#happy heroes fanfic

[1ntotheark]

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hi. take sorta angst-ish fanfic kalo and careful/Xiao ^_^ anyway!! here it is for you kalo and careful shippers!

before you read, this will give a slight spoiler for s. 7.. and i dont have all the names correctly so uhm! YAAAA (im so mentally stabled.) also, I will keep switching careful's name around from Xiao to careful.. enoy ig!!!

I swear i can write better than this.

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The night goes by as Xiao/Careful watches the stars. Another night of mumbling to the stars, talking about his issues as if maybe.. It was Kalo. He sighs as he puts his hand up in the sky, wishing he was still here. It felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest everytime he thought about Kalo, a death he couldn't handle. As if for everyone else, they’ve already somehow moved on, but Careful, it only felt like the days have darkened even more. It felt lonely without Kalo, but he somehow always managed to bottle up the feeling and block it out of the way. Just keeping it all to himself until the night, talking to the stars. Smart and the others had already noticed something was off about Careful, especially the way he reacted after kalos death. They all knew that Xiao was the closest to Kalo, because of how careful made Kalo felt welcome to their home even after nearly killing Xiao, Kalo felt less lonely and called planet Xing his 2nd home. Careful actually felt like he had someone who understood him, not saying the others didn’t.. but he always felt left out, until kalo came around. Even within days, it already felt like Kalo and Careful had met for years. A smile that actually shows happiness without it being “weird” or ugly. A real smile.

Xiao closed his eyes as he sighed, hoping maybe kalo would just.. suddenly appear.

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The silence had gotten loud.

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“Careful.. Careful..!!!” A familiar voice said as they shook Careful, trying to wake him up. Xiao slowly opened his eyes, it was already morning..? Did Careful fall asleep..?? It seems like he slept pretty late last night.. he still felt tired as he slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, turning to the voice who had woken him up. Careful tries to make out who the figure was due to just waking up.

“Thank god you’re awake.. god, you fell asleep outside for the whole night! I was worried you might have gotten yourself sick or something.. how are you feeling right now?? Why the hell did you even decide to sleep outside..?” The familiar voice said as careful tried to make out who the figure was.. cyan flaming hair.. shades/glasses above his eyes (bro idk what they’re called 🙁).. gray skin tone.. blue eyes.. Xiao's eyes widened as he recognized the figure who was currently scolding him for falling asleep outside. Was this.. real? Xiao slowly tested up as he stared at the figure, quickly pulling the flaming hair figure into a hug.

The flaming hair figure goes quiet as he gets pulled into a hug. He was confused as if he had never seen Xiao act this way.

“..Huh—?? This is.. new..??? Man, are you ok??”  The cyan flaming hair figure asked. Xiao on the other hand remains quiet for a moment before mumbling ‘is it really you.. Kalo..??’. Kalo only stared at Xiao, being even more confused as he slowly hugged Xiao back. 

“Ya..??” Kalo responded before feeling Careful tightening the hug a bit. Kalo on the other hand only felt more concerned for careful as if he had never seen him act this way. Physical touch is definitely not Xiao’s things.. This was definitely something new and odd, though Kalo would only give a light smile before patting the SHORTER FIGURE on the back slowly. They both remain quiet for a moment. It felt like carefuls dream had come true. Kalo was back. He was still confused on how Kalo was back, but he didn’t want to question anything. The only thing Xiao wants right now is just to spend as much time with Kalo as possible.

“Is something wrong??.. Did you have a nightmare or something? You don’t normally act like this, not even to me.. I’m not saying that I’m currently not enjoying your hug, though it feels a little strange for someone like you to hug me??..” Kalo said as he continued to pat him on the back. Maybe this is a one time thing, who knows! Careful only remained quiet as the hug got a bit tighter. He felt like he was about to tear up, but managed to keep his feelings out of this moment. After about 5 mins of Kalo being concerned about the fact Xiao hugged him out of nowhere while remaining quiet, not answering any of his questions, Xiao finally pulled away from the hug. 

“Anything you wanna do together today.?” Xiao mumbled as he looked away. Careful would often stay indoors in his room, just with his Rubik’s cube and Kalo (or maybe Kalo as a Rubik’s cube). Kalo only stared at Careful even more confused and concerned, but yet, also surprised, “You’re not acting like yourself today, are you sure you’re ok?? Are you one of Careful’s doubles???”. Careful looking up at Kalo as he shook his head and lightly chuckled, Xiao noticed that he was acting pretty off today too. 

“Maybe it was all just a nightmare” Careful thought to himself as he remembered kalo’s death. He was relieved that it was all just some nightmare. 

Kalo smiled as he listed off the things they could do,“Well anyway, to answer your question.. I don’t really have any plans today so hmm.. I know! We can train together right now for a bit before maybe going out on a walk!!! After that or maybe while walking, we can stop by somewhere to get a drink or snack!” Careful would just give a light smile and nod in response. Since they’re already outside, they’d only get in position, standing across from each other before getting ready to practice their skills

After the training and stuff, the both of them took a small break before heading out.

As they were walking on the street, Xiao’s facial expression remained the same, but as for Kalo, he was happily walking next to Xiao. Later, he took Xiao’s hand and held it, Careful’s eyes glanced down at their hand before looking at Kalo who was just walking happily. It caught Kalo’s attention that he was now looking at him.

“What? Am I making you uncomfortable or are you still not used to holding hands?” Kalo asked Careful, Xiao only continued to stare at them before the both of them stopped. Careful broke off the eye contact and remained quiet, making Kalo assume Xiao was actually uncomfortable and slowly let go.

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Xiao’s grip tightened when Kalo was slowly letting go of his hand. Careful felt slightly embarrassed for wanting to hold hands with Kalo, so he tried to avoid looking at Kalo. Kalo was even more surprised, but he let out a light chuckle before they continued walking. At sudden points, Kalo would point out some interesting things happening on the street as they walked. Xiao remains silent, his replies would often be his expression on his face. 

They later stopped by an ice cream shop and lined up for ice cream. While lining up, Kalo had to go use the restroom. Xiao tried to tell him to stay for a bit longer, but Kalo ran away a little too fast and went to the restroom. Careful was next up in line for ordering ice cream, he stared as the person in front of him finished ordering, now it was his turn..

The cashier first gave a quick welcome before asking what careful would like. Careful looked at the flavors as he waited and hoped kalo would come back soon. It’s been about 1 minute since Kalo was gone, he had decided what flavor he wanted, but right as he tried to order, he wasn’t able to form any sort of words. It was now looking like a staring contest between Xiao and the cashier. The silence only got louder as the cashier waited patiently, it felt like his anxiety had recently kicked in. Every second that passed by, it felt like it had only gotten worse, praying that Kalo would come back anytime now. Finally, about another minute passed by, Kalo quickly ran back in, now next to Careful and ordered and paid for the ice cream.

After paying and getting their ice cream, they walked out of the store with it. Kalo ordered a watermelon flavored ice cream, while careful had chocolate ice cream. As they continued to walk while holding hands and eating ice cream, they both heard someone scream. Careful quickly ditched everything and teleported his way there. Kalo on the other hand caught Careful’s ice cream and was deciding if he should ditch everything like careful or finish it and not waste money.. he couldn’t shove everything down because he wanted to eat with respect, but at the same time, someone’s life is in danger and they just brought the ice cream. It would be a waste of money..

When careful finally got to the location, a woman was being held hostage as a blade was pointed straight at her. The purple figure was the one holding her hostage and said he wanted to “challenge” a warrior named kalo.. he looked.. familiar.. it looked like he was also from planet Adri star/阿德里星. It suddenly hits him. The purple figure was the same guy who put kalos life at risk, nearly killing kalo on the day he died. Xiao felt his blood boiling, remembering what happened during the day Kalo died.. Strange how someone’s emotions swapped so fast, knowing what the hell someone was planning and quickly went to attack them. Was Xiao strong enough? 

The purple figure noticed how Xiao suddenly appeared close to him as he was getting ready to punch him, though he dodged just in time. Xiao continued to teleport around, making duplicates of himself as anger rushed over him. The purple figure lightly chuckled before managing to figure out which one was the real careful, it looked like he looked over at someone before dodging away, catching Careful’s attention. Before careful could even glance over in the same direction, a poisonous blade-ish thing was thrown and cut him a bit in the arm. Careful tried to catch himself as he was falling from missing the attack, but the cut was suddenly burning. It felt like when you put alcohol over a scar, but even worse. That’s when Xiao remembered that the knife looking-like item was poisonous. PTSD hits hard, he soon realizes that if he doesn’t get up right now, things might end up like during the day Kalo died. He could hear the 2 figures talking and chucking at each other, but he couldn’t make out what it was. 

Careful quickly gets himself back on his feets, getting ready to fight. He made duplicates of himself before they all charged at the 2, trying to attack them. Some of the duplicates manage to miss, but as for others, they were only able to hit the both of them a few times before getting hit or thrown. When careful was about to attack the purple figure while he thought they were distracted by the duplicates, he got caught real fast and was punched in the chest, his body nearly hitting a building wall but someone caught him.

“You should really take a break, I’ll take it from here.” Kalo said with a serious voice tone, but yet gave Xiao a light smile before gently placing him down. Careful’s eyes widened as he tried to stop Kalo from fighting, but Kalo quickly went into attack the 2 figures.. mainly the purple one. They both flew up into the sky and attacked each other. Careful quickly transformed and went to help kalo out by distracting the other figure who looked like a midget.. but ugly as hell.

As all 4 continue to fight, carefuls arm pain only got worse before being forced to put his “robot” away (ion even know what it’s called atp). The 2 fought with each other on foot, but only for carefuls body’s to weaken even more. More and more scars appeared, yet they were covered in poison. It only caught kalos attention as he fought the purple figure, kalo managed to knock him out for a moment before taking care of the midget figure (that’s what I’m gonna call him atp). 

It looked like someone else also had a major anger issue once they saw their closest friend being injured badly. Kalo was NOT forgiving the midget for hurting his bf (best friend.. 100%) like that.

After Kalo took care of the midget, he turned back to look at careful who looked like he was about to pass out. The purple figure chuckled as he morph his hand to the laser beam shooter and slowly powered it up, getting ready to shoot. 

“Say bye bye!” The purple figure smiled. Right as he fired, Xiao quickly dropkicks him, causing him to miss. kalo quickly flew over there and tackled that man to the ground. Kalo sighs as he knew his time was coming close due to how much energy he used while fighting with this purple thing. He glances over to careful as Careful’s eyes widen in fear. Praying it isn’t what he thinks is about to happen. Kalo took off his shades/glasses and left it on the floor, while careful on the other hand couldn’t do anything due to the poison reaction.

“No.. Nono Nono..” careful quietly mumbled as kalo flew up in the sky to space while holding the other bitch in a choke hold. Careful begins to tear up a bit as he remembers what happened.. how kalo died. A panic rushed over him as he tried to get up, but his body was too weak for it. He stared at kalo who was already pretty high up, before an explosive sound occurred.

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Xiao sat up quickly, now in his room and on his bed. He was sweating a lot before holding his head and shaking it. What a horrible, but yet, nice nightmare. 

Careful was hugging his kalo plush as teared up a bit as he breathed heavily, it felt like he just had an out of body experience from his dream. Smart was standing by the door, admiring his beautiful self as always and soon realized careful had woken up. He calmly walked over to Xiao who for once looked like he was about the cry.

“Are you ok?? I found you passed out on the floor outside this morning..” Smart ask. Careful looked over to smart before taking a deep breath in and bottles up the feeling again. He only replied with a nod and looked over at Smart, who seemed pretty concerned for Careful. One moment he looked like he was about to cry, but then the next moment he managed to just push the feeling aside as if that never happened. 

“You know, it’s ok to express yourself right? We all know that Kalo’s death had a huge impact on you and how ‘strange’ you’ve been acting lately. You don’t have to keep everything to yourself, maybe sometimes you just.. need to let it all out, Xiao..” Smart said as he sat on Careful’s bed. Careful only broke off eye contact with Smart and stayed quiet, staring at his bedsheet and hugged his kalo plush tightly. He didn’t know how to respond, but the only thing he could do was nod.

“Just call me when you need anything..” Smart gave a light smile as careful glanced up at him. It reminded him of Kalo. 

Smart got up and walked out of the room, slowly closing the door. As soon as smart walked out, careful opened his drawers and took out Kalo’s glasses/shades.

“I hope you’re in a better place now, maybe one day we’ll meet again in a 2nd life. Still wish you were still here instead of dreaming about you.” Xiao mumbles as if his dreams were the only way he could feel like kalos by his side again.

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[runraerun]

Steddie Amnesia Fic — 3/3

Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

wc: 3k | rating: T | cw: head trauma, brain injury talk | a special thank you to @dame-zoom-a-lot for betaing! <3

The days following Steve’s Houdini act are fuckin’ tense, to say the least.

Eddie had messed up. Royally.

He could’ve sworn that when Steve took off, he’d ducked into the Recovery Center, y’know, the place he was supposed to go! If Eddie had known Steve took a detour and missed the building entirely, Eddie would’ve ran a lot fucking faster than he had. Especially after…

Well, no point in shying away from it anymore; after Steve confessed his love for him.

And how did Eddie return the favor? By being a total bone head and losing Steve for the entire goddamn day! Not to mention a good chunk of the night. Jesus… It’s no wonder Robin’s still sore.

Now, in Eddie’s flimsy defense, Steve had thrown him for one hell of a loop. One that Eddie was still seeing double from. He’s still having trouble wrapping his head around what he’d heard; Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington, King of Hawkins High, being into Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson, the drug-dealing ne’er do well hailing from the Forest Hills trailer park. Forgive him for finding the threads a little difficult to tie together! He’s not exactly Steve’s usual fare.

But it had happened.

Things have fundamentally, metaphysically, allegorically and subatomically shifted between the two of them—there’s no getting away from that, no matter how long they try and dance around this.

Steve said he loved Eddie. Love.

That isn’t something you just move on from. At least, it isn’t something Eddie can move on from. Especially when he didn’t even get to say his piece!

The trouble is that Robin’s in all-out guard dog mode with Steve, keeping Eddie at arm's length even after a whole goddamn week goes by. Sure, she’d accepted his apology (albeit begrudgingly), but she isn’t exactly keen on letting Steve out of the house without her by his side—much less with Eddie. It would be kind of heartwarming if it weren’t so goddamn annoying.

Steve isn’t some damsel locked away in a tower, and Eddie wasn’t some knight in shining armor, planning to scale the side of a stone tower to avoid the sleeping, fire-breathing dragon…

But as Eddie stares up at the fire escape attached to the side of Steve and Robin’s brick apartment building… he'd be lying if he said he didn’t sort of feel a little shiny.

Part of Eddie can’t believe it’s really come to this, but… he just can’t stand the idea of wasting another goddamn night tossing and turning, going over and over Steve’s words in his mind. Thinking about the way Steve’s hand felt in his, the way his eyes went all soft when he told Eddie he—he loved him…

Jesus H. Christ, this is way beyond his skill set—he’s way out of fucking league here, but there’s nothing for it. Eddie needs to settle this, once and for all.

So, he takes his bandana from the back pocket of his jeans and presses the flat of it to his forehead while his hands make a tight knot in the back. He zips his leather jacket as high as it’ll go and gives his hands a shake to try and get the jitters out.

It’s not exactly a helmet and plates of armor, but it’ll have to do. Eddie takes a breath, steels himself, then climbs on top of a precariously stacked pile of milk crates that he’d crafted and leaps for the steel ladder. As soon as his feet leave the plastic tower, it collapses under him, clattering to the ground. Eddie knows he shouldn’t look back, but he sneaks a peak over his shoulder and… yep. He really shouldn’t’ve looked. He’s not that high up, but it’s enough that if he falls, he’d be feeling it tomorrow. Might even bust an ankle if he landed wrong.

He turns back to the task at hand; getting to Steve.

There’s a terrifying moment where he’s not sure if he can pull himself up, but somehow, he finds the strength to do just that. If only Coach D’Amour could see him now!

He grunts as he pulls himself up onto the platform, belly getting scratched against the grates as he goes. Eddie scrambles to get his legs underneath himself. Then, he stands, dusts himself off and takes the win, graceless as it was.

The fire escape is rickety and fucking loud as he takes the steps two at a time. It’s cold enough that even the quickest touch of the steel railings drains all the heat out of his fingers, so he just keeps them balled up, swinging at his sides. The wind is especially chilly up here too, something he hadn’t noticed on the ground, but now that he’s up a couple of floors there wasn’t anything for the wind to buff off except the side of the building and, well, Eddie.

By the time he reaches the third floor, his nose is running and no doubt red and irritated looking, and he’s woefully out of breath.

Kind of a pathetic knight, he thinks as he sniffs back the worst of it, wipes the underside of his nose on the sleeve of his jacket to get rid of what’s left.

The light in Steve’s room is on, reaching out to him through the lines of Steve’s shut blinds.

His hand is raised, wind-chapped knuckles knocking against the glass of his window before he can plan out what he’s going to say. He just wants to see Steve. Get eyes on him again. Work this out.

It’s a painful few seconds before Eddie can see movement from inside the window. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently waits for Steve to let him in. His breath fogs the window.

Then finally. Finally! The blinds are pulled up. He smiles and—

Oh Christ on a cross. That’s not Steve.

Eddie’s stomach damn near falls out of his ass as the woman on the other side of the glass screams, as shrill and high as if she were next to him.

And of course she’s in a fucking towel.

Eddie slaps one hand across his eyes and the other up in surrender, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Shit, Jesus, I—I’m not a pervert, I swear!”

Debatable, his brain supplies, entirely unhelpful in an emergency situation. But hey, what’s new?

“I was looking for my friend, not—Please stop screaming!” He screams.

“Eddie?” A familiar voice calls from below.

The hand on Eddie’s eyes lift and looks down through the metal grates under his boots. “Steve!”

Steve’s hanging half out his window, peering up at him with a bewildered expression on his face. “What’re you doing?”

Eddie holds his arms out like it should be obvious. “Seeing you!” He snaps.

Eddie’s attention is briefly yanked back to the scandalized looking woman in the window in front of him. “I’m—yeah, I’m gonna—” He backs away, and swings around the escape before thundering down the stairs, shouting another apology up in his shameful retreat.

Steve backs up in order to let Eddie in. He climbs in as gracelessly as ever, all knees and elbows, stiff from the cold. He slides the window shut behind him once he’s in, dropping the blinds for good measure.

He wonders if Hopper is getting a call about a long-haired, wild-eyed, deranged looking peeping Tom at this very moment.

“Smooth.” Steve says from behind him, an edge of playfulness.

When Eddie turns and finally gets a good look at Steve, who looks especially comfortable in his flannel sleep pants and worn sweater, hands on hips. “I was looking for you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Steve snorts softly, “third floor, remember?”

“I counted! Ground floor, first floor, second floor, third floor.” Eddie says, using his hand to indicate his pattern of thought, moving it up a tick with each floor.

Steve scoffs, shaking his head. And even though Eddie knows Steve’s laughing at him, he can’t help that warm feeling that pours through him, filling him up. All his cracks and edges, sealed up with Steve’s effortless being.

“No.” Steve raises his own hand, mirroring Eddie’s. He begins notching as he explains, “ground floor, second floor, third floor. The ground is the first floor, dude.”

Eddie frowns. “What? Since when?”

Steve levels Eddie with a flat look. “Since like, the civil war, dude.”

Huh. Eddie frowns. Mulling over the new bit of information. That would’ve been nice to know.

“Why were you even doing out there in the first place? We have things called front doors. And, y’know, phones.” Steve crosses his arms across his chest, losing a bit of steam as the words left him. Like he’s realized exactly what Eddie being here, in his rooms, meant.

“I had to see you.” Eddie says, like it’s not the most obvious thing in the world, “Face to face, just me and you.”

“Can’t we just—I don’t know, pretend all of… that never happened? Hell, it might drop out of my head one of these days anyway. Lots of shit does.” Steve’s says, sounding so fucking defeated that it sends a sharp pain through Eddie’s chest.

“Hey,” Eddie makes a face, gets in Steve’s space, “don’t be a jerk to yourself.”

He ducks his head in an attempt to meet Steve’s downturned gaze, which he reluctantly returns. He’s got these big, warm eyes, the color of dark honey—the kind that are hard to look away from, so Eddie rarely does. He’a got a staring problem, he knows, but… damn. Can you really blame a guy?

A nerve in Steve’s jaw jumps when he clenches his teeth together, and salt pools begin forming along the rim of those familiar eyes. When he speaks, it’s stiff. Barely above a whisper. “I’m embarrassed, alright?”

“You don’t gotta be embarrassed, man.” Without thought, Eddie’s hands go to Steve’s arms, fingers hovering around his elbows. Eddie tilts his head again to try and keep eye contact again but Steve seems determined to avoid it.

“Easy for you to say.” Steve huffs, and sits down on the edge of his bed, slipping out of Eddie’s hold, arms still crossed over his chest. “You didn’t totally humiliate yourself in front of your—friend.”

The word, one in which Eddie holds in a most sacred of views, sounds distinctly hollow when Steve says it.

“Steve, listen to me, just for a sec, alright?” Eddie gets down to the floor, one knee buried in the carpet while the others bent out in front of him. “This is my fault.” He confesses, voice full of remorse.

Finally, Steve looks at him. His brows twitch together as he makes a face. “Bullshit.”

“No, it’s true! I—I didn’t mean to, but I’m not exactly big on the whole impulse control thing, as you know, and, thinking back on things I probably… I probably let a few things slip.” Eddie explains, his rings clinking together lightly as he gestures with his hands.

Steve, however, doesn’t look any less confused. He blinks. “What?”

Eddie lets his head fall forward in a moment of defeat as he attempts to gather up his fleeting thoughts. It’s like chasing wet, feral cats up there!

Still, he picks himself back up. For Steve.

“What I’m trying to say is…” Eddie puts his hands on Steve’s knees. Feels the warmth under the soft, worn flannel. The hard muscle. Alive, whole. He tightens his grip. “Steve, I’ve been crazy about you since the first time I ever saw you. Don’t roll your eyes—I’m serious! You sat in front of me in math one year and you forgot your pencil. We were having a test that day, and you asked me if you could borrow one of mine, so I let you have the one I was using. You chewed up the end of it, squashed the eraser to all hell, but then when you gave it back to me, you smiled, thanked me and said, ‘I owe you one.’ It—okay, yeah, so it sounds, like, really small, and probably pretty pathetic, but… I was totally starstruck, man.”

At some point in his little spiel, Steve had uncrossed his arms. So Eddie takes the opportunity to clumsily take Steve’s hands, his insides feeling like a kicked hornets nest. Buzzing. He swallows. “I still am.”

Steve keeps his mouth shut, but there’s a knot in him that’s loosening, Eddie can tell. He’s just gotta keep tugging. He squeezes Steve’s fingers.

“The feeling was cranked up a few hundred clicks because of all the, y’know, near death experiences we went through together. But you get it now, right? You get how this is all my fault?”

“Eddie, you don’t have to—” Steve starts, hands stiffening in Eddie’s hold. Slipping away. But Eddie holds firm, decides to just fucking say it. If Steve could, Eddie could too.

“I’m in love with you too.” He blurts out, and now that he’s said it out loud, it’s like there’s a dam that gets busted inside of him; he can’t stop the rush of words that follows the confession. “That’s what you were seeing. That’s what you were noticing. I thought I was being slick, just keeping it friendly or whatever. Flirting, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d ever actually reciprocate. Because, honestly man, I’m not really used to people taking me all that seriously. ‘Zany, pot-head Eddie, can’t trust anything that comes out of his crooked mouth!’”

Eddie shakes his head, scoffing at his own blind spots, “But… you saw right through that shit—right through me. You didn’t make it up in your head, Steve—you felt it. You were right.”

Steve’s got a funny look on his face, but he nods. A lock of hair falls over his forehead, but he doesn’t remove his hands from Eddie’s to fix it. “You love me?”

That’s like asking if the sun would rise tomorrow morning. Of course. Of course.

Eddie pulls one of Steve’s hands and flattens it onto his chest, over the leather.

“Every time my heart beats, it's your name it calls out, man.” Eddie says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he sees the red creep up on the apples of Steve’s cheeks. “D’you feel it?”

Steve gives a breathless chuckle, hesitating for a split second before he nods, playing along.

Electricity hums under Eddie’s skin, the resulting static snaps in the air around them. Eddie presses Steve’s hand against the wall of his chest a little harder, so that he can feel the pounding a bit better. Then Eddie whispers in time with the rhythm of his lovesick heart, giving it a voice, “Ste-vie, Ste-vie, Ste-vie…”

He keeps chanting until Steve’s grinning, eyes glued to their joined hands. It’s a fleeting thing, though. Eddie watches as that hard-won smile drops and a pinched look takes its place. “Even now? Eddie, I’m not—I don’t think I’m the same person I was before.”

“Are you kidding me? Especially now. In sickness and in health, right?” Somewhere in his brain an alarm sounds, but he doesn’t pause long enough to acknowledge exactly why, lest he lose momentum, “look, Steve, even if you are a little different from the guy you were in high school, you’re still you.”

A beat passes. “What if I never get better?”

“Steve, you will, the doctors said—”

“But what if I don’t? Jesus, Eddie, what if I get worse?” Steve’s voice had gone progressively more hushed as he spoke, as if he were so afraid of its possibility that even voicing it felt risky. Made it real, even in that small way. It’s something Steve’s thought about, Eddie realizes. Agonized over, even.

“Then I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to take care of you.” Eddie says, sure as shit. Truthfully, he can’t think of anything else he’d rather do, even if Steve hadn’t done a completely insane thing like falling in love with Eddie. His love isn’t conditional. “S’long as you’ll let me.” He tacks on.

It’s like a wall crumbling. Brick by brick, Eddie watches Steve’s resolve collapse. The rim of his eyes shine with unshed tears, his brow relaxes and his chin twitches. “You sure you want that?”

He scoffs, eyes wide. “It’s all I want.” He answers, quickly. A reflex. Who wouldn’t want to be with Steve Harrington? Eddie thought he was lucky just to be in the same fucking orbit as the guy, but now…

Now, as he watches a smile slowly spreads across Steve’s face—fucking Adonis incarnate—it feels like he won the goddamn lottery.

“Okay.” Steve utters, so softly that for a second Eddie thinks he’d imagined it.

“Okay?” Eddie asks, trying his damndest to keep from imploding. He’s fucking vibrating in his skin.

Instead of answering Eddie, Steve decides to clarify himself by leaning forward and pressing his mouth against Eddie’s.

Fireworks go off inside of Eddie, every inch of him. All lit up. Feels like he’s shining just as good as any knight.

One of Steve’s hands snake their way behind Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer, while the other remains held over Eddie’s jackrabbiting heart. Their lips part, and their kiss deepens. Eddie tries to keep up.

They eventually end up on Steve’s narrow twin bed laying side by side, legs entangled, kissing until their mouths go dry. Eddie swipes a calloused thumb over Steve’s cheek, savoring the feeling of the barely there stubble, the heat from the blush that never seems to subside.

They don’t speak for the rest of the night. Not even a ‘goodnight’ after Steve crawls over Eddie to flick off his bedside lamp, tugging the comforter up around their shoulders as he settles back into the safe harbor of Eddie’s arms. They don’t need words. Not tonight, anyway. Tonight, all they need to do is to rest.

Whatever comes after, they’ll deal with it together.

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[bella-babyy]

Percy Jackson is a golden retriever boyfriend

Leo Valdez is a chihuahua boyfriend

Jason Grace is a boy cat boyfriend

[winter-rossie]

Will is upset. Nico wants to comfort him. He doesn't know how. So, he is saying what Will once said to comfort him. Will finds comfort knowing that his word meant something important to Nico. He is now happy because Will wants him to be happy.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Virgin Pro hero Deku who -despite being a little over thirty- is still clueless as to how he should speak or act around girls.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who is unable to maintain a steady relationship or even keep one going for over a couple of weeks because it never feels right.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who doesn't believe in casual hookups like one night stands, even with the countless admirers throwing themselves at his feet.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who's a hopeless romantic, spends most of his free time fantasizing about a perfect future with the perfect woman and building scenarios after scenarios of the happy life he dreams of having. Only, he can never assign a face to his perfect lady because he is yet to encounter her.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who wishes to one day have a kid of his own, a thought that often visits him but leaves a bitter aftertaste behind, as he is nowhere near it.

Virgin Pro hero Deku whose mind went completely blank for a millisecond before spiraling out of control the moment he saw you as he found himself inexplicably drawn to you, and his pathetic state only worsened since he didn't know how to properly approach you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who spent weeks following you from afar, has finally found the face to his once faceless perfect woman.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who is a total klutz, was unaware of your eyes following him back, nor of the shy smile appearing on your face everytime you sensed him nearby.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who could not muster up the courage to talk to you, almost passed out the day you spoke to him for the first time.

Virgin Pro hero Deku whose palms became clammy and throat became dry— the moment you stood face to face with him, only nodded to your suggestion for a cup of coffee together as he did not trust his voice around you yet.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who soon came to realize that a mere glance from you is more lethal than the deadliest of villains he encounters daily.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who was certain you are the one for him the moment you laced your fingers with his and pulled him closer for a shy kiss goodnight as you both stood on your doorstep.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who kept smiling like a fool afterwards because the feeling of your lips against his own was addictive, he wanted more but was too shy to ask, regretting his cowardice the moment you walked into your house and closed the door behind you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who rewinded that moment in his head all night long as he laid down in bed, still smiling while tracing his lips with his fingers and wishing you were there with him.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who couldn't believe his ears when the words "I love you" left your lips one evening, so casually, with a giggle following suit. He grabbed your hands and stared into your soul as he wordlessly anticipated to hear it again, and he did.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who stood nervously before you, eyes roaming your luscious curves while watching eagerly as your dress slid down your body and hit his bedroom's floor, fully exposing you to him.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who was lost at that moment between his burning desire for you, and an extreme embarrassment for the throbbing bulge he could not conceal behind his palms.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who dug deep inside his mind for any distraction that could keep him from cumming hard in his boxers as you dragged him to bed with you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who moaned loudly against your neck while feeling the softness of your velvety walls for the first time in his life.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who refused to cum before guiding you to your own release, the hardest test he lived through as the overwhelming pleasure you both experienced was too much to resist, it was addictive and irresistible, keeping you both awake all night long as you explored ech other's bodies until you no longer could move a muscle, gasping for air and holding onto the other firmly, unfazed by the sticky mess connecting you together.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who's always been grateful you were his first, is now certain you'll be his last as he blissfully watched you walk down the aisle..

Divider by: @/cafekitsune

[mielplante]

a lil highschool au dabihawks comic <3 🧋

[moonlitshines]

fragile hearts.

bakugo katsuki x f!reader

angst, hurt and comfort. toxic rs (?) happy ending.

aftermath of the screaming competition you’ve had with your boyfriend last night.

Synopsis: You and Bakugo were dating for years already but having a romantic relationship with him doesn’t mean that he’s less meaner to you. Yesterday, he was really tired from training and overworked. When you tried to take care of him, he snapped and said hurtful things for the nth time. This has been happening over and over already.

You were laying down on the bed while scrolling on your phone. Him, on the other hand, is busy with his computer, playing a game and acting unbothered. Both of you refusing to talk to each other.

You heard him sigh to himself. His focus shifts ever so often during his match as he sneaks a glance at you from his peripheral vision. He knows he snapped at you yesterday, but at the same time he was frustrated and tired after having practiced the same move over and over for hours on end. That was no excuse to snap at you, of course, but he’d never admit that. But even while feeling a pang of guilt in his chest, Bakugo keeps his mouth shut and continues to watch his match.

The game comes to a pause and he looks over again at you. The guilt starts to eat at him more as he thinks about what he said to you yesterday. He feels the urge to say something, but his ego and pride holds him back from doing so. He sighs to himself again before deciding to talk to you.

“Hey.”

You didn’t, however, said anything and just keeps scrolling on your phone. That made him want to approach you, thus he sits on the bed right where you are and gives you a sidelong glance. Seeing you scrolling on your phone and looking like you don’t want to talk to him, you heard him sigh to himself again.

“Hey, can we talk?”

You just took a quick glance at him, “About what?”

It’s not like you really don’t know what he wants. He didn’t fail to notice how you respond curtly. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re still mad at him or not, but he chooses his next words carefully. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s being defensive towards you.

“I want to talk about yesterday… because I know I got a little heated and… said some things I shouldn’t have said to you.”

He keeps his eyes on you, trying to read your expression to gauge what you’re thinking. He is honestly pretty worried that you’d give him a negative response… and quite honestly, that you’d just ignore him and not talk to him at all, which he honestly thinks he deserves but still doesn’t want to happen.

“I just… need to get my head focused and I kinda lost my cool,” he says quietly as he struggles with his words. Bakugo isn’t good with verbal emotions but he really wanted to express himself to you without saying the wrong things.

“It’s fine. I apologize for bothering you, too. Sorry, I’ll let you focus now,” you muttered.

“Is that it?”

You didn’t fail to notice the frustration in his face as he said that. He wasn’t sure if it’s because you’re not even remotely forgiving to him and you’re just going to disregard his attempt at trying to talk to you… or if you’re not interested in talking at all. Either of those two things makes him extremely frustrated as his ego is telling him to just ignore it, but his heart is telling him to keep going.

He furrows his eyebrows and grits his teeth while holding back the urge to get snappy with you. He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists… thinking carefully on what to say next.

“No… I don’t… I can’t just…” he pauses and looks at you for a second before he grabs your wrist, “…Don’t just say ‘it’s fine’ and brush it aside.”

He moves closer to you and looks you in the eyes. He is really trying hard to get you to say something more than just ‘it’s fine’ right now. He needs you to say something… anything. He doesn’t like this kind of tension between you two, especially since he is the reason for it.

He tightens his grip on your wrist slightly before continuing to speak. This clearly shows how frustrated, worried, panicked, and guilty he is with the whole situation.

“Please… talk to me. Don’t act like you’re just okay with it because I know you’re not.”

You were looking down, trying to act fine when it really wasn't, “It’s fine, Katsuki. Really,” you said in a low voice so he wouldn't notice your voice shaking.

He scoffs with frustration at you. He hates how you keep just saying the same thing over and over, as if you can’t even be honest with him. This whole situation is really testing his patience.

“No, it’s not fine. You won’t even talk to me!”

He says while gritting his teeth and furrowing his brows. He is trying really hard to not lash out at you, but you’re really pushing his buttons right now.

You scoff and almost rolled your eyes as you heard him. You recalled what exactly he said yesterday when he snapped at you, you were just doing what he wanted and now he’s still gonna snap at you for doing that? Shouldn’t he be happy?

“I’m just not meddling with your business.”

He lets go of your wrist as he leans back and runs his hand through his hair as he tries to rein in his frustration. He is honestly getting to the boiling point at this point because you are not saying what he wants to hear.

“You’re not gonna mess with my business? You’ve always meddled in my business,” he says dryly. He can’t even help but chuckle bitterly at how hypocritical that sounds as he feels the irony of the whole situation.

You didn’t respond. This is what happened last night, too. You know for sure he’s gonna keep going and repeat all the things he already said. Like what always happens.

He scoffs silently to himself as he looks at you, “You’ve always been around me and now all of a sudden you don’t want to meddle with my business?”

You were keeping your head on the ground, trying not to snap because you know it won’t help. And it’s his job, not yours.

“Isn't that what you wanted?”

He furrows his eyebrows as he gives you a perplexed look. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to get at, which is even more infuriating for him.

“What do you mean what I wanted? I never said I wanted you to not meddle with me,” he says in a slightly annoyed tone as he looks at you with a sharp glare.

“Yeah, that’s not what you said last night,“ you replied, getting tired of him acting like it’s not his fault why you’re acting this way.

He scoffs as he looks away, clenching his jaw. He didn’t expect you to bring that up so casually. The memories of what he said last night came rushing into his mind and honestly… he is starting to regret it.

“…That’s not what I meant… you know that.”

“It is pretty much what you meant. There’s no way you didn’t mean it one bit when you brought it up so many times.”

“Can’t you just forget that I said those things?”

Hearing that, you scoff and roll your eyes. Forget it? Just forget everything he said? How can you just forget it when everytime he snaps at you, it was the same thing he says over and over? There’s no way he didn’t mean it, right?

He can hardly reign himself in anymore. The frustration and agitation is getting the better of him. He is clenching his fists so hard now with a murderous glare in his eyes. He looks like he’s about to explode at any second from this whole situation.

“Why are you acting like this? Are you really that petty because I said some shitty things?”

He raises his voice and steps even closer to you, his eyes fixed on your face. At this point, he’s already lost his cool.

He continues, his voice is getting louder and louder as he talks.

“I told you to stop meddling in my business, so what? All of a sudden you’re acting like I told you to piss off and not talk to me anymore?!”

You scoff for the nth time this day, “I’m just minding my own life. Like you told me to.”

His grip on your shoulders tightens as his fingernails dig into your skin, it starts to hurt. The tension in the air is so thick you can cut it with a knife. He’s clenching his jaw so hard it looks like he’s about to gnaw all his teeth at this point from how strained he is because of all this.

“Katsuki.. you’re.. hurting me. Please, let go,” you said weakly, almost whispering. You closed your eyes shut as you felt his grip just tighten even more, you were already feeling his nails digging right on your skin, despite wearing a sleeve.

He just scoffs and lets out a dry, bitter laugh. He tightens his grip on your shoulders even more as he locks you in place. He continues to glare at you as he speaks with a cold and sharp tone.

“Why? You deserve it. If you’re being difficult, you should expect me to be rough back at you,” he said as if he was out of his mind.

“You’re so frustrated you don’t care if you hurt me?” you asked as if you don’t already know the answer, considering how he acts right now and whenever he’s tired and snapping at you.

“Let go, please. You were hurting me verbally.. through words.. just a day ago. And now you're.. doing it.. physically. You don’t even care anymore?” you muttered in a weak tone. You were tired and you can’t take anymore of this anymore.

He furrows his eyebrows and his grip on your shoulders tightens even more. He clearly doesn’t like you bringing that up, but he keeps his cold glare on you as he continues to respond.

“You still deserve it and should’ve seen it coming for you acting like this. After all, I gave you a way out when I told you to forget about it, but you just kept acting so damn cold.”

Your eyes just widened at his response. He’s.. not thinking clearly. I deserve him hurting me physically because I did what he wanted? Because I chose to stay out of his business like he told me to? Was it my fault?

You couldn’t take it anymore. You keep your eyes shut, preparing yourself to ask the question you never thought will cross your mind.

“Katsuki, at this point.. shouldn’t we just.. end this?”

He stops and freezes as he hears that word come from your mouth. He looks at you with his eyes wide as he feels a wave of shock go through his body.

“End this..?”

He says with a disbelieving tone. He can hardly believe the words that just came out of your mouth. With that, he lets go of your shoulder. You put a hand on it, considering how it hurts so much. He was gripping it like he intended to make you bleed.

As he lets go of your shoulders, he steps back, staring at you with a surprised and disbelieving look.

“What do you mean end this? Do you…”

He stops, the words getting stuck in his throat. It’s almost as if his mind can’t even process it.

“Do you mean end our relationship?”

He says, his voice sounding strained. His eyes are locked on your face, searching for any answers to the hundreds of questions swirling in his head right now.

You didn’t say anything, and your silence was his confirmation. He stops and stares at you. He can’t believe what you just said. It feels like someone had just suddenly ripped his heart out from his chest.

“Why…. Why do you want to end this?”

He asks, his voice hoarse and weak. He feels like he’s about to collapse from the wave of disbelief and shock that just hit him.

He steps closer to you and grabs you by the shoulders, looking at you with a desperate look. He just can’t understand what you’re thinking, and is desperately trying to cling onto anything that can salvage this whole situation.

“Can you just… can you explain why…?”

He says, his voice cracking from trying to hold back the emotions in his chest right now. You shut your eyes again. You chose to ignore the pain in his voice because you know how weak you are when it comes to him.

“I tell you what’s wrong, that you hurt me. You mock me and try to make it my fault. This just keeps happening over and over again. You don’t want to change, that’s why it’s happening again and again. It’s tiring,” you finally said, finally saying what you have been holding back out loud.

He falters as he hears you say that. His grip on you loosens as he stares at you, trying to process the words you just said.

“I…. I hurt you? Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

He can’t help but look at you, his expression now looking like a mixture of guilt, regret, and disbelief in himself. All this time, he thought you were just fine and didn’t know that he was hurting you with how he was acting.

You try not to roll your eyes as he asked that, “I did tell you! All you replied was that I deserve it!”

He stays silent at your reply. That’s right. You did tell him. He remembers now that you did, but he got so caught up in his anger that he brushed you off.

“…I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quietly. He doesn’t know how to make this better anymore, the regret of his actions now weighing heavily on his chest.

He steps even closer to you, his arms now reaching out to wrap around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest. He buries his head against your shoulder, his grip on you tight and desperate as he tries to hold back the flood of emotions in his chest right now.

“I… I’m so sorry,” he finally said.

It’s as if he’s at the verge of sobbing right now. He feels so guilty and remorseful for what he’s done to you, and now it’s all crashing down on him at the thought of losing you.

You didn’t do anything as he hugs you, didn’t hug him back. You just let him.

His voice is weak and shaky as he struggles to keep it together. His body is trembling from the mixture of emotions in his chest right now as he continues to hold you tight against him.

“Please… please tell me I can fix this…” He whispers against your shoulder, his voice raw and strained as he clings onto you, desperate to hold on.

He keeps his head buried against your shoulder, his hands gripping the back of your shirt tightly. It’s clear that he is trying his best to rein in his emotions right now, but he is on the verge of breaking down due to the guilt and regret that is crushing his chest right now.

“Please…. I’ll do anything, just don’t… don’t end this,” he practically pleads with you, his voice cracking slightly from his struggle to keep it together.

That was your last straw. You sighed, knees starting to give up. You were weak. Weak when it comes to him. You can’t handle it when he shows his emotions.. his vulnerable side. You’re weak and so hopelessly in love with him.

You didn’t say anything but wrap your arms around him, hugging him back and burying your face against his chest.

The moment you hug him back, he lets out a shaky exhale of relief. It’s at this point that he lets go of the last of his self control, and just breaks down into your embrace.

His whole body trembles as he clings onto you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as he buries his head against your shoulder. His body feels like it’s collapsing at this point as all the emotions in his chest just come out.

His chest is heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his body and mind overcome with an overwhelming tsunami of emotion.

“Please... I’m sorry... I’m so s-sorry...”

He keeps repeating it apologetically as he hugs you even tighter, his hands clenching the back of your shirt. It’s like he’s scared that if he lets go of you, you’ll just disappear and leave him forever.

“I promise... I’ll change. I’ll do anything to be b-better for you... Please, j-just.. don’t... leave me....”

It was your first time hearing him talk like that, admitting that it was his fault, and that he will change. For you. It was the first time you see him act like this. He was scared to lose you. So scared. And you don’t want to leave him either. Despite all the things that happened and what he did, you can’t help but want to be the one who stays beside him, protect him, take care of him, and love him.

“I’m.. holding you onto that,” you muttered in a soft, weak voice.

He nods vigorously against your shoulder, his arms around you hugging you even tighter. There’s a slight sense of relief in his body now after hearing that you’re not leaving.

“I will... I promise,” he says, his voice shaky and vulnerable as he holds you like he’s holding onto dear life right now. He has no plans of letting you go any time soon.

He takes a deep breath as he continues to hold you tightly in his arms. His body is still trembling slightly as he clings onto you, the whole emotional outburst leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. He continues to bury his head against your shoulder, not wanting to let go just yet and wanting to stay like this with you for as long as possible.

[zelekhia]

Tuxedo Cat :3

I bet when Damian was thinking of names for Danny his new nemesis one of his ideas was Kaito Cat...

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy Birthday to Damian Wayne!!! A fanart for a fanfic where the brothers got reborn as Reverse Robins and kept all their memories. So Damian, now the eldest, adopted a more cheerful Robin persona knowing that the Gotham before Grayson needed hope and until his other siblings show up, he would have to BE that beacon of light. Though the fic has been in hiatus for awhile.

Not gonna lie, a happy-go-lucky Damian was hard to imagine, but the image of him holding his arms out to comfort a civilian had long been stuck in my mind. In the end, I went with this design that's a lot less sharp, yet more welcoming than his original Robin uniform. With only hints of his true self scattered throughout. I also like how he's doing his best, but it's really not his style. Lol. That's why beneath the mask, he's awkward.

-Bubbly💙

[nuttersincorporated]

After the Leave Together Ending

The Princess and the Protagonist have left. However, the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound remain. Of course they do, only a small part of them broke free and left the Cabin together. The Protagonist didn’t kill the Shifting Mound and they left the Hero and the Contrarian behind when they departed.

The Hero was right, the other voices didn’t take long to turn up. The Princesses came too. Some we know from the game and others are new.

At the heart of the Cabin sit the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound. Look at them one way and you’ll see two separate beings, side by side. Look at them another way and you’ll see them overlap and melded together. No matter how you look, you’ll see that they love each other.

Sometimes, a bit of the Long Quiet or the Shifting Mound will brake away and become their own person. This does not diminish the Long Quiet or the Shifting Mound in any way. If you take something from infinity, you still have infinity left.  Some of those people choose to re-enter the whole, other stay separate.

The Smitten and the Damsel are never far from each other but they do have other friends. The Smitten writes epic poems of courtly love, all dedicated to his beloved. The Damsel sings and paints beautiful pictures. If you ask her, she will paint you and show you what you look like (there are no mirrors in the Cabin).

The Stubborn and the Adversary fight and fight and fight. They’ll stop to chat with the others if anyone wants to talk though. It’s a weird relationship. It would be horribly unhealthy for anyone else but it works for them.

The Nightmare gets a bit of a wide berth from most the others but she is loved too. Sometimes, she rejoins the Shifting Mound other times, she hangs out with one of the newer Voices. He’s called the Phobophilia (lover of fear) and he loves her dark creativity.

The Cold is learning to feel again, the Paranoid is learning to trust and the Hunted is learning how to feel safe.

The Cabin is no longer a prison; it is a heart, a home and a world. It grows and changes to fit the needs of those who live within it. They can leave if they want to but most choose to stay.

If they do leave, it’s almost always a Princess and a Voice together. The only expectation was the Contrarian. The Contrarian left alone; they were also the only one who came back.

The Hero and the Thorn are thinking about leaving together. They’ve been in the Cabin a long time. Hero and Thorn are friends with everyone. They’ve helped make this Cabin a home for them all. However, any of them can do that if they want.

It might be time for a new adventure, outside of themselves and where they aren’t in control of their whole world. Hero and Thorn haven’t decided yet.

There is Cabin in the Woods. The Cabin is a heart and the Woods are a body. They are the Shifting Mound and the Long Quiet. They are one being, they are two beings and they are many beings all at the same time.

This is a love story.

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[bkdk-and-extras]

Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.

Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.

They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).

In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.

He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.

Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.

Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.

So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.

Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?

[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]

@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)

[mayunagioia]

The real monsters were her parents

[blondejellykitty]

₊♡ ˚⊹ nothing scarier than falling in love ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ percy jackson x hades reader ୨୧ as much as percy tried to persuade you to admit halloween was scary, it wasn't as scary as admitting your secrets. a/n: (1.9k words) no mention of y/n. I'm actually proud of this. This is self indulgent so hopefully it comes off as authentic lol. !!! happy halloween !!!

Percy Jackson is a feared and famous demigod. 

He has defeated his enemies with nothing but his willpower and his sword. He is the definition of a true Greek hero. His strength and loyalty to Olympus proves that, but also his courage and intellect inspires others around him. 

Percy defriended almost everyone in camp or rather everyone in camp wanted to befriend Percy Jackson nevertheless as much as you wanted to deny that you both were friends, that would be a lie.

You’d heard about him as soon as he’d come to camp, and since then you've been unfortunately hearing about him from practically everyone you talk to.

From your two siblings, to training partners, to professors, even your own father! Lord of the underworld was not exempt from the gossip around the wonder of Percy Jackson.

So it was safe to say when the two of you finally did meet, you were rather rude and short tempered with him.

And even though he’d fought ares for less and held a grudge (shortly) against Clarisse, not even Thalia was safe from his rebuttals to their unwanted angst towards him.

Percy never seemed to mind when you’d dug deep into him with your words and glares. He stayed friendly and laid back throughout all of your intended torture. Which only made you dislike him more.

After a few years and a couple wars you two were practically inseparable. Never one without the other, you’d die before admitting it but you and he both knew you would let go of his hand for almost two weeks straight after he'd been kidnapped by Hera. 

You often wonder when the line blurred between you boiling hate and jealousy of him to whatever it was that you were feeling now.

If you had told yourself two or three years ago that you’d be spending a festive holiday with Percy Jackson and his family willingly. You probably would have called Mr D for a mental check, yet here you were.

You were borderline drowning in blankets, sitting on the couch in Sally Jacksons living room. The TV was set on the Netflix profile screen waiting to be started.

You could barely see the coffee table anymore, drinks, candy and other snacks piled on top threatening to fall off. And Percy, standing at the doorway that connected the living room and kitchen to the hallway leading to the bedroom. 

All the rumors of his beastly nature in the battlefield, and the constant reminders of his dangerous power circled in your head. Both things you’d first hand witness during the war against mother nature herself.

His power rivalled that of some minor gods, and everyone including him knew that. But from where you were sitting he looked adorable not that you’d ever utter those words out loud of course but still he was the epitome of lovely.

Standing in the doorway he wore green striped pajama pants and a sea blue graphic shirt as well as the most horrific blue fluffy socks.

He was leaning on the open arch of the door, his head bent down in a way that looked uncomfortable to speak in hushed whispers to his mother.

You could faintly hear him promising Sally that Leo’s invention had been tested before and that you’d both be fine and able to watch the TV without monsters showing up unannounced.

There were a few more whispers you couldn't make out before finally he promised you both would stay quiet as to not wake Estelle who’d gone into a sugar coma from the earlier trick or treating. 

The promise made you giggle. For the first time in your whole life you finally felt like a normal teenager.

Having a sleepover with your friend, something rather mundane that you’d never got to experience seeing as camp had rather strict rules about that kind of thing.

Spending the majority of your life inside the safety of camp half-blood you missed out on various experiences, most of them you didn't even know about until Percy explained them all to you.

Exactly like today, Halloween.

A holiday you’d heard other campers talk about but it was spoken so out of context or without explanation that you never truly learned what it was.

When you had told Percy this, it never occurred to you that he would make it his hellbent mission to introduce and spend every holiday you'd previously missed out on.

Even at this moment you don't know how he got you to agree to indulge him in a Halloween themed movie night.

He claimed the third best part of the festive day was the holiday movies. The first being the costume and the second being the candy.

You drew the line at dressing up. It seemed completely ridiculous never mind the fact you promised him you both would next year.

Seeing your ignorance for holidays and most mortal things, it was safe to say that included movies too.

Ever since Leo’s new gadget doing something to the TV’s frequency half-bloods are able to indulge in technology. Camp was basically buzzing when he’d made multiples, Percy had already shown you his most favourite films and ones he thought you would like, you begrudgingly admitted he was right.

Now there seemed to be a list he made of all the festive ones he planned on showing you most of them you’d already forgotten the names of.

Being pulled from your thoughts. You bid goodnight to Sally as does Percy before he almost runs back onto the couch next to you. He was ecstatic to have you here.

Not only would he not shut up about every little thing he had planned to show you but because every time he would glance over at you he’d say exactly how happy he was you were here and every time he’d have the goofiest grin that made your stomach flutter. Which was borderline disturbing.

You'd always thought that the whole heart pounding, butterflies in the stomach, weak in the knees thing was utter lies. That it was nothing more than hopeless romantics wishing for something more in this dull life.

But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise when Percy would look at you, with his beautiful ocean eyes waiting to see your reaction to whatever he'd asked you, you had to physically fight your knees to stay standing.

And it definitely wasn't as if you were looking at him like he was the most gorgeous person to grace the earth, no of course you weren’t.

Even though you would happily burn every museum and art gallery to the ground just to replace it all with paintings and statues of the absolute beauty that currently sat next to you.

Even you couldn't deny that ever since he was in your life everything seems just that little bit better, okay it was a hell of a lot better..

Everywhere he goes he leaves a trail of lovesick people behind.

He's too good looking, that's what it is. Too handsome, too alluring for his own good. 

You knew it was bad to think but the amount of gods and goddesses he'd been in contact with.

You honestly couldn't fathom how any of them could not fall utterly in love with him.

After thousands of years of existing, they were blessed with meeting him in all his glory and they just let him go? Maybe Luke was right; they were all fools.

You usually hated how much like your father you were.

You’d gotten his aura making other campers scatter away from you. His rather pessimistic view and his grumpy attitude. But still you hope that you are more than mere godly genetics can make you.

All this went out the window of course, the day you saw Percy Jackson and your half-brother Nico. You couldn't hear what the conversation was about but you could tell whatever it was that Percy said meant something to your brother.

It was a sweet and friendly moment but seeing Percy be kind and genuine with Nico flipped a switch in your brain.

No longer cloudy with resentment for the ocean boy but another feeling filled its place. A feeling that made you vow that you would hold onto him and not let him go. 

You too were blessed with meeting Percy Jackson the hero and savior of Olympus and unlike all the other love sick onlookers you wouldn't waste it.

You would fight tooth and nail to keep him safe, happy and content... and close to you. Obviously.

He'd come into your life rather abruptly but slightly unwelcomed, but now after so many late nights staying awake during quests, secret weeks spent in Greece together, exploring both your and his father's realms side by side.

You didn’t think you could live without him. The days would seem hollow and uncanny.

You could feel a lump in your throat form at the mere thought of waking up forever alone.

Dark, cold and lonely. So familiar to you but not entirely recognizable.

"You alright, shadow?" Percy tilted his head like a puppy.

How oddly fitting for him, you thought as you shook away your inner thoughts and tried to focus on him which was far easier than admitting.

"Why wouldn't I be?” You swallowed away the thought. “I am the one with the sweet corn"

You plopped another small candy in your mouth.

"Candy corn" he corrected lightly.

Joining you under the blue blankets "and I only ask ‘cause you were staring at me pretty hard" he smirked, turning to face you.

You scoffed at him reaching for another candy bag to try on the coffee table.

"Yeah well, you are my sexy boyfriend" You whispered so lightly as if admitting a secret.

Percy jolted forward so quickly it was as if he was struck by lightning. His eyes wide like the size of the sun.

"D- Did you just ask me out? A- And complement me? At the same time" You felt yourself frown suddenly shifting as if trying to be casual.

"No, no. You misheard me" You shuffled yourself into the couch trying to make yourself smaller.

With an eye roll from Percy and a failed mean glare from you. He takes it upon himself to further torment and embarrass you.

"Nuh uh, I heard it loud and clear shadow. I’m your sexy boyfriend" He gloated, leaning closer to you.

"Well, I do think you're the most divine man the world has ever seen." She paused and took him his stunned face before continuing "but you didn't hear it from me"

Even though your heart was practically clawing its way out your chest. The discomfort of laying out your honest truths. The blush spreading from his face to his neck was worth it all.

He gulped so loud even you could hear it, making you breathlessly laugh.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes softened as he spoke.

Unfortunately for him and thankfully for you it seemed your brain caught up to the rest of you. 

"Nope. Now, are we going to watch this Corpse Husband movie or have I turned your brain to mush?" You say lifting the blankets looking for the tv remote.

Trying to distract yourself from the utter overwhelming urge to do something hopelessly romantic.

"Corpse Bride, love" Percy corrected sweetly before instantly finding the remote and picking the movie.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. That you didn't pull away from in fact you let yourself snuggle closer to him.

With words and without actions you knew he knew how you felt. Which for once in your life having someone know what your feeling didn't feel as terrifying as you thought it would be.

[valewritessss]

Why is it that most of the time they either make Annabeth seem like Percy’s mother or they make her a tool for him to be more angsty and dark and disregard all of her character and trauma? Can we normalize making them equals

[reinedeslys-central]

"Leo, not to offend you or anything, but I can't see shit."

Leo scoffed. "Wow, must be pretty bad if you, of all people, are swearing. Hey, maybe it's because -" quick as a minx, he shot his hand out and -

"Wha- hey!"

-stole the glasses out of Jason's hands. Which is. Something you never do to people with glasses, seriously, Leo? Glasses are literally everything to people who need them?

"- your glasses are dirty as hell, bless your heart. Let me get that for you." Leo continued, unfazed by Jason's yelp and raised eyebrow at Leo, of all people, cleaning.

But as Leo's perpetually grease-stained fingers gently prodded and turned his glasses, Jason found himself wondering if that was maybe unfair of him.

Calloused, nimble hands danced over the wire frames, before pulling a microfibre cloth (and how surprising was that) out of yet another pocket to erase each smudge with care that not even Jason gave his glasses.

They were lying close enough that Jason could see Leo's hunched shoulder and furrowed brow, the sliver of petal-pink tongue poking through the corner of his mouth as he gave Jason's old, tarnished wire glasses the same attention he'd give any of his newest machines. He was close enough to touch the stray curl that fell across Leo's forehead, that he kept blowing away. Close enough to smell that old smell, of syrup-sweet grease and woodsmoke and water. Close enough to hear Leo's pleased little hum as he inspected the frame a final time before straightening and raising his hands to park them right back on Jason's face.

"Better?" He whispered, and Jason didn't reply. He couldn't.

The stars really were beautiful.

"What did you do to these?" He said, finally. "I've never seen this clearly before. Maybe on new-glasses days, but.."

Leo grinned. Jason looked away.

Time and space might have a shot at diluting that burning of his. There was a reason no one went blind watching the stars. But Jason would never be far enough to escape that smile. Like the stars, like the galaxies above, it was about as inevitable as a supernova.

Leo leaned over. "That's the thing, darlin' -" — and Jason's chest went thump — "I've got it all. Perks of being the one-and-only super-sized McShizzle."

Gods. Maybe Nico was right when he said there was clearly no accounting for taste.

He cleared his throat. "Well, thanks anyway. Just.. give me a little warning next time. I could've decked you for stealing my glasses, y'know."

Leo only laughed and leaned back against their blanket. The light from the waning moon fell across him, highlighting his nosebridge, his half-lidded eyes, the spot where his jeans hitched around his knees in his artless sprawl.

Jason let out a shaky breath, and copied him, reclining to give himself a better chance at drinking in the sky.

The stars were beautiful. That much anyone could admit.

..Leo was the most beautiful of them all.

outtake from 'burning like a glowing star', this new valgrace fic I'm writing. (yes, yes I am borrowing vibes from xdinary heroes. the song is called pluto and you should absolutely listen to it).

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