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inkykeiji · 2 years ago

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i love you - i know

anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

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It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #todoroki touya fluff #todoroki touya x reader #i rly enjoyed writing this waaaaaaah #tw stepcest

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smallgayblanket · 6 years ago

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Fresh Muse List

In case you guys were curious about my characters I have a big old list:

Egos:

Anti (Usually the softer kind, has green emerald glowings eyes which turn staticy blue when hes vulnerable/being open/himself. He can be an asshole though and does in deed take out bad guys with his knife.)

Jameson Jackson (Mute but does actually still have a voice- his vocals are in ruins and he's kinda dealing with poor eating making him dangerously skinny. He works as a bartender and has silver tipped brown hair that's a little bit longer than the others.)

Crank (Robot Ethan ego. He’s an utter mess- eyes sometimes fizzle out, joints stiff, has emotional issues. He also has a corrupted voice in his head that is real nasty when he pops up and sometimes takes over their shared frame.)

Blank (Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him. He has a rare heart issues which makes him prone to fainting and collpasing without much warning. Still, he tries.)

Jackieboyman (Super hero boy! Super buff, caring, kind, and tol. Lilac/Gold eyes. Little odd strip of red in his brown hair. The best voice. Works as a gas station worker to hide his identity (he looks great in the blue button up and glasses.) He.’s ftm trans. Sometimes I HC him as a phionex other times he has pretty golden whips of light.)

King of the Squirrels (Otherwise known as Simon. He’s a hybrid, Tail, ears. Omega. Very sweet, little skittsh and frzzled. Wears glasses and cozy sweaters- likes making nests and being out in nature. Loves PB but is actually allergic..doesn’t keep him from eating it though.)

Henrick Von Schneeplestien (Grumpy german doctor who lives off of coffee. He is willing to assist those in need and really needs to sleep.)

Chase Brody (He’s got his youtube channel and a bunch of positive vibes! He’s strugglign sometimes with depression but its not always so bad. Sometimes he had real bad migrains though, and he also suffers from chornic fatigue making his days shorter or hard to get teverything done.)

Wilford Warfstache (We know him, lover of bubbles and pink. Talks funny, loves candy. Chubby man.)

Yandere (Nonbinary somewaht MTF. They’re a real cutie, will punch dickheads without a sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..)

Were-Eth (Ethan got bit by a werewolf and now deals with that. Basically an Ethan muse with a small twist. He’s absoultely adorable with the tail and ears and sharp teef.)

Mark (Abused and kidnapped by Author My Mark is a little bit softer then the guy he’s based on. He’s a little bit shorter and alot more anxious and unsure of himself thanks to Author breaking him down. He’s vcovered in lots of scars spescfially his wrist’s and does not like water much. )

Bing. (Tries his hardest to be good, bit glitchy but he’s chill. He tries to skate, and jokes wen nervous. He’s pretty sweet though.)

Edward Iplier (Absoulte adorable dork, He tries to help everyone and anyone no matter what- I’ve kinda fallen in love with the idea of him only having one arm but that’s only one of many ideas. He loves space, he’s chubby and also loves food. He’s got a prety neat aura ablity too.)

Robbie. (Soft grape zombie boy. He’s sweet and innocent as ever. He’s easily th e shyest of the bunch and doesn’t always talk to much. He loves getting affection though and is always eager to please.)

And meet my OCS! Some of them are old- and alot of them are new! There's a little description for each just to get your interest~

Quinton (A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian.)

Ori ( Very pure angel boy AU of the angel half of Q - a little androgynous when it comes to clothing he/him sometimes they/them.)

Zeno (A DJ with a somewhat secret love for dancing too. Only has one arm.)

Lumi (Ghost boy- literally- he died and he’s kinda like Danny phantom in reverse- he can turn solid but eventually has to rest and turn back to being unable to interact with objects)

Eztli (Pretty grump guy who was cursed by a witch to be immortal- although it made his blood kinda..weird..)

Gallio (Strawberry Hipster guy- A photographer who also has hypoglycemia)

Aomi (A blackberry witch- hes not very great at spells yet but he tries!)

Lucas (A moonstone gem perma-fusion. Quite a nervous wreck.)

Eme. (A smart scientist. Human. Nothing special.)

Chris. (Camp leader! He’s based off David from camp camp but hes far more buff and hes not so over the top. He has his own green house and is part dryad.)

Alex (A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia)

Locus (Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music)

Lir(A Tiny Octopus/Human boy!!)

Reese (Passionfruit bab! Literally. He kinda contains passionfruit pulp but don’t cut him open!!! :< Or do if you want weird angst >_>)

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god. One eye. Uses notes to communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois- These boys are pocket sized! though sometimes I do like to think about them being human sized ^^.

Kiyan. (A little assistant android. Created to assist! He works at a post office currently. Pronouns do not matter to him though its usually he/they/it.)

Tobias. (Made of hair gel. Eats soap. Someone stop him before he gets a tummy ache. He/him.)

Hinto (Guy made of foam slime- He was kinda based off Remy aka Sleep from the fanders.)

Glowstick bubs (They are tiny boys who glow like well- glowsticks but also lavalamps, very pretty to look at. and theyre nocturnal!)

Theo(A tiny ink creature. He makes a mess but hes adorable.)

JellyBubs! (A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, The main one being strawberry aka Jeri. They dont mind what you calm them but usually they works best.)

Miel (A tiny little bee boy! He makes honey.)

Moyachi (Cactus boi!! Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people)

Apocolyse Squad:

Long story shot: The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race. I have loads of stuff to talk about for this gang of 6:

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat! Can talk to animals. Nonbinary/genderfluid.)

Hamrish Benat (Also goes by Hami/Hayden. He/him. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. Super soft boy. Loves soap cutting videos (and doing it himself) and bears/plushies - Has an arrange of cute face masks. Is a trained nurse and learning to be a pediatrician.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole lets leave it at that.)

Andy Peters (Strong, kind. Kind of like Tyler Scheid, He/him.

Adrian Géarán ( Real anxious. Gets bullied alot. bit of a weakling/cry baby to some. Has a pretty shit immune system struggles with food and sleep.. He has a Demon esc-Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. He loves iron man. He/him.)

Liren Pichi (Deaf peaches n cream boi- Nickname Pichi. He wasn’t part of the squad- however he did end up landing on their planet- he had some rough encounters with the aliens ^^)

Neighbours AU:

These guys all live in the same little cul de sac

Lynx is from planet Ananke.

They all live on the new homeworld, Ermioni. (Its basically earth just a few more creatures live there and the government is less of a mess.)

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia (She/ her. A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls..)

Lynx ?? (She/her/they/xe/ xir An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral) Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws? Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of point ass teef.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth ( A six-armed demon. Grows flowers on his skin based on emotions. He’s a huge mother hen, will care for anyone. Enjoys cooking and gardening and children. He/Him)

Rhys (They/Them. A Demon with a great curiosity about humans) Feri (The sibling of Ryhs)

Anthos (Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler.. He has a cute tail and tinnny horns. He/him)

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly (He/Him A regular chubby human bean! Loves baking and music.)

Donovan Amores (He/Him/ Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart- is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish (moved when young.))

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation (Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (They/He/Him Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (He/Him. Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (She/her/they/them. Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Has a cute little jar necklace ^ a proper sized magic jar. Doesn’t mind whatever pronouns but usually prefers he/him/boy.)

Luca (FTM Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books…Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois:

Cypress (The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Doesn't mind what you call him but usually leans masculine.)

Unicorn boi (Yet to be fleshed out. Hes got very rare blood- lost his horn and lives with a giant inside of a bubble? He/him/it)

Fyn. (Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin in a fire caused by humans.. He/him)

Fie. (Bat boy. Love fruit. Is ironically scared of the dark- shy but cute. He/Him)

Moh. (Fairy/incubus hybrid. They/them)

Tucker. (Bunny hybrid- cool guy with bunny ears and a tail. Soft white patches on his chest. Got a bit of an attitude but is chill- is also friends with Ainsley. He/him but is usually mistaken for a girl because he by bunny standards is..)

Ainsley. (Fawn boy. Wears glasses. Much like a deer, skittish and nerdy and keeps to himself. Tries to keep Tucker out of trouble but usually ends up dragged along instead)

Experiments:

Izekiel Iris (A being of Paint! Stutter, anxious, hallucinates. Zones out alot. An amazing artist though. He/him though has feminine tendencies.)

Matty (An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol and cute. Hes very quiet, selectively mute on occasion. Lots of scars and trauma, scars on his arms and constantly needs to wear bandages. Very easily tired. he/him.)

Nes. (Based of off Crankgameplays as face claim but he’s basically his own thing at this point. He’s been through alot of angst and trauma and some really nasty stuff ^^’ (He killed his parents, the ice cream truck driver tried to abduct him, he was experimented on in a very bad place, and now he's an utter wreck who will cling to anyone who gives him the time of day. He has murder tenancies but is full of guilt and hates whenever he hurts anyone. Lots of panics. Very hard to handle if you aren’t patient.)

#muse list #oc list #character #ocs #//dont steal my bubs <3 #//but do come ask about them!!!!!!

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