect, soft, perfect, kind, perfect self, Kara was powerless and awkward and now inelegantly in those same fall colors and pouting.

It had been a great idea a week earlier; maybe even the best idea Kara Danvers had ever had: a Saturday-morning hike with her very best friend to an outlook of the city painted in an autumnal palette followed by a stop at an apple orchard for some cider and cinnamon sugar donuts with that same very best friend, all ending with a viewing party of David Attenbourough’s soothing narration back at Kara’s tucked in close to - you guessed it - Kara’s very - very - best friend. It was flawless. It was perfect. It was exactly how Kara wanted to spend every Saturday for the rest of her life. Heck, every Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and… well, every day.

Except when she planned it a week ago, Kara hadn’t expected it to drizzle or that a National City crisis would burn out her powers.

So pout she did while Lena cautiously toed down the steep hill, dressed in warm flannels and a deep green jacket and gosh, she looked so pretty. How did she always look so pretty?

“Come on, there’s still a whole hill to climb,” a pair of pretty, unpainted lips said and Kara blinked out of her dazed stupor.

“Or maybe we can just call it quits and get cocoa and a couple sticky buns at noonans?” Kara asked hopefully, tucking her pout away.

“I can’t believe my ears,” Lena huffed, offering an outstretched hand. “Is Kara Zor El quitting on me?”

“No,” Kara huffed like a petulant child, climbing to her feet. The lower lip threatened to perch again. “It’d just be nice if, you know-oah!”

Words were ripped out from under Kara with the same slipperiness that sent her sprawling moments earlier. Only this time, she was met with a very different set of tangled limbs and breathless huffs because this time there was a flannel-clad Lena to negotiate.

And that negotiation might have felt exactly like the Princess Bride tumble if the Princess Bride tumble had been Buttercup (Lena) and Westley (Kara) tumbling together down a smaller hill covered in damp leaves with Buttercup (Lena) landing on top of Westley (Kara). 

Except there were some key differences. The biggest, Kara would argue, was that Lena was way prettier than Robin Wright. The next biggest was that their tumble was objectively far more romantic because Lena was laughing and tucking her face into the crook of Kara’s neck and holding tight at her waist even after they’d rolled to a stop and maybe Kara wanted to stay like this forever and ever, wet ground be damned.

Not that Kara romanticized things about her friend - her best friend. The word had never crossed her Pulitzer-prize-winning mind. This was simple platonic adoration. 

Because how could she not adore the dimples blossoming across Lena’s cheeks, or admire her laughter reverberating through their entwined form, or cherish the freckle peeking out from her disheveled scarf, or revere the way her lips looked so soft and pink, or delight in the lock of hair that her own hand reached up and tucked behind Lena’s ear.

And yea, maybe since her hand was already there, Kara let the pad of her thumb brush the smudge of dirt that sat along Lena’s creamy cheekbone because how could she not? And sure, maybe that gesture - that platonic gesture made time slow and Lena quiet with a sudden eye-locking focus before letting out a quiet, breathy sigh that made Kara feel things in ways that were certainly not platonic but definitely not not good feeling. 

And maybe it wasn’t fair that Kara was friends with the most perfect person in the whole world because maybe, just maybe, she wanted to romanticize the idea of tumbling down a hill together and landing tangled and breathless and watching with slow, agonizing curiosity as Lena’s lips drew closer (or was it Kara’s that leaned nearer?) because then if she did that - if she romanticized that, it might mean that maybe, just maybe they could, maybe they would-

“My hero,” Lena grinned, her cheeks rosy and breath warm against the chilly air.

And then there was the crinkle of leaves.

And then there was a ghost of Lena’s warmth.

And then there was a hand extended toward her.

“Come on Supergirl, we’ve still got a mountain to climb.”

And maybe Kara didn’t know how to say what she wanted, because of course it would be silly to ask Lena to stay and to sit in the damp leaves and to feel the cold creep up while the sun rose and climbed and set on them. 

So she didn’t say any of that. Instead she accepted Lena’s offered hand and swallowed hard against the uncertainty in her throat and carefully climbed the thirty-seven steps back to the safety of the trail.

Kara’s feet wavered once there, her whole self unmoving except for the way her eyes glanced between where they came from and where they were meant to go. And then she glanced back down the hill to where they’d unexpectedly tumbled and wondered why they couldn’t just keep down that path.

“You ok?” came Lena’s voice, having closed the distance with her brow furrowed in concern. “Did you hurt anything?”

Kara shook her head and pressed her mouth into a smile. “No, just thinking.”

Lena eyed her, a silent ‘about?’ lobbed, and if Kara looked hard enough she might have seen the cautious hope in the way Lena watched her. And if Kara had looked hard enough, she might have seen that cautious hope flicker and dim when Kara patted her own stomach.

“Do you think there are snacks at the top?”

And, already well-practiced, Lena broke into a smile, a small eye-roll of affection bringing a smirk to Kara’s own face.

“It’s amazing that even without powers you’re still this hungry,” Lena replied, taking the lead along the battered, well-worn path.

“It’s a gift?”

“Or curse,” Lena said with a quick backwards wink that made Kara want to tumble all over again. 

Instead she followed.

“We’re still stopping for donuts though, right?” Kara called, hurrying to catch up. Always trying to catch up.

- - - - - - - - - part 6 | cuddles