#im so sick hold awn

[thepenguinclub]

it's raining, it's pouring

drarry, soft, fluff, rain, just harry and draco and the rain and them in love, no dialogue, short

Wordcount: 1,548

Summary:

Harry and Draco at night. It's raining. They are in love.

im sick and sad and wrote this within the last hour. enjoy.

no warnings.

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Raindrops slid down the window of the train, reflecting the light from the cabin against the black of night. They split and merged calmly and methodically, stopping and starting and dripping as if they had no care in the world. They didn’t, Harry supposed. They were raindrops.

He wondered what it would be like, being a raindrop. One in a billion, racing and running down a train window with no thoughts, and no dark lords, and no Slytherins curled up in their lap, cold nose pressed into their neck.

Well, Harry thought as he gazed down at Draco’s calm face, lax in sleep. Well, he wouldn’t be very jealous of that last one. He quite liked the warm weight of Draco in his lap, and the sound of his soft breathing, and the hand that was loosely curled into his jumper. He shifted slightly, just enough to keep his legs from falling asleep where they were stretched across the seats. He let his head fall back against the window and instead stared at the ceiling.

What would his life be like, if he was a raindrop? If he and Draco were raindrops together? He thought that they might be the kind of raindrops that race down windows. The kind that merge together, and then split, and then merge again, always inevitably coming back to each other. That wouldn’t be so bad. Being two in a billion and always together.

Draco moved in his sleep, burying closer into Harry’s chest as if trying to climb into it. Harry wouldn’t mind if he did, really. He combed his fingers through Draco’s thin blonde hair, watching the way it flowed through his fingers. Liquid gold. Draco hummed in his sleep, and Harry pulled him impossibly closer, wrapping his arms around Draco as if he was something precious. He was. Harry nosed into gold and closed his eyes, breathing out a deep sigh. 

He might as well get some rest. He promised Draco he would, and there would be no time later to do so. He hoped he dreamed of raindrops, but knew that he was never that lucky.

Draco woke up to the feeling of the train slowing down. He didn’t want to wake up. He was warm, and there was a comfortable body under him that smelled like wool and rosemary and Harry, so why should he? There was nothing to wake up for, in their train cabin. It was just them.

Harry’s hold on Draco’s back loosened, and then there was a hand gently lifting his chin off of Harry’s shoulder. Draco kept his eyes closed, because he didn’t want to wake up. The hand cupped jaw and brought his head up higher until there was a nose pressed into his cheek and the hint of cool metal glasses on his temple. Harry breathed deeply and pressed his lips forward into a dry peck. The train came to a halt.

Sighing, Draco climbed off of Harry’s lap. Everywhere his body had touched Harry flushed with cold, and he shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. It felt like he had forgotten a limb, right up until Harry stood up and reached out to intertwine their fingers, giving his hand a little squeeze. Draco squeezed back and led the way off the train and out of their quiet cabin into the bright chaos of the station.

Harry took over from there, much more used to the muggle world than Draco. He threaded through the crowd quietly, pulling Draco along behind him, up the stairs and out of the station until they were standing under the awning hand in hand, staring out into the night. The rain beat down against the concrete, drowning out the noise of the city.

Harry pulled a crumbled map out of his pocket, and Draco pulled out their small umbrella from the folds of his jacket. It popped open easily, black as the night, and he held it over them while Harry put the map away and started into the street. The rain hit the umbrella hard, and it became cooler all around them as the rain fell in sheets. Headlights and lit stores were distorted from the water, and Draco took the time to observe them. The muggles.

Some ran in the rain, holding coats over their heads. Some looked out of windows, shaking their heads. One man had an umbrella like them, and walked calmly, face blank and direction unknown. Another woman walked the same, but with no umbrella. Her hair dripped with the rest of the world, and plastered itself against her head, stringing along her forehead and clothes. Draco breathed in the smell of the rain; it was musty and dirty. Nothing like the sweet petrichor that came with the summer storms back when he was a child. A different life.

Harry squeezed his hand and walked them both to a storefront like the rest of them. He opened the door and a bell rang above them; he held it open while Draco closed and shook the umbrella, raindrops flying through the entryway. When the door closed behind them, the rain was muffled. It became a smooth white noise, a soundtrack.

Harry did the talking. He asked for a room, just one bed, thank you very much, they weren’t sure how long it would be, but they could start with one week? Perfect. He took the key from the clerk with a small smile, the kind that suggests there’s a fantastic secret just around the corner. Draco took pleasure in knowing the secret, knowing Harry, knowing things that the muggle clerk wouldn’t even dream of.

The room was small but clean, plain but comfortable. Harry went around turning on lights while Draco stripped off his jacket, shaking the stray drops off of it and draping across a chair. He walked to the bed, toeing off his shoes on the way, and collapsing on it. It wasn’t exactly novel, but it would do. He felt the bed dip and looked over at where Harry had laid down on it, one hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach.

Draco stretched, feeling the pull in the muscles of his back. He sat up only to pull off his jumper, leaving just his undershirt. He did the same to his trousers, kicking them off until he was left in his underclothes and socks. He scooted up the bed and slid under the duvet, shivering and pulling his limbs into himself. The cool sheets slid across his skin, the thin hotel pillow flattened under his head. He closed his eyes.

A warm body pressed up against his back, naked except for his pants. Harry slid his leg through Draco’s and circled an arm around his waist, pulling him back until they were snug together and it became difficult to tell where one started and the other began.

Draco smiled to himself. He made himself comfortable on the pillow. To him, it didn’t matter that the bed was no where near the quality he was used to. It didn’t matter that his clothes were the same ones he had worn for weeks. It didn’t matter that the rain was sour instead of sweet, or that they were in a city, or that it was muggle. There was a warm body around him and the white noise of rain in the background. He fell asleep quickly.

Draco’s breathing evened out quickly. Harry used to envy it, his ability to fall asleep so easily. He learned to cherish it, the time after Draco fell asleep but before he did, when it was just him in a bed with only the rain and Draco’s soft breathing for company.

His mind wandered. It slid down the window, joining with thoughts of his friends, Hogwarts, Dumbeldore, Voldemort, before separating and moving to the next subject. It raced with the idea of the pressure on their shoulders, never quite beating it. It paused on the subject of the plan ahead, what they had to do and accomplish, but then Draco made a soft sound in his sleep, and then it was only him. He merged with Draco and they traveled together, slipping and sliding as one. 

How did it come to this, Harry sometimes wondered. Life moved so fast, and then so slow, that he wasn’t sure how to match its pace. He always felt ahead, behind, out of sync with the rest of the world. 

No matter how much he wished it were different, he never wished them away. Draco and Harry, Harry and Draco, they were the best thing that had ever happened. He wished they were together somewhere else, somewhere where they walked in tandem, hand in hand in hand with both each other and life, but when it came down to it, Harry would live too fast or too slow forever if it meant he could have moments after Draco fell asleep but before he did.

Harry pressed a kiss to the top of Draco’s head. The consistent pound of the rain soothed him, gave him something to focus on and think about. Draco, warm and soft and just the right speed in his arms. 

He breathed Draco in, closed his eyes, and listened to the rain.

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comments and kudos always appreciated. check out my other harry potter stuff if you want. have a good day. ily.

my ao3

[sungbeam]

EEEEEK ME TOO 🤭🤭 confession time pt. 2, I might have a platonic crush on you 😔💔 like I wanna be homies but at the same time I can’t have ppl knowing I read fanfics (irls or moots) cause I KNOW I’d get clowned on buT THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND 🤧🤧 so, alas, WE are the true Romeo and Juliet 😔🙏

Like after I send an ask I do check in like every hour just to see if you responded yet DJGNIFN what can I say 🙄☝️

BUT AS LONG AS I CAN BE YOUR ANONYMOUS BESTIE THEN WE’RE SET 4 LIFE 😼🤞

(^ Why did I use so many emojis-)

And you’re right, Floor will be someone’s paralysis demon… MINE 💀

AND EEEEEK DON’T EVEN TALK TO ME ABT THE PROVERBIAL CAMERA CAUSE I CAN AND WILL NOT STOP TALKING ABT IT

ALSO YEAH IT WAS JUST A PIC NOT A VIDEO OF THE SCENE BECAUSE THAT SHOW IS SO WILD IF I WERE TO SHOW YOU A CLIP I THINK YOU’D START CRYING (Plot synopsis: boy tastes a girl in his class’ spit and then gets addicted to it cause she has like… addictive spit… essentially if he withdrawls from her spit then he could die 💀)

I WATCHED IT A LONGGGGGGGG TIME AGO SO I CAN’T REMEMBER EVERYTHING TOO WELL BUT THAT WAS PRETTY MUCH MOST OF IT LMAO IT WAS ENTERTAINING THO IF YOU WANNA TAKE A SHOT AT WATCHING IT 😭

NOT US ALSO HAVING THE SAME TYPE OF MENNNNNNNN (at least in txt) 🤪🤪🤪

And now hold awn world stop-

What did I just see with my two lil ol eyes

A SHIRTLESS,

TEASING,

HYUNJAE DRABBLE/FIC?????

Uh uh, uh uh, THAT WAS SO RUDE OF YOU LIKE WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME IMAGINE THINGS LIKE THIS WITH A MAN I KNIW I CAN NEVER OBTAIN LIKE-

HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL LIKE I WAS GENUINELY LIKE GIGGLING WHEN HE WENT IN FOR THE STRADDLE LIKE THIS I SICK GET YOUR C-CUP TIDDIES AWAY FRIM MY BOOK IM TRYING TO READ, LIKE???

Phew, everything abt Hyunjae makes my heart do somersaults istg-

But even if their storyline was there for plot convenience, I hope to see Quinn and Wren in the future!!! 😤😤

AND EEEEK LITTLE EPISODE ONE SHOT FOLLOW UPS WOULD BE SOOOO CUTE FOR CHANHEE’S LIKE I DEF SEE THE VISION AND I CAN’T WAITTTT

And the quote came from Rosemonde Gerard! “Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain,” from her poem “The Eternal Song”! It’s super sweet and it was addressed to her husband so I def recommend reading it! Man I love poetry unironically 🥹 I really hope I can find love as,,, lovely(😭) as that one day 🤧

- Love you forever + 1 day, 🌷 anon

PLS PLATONIC CRUSH FRFR ME TO ???? and it's okay bestie, none of the irls know i write or read fanfic cuz they really DON'T understand 😭 like i love my irls but they just don't TT anyways, it's totally okay that ur on anon, we can still be homies this way 😎 literally had one of my underclassmen in hs clown me for using blr instead of ao3, like IM SORRY THAT AO3 ISN'T EXACTLY INTUITIVE AND IM SLOW W TECH????? SHEESH— LMAO

omg i was just TALKING ABT SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMONS 🤩🤩🤩 one james ji chxngmxn !!! anyways—💀

.....uhm addictive spit.... okay 😃 not the greatest visual but ykw u like what u like ig 😭

THE PROVERBIAL CAMERA IS EVERYWHERE IM TELLING U I HAVE INTERNALIZED THE OBJECTIFICATION OF MY FEMALENESS SO MUCH THAT I IMAGINE WHAT PEOPLE SEE WHEN THEY SEE ME LIKE IM OBSERVING MYSELF AND IT TRANSLATES INTO MY FICS 🤡🤡🤡 like it says x reader, but really, she's just a puppet playing a role 😩🤘🏻

PLS. u have know idea how much EMOTIONAL DAMAGE HYUNJAE AND KEVIN HAVE BEEN DOING TO MY SANITY LATELY like wbk i have no dignity left, but my sanity is dropping into the negatives, the bar is in hell, and i am limboing under it 🤣🤣 i once read this thing abt the guy straddling the girl and i was like,,,, uhm,, hyunjae,,, haha,, get over here 😁

I HAVE ONE EPISODE OF THE CHANHEE THING READY BUT IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT ELSE I SHOULD DO LMFAOOO cuz the whole idea was literally just an excuse to write that oneshot 🤡💀 anyways, i'll prob think of something, i have all summer—

omg pls i too love poetry unironically like,, one day i will meet someone who makes me write lovey dovey poetry abt warm sunlight and quiet kitchens in the middle of nowhere and not the sad espresso depresso shit i write rn 💀🤣

BUT ANYWAYS !! may ur day be as beautiful as u r !! love u 🌷 mwah 😚

[floral-sacrifice]

durges first thought being "he would make a perfect, pretty corpse" when they see astarion is umm... kind of real actually. lik eyeah ur right he WOULD. on account of he is already a corpse. if u think about it...

anyway i think in my next run im gonna go full silly mode and actually kill him when scleritas tells me to... see what happens. ive never seen ANYONE post anything about it. im thinking really really fucking haard about the necrophile!durge canon rn...

(wait dont i have to spare isobel for that to trigger?? hold awn)

actualy i think i read a fic once where that kind of happened (not really uh tav was just a sick fucker he didnt even have an excuse) and that part of it grossed me out SO BAD..........................................

think the title of the fic was Never Say No on ao3. dont remember the author. but it was a good whump fic. really yummy. super fucked up tho.

[hanniiesuckle17]

Not a Coincidence

A/n: so this is for the first snow collab and im absolutely obsessed with fluffy in love minho so please enjoy!

Tag List: @woodiegochile @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino  @hanstagrams @desertofdessert​ @hoes4hoseok​ @jeonqqin​ @geminirules​ @crscendoforsung​ @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies​ @hannie-squirrel00​ @cotccotc​ @kodzu-ken​ @konenichi​ @yangs-jeongin​ @binniebutter​ @orangegyu​ @skzwriternet​​

Warnings: Minho being a tease (that's it)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary:  There's a common saying that whoever you connect eyes with during the first snow, you are destined to spend forever with.

Minho has always had a crush on you and has made no attempt ot hide it. You’ve always just brushed it off as your friend’s flirty personality, but maybe a certain act from the boy changes your mind and an old saying about fate pushes you two together. 

Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers au, confession au, winter themed au, first snow collab

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There was absolutely nothing to do today. It was cold and somewhat dismal afternoon. On a day like this one, you thought only one thing was best and there was only one place you wanted to spend it. The movies. There was nothing like spending a chilly day in a theater with good popcorn and great films. 

A crisp and chilling breeze blew through your hair as you walked down the street. The warm welcoming lights of the marquee were within sight, simply a block away. They shone like a beacon through the gray overhanging clouds that made the afternoon seem rather dismal. Your heart beat faster in your chest, joy filling your body and replacing the cold. 

Pulling your phone from your pocket you panned up to the marquee and held up a peace sign. The device clicked as it took the photo and you smiled looking down at the image. Puffs of warm air left your lips as it met the cold winter weather around you. Moving up to the windowed box, you purchased a ticket for a random romantic comedy. 

After getting your popcorn and a soda, you entered the theater only to find it completely empty. Shrugging, you found your seat and scrolled through social media while waiting for the previews to play and lights to go down. You pulled up the picture you took earlier and put a filter on it before posting with the caption:

‘There is no place like the movies’

Not a second after the post was sent to your feed, the phone in your hand buzzed with a notification. ‘@iknowleeknow has liked your photo’. There was no helping the laugh that bubbled up in your chest. One of the great mysteries of the world would be how Minho always seemed to know when you posted. Without fail he was always the first one to like your photos.

Now that you thought about it Minho was the first to a lot of things. He was always the first to congratulate you when you got a promotion. He was always the first person you called whenever you wanted a dinner date you could count on. He was the first to take care of you when you were sick and he always was the first to wish you happy birthday even if it meant him staying up until midnight. 

While the thought had often crossed your mind of Minho being something more than a close friend, you knew that Minho couldn’t possibly see you as anything but that. Sighing, you tossed a kernel of popcorn in the air, catching it in your mouth.

The lights in the theater began to dim and your eyes trained on the screen watching the trailers begin to play. Sitting in the dark, you felt at home watching images move across the large silver screen. Fifteen minutes of movie advertisements had passed and now you sat completely in the dark, waiting for the film to begin. There was always this feeling of excitement. Sitting completely alone in the theater, no light in the room, just waiting for something exciting to happen. 

The shuffling of footsteps brought you out of your trance. Turning you saw a man about your age coming down the aisle. Paying him no mind, you turned back as the screen lit up with the opening credits.

“Y/n? What a coincidence!”

You turned at the sound of your name. The flashing lights from the film illuminated the face of the man sitting a few seats away from you. Shadows sloped  across his handsome face, but you would recognize him anywhere. “Minho? What are you doing here?” You whispered, despite the theater being empty save the two of you. Your friend shrugged and moved to the seat beside you. 

“I just felt like seeing a movie.”

“Minho, this theater is on the opposite side of town from JYP.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

Before you could say something more Minho reached over and put a piece of popcorn in your open mouth. “Shhhh. The movie is starting.” Following his finger, you saw the screen lit up with the faces of two actors who had been quite popular lately. 

Chewing on the salty snack, you recalled the way the pads of your friend’s fingers delicately brushed your lips. Praying the dark hid the color rushing to you cheeks you cleared your throat before reaching for the soda and bringing the straw to your lips. For the next forty-five seconds you attempted to concentrate on anything that was happening in the movie, but your whole entire body was focused on the man next to you.

“Soda?” Minho turned at your voice, before giving you a nod. 

Holding the cup by the lid, you lifted it over your lap and towards the singer. You jumped feeling his hand over yours. Instead of taking the vessel from you, he instead let his fingers brush and hold over your as he brought the straw to his lips. A chill went down your spine and you did your best to hide the way your stomach flipped in excitement. 

For the remainder of the movie, which was by far the longest two hours of your life, you struggled to keep your nerves under control. Occasionally your arm would brush against his, or Minho would lean over to make a joke, his lips brushing you ear. 

If you hadn’t known better, you would think Minho was doing this on purpose just to get a rise out of you. But you did know better. Minho flirted with everyone. He even flirted with his best friend, Jisung. He knew how to press your buttons and enjoyed seeing you flustered. 

“That was a shitty movie.” Minho groaned as you both stood up from your seats. He stretched, leaning sideways before bending down and picking up the your trash. You smiled watching him throw the bucket and cup away for you. 

He returned and picked up both your coats before walking down the row with you. “What do you mean? It wasn’t that bad!” Minho laughed, holding the theater door open for you. “It wasn’t great, but it was a good romance.” 

Your friend scoffed and helped you put on your coat. He slid your arms into the sleeves with care and pulled the fabric tighter around your body. “Please. That guy was terrible. Worst lead ever.” Minho pulled on his jacket, hand finding the small of your back as the two of you ventured back outside, leaving the warmth of the movie theater. 

“He was not that bad.” 

Minho stopped completely, just before the end of the awning. Knowing he was not going to move again until he proved his point you squared off with the man. The look of disbelief clear on his face. 

“The man did not even know how to kiss! It was so sloppy! I can only imagine it was like making out with the love child of an anteater and Jabba the Hutt. There is no way you can call that a real kiss.”

“An anteater, Min?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Way too much tongue action.” 

Minho smiled seeing you laugh and look around before meeting his eyes again. “Oh- and your an expert?”

“Self proclaimed.”

“The worst kind.”

“Says you.” Minho smirked and messed with the collar of your coat. “My knowledge is extensive and mindblowing for your information.” You nodded, lips pursed together trying to hide a smile. “Should I prove it?” 

His brow rose, almost begging for you to challenge him. Not waiting to see what you would say, Minho pulled you into his chest. He leaned down and brought his lips to yours. Despite the cold wind, your entire body felt warm. You felt his thumb brush over your cheek  and the other press against your back holding you against him. The kiss dragged over your lips, making your knees beg to give out. Minho grinned feeling your hands slide under his coat and hold onto his waist.

Pulling away he still wore that blissful smile. Something cold blew onto your nose, interrupting the moment. Your eyes crossed trying to see what it was, making Minho laugh. The both of you turned and looked out on the street to see snow falling. The first snow of the year. 

“I have something to confess,” Minho spoke still looking at the falling snow. Your arms wrapped fully around his middle, finding warmth under his coat and embrace. “I wasn’t in the neighborhood.” You chuckled, looking up at him finally seeing his warm dark eyes. “It wasn’t a coincidence. I saw your post and looked for all the theaters with movies playing in the next thirty minutes. Once I found the theater....I didn’t know which movie you were seeing so I kind of bought tickets for all of them.”

“Minho, why would you do that?” You asked with a grin. 

“Because I like you. I wanted to see you.” You were at a complete loss for words, blush filling your cheeks. Minho noticed and smiled. Again, he leaned down and kissed you, taking your breath away. “That’s a real kiss by the way.”

You giggled, teeth catching your bottom lip. Minho grinned and laced your fingers with his. Further making your heart beat faster than you thought possible, he maneuver your hands into his coat pocket. 

“You are the expert.”

“The expert is taking you out for dinner.” Minho stated with a smirk as the two of you walked out into the gently falling flurries. The two of you walked through the snow, your hand warm from his touch and the embrace of his coat pocket. “And you can’t say no.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

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Masterlist

[jmblyajones]

Eagles: The Plan (4x7)

1. Sorry not sorry. Im ready for them to tear Jack’s ass UP!

Klara… I guess since Jack didn’t frame you for domestic abuse it’s easy to say “move on”. Your friiiend still gets bullied over this man’s lies. Girl, what are you saying rn?

2. Ngl if I was Ludde I would be epically pissed too! We’re supposed to be close and I have to learn that you’re confiding in my ex after I’ve been begging for weeks for you to tell me what’s going on.

Sam is looking at Andreas like wtf… he is one patient man.

3. Sweat you rim of the devil’s asshole!

4. It’s not even fair. It’s like I wanna be pissed at Andreas but he could literally drop dead at any moment. This whole situation… We gonna throw Ludde a bone? This literally to sad to watch 🥴

5. Andreas I’m sorry but nobody is trying to get your ass sent to jail when you got one foot already past the pearly white gates.

Jack coming back… this sounds like a disaster. Y’all gonna confront this fool after the game bro… on school property

Sam get your man, he’s becoming delirious.

Elias taking public lashings, yes!!

Y’all this deliberation is too funny. Oh no, we’re laying out personal drama now. YIKES.

I can definitely see all of them ambushing him in the end.

6. Amie and Elias… y’all are not fixing this quick enough for me.

Elias is really trying to flip it so that Amie is the ‘Mats’ in their situation. I’m sick.

Baby girl, I love you but we are gonna need to aim higher than USA. We are utter gutter over here…

Not Elias saying hockey isn’t the only thing he loves… He walked a good 4-5 steps towards her to say that then just walks away. Just wretched!

7. You know if Ludde got revenge on the dudes who busted his leg, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. But this season isn’t about revenge it’s about ✨growth✨

8. Not the mama telling Klara’s assistant to leave 😭

9. WOW bro. WOW. Naima in the hospital!Everyone is at their lowest. Felicia was so happy the phone answered too 😭

10. I really feel like something is gonna go wrong. Fucking A… of course Andreas is coughing up a lung.

11. An Amie and Ludde scene… when is the last time i’ve seen that??🥺

12. I already know who’s knocking on this girl’s door…

HOLD AWN!! How does he know where tf she lives???

13. Wait wait wait wait wait. No no no no no. HE DID NOT JUST PASS OUT!

I thought taking a bite out of that burger was supposed to symbolize him getting better? I’m sick.

14. Jack really just bussed in Felicia’s house wtf. Where are the crutches when you need them? I would light his ass up so quick.

It’s cause and effect. Jack should have just sat there and ate his food. He’s ruining lives and thinking these folks won’t come to collect.

Jack drove Andreas to the hospital… hmm. He still ain’t shit though.

NOT THE GUN! This motherfucker is out of this WORLD! FELICIA WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING IT????

I can’t..

15. Amie found Elias! She’s trying to wake her baby up ohmygash. Wow they are really trying to stick me in my feelings.

16. Crying on my damn couch ain’t gonna bring you sympathy or salvation.

Felicia wtf are you talking about??? This is the spawn from hell!

You know, maybe I’d lie too for him to get the hell outta my house.

17. Elias and Amie’s longing ass stare in the background. Can we just make up and make out like what are we doing…?

18. Ok something about people still thinking Ludde is a domestic abuser doesn’t sit right with me… Also, I was kinda hoping Jack wouldn’t go willingly in to the good night. I wanted him to put up a fight all the way. That would have made him going to jail a little sweeter

[iamtheempress]

Lets Talk

She nursed a nice bruise on her face in the bathroom, one that bloomed from her cheek to the top of her brow, extending a green fingertip to her cheek to heal it slowly, hopefully bringing back some natural skin tone to her cheek again.

 A normal practice for treating her wounds all her life, all while keeping herself awake and conscious with an energy drink that was half empty and the ever present feeling of anticipation. The source of anticipation lingering on that phone beside her, a burner phone she bought at the beginning of the day.

Chiaki's eyes flickered to her burner phone right next to her, waiting for a reply from a face shed only met during a fight earlier that morning with her father. 

Heroes against Villains, that old fight that will seemingly never ever cease, she cant remember why the incident happened but she just knew that she and her father were first responders along with a handful of other heroes.

 She inspects the faded mark on her face and closes the door to the bathroom, quietly as to not wake her mother who had tried to quell her worried eldest daughter, Aoi had retired to bed about an hour ago… the media had picked up on the travesty of a fight that happened earlier that day. Causing a nasty uproar from civilians and the media alike.

It was everywhere, newspapers, radio stations, the internet and she can hear the newscaster announce it clearly. "Pro Hero Witch is in the Literal Hot Seat today, is she someone we need to keep an eye on? Her power was in full effect keeping a fifteen-story building from crushing her and her battered teammate, FullCharge. Who had beaten the negligent heroin enough to make her heal him, after she did this the building she was supporting fell upon her and 5 other civilian lives, after letting the villain come to know as Dabi escape-'' she turned off the tv sick and tired of hearing of how useless she’s been, the ensuing argument she had with her family left scars on her psyche she wouldn't bat an eyelash at, she couldn't care about her reputation when she let people die on her watch. 

Useless. Lazy. A joke. 

She let those 5 civilians die so callously, she didn't know them and yet she doesn't feel as bad, atleast not right now. Casualties are a norm for heros, right?

The icing on the cake was to hear the media call her that word negatively again. 

Witch… 

A name she used to take her power back from a horrible nickname in her childhood. Now once again weighing on her like chains to the floor.

 She walked to bed holding the phone and lamenting, falling to her bed with a resounding flop.. It's her fault.. she let Dabi go, and everyone saw it.

 She let everyone down and even had her phone blown up by her friends. She turned her attention to the group chat and took a peek from behind the iron curtain of guilt. Bakugou's name was the first to catch her eye.

Bakugou: Chili. Hey dumbass answer us! We have been trying to call you all day and you leave us on read. Answer us goddammit! We don't want to confront you ourselves and see what your deal is but we will if you don't answer us for the rest of the night.

Midoriya: We will give you another 30 and we're coming over, we promise we're not going to gang up on you, Chili…That wouldn't be right. 

Chiaki: How can i trust that, you all saw my situation, no one did a damn thing to help me, i get im also the healer but that includes people defending me in order to heal at a distance or else I HAVE THE TARGET on me. I cant face any of you. 

Bakugou, Izuku, Shouto and more are typing…

She wept rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and making her tear up. Out of everyone… she assumed someone would understand but they all seemed to give her the same look, it made her heart stop. Once again she's the bad guy in a situation she lost control over. With guilt in her heart, she recalled the last moments before he got away. 

Dabi got her father off of her. No hesitation, blasted him clean off of her with enough force it could have singed her head to toe, but he didn’t. She went to get up and saw her father immolated in blue flames as she turned to see the same man she was sent to apprehend was standing fixed about 10 feet from her, his eyes trained solid on her. She looks up at the buildinh started to grown from the integrity being lost from the fight, it began to collapse down on them until she suspended it above the both of them, mere feet from his head; they stared at one another like deer in headlights. A sinister smirk spread across his features before disappearing from her view, in the kick up of dirt and rubble, 

Chiaki couldn’t bring herself to apprehend him. 

Why..? Did he see the desperation in her eyes or the fact that she barely had a leg to stand on when her own father took her down a size, when he saw insubordination over saving herself and not her father who was completely fine? Or was there another ulterior motive to keeping her alive?

Upon trying to close her eyes, and hopefully forget about this whole day.  

The burner phone buzzed to life. 

The screen could have been the brightest thing in the room, a beacon in the night beckoning her. Distant thunder rumbled to indicate the dire decision she's made, as well as a storm that was approaching.

 Her heart stopped, she lifted the phone slightly and slid her thumb over the screen. To see the text message from an unavailable number. 

“How is that eye feeling, Witch?” 

The text read, her fingers flew across the keyboard. 

“It’s been better, I fixed it up. Is this really Dabi?” upon sending the message the text came up as read. Is she really thinking of doing this… he messaged her back quickly. “Maybe I am, I have seen the news today and that shot of you and I standing before the building collapsed on us was cinematic so I have to give you props for that. I’m guessing the reason you wanted to speak to me was not make pleasantries and talk about our days.” 

“You want to join the League.” 

There it is. The question that lain heavily upon her mind. Shed never considered it as much as she has recently. The ridicule of her graduating class, her power seen as something not all heroes should use for good. She proved time and time again how she is not something to worry about.. But here she was.. Being abused and taken advantage of by the people she cared for. 

“Yes. I do.” She sent it with no hesitation and sat up in her bed looking down upon the phone, he made quick work of messaging her back, again. 

“We havent recruited anyone worth our time in a while. From what I saw recently as well as today. We were considering reaching out to you..but this works much better. Meet tonight?” Her golden eyes widened and her mouth popped open out of sheer shock. “Around what time? Ill be there” She stands up, with a loud crack of lightning the rain poured outside, she cursed and saw a location pop up on her phone.

An old and run down apartment complex outside of city limits. “Now. Get going. Text me when you're close.” Chiaki sprung out of bed without a second thought. Redressing herself in simple attire, something to not be seen on the streets so easily especially at night. Black leggings, worn in combat boots her mother gave her, a large black hoodie and that burner phone.

 While tying her hair up in a bun she saw her phone, the one with her best friends messaging her… and Midoriya’s name front and center..

Izuku: “Hey, cmon, Chili. We know you’re there.. We saw what happened and we want to know if your alright…We can see you reading our messages”

Izuku: What happened with your dad wasn't right but something doesn't add up from that fight, Chili.”

Bakugou: “It makes just as little sense to me too dumbass! Why did he spare you and go for FullCharge.”

Bakugou: “You better not have done something youll regret dumbass we cant lose you!”

Kiri: “I already have Shouto were on our way to talk to you, Spooky, were not mad..”

Her heart stopped in her throat as she started typing to them. She could see them all stop typing in unison. 

“Theres nothing to talk about. You all have made up your mind about me..i can see it. I sound like im just a problem to all of you. Consider me gone.” Chiaki tossed her old phone to the bed and scrawled a note. 

“I loved you all.. I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be.”

With one message her phone began to blow up. Without looking back, she was gone. Hopping from her window to the road below with a splash into a puddle and starting her jog, leaving the only home she's known her whole damn life, as well as leaving her hero life behind her.

About a solid 30 minutes later she noticed she saw the buildings become more and more dilapidated marked with graffiti as sirens shrieked down streets and seedy characters crept behind alleyways, the city limits were within a mile away, and so was the old apartment building. 

Impatient and eager to meet him face to face, she messaged him.. "About a block or two away." she pulled her hood up as she exited a mini markets awning that was closed, rain started to shower down upon her, her light hair hidden beneath the oversized hood, the old marquis sign coming into sight. 

The phone vibrated in her pocket, Chiaki pulled it out and the words shone bright across her face. “You better not be some spy.. I won’t be too happy. So in your best interest, i'd be 100% transparent with me.”  She texts back quickly. “I am an open book and got little to hide.”

The text was read and the old marquis was above her, “No turning back now… the guys will be looking for me in no time.” She said to herself and entered the lobby of the closed apartment building, through the heavy wooden doors. It looked like it used to be grand but now it was so in disrepair that the wallpaper was torn back from walls and holes were created from years of neglect. 

Chiaki pulled her hood back and looked around, listening to the silence of the apartment, she took a breath and emanated a glow from her hands, her fingers and thumb lit up like bright green glow sticks.

From behind a darkened figure glided his scarred palm across the tattered wall approaching her slowly, he speaks up, cutting the silence and startling her. "Ah..There you are, you certainly didn't waste your time, Witch" she gasped and whipped around to see him, Dabi. She let out a nervous laugh and took a step forward, if she were not in this situation she wouldn't hesitate to take him down but this instance she felt on equal ground to him so she felt no threat.

 "I don’t dodge opportunities, especially ones like this, I would have contacted someone sooner but I wanted a reason to do this.. And you seemed like someone I wanted to contact first hand." Dabi approaches her until he is within mere feet of Chiaki, his feet shuffling with each stride, he's easily taller than her by more than a couple inches, being 5”2’ is sometimes a hindrance.

He blows air out of his nose with a laugh. “You were in luck then.. I had my eye on you for a while and finding intel for you was far more complicated than we expected. Chiaki Nakamura is it?”  one hand stuffed into his pants pocket and the other out to gesture towards her, his scarred hand fanned out, talking with his hands was natural for him to do it seems. His cyan blue eyes raking down her front and back to her eyes. Unblinking and just as dark and spellbinding as before, all the while being intensely overwhelming in every aspect physical. Chiaki’s heart bounced in her chest to her throat. 

His head lulls to the side.

 "Thats my name..” The young pro speaks softly, Dabi noticed the apprehension in her voice,"Oh are you nervous little Witch..?"  he didn't need her scurrying off or anything so he took to sauntering slowly around her, sizing her up like a hungry shark. She didn’t speak but caught his eyes through his black hair that curtained his eyes. “Just a bit but if i were any more scared i wouldn’t be here..” He looked upon her glowing green hands, it made her mildly conscious of the fact that they were shaking.

“Then my reputation precedes me even to fresh faces like you.” He says with a hoarse chuckle, he backs up with his arms spread open, she catches a glimpse of his long scarred arms, they flopped back down to his sides, She laughs gently in turn, her eyes fixed on his face, being this close she could see the gold sheen to the staples on his mouth and under his eyes. 

“If that nervous behavior is because you’re scared and having second thoughts about this.. And want to go back to playing around as a hero, i won't hesitate to fry you where you stand, but i'm hoping you're using that common sense of yours so i don't have to.” She listens intently, unwavering and dimming her hands back down, as to not allow her quirk to radiate outside the building.. Dabi’s mouth doesn’t even move beyond a normal straight line but his eyes say everything: He doesn’t see her as a stranger.. Despite this being their first time meeting amicably.

 “rest assured i won’t hurt you, from what I have seen already we need someone with a quirk like yours around, but when it comes to me bringing you back to the bar.. They won’t allow you in unless I check you for a wire, lift your arms.” He instructs and she lifts her arms just enough for him.

 His hands starting to traverse her arms and waist make her face swell with heat, a much more embarrassing position to be in… He was thorough and rough with the patdown, his face remained the same unchanging and stoic, her eyes trained on his face and the rough scars that covered the bottom portion of his face to the part directly under his tear ducts. Besides that he doesn't look bad.. The scars only add that intense look to him, the reason why people were scared of his looks. 

“I wanted to know something..” She caught his attention with a low hum, his brow raising and his lips curling upward. “What was the deal with you getting my father off of me..why didnt you attack me.” His hands finished patting down her body and he tuts her pulling the burner phone from her pocket.

 “You see.. That moment was televised and the moments leading up were not, and if they were, they didn't televise your abuse period or the reason behind it. It was pretty tragic, I heard your father's harsh words.. even more brutal pounding id say, he blocked all of your defences, your little friends didn't come for your rescue, they stood around." She stood stock still listening to him,

"Our Pro Hero lil Witch being ‘saved’ by me when i had enough of seeing someone who is more useful then her partners let on, being beaten to a pulp, and then when things seemed to be working in your favor and the fabled heroes would have gotten me, you in turn...stopped an entire highrise building from squishing me to death.” He leans forward and drops his voice an octave, dipping into a form of seductive and joking. 

“Kinda humiliating isn’t it? Being saved by a well known villain isn't really what the public wants to see.." he shrugs and steps back looks down at his palm, his long fingers moving around trying to catch her attention like he could light a flame at any moment,  with the other hand in his pocket. "I saw someone who needed help in more ways than one.” Her eyes widened as he stuffed the phone into his pocket “I saw someone who I had my eye on for a while being beaten for not doing something as useful as aiding her teammate… and for her own safety right?” He questions as he leans back against the wall adjacent to her.

 “Yeah.. that's right.. How do you know all that? I mean like, not alot of people know that about my quirk, i cant heal at a distance and provide backup unless i have backup...” He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Exactly my point. Your dear old dad didn't take his much more volatile daughter into account and only used you as a support to him, fueling his ego and making you look bad to the rest of the world.” his demeanor was so foreign to her, he spoke so eloquently and with conviction, a sadistic and perverse form of understanding that drew her in like a super magnet.

 She stood blanched, thunderstruck by how he's describing the situation to her, It's like he's in her head reading every emotion as plain on her face. “Yes. He never took me seriously… as a hero.. No one really ever did.” Dabi's eyes softened as their eyes remained locked in a stare of...mutual understanding on his part… she knew little of his past or who he was, but the weight of not being good enough or a lost cause caused his fists to clench.. he not dare ask anything personal yet.. he has a job to do and earn her trust and read her and her situation like a book. Foreshadowing the type of person she was made to be over years of unfair treatment and situations outside of their control.

 “Getting closer.. Go on, Witch.” She swallowed air and kept spilling her guts..  “I use my quirk to even help anyone or… do something for the good of others and its never highlighted in the slightest, no job well done or whatever. No sort of fanfare or recognition, i come home and.. get judged and told I'm not as good as… as him, from him.” SHe clasps her hands together and opens them up again, Dabi’s eyes watching the little light show from her fingertips and then fade away again. The more his eyes looked to her hands the more he wanted to see the beautiful little auras again, it was then Dabi realized her quirk is easy to be triggered, or atleast constantly active. “But when… i do one thing thats out of character for a… normal pro hero… all eyes are on you..and I was treated like a...pariah” 

Dabi nods his head and his smooth voice lulled her ears “Understand now? They only want you when you're useful to them, you're treated as backup, but in the right hands you could be so much more..” Her head hung low, like she just discovered it, that despite her power and the fact shes equally as dangerous maybe even more so she's treated as lesser than everyone else. 

Dabi mentally kicked himself, making such a pretty face sulk and look dour, he couldn't just stand there and allow her to beat herself up over how others treat her. Dabi took a step forward to her and found himself raising his hand to her chin and made her look right up at him, her chin betwixt the pads of his forefinger and thumb. “Come on now… don't be so down on yourself, they might see you as only an asset and a tool to use and expand upon themselves, as nothing more then a battery that never quits, but with us, you can reach a version of yourself you have never seen before.. And we can help you with that. We will make sure you surpass your expectations'' She caught herself staring. 

Eyes glazed over in tears that threatened to fall, and with a blink they were gone. “Excuse my ignorance but… you're serious like you can do that?” She asked with trepidation and abit of excitement that she had to cage off to not seem too eager. 

“It's not a promise, Nakamura. Its a fact that is going to be a reality. Now..” He turned on his heel and gave them some distance in the lobby, he was almost shrouded in darkness. “Give me a demonstration on what you can do.” He instructs. 

Chiaki blinks and becomes blanched. A demonstration. In here? She clasps her hands together and pulls them apart that green glow emanating from her hands to her elbows, pretty gold and green eyes enveloped in pure green with irises, her hands splayed out fingers slowly dancing and expanding outward, like licks of fire.

 “Brace yourself.” She curled in her fingers to drain the energy from surrounding lights and power, making the environment for everyone else but her heavy and sluggish. Dabi had a bead of sweat roll down his face and a headache grow slowly. “And just as it was pulled away I can give it back on my own terms.” She points a manicured finger at Dabi. The headache vanishes without a trace and his energy restored , almost knocking him on his ass from the dizzying feeling of having the wind knocked into you.

 The lights and the power entirely shut down for a full block and the bulbs bust outside. She holds a ball of concentrated energy in her palm and absorbs it into her skin, a content smile spreading across her delicate features and bowing forward and standing back up straight.

 “Oh yeah, they're going to thank me for insisting you be our new recruit... Warn me before you use your quirk on me again, will you?” She snorts and cocks a brow up at him. “So.. do it again later and knock you on your ass?” Chiaki giggled, Dabi quizzically tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if he's breaking down her words in his head, he flipped his black hair from his face as chuckles amused.

 “I knew I liked you for a reason, sarcastic little thing. ” she blushes and covers her mouth embarrassed. “I think it would be smart if we left.. I don't know if my friends are out looking for me or not..and honestly i would rather not face them head on yet.. And i don't want you to be hurt.” Chiaki looks back at him and blushes not realizing how worried she was for his safety, "What already thinking of me? Don't get so soft on me now, Nakamura.." Dabi chuckles and his hands return to his pockets and with a half turn he nods his head in the opposite direction of her, signalling her to follow him towards the exit of the building, he stops before the door. 

"Wait..you mean those UA kids..? trust me, Nakamura.. they arent your friends.. i don't need to know what you went through today after our little scene, you know as well as i that they're already plotting against you from what you did.." his words rang true along with his velveteen voice, the tall and slender Villain seemed to know more than he let on.

Chiaki became quiet and more confident with her decision. She made this choice, and she really didn't regret a damn thing. "And that very thing you have done today, Chiaki.." he slammed his hand into the wall, anchored his hand beside her head, making her damn near jump out of her skin. Lightning cracked outside illuminating the scars that adorned his features.

  The trench coat splaying open and just a bit of his shirt collar dipping down to reveal the purple scar stretches to his chest, gold tint staples fixed secure into what skin he had left to him that remained unscarred.

 Her eyes wandered from his chest back to his brilliant blue eyes. "Made me realize that you were worth contacting. Trust me, Nakamura.. we will bring out the best in you, UA would have easily tainted your view on the world and how ‘justice’ is delivered; but it seems like you know the world for what it really is." he gave her cheek a pat and a pinch, his gaze remained on her and a sickly grin twisted on his features when he notices her eyes wandering to the purple skin and his pronounced collar dipping further down his chest.. His hand engulfed her chin, capturing it and making her look him in the eyes. 

"Yknow, staring at people in the League will getcha in trouble or hurt, Not me though.. just don't get too used to it, anyone who stares  that long at me i consider mice…but honestly i don't see you scurrying off anytime soon." He backs off when she blushes brighter and gives him a shove. 

"Ah quit! Its kinda hard to not stare if you haven't noticed, Dabi." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting someone facing the heavy door, when he received a reply he put it back into his pocket, and sighed opening the heavy metal door with a creak, rain poured down into the street as he spoke up so she could hear him. "its what we ugly folk are used to i'm afraid." Chiaki merely scoffs and pulls back up the hood and opened her palm flat and above his and her head together she created a translucent green umbrella like barrier protecting them from the downpour,  "Ugly is abit of a stretch, Dabi..." she mutters and follows him into the alley where the rain continued ro shower down bouncing off the barrier, a singular street lamp illuminating the barren street leaving the only city she had ever known, Dabi replayed that phrase in his head and he momentarily closed his eyes.

 Its been years since he got compliments.. it was strange but not unwelcome. "Ohhhh little mouse, your gonna get along very well with me.. stick by my side and everyone will like you… eventually.. Your about to meet one of them anyway." As he said this casually as the street became a black and purple haze, a portal opened up and swirled as a literal exit from the city.. to wherever the hell she was going next. 

Chiaki gasped and took an apprehensive step forward.

 "Scared?" Dabi asked, with a little smirk on his lips. "Just a bit…" Dabi extended his hand for her, inviting her with him "Cmon. Trust me. Trust a burnt man with nothing to lose." He chides playfully. Chiaki accepts his invitation, his hand warm and textured with the staples.. Dabis heart skipped a beat at the contact.

 Soft and small hands engulfed by his own as he guided her through the portal, stunning blue eyes never deviating from her gold and green ones.. like they were captivated by one another.. before she knew it, she was in a completely different location. She blinked and looked around, thunderstruck almost by the environment.

A bar that reeked of booze and smoke of different varieties. "Welcome home, for now." He says in a flat tone, she pulled off her hood and looked around.

 Dabi still had his back to her and looked at his palm for a moment that felt like an eternity, the ghost of her hand remaining in his own, strange emotions bubbled up from nowhere, he shoved them back down and spoke up. 

"Everyone seems to be out by now, usually the bar is never empty. The person who summoned that portal is here...Kurogiri, which means our leader Shigaraki is here. He’ll meet you at some point..when he's not on his damn video games." he nudged her shoulder with his elbow and shook his wet hair out. Turning to look down at her, "Nice place...you guys bounce from place to place often?" She asks in what felt like a shy whisper, the resounding echo from the hall made her feel like she was shouting. 

"Haven't in a while.. hoping we won't have too again. Wont say where because it doesn't matter. Anyway, wanna come up to my room? There's an old couch up there you can crash on. Unless you want my bed, heh.. Wouldn't mind you in bed with me.” He breathily chuckles and pinches her chin starting to lead the way, “Don't get any ideas! I'm just tired.. I haven't had any sleep and its like.. Almost 2:30 in the morning.” She yawned and dragged her feet behind him.

Chiaki follows him up the stairs and down the long corridor to the last door on the left, he opened it to find a bedroom with a king sized mattress pushed to the wall and the windows covered in blackout curtains, an old couch directly under it and  a flat screen across the room as well as his own computer and cans of empty energy drinks by it, as well as an ashtray that looked like it was used normally. 

“This room is mine, go ‘head.” He invites her in, noting the tired look on her face, he found it almost innocent if it weren't for the remnants of blush still ghosted on the apples of her cheeks.

Dabi had booted the door closed behind him as she kicked off her boots, he spoke up again, watching her movements, as they seemed to have gotten lazier. “Not much of an interior decorator but it works for me, sprucing the room up would be too much effort.” 

Making himself comfortable he sheds the trench coat and shuffles through a cabinet in the desk where his computer is located,”I'm getting pretty tired and by the looks of it you are too, so im afraid im gonna have to restrain you. Cmere.” He says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs that catches Chiaki’s attention, her brow instantly rising in confusion and a hint of worry. Dabis eyes flicker up to her when she whips around at the chain jingling as he approaches her, twirling the cuffs around his finger 

 “W-wait why do you need to restrain me?” She asks a little wary, “Its so you dont pull anything while I'm sleeping… can't be too careful, little mouse.” He states clasping the cuffs around her wrists in the front, they clicked almost to the point where he could get two fingers under them. Chiaki looked at him with big innocent eyes and then down to the cuffs on her wrists. “Tsk..you do this to all the new recruits or am i just that special.” He chuckles and turns his back to her. “You’re a first, to both be cuffed and able to sleep in my bed. Consider yourself ‘special’”

She looks back up to find Dabi stripping his white shirt off and tossing it to the couch, a blush forming on her face and a pang in her heart as she looks at him closely, hes much better looking up close… fit and lean, along with the added look of his scars that dressed his torso into his pants only made him 2 times more appealing and more her type. “Holy shit..” She says out loud with her jaw slacked abit. “Checking me out, little mouse? Remember what I said about staring.” He chuckled and laid back in bed exhausted, pulling the sheets up her body comfortably. “Sorry was just admiring the view, Dabi.” She teased rolling her eyes and settling into bed, Dabi’s eyes widened briefly and felt that sweet warm feeling creeping up his chest again, this time he let it simmer there.

“im going to sleep.. Too tired to think, that energy drink i had acouple hours ago finally wore off." Chiaki yawned and stretched, facing away from him to ease the situation, that situation being she wanted to face him and find comfort from him. 

A sort of comfort she longed for for years, acceptance and safety.. Funny she found safety with a villain.. With villains alike. This caused her to giggle to herself, he raises a brow and looked over to her with his arms tucked behind his head 

Instead as Dabi turned off the light and the distant thunder rolled she spoke up “Dabi..” “Hm?” She turned back over and some light from the opened part of the black out curtains illuminated her eyes, Dabi once again caught himself peering into them wistfully finding himself looking her over. 

 A genuine glow in her eye, appreciation and a connection the two have never felt before, “Thank you, for bringing me in.. you wont regret it,” She brings her bound hands up to pull the pillow further up under her head, and licked her lips, swallowing her fear and letting a wall down, even just alittle bit to him. Dabi mused and observed her closely, finally seeing the opposite end of what its like to have someone in need go to him of all people. “i haven't felt anything beyond disappointment for a long long time, so to say i feel comfortable with someone i was fighting not even a day ago says anything, i hope you understand and i'm not stepping over any boundaries.” He grinned, and responded with an amused chuckle. “Getting soft on me again, better not make that a habit with anyone else here, I just might get jealous.” Dabi grazed his finger against her cheek, she leaned against his hand and smiled angelically.

“I'm starting to like that fire in your eye. ” He ghosts his knuckles down her cheek as her eyes closed slowly, blinking exausted as the cold air kicked on from the ac unit above them, she shivered and threw all caution to the wind, Dabi stiffened as she moved closer to his end of the bed, she ducked her head abit beneath the blanket to snuggle against his warm chest, his heart hammered with nerves he still couldnt place a name too, the same hand that stroked her cheek rested on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the sweatshirts fabric. 

Comforting and confusing thoughts swirled through the villains mind as he soon came to realize he remained awake for all but another 20 minutes, the soft rise and fall of her chest and side indicated she had long fallen asleep in his arms. 

Dabi rested his chin against her head and attempted to find the sleep he had long since forgotten in his past life. Acceptance and comfort from someone. 

He sighed and whispered in a husky tone of voice.

“Glad we had that talk, Little Mouse…”

XXX~

Hey yall its my first MHA fic. You might see more of her and Dabi in the future cuz honestly this was fun!

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im going to this like… richer school for college right and i thought i was p middle class whatever whatever but then i started seeing how people i was going to school w were like “ugh i can’t believe i have to pay 10k a month to go to this school” i was like HUH bc it is unfathomable to me that anyone could have that much money. i say this as someone who thought they were upper middle class like,, when people say they have money they have Money bc for me money was just having stability in income not having whole TRUST FUNDS and 800k+ houses. idk idk it’s so weird to me how there is a whole subsection of people who simply have never had to be concerned about cash & have never even been told “don’t get sick cause we don’t have money to go to the doctor rn” or sm

HOLD ON! HOLD AWN! 10K A MONTH???? WHAT SCHOOL IS THISSS WHAT THE FUCK??????????

[strawberrymeriadoc]

Just a little drabble. Merry’s feeling sick and explores his feelings for Pippin a bit. 

Merry’s hands were shaking. He wasn’t sure if it comforted him or annoyed him that Peony was just asleep on the kitchen counter like he wasn’t having (what felt like) the biggest crisis of his life. Merry took some medicine to calm down. He reasoned that the throat tightness and pain might have as much to do with anxiety as anything else. 

If Merry could do this night over again he probably would have gone to the house of healing over two hours ago when it first started. But he didn’t want to go. He was terrified of doctors and waiting rooms and being called by his deadname and having to try to back pass. Hopefully it just gets better with time, he thought for the tenth time that night. Merry hadn’t bothered Pippin with this nightmare of a situation. He has his own shit to deal with and he would think I was strange to bring this up so suddenly, Merry reasoned. Merry vowed to call his doctor first thing the next day. 

Merry tried to calm down but he didn’t know how to be calm. He hadn’t been allowed to growing up. One time in college when he was home for break, he went to take a nap and as soon as he lay down he got in trouble with his mother, for even considering such a thing. Sometimes Merry would read while he ate, but as soon as he was done eating he was told he wasn’t allowed to read anymore. And many times he wasn’t allowed to eat to begin with. Merry’s mother took it as a personal insult if Merry wanted more than his allotted 2 meals a day. And she would yell at him and shame him if he ate anywhere near her because she hated the sound. 

Even Jamie had a similar issue. He didn’t begrudge her sensory issues around his eating some foods, but she didn’t have to be so mean about it. He would sometimes be forced to eat in the hallway outside his apartment. As a result, Merry was probably the quietest eater in all of the Westlands though he felt like the loudest. 

Merry shook himself out of his thoughts. He really wanted to say goodnight to his friend. But he realized with his pain he couldn’t talk. But still he came out of his room and knocked on Pippin’s door. “Come in,” Pippin called. Merry smiled and waved and showed him the message he had written on his phone: 

“I can’t talk because im having a terrible flare up in my throat. Im having a really rough night, could i just sit with you?”

 “Sure,” Pippin responded aloud. Merry had planned to sit on the floor, but Pippin motioned for Merry to sit next to him on the bed. Merry felt a small flash of warmth and love.  He sat down next to his friend and hesitantly leaned against Pippin’s shoulder. Pippin leaned into him in response. 

Merry felt a desire to rest his head on Pippin’s shoulder but he restrained himself. He didn’t think Pippin would approve and Merry couldn’t really talk in order to ask. But maybe I could write another message? No, I’m being weird again, he chastened himself. However, before he could stop himself he wrote: “Could i rest my head on your shoulder?”, sat for a minute worrying about it, and then showed it to his friend. “Uh, yeah” Pippin said. 

Merry just felt at home with Pippin. He didn’t want to have sex with him, he wasn’t really sure that romance existed in any way that mattered to him. But he wanted to cuddle Pippin and be close to him and hold his hand. He wanted Pippin to know he cared about him very much. He didn’t know if that still counted as platonic or if it was its own separate thing. Merry had heard of sensual attraction as well as alterous attraction. And something called queerplatonic. Perhaps he was feeling some combination of these things. 

Merry leaned his head on Pippin’s left shoulder. He felt a little awkward at first and worried he was making Pippin uncomfortable. But then Pippin leaned his head on Merry’s and the two sat there in silence not doing anything for a while. Then Peony jumped up on Pippin and they both laughed quietly. 

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Merry woke up to the sun shining through his window. The yellow light burst through in beams that turned the sheets and the wall behind the bed bright white. Merry could hear a few birds chirping.It was around eleven o’clock. Pippin was still asleep on the couch in the living room. His chest rose and fell with his breathing as he dreamed peacefully. Peony was lying in the sun in Pippin’s bedroom. At least someone was making good use of the room.

Outside, Minas Tirith was brimming with life. Merry’s favorite flower shop had been open a few hours and was filled with customers. Its purple and green awning swayed in the breeze. Men of Gondor and Rohan and the occasional dwarf were also streaming in to Pippin’s favorite cafe to try all the different teas and have the bacon and waffles which were especially sought after around brunch time. The occasional student or professor could be seen crossing the campus grounds mainly grad students going to their lab or to the library to work.

Merry sat up in the bed, but he realized he felt rather faint. His throat still hurt tremendously. Let me just try drinking some water, he thought, reaching for the glass by his bed. Merry was starving and he remembered that he hadn’t been able to eat dinner last night because of the pain. Merry was truly sick of all this. He grabbed one of his books that Professor Borormir had assigned and decided to move to the couch in the living room. 

He still wasn’t quite awake but he was certainly not going to chance how his throat might react to coffee. He started reading the book as he was walking--he couldn’t wait to dig in from where he had left off. He went down the hallway, across the living room, turned around, and plopped right on to the couch. Now, Merry was expecting the couch to be somewhat firm, but the couch was actually lumpy and hard in some places and squishy and soft in others. Merry let out a yelp and just as he leapt up, the couch shouted “hurrmmppphhh! geeerraaaa!” Merry was even more mortified than he was startled. 

“Sorry! Sorry, Pippin!” 

“Eru, what was that for?” 

“I didn’t see you!” 

“Didn’t see me? I’m right here!” 

“I know I just...I was reading while I was walking and I’m half asleep” 

“Huh, well I’m not asleep anymore, that woke me right up.” Pippin crossed his arms and scowled. 

Merry’s face and ears had turned bright red. Pippin had never seen him blush. He wasn’t so much mad as he was surprised but he realized how he had come across. 

“Oh Merry…” then he laughed, “It’s alright, you just startled me is all” Merry relaxed. Pippin thought for a moment and realized he was hungry for breakfast.

 “Alright, I’m making omelets, want one?” Pippin asked, whisking off into the kitchen. “Thank you. I wish! But I can’t eat,” Merry said sadly. Pippin stopped what he was doing and turned around. “What do you mean you can’t eat?” he demanded. Pippin was used to his friend struggling with food but this had gone too far for his liking. Then Merry explained more about his throat pain that had flared up the night before and how he had attempted to eat a small dinner and that had tremendously backfired. “I just need to wait it out until I can go to the doctor tomorrow afternoon,” he finished. 

“I could help you with that if you like!” Pippin offered. Merry didn’t know how to respond. People didn’t really tend to offer to help him. He felt thankful but a bit ashamed, after all, he didn’t want to trouble Pippin. But right now he needed to say something that adequately showed he appreciated the thought even if he didn’t know how to take him up on it. 

“Thanks!” he started, “I...uh...just knowing that you’re there for me really helps”. 

“Why don’t I make you some soup, you should be able to manage that at least” Merry wasn’t so confident, but he was too famished to care. 

“That would be lovely,” Merry replied. 

Pippin had noticed that “lovely” was the highest form of praise Merry would give anything. He would use “good”, “great” or even “amazing” and “fantastic”. But none of them meant so much as “lovely”.  

After he ate the soup, Merry distracted himself from the pain by running a load of laundry and starting the dishwasher. It also seemed to help his throat to stand up. Then the hobbit went out and stood on the balcony for a while. 

The street below was fairly busy. Most people were walking, but a few rode bikes and even fewer rode horses. Then Merry saw coming over the rise a small company of Men on horseback. All the horses were black and the man at the forefront carried a rounded shield. Merry guessed they were Men returning from their shift on patrol on the outskirts of Gondor along the Anduin.

Merry thought about his horse Sorin. Well, not his horse. He supposed they were all Theoden’s. But the one that he rode every week. The hobbit hoped that he would be able to go riding in a few days and that things would clear up. 

But, Merry began to feel very hopeless indeed and thought about how much easier things would be if he just ended it all. A much smaller voice in his mind pushed back: It’s just a passing thing. You’ll feel better soon. You don’t want to make a decision that you can’t unmake! Besides, there is good in this world. There is. It’s worth fighting to stay alive for. 

But Merry thought about what was really in his life and he didn’t see anything good, certainly nothing that convinced him. He felt truly hopeless. But once back inside, he felt a change. Something about the laundry machine and the dishwasher running quietly in the kitchen calmed him. There’s something good, he mused. 

Pippin was still a little flustered from being sat on and then hearing about his friend’s sickness. He had made an omelet with cheese and red peppers in it and enjoyed a cup of green tea and now he was deciding what to wear for the day. He rummaged around in his closet and eventually settled on a white button down shirt with red pants. 

This needs a belt, Pippin thought, grabbing a light brown one with an ornate silver buckle. Pippin didn’t have anything to do until his lab started after around dinnertime. I’ve got to get out of here, he thought, maybe there’s a museum or a bookshop I can go to? I wish Frodo and Sam were here, we could all go together. Pippin didn’t want to go alone, but he guessed that Merry would be too sick to go with him. That’s right, he thought, kicking himself, I said that I’d help him. 

Pippin was still deciding what to do exactly when he went back into the living room. “You wouldn’t want to go somewhere, would you?” Pippin asked hopefully. Merry, who had been dissociating while standing at the kitchen counter, started. “Aah--what?” he centered himself, “I don’t know. Like where were you thinking?” “Oh I don’t know. Maybe the new bookshop next to campus? It looked pretty cool when I walked by”

Merry frowned. “I’m not sure I can afford any books right now.”

“Hmm, well it’s a second-hand bookshop, so it should be better anyway”

Merry perked up. “Oh I love used bookstores. They always have the weirdest stuff. I like to look at the really obscure books that you kind of can’t believe would ever need to be written or read.”

“Excellent! Well let’s go shall we?”

After Merry quickly got dressed, he said goodbye to Peony and joined his friend by the door. Stepping out into the crisp Autumn air, the two linked arms and walked up the winding side street lined with orange-leaved Plane trees. 

[flfernandes]

Listened to ep 2!

Live reaction, feat. @falldowndead​

fran: ?? hasmabels voicemail box been emptied (they mentioned it was full last ep and no more messages could b left) went to get transcript to see what was beign sung, transcipt just says "singing, muffled"):< she’s singing smth like “sjdfhfkdjghdfkjgh to let the world know that i died for lo--” SPOOKY "you hear me so im real" ANA , WHATS UP W YOU?

falldowndead: pffffff

fran: you with your distance, with your high ground huh im waiting for something but i dont know what. the house is waiting huh oh saw a woman in her dream! maybe mabel? [eyes emoji]

falldowndead: i love ana's voice

fran: me too and from the voicemail message, mabels voice sounds so soft a woman w lips like raw meat saying one word like she wanted her to remember, but she coulndt THIS IS S O SPOOKY the future tense of me isnt alone......i thought mabel was stuck in the fairy lands, but more and more it sounds like ana is i remember the fae are involved, but i dont remember how!

falldowndead: oh darling

fran: curiosity is keeping her awake? oh the damn letters that wont open? im making you culpable why does everythign ana say make me weirdly aprehensive and spooked out not in a "ana is a bad person way" , but more in a "ana is in the process of being posessed by a very old, very strange thing" way

falldowndead: pfffff i know what you mean

fran: shes like "oh i wanna see whats in the letters" and im like hoe dont do it im having wild flashbacks to the anglerfish ep of tma and that does not bode well for you

falldowndead: like she's in danger and she only knows it in an subconscious level

fran: shit, yes! thats exactly it the fucking music, man the music is SO well done, the times where the voicemail beep sounds and theres sudden silence??? god so good im taking you with me. im making you an accomplice in this. im--im making you culpable. dude, why does this make me so fucking aprehensive ana holding her phone close whispering im taking you with me as if mabel is somehow the damn phone im making you an accomplice in this makes it sound like shes doing somethin so much worse than just opening old letters. tho i guess it is a federal crime jfhjkds im making you culpable TO WHOM? JESUS WHAT her little "oh oh my god" DUDE WHY DO THIS TO ME "the stories sally told me about you--they make you mythic" dude what sort of stories is this woman telling her caretaker about her damn grandkid oh her reflexion, thast what spooked her im trying not to look at the big brass mirrors, because i know that if i do, i will see something DUDE this is as much your fault as it is mine. you might not be here, but this is your story too. bitch.............

falldowndead: awn darling i love the lyrical quality

fran: YEAH WHAT??????? "do you know someone named--" ????

falldowndead: ?

fran: shit i think it was sally screaming and then falling

falldowndead: did it spook you?

fran: yeah man anas voice changed when she started r eading and i was like SHIT IS IT SOMEONE ELSE? WHOS IN THE HOUSE? i love that mabels actress' voice is bleeped in the credits skdjfh

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Thoughts!

Spooky. I love it. I do get the feeling that Ana is way in over her head and somehow somewhat aware of it? But not in any way that will help her. And... with Ana’s whole “I’m taking you with me”, Mabel’s strange thing with emptying the voicemail box but still not answering the calls, and the ghost thing in the first episode... is Mabel somehow... in the house?

Is something else in the house?

It’s a strange thing. Ana feels very... disconnected. She keeps talking about how it doesn’t feel real, being in the house. Living in someone else’s home waiting for them to die, about not having a real life. She’s mentioned a mother and a nephew and whatnot this episode, and the fact that her mom is sick, so they do exist and she does keep in contact with them, but... I do get the feelign that Ana’s somehow the one trapped in the fae lands.

The house is waiting, she said. The house itself? What does that mean, really?

[scifellaus]

Cowboy Bebop scifell thing I guess

" - known as 'Mad Science', has a bounty of 5,000,000. Bring 'im in - dead or alive - and th' prize is yours!"

Fell perked up, his black and red streaked hair falling every which way as he stared at the screen. There was a mugshot of a young man with dirty blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. He had a slim build and bright green eyes narrowed into a stubborn glare.

Fell stared at the picture and grinned. This one might actually be fun. And the reward wasn't small by any means. His brother, a stocky man named Edge, sighed as he walked in, arms weighted with a heavy toolbox.

"Sup bro?" His brother grunted.

"This ship is falling apart. I'm surprised it's stayed together this long," he muttered.

Fell sighed.

"Yeah," he said, "might be time to get a new one." Edge glared at him.

"And how, exactly, do you suggest we do that? We have little to no money, and if we steal one there'll be no more hunting which means no more money which means no more food," he snapped. Fell raised his hands in surrender and nodded towards the broadcast.

"Mad Science, of course."

The taller male stared down at him skeptically.

"How much is he going for?"

Once they had both cringed at such wording, insisting that even the criminals they hunted were people, not property. But they had spent years hunting them. Tracking them. They'd seen them do terrible things for their own benefit, or no reason at all. It was hard to think of them as people.

Thinking of that now, Fell understood why they might not want to be caught - other than their crimes.

"Five million." Edge let out an appreciative whistle.

"Mad Science was last seen heading for XY-2738. Stay tuned for more at -"

Fell turned off the TV. The brothers locked eyes. Fell grinned impishly, and Edge sighed with a fond eye roll.

"Looks like we're heading for XY-2738."

---~~~---

The streets of XY-2738 were bustling with people of many races. One man would be pretty hard to find. But Fell had specialized in such impossibilities for years, making him much better for the job.

A man with a cap tugged over his eyes to shield them from the dual power of the two suns overhead sat down on the bench next to him and heaved a sigh.

"Long day?" Fell asked from under the wide brim of his own hat.

"Stars, you have no idea," the man groaned. Fell smirked a little and hid it before the man could see. He had a pretty good idea of just how long his day had been.

"What's your name, kid?"

The man's eyes slid over to him before he huffed derisively.

"No."

"Fine. I'll just have to guess."

"Good luck," he muttered.

"Is it.....mmmmmm....Mad Science?" The man twitched. Fell hit the underside of his cap hard enough to fling it off of his head, revealing a long ponytail and spring green eyes glaring at him balefully. Fell grinned as Mad Science leapt away and started running.

Oh yes. He was right. This one was fun.

He ran after the blonde, adrenaline pounding through his head and fueling his steps as he donned a manic smile.

After thirty minutes, his sides were cramping, breathing was hard, his legs were burning, and Mad Science had gone out of sight.

Fell growled. This was the best quarry he'd had in years. He would not be giving up so easily.

The rain came down harder as hours passed. It had snuck up on him suddenly, but he kept running, even as the autumn rain soaked through his thin jacket and froze in his bones, he refused, pushed forward by the occasional glances of the target racing around corners or jumping fences. Finally, he couldn't go anymore. He nearly collapsed into a puddle that had submerged his entire foot. He couldn't keep going in this weather. He'd get himself sick.

He wandered around town, slinking silently under awnings as he tried to stay dry. A lesson in futility, he mused sulkily as one of the awnings dumped the water it had collected onto him.

There was a shoddy looking inn just across the street.

The hunter considered his options. Places like that were usually cheap, desperate for any customers and afraid to scare them off with high prices. He rummaged around in his bag. He had a good 100 C on him. Should be more than enough. He could either go in and get changed, being mildly inconvenienced, or he could stay out in the cold and catch his death from a knife in an alley or the ice trickling through his veins.

It wasn't a hard choice.

He wandered in. A brunette humanlike alien sat behind the counter, giving a too-wide smile at the blonde in front of them.

“And here's the key. Room 13 on your left, sir.”

“Thank you,” replied a now slightly familiar voice. Fell froze in place for a moment.

He didn't know if it was a moment of sympathy or stupidity when he decided to let him be for the night.

“I'm sorry sir,” the humanoid person said softly, “we don't have anymore rooms.” They really did sound upset, and he knew it wasn't their fault, but he still gave a frustrated huff.

“Do you have a phone I can use?” he asked gruffly. “Mine died.”

The employee shook their head.

“Shit,” he hissed. The voice he'd been chasing all day called out from across the room.

“You can use mine. Either that, or I have a charger,” the other human grumbled. Fell blinked at him, eyes narrowed. Mad Science rolled his eyes at him.

“Oh please,” he snapped. “If I wanted to do anything to you, I could have done it a good ten minutes ago. Besides, I'm too tired for this shit and I'm cold. I'm not moving more than I have to.” Fell considered his options and gave a jerky nod and followed the criminal to his room.

The space was small, almost cramped, with the two of them in there, but the green-eyed man didn't seem to mind. He put his phone and charger on the nightstand between them, easily within his reach. He sat on the bed and laid down, wrapping the blanket around himself. He was shivering.

More sympathetic stupidity, which, Fell noticed with rising alarm, was becoming a bit too constant for his comfort, led to him pulling out a thicker blanket from his water resistant satchel and tossing it to him gently.

He stared at him in bewilderment. “Thanks.”

“If ya don't stop shaking I might strangle you,” he growled with false annoyance.

The blonde rolled his eyes (but his lips quirked upwards a bit). Fell plugged his phone in.

A thick silence settled over them.

“Thanks,” the hunter mumbled. The target nodded.

More silence.

“Ya know, I just realized something,” he mused, “I never got your name.”

“I never gave it.”

“Would you?”

Mad Science blinked, brows furrowed. His head tilted to the left in a noiseless inquiry.

“Would you tell me your name?” he clarified, “I would like to know who's room I'm standing awkwardly in.” The leaner male snorted a little. He put his hand out for a shake.

“Sci.” Fell grinned.

“Is that a nickname, or is that what you got your title from?” Sci's face reddened.

“Second one,” he mumbled softly.

He snickered. That's adorable.

Sci shivered again. The dark haired man hesitated. He shook off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair before clambering on the bed and pulling him against his torso. Sci yelped in alarm and indignance before he realized that Fell was a walking heating pad and relaxed against him with a sigh. The hunter chuckled. The quiet was far more comfortable now. It had no right to be, seeing as how he was holding a target/total stranger, but it was.

His phone rang. 10% charge. He picked up to hear his panicked brother over the line.

“Fell, where the hell are you? Why haven't you been returning my calls?”

“Chill bro. I'm at a motel, just needed to charge my phone.” There was a heavy sigh over the other end. Fell glanced down to see Sci watching him carefully. He gave him a small confused frown.

“What's the status on target apprehension?” Sci's eyes narrowed and he became tense. With a grimace, Fell remembered exactly who he'd been targeting.

“Uh-”

“Actually, nevermind. Tell me about it after I pick you up.” Well fuck.

Edge would not give a single damn about anything Sci had done for him, but rather whatever he'd done to get a 5,000,000 C bounty on his head. Fell, on the other hand, figured he owed the guy. He could have left him in the lobby or the rain with a dead phone, but he chose not to, and he seemed a pretty decent guy. He honestly felt a little guilty, especially with the way Sci was staring up at him.

“‘Sup?” Fell asked, trying to keep it casual.

“Meh. My day’s been okay so far. I went all around the city. I didn't see much, since I was being chased and all, but I got plenty of exercise,” Sci said nonchalantly. “Then it started raining and I got cold, so I found this little bed and breakfast place. I decide to stay the night because it's cold as balls and I don't want to deal with that shit. And what do you know, the guy who was chasing me walks right in as I'm getting my key! And they're out of rooms and I don't want to make him go back outside because it's fucking cold even though he would totally deserve it for chasing me all day. I had things to do! Important things that I have a time limit on!” Sci ranted. Fell wisely kept his big ass mouth shut. “I don't really know why I let him use my phone charger because who the fuck would he be calling except I forgot that he's trying to arrest me and so now I have a stranger who's trying to turn me in to the police for some cash in my room while he waits for his partner or roommate or whoever the fuck called him while I'm sitting in his fucking lap.”

Fell fidgeted uncomfortably. Sci slid smoothly off of him. Fell missed his warmth.

“Ya know, I could just...tell my bro to pick me up tomorrow night and hide you somewhere? If I'm not already gone by then.” Sci made a reluctant noise in the back of his throat.

“How would you convince him though?” Sci asked. Fell grinned and picked up the phone. He quickly texted his brother, holding his phone so Sci could see and know what was going on. Sci jolted when the dark haired man put his arms around his waist, but quickly settled down again once he saw what he was doing.

F: don't bother picking me up tonight. Already paid for the room.

E: alright. Fine. Not like I haven't already made your plate or anything. Asshole.

E: so when do you want me to come get you?

F: tomorrow night should be alright.

E: k.

Fell placed his phone back on the bedside table. The blonde’s eyelids started to droop.

“Tired?” Fell whispered. The criminal jumped.

“Don't do that!” he snapped. Fell's phone buzzed again. He suddenly realized that he was still cuddling Sci. He pulled his arms away.

E: lock the door and keep your gun on you.

Fell rolled his eyes. Edge could be such a mother hen.

F: I will.

He put it back down. Sci shuffled in his lap. His arms wrapped around Fell's middle, his face buried in his chest. Fell, not knowing what to do, fell into the old behavior of hair petting. He would do this for Edge when he got a nightmare. Just like old times, he zoned out, and just like old times, he came back to reality to see a sleeping form nuzzled into him.

Fell stared down at the blonde curled against his chest and sighed softly. Just for tonight. They both needed it right now. Just one night. Then they could go back to their cat-and-mouse game. Right now though, the man snuggled up against him and snoring softly was warm and comfortable, they were in a small, secluded motel, and no one would know.

Just for tonight.

[all-i-wanna-write]

of cats and dramas

[ Masterlist ] summary: Dark clothes and belongings say nothing about the brightness inside of you, the brightness that Daniel sees.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“What?”

“Oh gosh, did I say that out loud?”

[ I combined two requests here because I thought that they would go well together! Thank you to those who requested! Sorry that this is out a bit late loves, I got distracted with friend’s suggesting a movie night. Classes start again tomorrow so I am powering through to get the drafts done for everyone! Also this ended up really long, wowie, I guess I got inspired? <3 -Admin V ] 

[Word Count: 2545 ]

if someone were to look at you, they would straight up say that you were scary

you didn’t really get it honestly

sure you wore darker colors than most people but that is just because you didn’t want any of your brighter color clothes to get stains at work after school

you work at a local cat cafe, by the way

you really just like taking care of cats

you would adopt one of the cats but your dad’s allergic

and you can speak to customers and coworkers well and are polite

yet at school you don’t really talk to many people because honestly?

people are exhausting

and most of them you can’t hold a conversation with because they just don’t find similar interests

like certain t.v shows or cats actually

well you can talk to one person

that being seongwoo but that is only because he’s your co-worker

and it's mostly to find out which shift either of you are covering

most people just talk about boring things and

one of those boring things includes relationships to which you just go

“why can’t we just talk about cats instead”

you know who else likes cats?

student council president and dance team leader kang daniel

peter and rooney are the loves of his life he swears

he is loved by all the student body and is an angel

he is also a really good dancer, thus why he is the leader of the dance team

honestly people are surprised he isn’t taken by anyone

he just says “he’s waiting for the right one” and just blushes at his cheesiness

its honestly adorable

so someone like you

who tends to avoid people, wear dark clothes, scares people

who prefers books to people but is just really, really, really shy

and daniel

who is loved by a lot of people, socializer, and is even the student council president

and is not shy lies

what are the odds right?

you were working your shift at the cafe after school when it started to rain and you thanked the stars you had a spare umbrella

of course when you were washing the window to the cafe you saw someone standing out there under the awning

which didn’t really cover them very well

and you figured

“must have gotten rained in..”

you debated it for a moment but quickly ran to the staff room and grabbed your umbrella

it was a very light pink which honestly wasn’t very you

but it was a gift from a friend from a long time ago and you weren’t about to just stop using it for its color

you stepped out of the cafe and quickly and walked to the stranger

“here, you need it more than me.”

and quickly putting it into their hands (you couldn’t see their face from their hood)

you ran back inside the cafe

but daniel saw you

in fact he was the one you gave the umbrella to

small world, huh?

he was running home from dance practice and it started to rain and he hid under there to try and stay less soaked and maybe wait out the rain

when you came out and handed him your umbrella and

it was pink, which from what he knew of you wasn’t very you

he saw you from time to time around school

noticed you were very pretty yes he did

and he knew you didn’t really talk to anyone and that kind of broke his heart cause

okay he has a crush on you but that is besides his point here

he knows you don’t actually try to be scary, he has known you since elementary

and that you are just really shy but

he hasn’t found the right chance to talk to you yet

and he looked back towards the window and saw you run in to serve customers and

where was that really shy girl he knew?

what he saw was you, in your apron and uniform, smiling at the customers and helping a kid with a kitten

picking up the cats gently and feeding them and showing the kids how to and

wow his heart is beating really fast

and his face feels really hot and he just feels like a pile of mush

soft af

because just seeing how much care you put into this and how happy and smiling and-

you almost caught him staring and he turned really quickly to look like he was fiddling with his phone before he looked down at the umbrella and smiled

he opened it up and stepped out into the rain and started home but

he really wanted to see you again

well of course he has to see you again he has to return your umbrella

so he started his plan

meanwhile you sighed as you just looked outside later to find it was still raining but

you did something nice for a stranger and you smiled softly to yourself and pulled up the hood on your black coat, sprinting home

you got sick for a few days lol

one day when you came back into class after being sick, you noticed that there was a coffee there

and you thought it was someone else’s and almost threw it away

but you saw your name on it and just went “???”

you looked around the classroom but no one else was there and you just shrugged

you sat back down and left it at the corner of your desk and that’s when you noticed other writing on it

“I’d give up one of my nine lives for you ❤️”

and you’d be lying if you didn’t blush a bit but you were also confused

and you thought it was a prank so you were wary

you tasted the drink and you were

surprised?

it was your favorite drink?

now things were getting freaky because you don’t have anyone you really told that to so you are wary of it but

well

you aren’t about to turn down a free drink

so you go on with your day

meanwhile

in a certain president’s room

daniel is freaking out to seongwoo

“dude what if she doesn’t like it”

“daniel i work with y/n, she drinks this all the time”

“yes, well, still! she may think it's poisoned or something oh god”

“boi”

and this pattern continued every day, a different line on the cup every time

“im feline fine now that i have seen you.”

“how you feline? cause you purrfect, i’m not kitten!”

and so on

they were honestly, really bad

like cringeworthy vomit bad

but you found them nice nonetheless

you also noticed something weird

usually people steered clear of you in class and tend to sit away from you but

kang daniel is sitting next to you

now you have seen daniel around a lot since elementary and have noticed him of course

who wouldn’t

he was a really kind guy and you may have had a crush on him before

or now

but that isn’t important everyone has a crush on him

you thought you had no chance

so you just ignored it

until he asked you for a pencil

you looked up and saw him smiling and just nodded quietly and handed him one of yours, which was actually bright orange

actually if someone were to look at your stuff, the only things that were really black was your clothing and bag, the rest of the stuff was rather colorful

he beamed and thanked you and you swore you saw buddha right then and there

you had to turn away quickly to hide your blush

you said “your welcome, oppa” and went on with it

meanwhile daniel was blushing himself because he did it! he talked to you!

and wow your voice was really cute

so days went on like that

you got mysterious coffees from someone and daniel kept sitting next to you, asking you various things

you two actually started to talk more

(which surprised people but it wasn’t unwelcome

there were bets being made

aka started by seongwoo

on how long it would take for you two to start dating)

you two talked about favorite breeds of cats and daniel got into discussions with you about drama endings which,,, surprised you because

kang daniel? soft over fight for my way? unheard of

but he was really into it

because he saw you were watching it while waiting for class one day and asked if he could watch with you because he missed the showing last night

it was the start of a beautiful friendship

you two talked about anything and everything and suddenly that dreary morning period didn’t seem so bad anymore

you kind of felt sad when class ended and you had to stop talking to him

little did you know daniel felt the same way and he was thinking of ways to meet with you outside of class because he really

really wants to just

wow he had to stop right where he was in the middle of his council work to realize

he wanted to hold hands with you, hug, and kiss you and just do nice boyfriend-girlfriend things

“oh my god i’m in love”

“it took you two months to realize that?”

seongwoo is so done

so he takes the initiative

one day when you and seongwoo share the shift he brings up a study group for the morning class you two are in

he said since you get really good grades in the class if you could help with it

he begged and promised that he would cover your shifts for a week if you went to one

and if he covered more shifts that meant you could watch more of your drama or play games so

you shrugged and said sure

come saturday night and you are regretting

you are standing outside of seongwoo’s home in your sweatshirt, jeans, and timbs (all black of course) and hair tied back and

why didn’t you stay home to watch shows

you would have taken the shifts because you really didn’t mind them so much but

you sighed because you keep your word on things

so with that you knocked on the door

before you could knock knock twice

i’m sorry that was a really bad pun

seongwoo opened the door with a wide grin and ushered you in

not at all suspicious

and lo and behold

daniel is sitting there on the couch with his book open

he looks up to see who came in and his eyes go wide

so do yours

seongwoo sits you down and he gets out his own books and it's quiet for a while

until you notice daniel struggling with a translation for english and you scooch next to him to help him

“its translated to “carnival” here, so it is asking “have you been to the carnival”.”

and he beams at you and thanks you and you feel yourself blush but

you two continue to work together

seongwoo quietly tiptoes upstairs as you two continue to work

you two end up getting your homework done and soon you are just talking about things and

daniel is smiling so much at you and you are doing the same and it's honestly so nice

he just thought to himself as he heard you talk about the differences between ae-ra and seolhee that

“i really want to kiss you right now.”

“what?”

“oh gosh did i say that out loud?”

and it's really awkward between you two and daniel just sighs and

“well i had wanted to do this a whole different way, maybe with flowers, but...”

you look at him in confusion and he just blushes a bit before smiling at you

“I really like you, y/n, i’ve liked you since elementary school when you stood up for me in front of the bullies who said dancing was for girls, and even more when you gave me your umbrella that rainy day in front of the cafe, and the more i got to know you the more i fell and i started to try to woo you over slowly… so i asked seongwoo what your favorite drink was and got that every morning and i just wanted to talk to you more but didn’t know how and… wow this is a lot i uh… i’m sorry if i made you feel awkward..”

he giggles a bit and hides his face and you just

this man is a child

a cute child

you smile and look down, causing him to look at you in concern as you reply

“i admit… i didn’t think i would be one of those people who want a relationship since i really only know dramas and games well, but… hanging out with you and talking to you made me feel so nice, it's kind of crazy how much i like talking to you? because i thought that since you were really popular you wouldn’t want to talk to me but i… wow this is… haha how do people do this?”

“right?”

you and daniel giggle like the dorks you are and you just stare at eachother and smile

daniel holds out his hand and you take it quietly and you just lean against each other

“I don’t know how these things work but… i want to make this work with you. will you be my girlfriend?”

you smile up at him and his heart is fluttering

“of course, who else would i argue about the heirs with?”

both of you were blushy messes when seongwoo came back down from his “bathroom break”

he was hiding on the staircases holding back sobs of joy at his friend finally getting with you like a proud parent would

“so uh, i take it things went well?”

he asked all cheekily and then you realized

“you set this up on purpose!”

“so i did, well would you look at the time my parents are coming home soon and you all need to get home to sleep, ta ta lovers!”

and he ushers you two out with your stuff and the two of you are left standing there before both of you giggle

“i admit, i kind of want to hit him for setting us up like this but i should also thank him.”

“why?”

“because without him, i don’t think i would have ever been able to confess to you”

there you go red again, and even redder when daniel takes your hand in his and you two start to walk home

daniel just murmurs into your hair as the sun sets in the distance

“you make me feel so high, i’m so crazy.”

extra

(seongwoo sneezed as he felt like something happened

as if someone just stole something from him but he doesn’t know what

he wrinkled his nose before shrugging and going back to his show)

(when you two came to school the next day, there were posters that had “FINALLY!” on the front and it said that you and daniel got together and you both looked at eachother before sighing.

“seongwoo.” “seongwoo.” )

( “wait a minute”

“hm?”

“you still have my umbrella!”

“oh yeah about that--” )

[mikeshanlon]

goddd I cannot believe u have read iwwv u don't know me but for some reason we watch like.. the same shows and now books lol. anyway can I ask what were ur thoughts on the ending? like to me at least it was onvious Oliver had not done it and he wasn't gonna pull a unreliable narrator last minute (despite being an unreliable narrator) I'm talking abt the whole uhh James is a**** thing.. like what HAPPENS NEXT? is he w wren? also I feel so bad for meredith like girl love urself.. sry 4 the essay

omg yes taste!!!! Also no I’m dying to talk abt this novel so don’t apologize if anything im sorry bc I wrote way too much answering ur question LGRNLRGN

IF WE WERE VILLIANS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT go read it if u haven’t it’s legendaric

Okay the ending!!!! AH!!!! Okay yeah so I think it’s clear Oliver did not do it, I think the ambiguity lies more whether or not James intentionally killed Richard or if it was an accident. Like, did he see Richard stumbling out in the woods hella intoxicated and think to himself that this was the perfect opportunity to get revenge for all the abuse and torture Richard had been terrorizing him with??? Did he lie to Oliver? Personally, I believe James that it was an accident… of sorts. I don’t think James set out with the intention to kill Richard at all. But Richard was goading him and fighting him and after the buildup of cruelty and tension between them over the past few months, Richard be a homophobic dick and calling James and Oliver qu*er and prodding at the most important relationship in James’ life struck a nerve. So when Richard wanted to keep fighting and hurt him again he was like fuck this and he hit Richard too hard with the hook and that in tandem with Richard being drunk caused Richard to fall and die. And, like the others, James felt awful but there was a sort of sick sense of relief.

(Also, I’m not exactly sure Oliver counts as an Unreliable Narrator. I mean he is certainly keeping some things from that detective guy but, and I was reading something from M.L. Rio about this, like he’s literally just oblivious and dumb as fuck sometimes LKGNLRGLKNRG. So idk how often he’s intentionally Unreliable but I also get what you mean)

Anyways I’m totally a believer that James is alive bc despite enjoying dark stories im like okay but I need a happy ending LGKNLKRGlkenlgneg. Like c’mon they never found the body……….. A metaphorical death and shedding of his past life bc he blames himself for Oliver taking the fall is like the MOST tragic hero Shakespearean shit ever like it just works so well!!!!!! The part where Oliver describes the last time James visited him in jail…

“Oliver I’m begging you,” he said. “I can’t do this anymore.” When I refused again, he pulled my hand across the table, kissed it, and turned to leave. I asked where he was going and he said, “Hell. Del Norte. Nowhere. I don’t know.” (343).

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd. God. Anyways I think that was very telling of his plans. Hell (for “committing suicide”, moreso for all of his wrong doings). Del Norte is the beach that him and Oliver slept on that one night and so I feel like that place holds a lot of significance for them, but it’s a place only those two know the significance of. So, I like to think he ran away there and started a new life. He wrote that letter with the disjointed Pericles monologue I think to hint to Oliver that he was at Del Norte, if he wanted to find him, because even though his “death” was a self-punishment for ruining Oliver’s life, he still cares for him a lot and doesn’t want to be without him. Like a whole monologue about the sea????????? The fact that he literally said the monologue to Oliver while they were at Del Norte?? “To give my tongue that heat to ask your help; / Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, / For that I am a man, pray see me buried.” LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAT god !!!! Also water is gay<3 and in my heart Oliver goes and finds him and they like work through shit and are together.

Anyways I don’t really think he’s with Wren. Their relationship during senior year was always sort of ambiguous to me…. Like they definitely got super close, they probably were romantically involved in some capacity (since other characters like Alexander who is much more perceptive were like Oliver how did it take you this long to notice LRGNRGNK) though idk if it was like the Encompassing Love Affair Oliver thought it to be bc he’s oblivious and jealous. And also like James was very much enamored with Oliver so idk. (EDIT i just remembered they slept together LMAO but i think my point still stands) In the epilogue Wren is in London and is a recluse and doesn’t reach out to any of the Villains which like. Good for her LRGNRLG even though I hated Richard I can’t imagine like how much of a toll that took on her to see her cousin die and all their friends be like uh yeah we should let him die and then have to keep up a lie like… even though she agreed Richard was awful that has to be so heart wrenching (badumtss) and life ruining. So I think she especially wouldn’t want to be with James seeing as he essentially led Richard to fall into the lake, though I’m not sure if she knows that or not.

And Meredith!!!! Like I’ll be real sometimes she frustrates me but I think she’s also SUCH an interesting and realistic character (which is something I love about this novel, all the characters are interesting to me and I like how the female characters are portrayed.... like i LOVE Fillipa she is such a bad ass bitch but again she’s not just like. Expected to always be strong and clever like she’s got feelings too. Anyways love her). As I said before I was perusing through the author’s tumblr a bit and ppl were like “omg why did Meredith go through all the male friends” like BYEEE literally feeding into the stereotypes that made her feel insecure and weak… (Also again, they’ve known each other for four years… so its not that insane lmao). I think Meredith’s relationship with her sexuality and beauty is very interesting and relatable for a lot of women (I mean I am not. Like a seductive femme fatale like she is but LGKNKRGN). On one hand she is definitely a multifaceted person who is more than her sexuality, on the other, she’s constantly Literally Cast by Gwendolyn in sexualized roles and seen as sexualized by her friends/bf (Richard) and constantly told her worth in and out of the theatre is her body. Like there is an interesting duality about the power she possesses with her sexuality but also the extreme insecurity that is bred by being constantly sexualized and this struggle of like knowing she has worth outside of her body but also sort of … not in the eyes of others. That scene where they’re doing those exercises of their strengths and weaknesses really Hit. Anyways yes Meredith love urself queen… get a hot respectful gf… become a powerful successful legend…..

Related-ish sidenote, obviously I like James and Oliver together the most though I will say Meredith and Oliver’s relationship was interesting though ultimately unhealthy…. Like one of the aspects I like about their relationship is Oliver respects Meredith and when he realizes he is falling into that idea that Meredith is this super sexualized person he’s like hold awn that’s shitty of me… But also I think the fact of the matter is that their relationship was catalyzed by shitty stuff,,, like lust and the need for revenge. Like I honestly don’t really think they would’ve gotten together if not for the extreme animosity with Richard and the adrenaline of like that whole show run and more particularly That Night…. It feels like they got together because they were drunk and they’re attractive, which like yeah fine valid, but also, subconsciously, to be like fuck you Richard. Like, guess what I’m with the guy who you’re constantly saying doesn’t matter. And also seeking comfort and validation when their most important people are not valuing them (Richard being literally fucking awful to Meredith, James sort of pushing Oliver away—again I think subconsciously was sort of a revenge jealousy type thing where Oliver is with the person that James doesn’t really like and makes not amazing comments about being promiscuous). And then their relationship I think keeps going because like. Wow grief is a bitch and they want some comfort. Meredith is drawn to Oliver because he’s one of the only people who values her for more than just a sexual object which like is What She Deserves but their relationship is like a mess of sex and guilt and Oliver is in love with James (the parts where Meredith drags Oliver for caring more about James… iconic as she should! Like when Oliver is like sorry James is visiting me I’m not coming or when she’s like are you more jealous of him or me when they kissed for that scene….. OOP!). Anyways idk if that makes sense but I find Oliver and Meredith’s relationship interesting bc it’s not like… the worst unhealthy relationship ever or anything and I think there is genuine care and love/attraction there between them but like Oliver is never going to totally Be What Meredith deserves especially because like… he loves James more. Also the part where Meredith slaps Oliver when he gets out of jail and he’s like yeah I deserve that is so GLKNRglkenrgnrg to me.

Anyways I probably have more thots but wow. This is long. Sorry LGRNLKRGNng

[prfoundlysuperengineer]

A Cigarette

“He’s not there,” Rook’s voiced echoed out to Jenny. “I’m heading to the surface.”

Jenny strolled out of the greenhouse, crumpling up her gum wrapper and tossing it away with a flick of her thumb. Nodding into the darkness of the bunker, she watched as the pale blue glow Rook emitted moved swiftly to the bunker’s exit. It had been several hours since Jeremy had gone out for a smoke right before Kaamos’s surgery. Before Seeker had woken screaming…. Jeremy hated being stuck in a box under the ground. She couldn’t blame him and should not have been one bit surprised at him not being found. But to be gone so long….

Next came the living quarters. It was tempting to amuse herself by searching under couch cushions and in cupboards just to say that she had, but it had already been a long day, and her ability to make light of things was wearing precariously thin. She checked through all the rooms, then the bathroom, and was on her way back out when something on Rooks’ neatly made bed caught the corner of her eye. It was a single, neatly rolled cigarette.

She stared at it for several minutes, a strange, sick knot coiling in her gut. When she finally moved, it took more effort than she cared to admit to walk over to the bed. She picked the familiar object up, turned it over in her fingers, and with a conflicted frown that narrowed her already tired eyes, she tucked it behind one ear and headed out of the living quarters for the surface.

As Jenny crawled up out of the hatch the last echoes of an angered mordesh shout petered out over the sand, and it did not take much effort at all to find Rook. “Any luck?” she called out, dusting sand from her palms.

Rook viciously kicked a sandy stone with a growl, sending it skipping across the ground wildly before sinking into the sand with a soft thump. Colorful Mordescu curses rung in the air before she seemed able to collect herself. Turning to Jenny her shoulders sloped, frowning, and brows furrowed judging from how the glow from her facial apparatus and eyes were cast. “Not a trace…”

Jenny smoothly fixed an unreadable frown over her features as her blue eyes scoured the darkness in vain for… anything. Approaching Rook, she drew the cigarette out from behind her ear and offered it over. “This was settin’ on yer bed,” she said quietly.

Rook closed the distance between them. Spidery fingers plucked the rolled tobacco out of Jenny’s hand and a shuddered breath escaped her. “He left,” she realized out loud. “He left. Why would he leave?”

Jenny stared at the cigarette as if waiting for the paper to tell her something. Anything. Offering a lame shrug of her shoulders she shoved her free hand into her pockets to keep herself from fidgeting or lashing out…. Damn it all, it was too late for this. “Was hopin’ you’d know,” she offered quietly. “Any idea where ‘e’s gone?”

“I don’t have the faintest idea… I have no clue.” Rook shook her head. “I had no warning…”

Jenny licked her lips, and asked what she already knew the answer to.“… Do ya ever get a warnin’?”

“No. Never.”

Rook moved to set a hand on Jenny’s shoulder as she stood to her side. The height difference between them was staggering.“…I’m sorry, Jenny.”

She did not seem to register the hand on her shoulder for several seconds, but finally Jenny shrugged her free shoulder as if the apology was entirely unnecessary. “It’s fine,” she replied with a numb, half-hearted smirk. “He did wha’ ‘e though best fer ‘im…. An’ it’s one less potential casualty.” Jenny frowned at her words as soon as they left her lips. With the message that Dalaca was hunting them again in mind, the thought of Jeremy not being caught in it was the only twisted comfort she was afforded.

Suddenly Jenny was pulled into some sort of a side hug by the mordesh and a moment passed between them that did not need words. Had it not been for the unconscious Kaamos yards below them she had no doubt that the mordesh would have gone after him, and that she would have caught him.

“That doesn’t make it okay, even… even if he thought it was best.” Rook’s voice was level yet unnervingly acidic. “We’re in this together. We’re a family.”

Jenny smiled a little at hearing her own words, and after a few stubborn moments she leaned into the comfort of the mordesh’s side hug. “Will 'e come back?” She instantly regretted asking. It sounded so… silly. Faithless. Weak. It made her sick. Not that she wouldn’t be just fine with him not there, of course. She had originally encouraged him to stay behind, after all.

There was an eerily long pause, even for Rook. In the dark of the Malgrave night, Jenny could see the mordesh’s eyes rove from one dune to the next. Across tents and abandoned things, like they had the answer all along. They offered nothing short of their sad presence.

“…Usually,” Rook murmured at last. “Jeremy has… a way of things, I guess. But this time…” She pulled Jenny in for a light squeeze against her hip, and Jenny guessed at what she was unable to say.

Jenny nodded her head once in understanding, but she lifted an arm around Rooks’ waist to return a light squeeze of her own. The young woman then dropped her arm, her jaw setting firmly. “Guess we’ll see. Next time I’ll snag 'is lighter so 'e won’ be able t’ ge’ very far.” With a flat look to the empty expanse of Malgrave around them, she blew a bubble of gum and popped it loudly in defiance. “You should get some sleep, Rook. I’ll sit up with Kaamos.”

Rook sighed quietly and began to move back to the hatch of the bunker. “Don’t… Don’t stay up here too long, okay?” she asked quietly before disappearing.

Jenny listened to the receding sound of Rooks boots against the ladder rungs, thinking about the lone cigarette the mordesh took with her till the dry desert air was void of everything but the ripple of torn awnings being tugged by the wind and the hiss of blowing sand. She liked the trees of Celestion, so vibrant and full of life. She liked the mountains and loftite towers of Algoroc even more, their heights humbling, and something great to reach out and strive to take hold of. But here… it was empty. There was nothing familiar but what she wore, and the dreaded feeling of being abandoned gnawed at the edge of her mind as almost everyone in the galaxy she cared about hid in the near bunker from a threat that was promised to find them again.

Almost everyone.

Sniffing, Jenny spat away her gum and turned to head back, only to suddenly stop and look down at the ground and the small scattering of cigarette butts beneath her boots. Pink lips pursing into a thin line she set her jaw, and kicked a wave of sand over to conceal them. She didn’t need cigarettes.

[zaritarazi]

Merlance

WHO HOLDS THE UMBRELLA WHEN IT RAINS:laurel always remembers an umbrella- tommy does not. and so when he meets up with her after work and she has her umbrella and he’s standing under an awning she absolutely holds the umbrella while he saddles up beside her and is like hey is this seat taken and she just rolls her eyes at him

WHO IS THE GRUMPIEST IN THE MORNING:tommy definitely, like find me someone less used to getting up at a decent hour and having to be a productive person, he’s like why am i even up if it’s not for morning sex, and laurel is like because people are functioning at this time of day tommy and he’s like um haha source???

WHO WORRIES MORE WHEN THE OTHER IS SICK/HURT:tommy has never actually like... been used to caring about other people this intently but if laurel comes in from being the black canary and she’s covered in bruises and he just feels so stricken with fear for her, he makes her get in the shower so he can wash her off and tuck her into bed

WHO PLAYS PRANKS ON THE OTHER:tommy thinks he’s the slickest and funniest person alive, laurel grimly tolerates this fact

WHO IS ALWAYS THE FIRST TO SUGGEST CUDDLING ON THE SOFA:laurel finds it easy to just flop down next to tommy on the couch after a long day, tommy finds that nights spent without laurel beside him are impossibly long and lonely and full of worry

WHO INSISTS ON CREATING NICKNAMES FOR THE OTHER:i mean we know “pretty bird” belongs to tommy @ laurel now because SOMEONE ELSE proved themselves completely unworthy of it so

WHO DROOLS ON THE OTHER WHEN THEY’RE ASLEEP:hard tommy 

WHO SAYS ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST:tommy does, mainly because it strikes him literally through the heart, laurel has always teased him about not committing and suddenly he looks at her and he knows, he knows he loves her more than anything, more than he ever thought he was capable, and he’s like, laurel lance... i... love you. and she just stares at him because he said it so grimly and she’s like um... you sure? and he’s like yes. i love you more than anything, i love you, please say you love me? oh god did i say that last part out loud im sorry you um- this is so awkward i’m sorry laurel i- and she just laughs and holds his cheeks as she kisses him and says “i love you, too”