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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · 2 years ago

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Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

Hi, sorry for taking so long, but I am very grateful for your patience!

Here you go...

Headcanons of what's like to date Bruce, Dick, Jason, Martian, Wally, and Clark?

I would like to state that I’m assuming you meant Martian Manhunter and not Miss Martian, but in the case that I am wrong and you meant Miss Martian let me know and I’ll add her to this or write a super-long essay of your guy’s relationship or something!

As always please do not copy my work in any way, shape, or form. Thanks!

Warnings: none i think... not spell checked...

Bruce Wayne

Dating Bruce Wayne? Gotham’s favorite Billionaire and the Batman? Wow, good luck.

There is a lot of angsty shit in your relationship. Keep in mind it’s not like you guys have like crazy issues or anything, not to say that the Joker isn’t a crazy issue, but I mean that you don’t actually fight with each other a lot.

You disagree quite a bit considering you watch him on monitors and he goes out and actually gets hurt, but all of that frustration and worry comes from a place of care.

However, you didn’t talk to him for days when he decided to let Dick join him in the field. You were beyond upset, especially since you knew the dangers of crime-fighting yourself, seeing as you used to be a vigilante.

Regardless of that, it was Dick that convinced you to cut Bruce some slack. Eventually, you came to agree with the teenager, but only after you kicked Bruce where the sun doesn’t shine.

On a nicer note, definitely lots of gifts coming from his end even though he is called the dark knight.

Even when you were both playing hero and he didn’t know who you were under the mask he gave you little gadgets. You two had also met outside of hero-ing and in your real lives where he constantly graced you with the treat of coffee and/or donuts.

He likes to get you nice treats and sweets. He knows you don’t care for expensive gifts, especially since you work for a lot of nonprofits.

As for PDA on a scale, I will give you a 7.5/10. A solid 2.5 for physical affection such as hand holding, forehead kisses, whispering in each other's ears, and being a little too close to each other but not so close that you freak out everyone else around you.

As for that leftover 5 on the scale, holy shit do you guys never shut up. The constant flirting is where most of this score comes from. Saying embarrassing and inappropriate shit anywhere and everywhere is common with you. You tease each other relentlessly and enjoy seeing the other squirm. It can be quite uncomfortable for others around you, but you tend to keep the more spicy comments quieter, which leads to all of your odd whisperings.

You sort of live with him…? You guys are most often at his place, but you did decide to keep your own just because you wanted something that you paid for and could afford unlike his gigantic fucking manor.

Bruce cares for you deeply and understands why you want to keep your independence and have at least something of your own, especially considering that you guys work together often.

You are close with all of his family, including each kid he adopts, takes in, or has under his proverbial wing. In fact, you kind of think they prefer you over him, or at the very least Jason definitely does.

It might also be common sense now that Alfred also likes you more than Bruce because, in your guys' relationship, you have all of the brain cells and are logical.

You both can be impulsive and rude. You both can come across as very blunt and private people. You work well together despite everything.

You were very glad in the end that you both found someone so supportive and understanding.

You both were also glad that you had the guts to kiss him because, honestly, he was never going to make the first move without it being an epic disaster.

Dick Grayson

Yay! Okay, this guy and you wow. May I just say couple goals here. Like yes, wonderful, perfect together.

Will you go off on someone for hurting his feelings? Count on it. Whether it is physically fighting or verbally berating someone, you also support everyone’s favorite Blue Bird.

Cute nicknames? Yes, as I stated previously, Blue-Bird, you know because he had been Robin and then he became Nightwing, and Nightwing’s suit is black and blue. Also, his eyes are blue and they look so pretty you could stare at them all day. Also, often used but none as creative as Blue-Bird, sweetheart, darling, cutey, and love.

His pet names for you, are Darling, beautiful, sweetie, bundle of too much adorableness, most wonderful human being to ever exist, my reason for getting out of bed every morning, and love. It is obviously a wonderful mixture of names, and yes, sometimes you do worry about him.

I mean how could you not, you were there since he became Robin, you comforted him through every phase, from being a rebellious teen by denouncing Bruce, becoming Nightwing, forming his own group of heroes, and making the obvious mistake of wearing tights as a part of his costume (that one was particularly hard for you).

I will now rate your PDA, congrats you have received a 6/10. You guys like to give small face kisses (forehead, top of the head, cheek, nose, temple, etc.), you guys give each other small pecks on occasion, and always say ‘I love you’ when one of you has to leave. You hold each other's hands a lot. You guys are very sweet and very wholesome. The only time you aren’t is when you get reunited after a long time (2+ weeks) or a life-threatening thing happens (which is pretty often, I’m not going to lie).

When you reunite do you share that time slowed down and you are running to each other with the wind in your hair moment before frantically grasping one another to share a passionate kiss.

Sometimes he will tickle you and pick you up just to spin with you. This happens quite a lot and the two of you often have tickle fights.

You get along with his family, but you have no trouble standing up to them for him. You will fist fight with Jason and tell Tim to ‘shut up and go to sleep’. If Damian starts talking crap you won’t physically hit the child, but you will steal away his pets with treats, which annoys him because food > him.

You will scream at Bruce if necessary. Dick and his adoptive siblings will have to physically pick you up to get you away from the situation.

You guys never fight, except when you eat the last of each other’s ice cream.

Jeez, you two are so cute together.

Jason Todd

You met early on but got together a few years after his death.

He used to annoy the shit out of you, but the events involving the Joker led you both in the same direction.

You both have a better understanding of each other than anyone else. You are field partners and the only real anti-heroes of Gotham.

You were quick to share an apartment once you both learned each other’s civilian names.

It is easier than you both expected to fall into a rhythm, which only made it easier to go from something platonic to something romantically domestic.

You never seemed to get in each other's way and could somehow calm the other down when the world became a little too quiet or loud. You both rarely slept in the separate beds you had brought and maneuvered into the one bedroom. In fact, neither of you really slept on a bed.

Most nights you stayed up as late as you could and either returned home and passed out on the couch or watched tv till 3 am, cuddling, and passed out on the couch.

You guys are a little different than others. PDA is more of healthy ways to deal with trauma mixed with a little codependency (but nothing terrible, sometimes shit just gets hard for you both and you have some really off days). Hand holding, back rubs, hugs, and playing with each other's hair and hands are just ways to calm each other.

But back to PDA. Yes. 9/10. You will both totally make out in front of other people spontaneously without a care in the world. He tends to initiate it, but you certainly never have an issue with it.

After all of the shit you two have been through you don’t really care about other people’s comfort around you because you feel safe with each other and are each other's security blankets.

Pet names are definitely common. It is probably the most annoying thing he does when you work together fighting crime. You always hated how he was so arrogant and acted childish when he was Robin. Now he just calls you pet names and flirts ceaselessly with you while you fight together. He will call you sweetheart, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, love, my love, love of my life, and more when you are in the field. He calls you them outside of your night shift too, but that does not annoy you at all.

You tend to use many of the back, if not all of them, because he means just as much to you.

He always makes the most adorable face when you cradle his head and call him beautiful. Like this is the softest he will ever be with someone else and he just looks so small and cute and in need of a hug.

If he annoys you, expect gifts in the form of food and drinks. If you annoy him, expect to give him extra hugs and books.

Yes, you read together, cuddling. Typically different books, but he acts as your personal heater and you love it.

Coffee shop dates, take-out-stay-in dates, and video game dates are to be expected. Also, pastries on top of buildings in the middle of the night are a great pastime.

Also, one last thing, just to mention, you are the only one allowed to use or even touch his guns.

Martian Manhunter

Telepathically communicating, yayyyyyyyy! Okay maybe too soon with that one. But really, expect to be snorting in a silent room as everyone looks at you like you're crazy except for him because he’s smiling fondly at your reaction.

You two are very sweet together. You help the Justice League with PR stuff, so you talk with the group of heroes all the time.

You often work with the big names and more controversial people in the League, but you work with everyone when you need to.

Also, J’onn can fly so expect to be carried in his arms all the time. He won’t even think about it twice because why would he take you somewhere in a car when he can literally swoop you off your feet bridal style and fly off as you look up at him in complete adoration.

For the moment you’ve all been waiting for, PDA rating. I would say 3/10 in public and 6/10 in private. By that I mean outside world public and the justice hall, mount olympus, etc. as private. In your guy’s place he’s just a cuddle bug or a second cat because yes he bought you a cat for one of your anniversaries.

He cooks you dinner. You join him often, but like he loves to cook you dinner. You think it is really sweet, but he also loves to learn different earthly activities. That and M’gann sends him recipes she thinks you’ll like (and you always love them).

You once made him chocolate cake by the way and now he has a new favorite thing. He loves it and didn’t stop talking about it for months.

He likes to hold your hands a lot. Sometimes when one of you is stressed the other reaches out in hopes of grounding them before they overthink. It’s very sweet and you both love the gesture.

You sort of also took M’gann under your wing when she first arrived and it melted yours and J’onn’s hearts when she first called you her aunt/uncle. At this point you're like the mom of the YJ and the go to friend for the league. It’s all very sweet but sometimes J’onn feels like the League is hogging you and ‘has to’ drag you away from everyone quite literally, which goes a little something like this:

“Oh, but J’onn, I was having a lovely conversation with Bruce.” “Oh, I’m very sorry, Y/n, but we really have to go,” as he starts to pull you out of the room. “Alright, sorry Bruce we can talk, more some other time?” Once you both make it out of the room you release a breath, “Dinner?” “Yes.” “Great because I’m hungry and Bruce was gnawing my ear off.” After that you both just laugh.

Dinner goes great by the way and you share chocolate cake at the end before going home to cuddle with your cat and watch baking and cooking shows.

Wally West

Just to get it out there, you show your guys affection through food and physical touch

You make Wally whatever you can cook and make a lot of it for his boosted metabolism. You also order extra pizza for him.

He tries to bake you your favorite desserts but sometimes lacks the patience and other times he eats half of it.

He typically just always buys you your favorite snacks and desserts. Even then he always ‘sneaks’ a bite.

Your PDA is surprisingly low, but as he matures it definitely increases. Like Dick had told you all those years ago it took a while to get used to Wally eating.

I would rate you a 2/10 at the beginning of your relationship and an 8/10 when at your best. (basically Young Justice S1 Wally compared to S2)

You are always touching each other. I don’t mean in an inappropriate way, but considering it is Wally that isn’t unheard of, just not often done in public.

On top of that, he will carry you everywhere, superspeed, normal speed it does not matter. Hand holding always, hugging always. He just wants physical contact. And piggy backs.

But like also, his pickup lines. I repeat his pickup lines. They are so cheesy and corny and you find them endearing somehow. I mean I do too, he is a sweetheart so yeah.

He treats you so well too. Your well-being matters so much to him and if you need something, he will be there in like 3 seconds regardless of where he is.

Nicknames should be expected: whatever you do, whatever you like he finds a way to make it a nickname. He does use babe a lot, but it feels a little basic so he comes up with new one's all the time. Sometimes they stick and other times you choke on air, but the scientific method says that you will fail and retry so it doesn’t phase him.

For the record though, he is Wally so a lot of his nicknames are food based: honey, cupcake, sugar cube, sweet potato, and more.

If you nerd out with him he will never, I repeat, never let you go.

Also if you wear his merch he will be all over you. Depending on the situation and the place it might get a little spicy, but in most cases he will wrap his arms around your middle and just hold you tightly as he falls back into a chair or couch or something. He will not let you go and will nuzzle his face into your neck for hours. For someone that is so fast and gets bored so easily, he will never want any of this to end.

Clark Kent

Yeah, you know. You knew. You were well aware of who he was. One single pair of glasses did not fool you. I mean, you didn’t say anything until like the seventh date, but you knew.

Yay, lucky you are normal, in fact, you do not play hero in your free time, but you do have some abilities.

You blame the particle accelerator explosion that occurred in your last home for your abilities. But they were easy to hide and really helped with your job.

You are a psychologist/part-time therapist. You met Clark through an interview you did about the effects of the most recent attack in Metropolis on the citizens' mental health. You had to fight for this article to even exist, but you did so because you could feel the fear that radiated throughout it.

You did everything you could to provide as much help and information as you could on the topic. Clark had been the photographer for the interview and you both immediately hit it off.

He asked you out to dinner when you stopped by his office to discuss doing another article. Clark said that to celebrate the occasion he could take you out if you wanted.

You said yes because free dinner was nice and he seemed like a good guy, so you thought why the heck not?

Of course, the date went well and you highly enjoyed his company. He asked you out again and said yes.

On your third date, he had to leave early for whatever reason, and then a minute later Superman flew by and started to stop a robbery a block away. Interested, you got as close as you could and were very shocked when you saw Superman’s face.

You didn’t mention it, but he had the same aura with the slightest bit of guilt that you thought was likely toward leaving you mid-date.

Once he knew you knew he eased up a lot and told you all about his past and Krypton and his powers and his hero-ing.

You guys have great communication, which is in part due to your empathic abilities. You can always tell when something bothers him and he is more than willing to talk through whatever troubles him. You do the same understanding that you both thrive off of honesty with each other.

Conversation always comes easy.

Some activities you like to do together are going out for dinner, movie nights, baking, picnic dates, and annoying Bruce Wayne.

Your PDA scale would be like a 4/10 at most. You are very sweet with each other, but sometimes you both find it odd being extra coupley with others around you. Since Clark has super hearing he can tell when people are uncomfortable and since you have your empath abilities you can feel it too. Other people’s moods also affect yours in general so the more people there are the more overwhelmed you feel so you try to avoid anything more than a quick peck on the cheek.

However, it is still very obvious you two are together because you spend a lot of time with each other and go to lunch together basically every day.

Around the Justice League, you can be a little more open with your affections but you both still prefer privacy.

Nicknames: yes. There are some of the basics: darling, dear, love, etc. Clark particularly likes calling you my dear and you enjoy calling him sweetheart. Sometimes you joke around when he enters a room and you say, “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s my boyfriend, Clark Kent.”

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sweetestcaptainhughes · 5 months ago

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What are you trying to say? - Trevor Zegras

Word Count - 3600

Author's Note - I 100 percent projected my own dysleixia hardcore into this. This was 100 percent written for the dyslexic girlies and learning disability girlies only. Also not me accidentally maybe becoming a Trevor girlie after writing this oh no. This one is by far my favorite segment.

Warnings - light angst but like it ends happy shocking for this page, who am I becoming???

Summary - In the talking stage with Trevor Zegras you're not sure how his joking personality will respond to your struggles that you have with being an adult with dyslexia, especially since it doesn't affect you how media expects it to.

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This isn’t something new to you, you’ve struggled your entire life with the fact that you're dyslexic. It’s a lot more complicated than people may recognize. Many people assume that it only comes up when you're trying to read something like a textbook or an article, and that when you’re finished with school it won’t really affect your daily life anymore but that’s far from the truth. In truth, being an adult with dyslexia affects you in little ways daily. From having difficulty knowing your left and right when given verbal directions, your spelling being terrible when texting others, mispronouncing certain words and being easily embarrassed when it gets pointed out, or worse sometimes the word is literally on the tip of your tongue you can even physically see in your brain but your mouth can’t form the proper sounds, how certain fonts you struggle to read vs others, or that black ink on white paper is the bane of your existence. Although all of these are “little” things, it does impact the way you communicate with others. It does feel extremely frustrating sometimes feeling like people think that you're using your dyslexia as an “excuse” when in reality your brain is wired completely differently because of it.

Since you first met Trevor and started talking to him, you had that fear you always do in the pit of your stomach, will he pick on you the first time that he truly can’t understand a text or the first time he hears you mispronounce a word despite years of speech therapy where you tried to but still you can’t pronounce correctly. Although, part of you knew that your fear was extremely irrational, part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that was until proven otherwise the jokester in Trevor would make a joke about something you truly couldn’t control.

That is until today, when it happened it’s one of those rare days when you were driving and Trevor was in the passenger seat. His car was in the shop, and he needed a ride back from the arena to his apartment. Originally he was going to take an Uber but since you both already had plans after the morning skate you insisted on picking him up.

“It’s easiest if you take this right up here to get back to my place.” He directs you without looking up from his phone,you tell him okay, turn on your left turn signal and get in the left lane. Trevor finally looks up from his phone while you're waiting at the red light for it to turn green to see you're in the wrong lane.

“Sweetie?” asking in a questioning tone

“Hmmm”

“This is the left lane. I told you to take a right.” Trevor says in a concerning tone as to how you were five traffic lanes away from where you needed to be.

“sorry I thought you said ‘left’. I can make a u-turn?” Deciding in the moment you didn’t want to admit that you heard him correctly but processed the direction wrong, you offered as the traffic light finally turned green.

“It’s alright we can just take the long way. Don’t worry about a u-turn.” Not seeming to care at all that it will add an extra 10 minutes to the drive due to the mistake.

As you continued driving you ended up making another wrong turn, Trevor put his left hand on your thigh and subconsiously rubbed small circles into skin to comfort your growing anxiety, he could feel this odd tension that was built up in the car. “Can you point please?” your voice barely over a whisper as you felt extremely embarrassed all of a sudden and started feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden.

“Yeah Y/N/N I can do that, we could also switch places. I can drive you the rest of the way if you need it if you're feeling anxious all of a sudden.” Trevor was being really sweet, trying to fix the problem at hand thinking it was just some anxious thoughts and not your brain processing audible information incorrectly.

“No, pointing is good.” Forcing yourself to look straight ahead because you don’t want to accidentally catch his eyes as he looks at you with a worried look. He squeezes your thigh in a comforting way and drops the topic. The rest of the ride felt quick as he pointed and said the direction you needed to go until you reached his apartment. Finding a parking spot in the garage you parked your car, as soon as you felt your foot on the brake, and your right hand pulled the gear in park, you leaned back automatically and sighed grateful you were done driving. Trevor still had his hand on your thigh, he turned his neck so that his head was also resting on the headrest.

Trevor patiently waited until you opened your eyes, turning to him with a soft smile. “You ready?” you ask him, as you start to unbuckle your seatbelt. As you grab your purse from the back, your hand on the door handle. His hand that was on your thigh is gone and immediately pulls you by the wrist back into your seat. As he takes his other hand and gently places it on your cheek forcing you to look at him.

“Can we talk about it?” His voice was steady, calm, confident but soft, almost as if he was scared of your reaction.

Smiling a little wider now, in a split second you try to decide what you want to do. Do you want to tell a boy who you’ve only been casually talking to and hanging out with a handful of times - one of them being this current moment - about being dyslexic. Although it’s not that big of a deal in retrospect, it’s something that you can never take back once you said the words. Even though it’s something so simple and common no one ever looks at you the same again. Were you ready to tell Trevor, and see his face change permanently or did you want to live in ignorant bliss for a little longer.

“I’m fine, it’s just when I drive somewhere new I like listening to the GPS and not a person telling me directions, it helps me focus better is all.” sheepishly you admit.

Ignorant Bliss. That’s the choice you made.

“Okay well next time, can you tell me that so I don’t have to watch you stress yourself out please?” His hand that was on your wrist, going down to your hand playing with your hand. Taking your hand that he was playing with, fully grasping his you squeeze his hand as a silent yes, and nod your head. He leans over the middle console and quickly peaks your lips as if it was a last minute impulse and he meant the cheek. “Thank you, let's go inside.”

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Living in ignorant bliss was great for a few weeks, until you started to actually like Trevor. Talking to a guy for a few months and it not going anywhere vs meeting someone and potentially seeing at least an exclusive relationship with them were two very different things. Knowing that you saw a relationship with him in the future meant it was only a matter of time before he found out that your dyslexic which again isn’t that big of a deal, but the fact that you also lied to him a few weeks ago. Not telling him is one thing, but lying when he asked why you were struggling to drive that day is a completely different act.

Trying to put off the inevitable you tried to push the thought to the back of your mind. Somehow convincing yourself that if you didn’t think about it, then the problem would disappear he would never find out. I mean when you didn’t know how to spell a word while texting, you just spoke it into your phone. As far as grammar no one really had perfect grammar when texting including Trevor to be perfectly honest he probably didn’t even notice half the time. Plenty of people kept all their devices in dark mode for plenty of reasons, he had no reason to ask, although you did it because it helped your eyes stay focused on the words in front of you, not for the aesthetic.

Even so, with all of these excuses as to why he wouldn’t notice you failed to remember that certain words you truly can’t pronounce the correct way no matter how hard you try. It all came crashing down tonight when you were at Trevor’s apartment cooking dinner for the both of you. Dinner was almost done at this point, when Trevor came behind you just now re-entering the kitchen after taking an expected call from his little sister. Trevor wrapped his arms around your waist, his head resting on top of your shoulder.

“Everything okay?” you ask your curiosity getting the best of you, even though you know it’s none of your business.

“Yeah she’s fine.” Pressing a kiss into where your jawline and neck meet. “smells good.” He compliments your cooking as he teases you one more time with a small nip with his teeth where he just kissed you, before pulling away and resting his head on your shoulder.

Answering shyly, you let out a “thank you.”

“Anything I can help with?” asking genuinely although you're not sure if it’s to be kind or if it’s because he’s hungry but either way you’ll take it. As he slowly unwraps himself from you, getting ready to help you in any way you need.

Without looking up from the chicken that you're grilling on the stove, trying to concentrate on the task at hand you answer him. “Yeah actually can you grab out the mellk from the fridge for the mashed potatoes.” Not even thinking twice about what you just said until you heard a chuckle coming from across the kitchen.

“What babe?” standing in front of a now open fridge, he could have sworn you tried to say milk but botched the word so badly, it couldn’t have possibly been.

“the mellk” finally noticing what you asked for, knowing this is one of the words people can’t help but point out how you butcher it.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked, truly confused now that he heard it twice.

“M - il - k “ you repeat slowing down your mouth trying to force yourself to pronounce it properly but also not speak too slowly. Hoping that it's noticeable as you force your tongue to the roof of your mouth to make the “il” sound.

A small chuckle leaves Trevor’s lips but it wasn’t a malicious way, it was as if he chuckled because he found it adorable. “Here's the milk baby.” walking back over to you and placing it on the empty counter space next to the bowl of steaming hot cooked potatoes. Taking the chicken off the hot burner you moved to the island to where the potatoes were.

“Sorry” you mumble as he stands beside you, his hip resting on the side of the island.

“For what?” His eyebrows frowned, his eyes focused the side of your face the only thing he could see. Focusing on the task at hand, you used the potato masher and mashed the potatoes. Opening the milk and adding a little along with some butter that you set out earlier.

Feeling the rise of some anxiety in your stomach, hoping that you could procrastinate just a little longer on admitting that you didn’t tell him the whole truth. Deciding if now was the time or if you were gonna dig yourself in a bigger hole by wrapping yourself in a thicker web of tiny white lies.

Finally turning your head to the side to face him and taking a deep breath.

For good measure making one more deep breath before you barely utter the words, your nerves getting the better of you. “I lied.”

Trevor’s face immediately changed from confusion and concern. In an instant it became shocking and almost hurt, that the girl he thought was actually going somewhere a month in, is admitting to lying to him. Not when he told her in the beginning that lying wasn’t something he tolerated after his ex lied to him for months and manipulated him. Not when he just told his little sister not even ten minutes ago on the phone that tonight he was gonna ask you to be his official girlfriend. “What are you talking about?” his voice cracking before he could even get the word out, quickly clearing his throat to cover up his own insecurities about the possible tension that could slowly be felt brewing in his kitchen.

“Remember a few weeks, when I was driving you to your apartment from the stad-”

“What the FUCK does that have to do with lying to me? When did you lie to me Y/N” Not only has Trevor never once raised his voice at you in a not joking way, but he’s never cursed at you, and his tone made you close your eyes and flinch at the impact. Immediately, seeing you flinch he sighed his hand going to lightly crease her arm closest to him. “When did you lie?” asking at a much softer tone than moments before.

“I’m trying to explain.” Trevor could have sworn he felt his chest hurt when he heard you struggling to speak, as if you were trying to get yourself not to cry. “Please let me explain.”

“Okay” he softly let out, as he squeezed your arm not sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself as he felt the possibility of you slipping through his fingers.

“A few weeks ago when I drove you home.” finally turning her body fully turning to face him. “I lied, When you asked me what happened. I told you I need the GPS because I get overwhelmed.” Pausing to make sure that Trevor was following along, he nodded along, “I lied, sort of,” your voice picking up in speed with each word you uttered out “I mean I do get overwhelmed while driving but it’s not because of that it’s not that I”

“Baby please take a breath you're scaring me” His other arm is going to cup your cheek, even though he was mad before as he heard you fixated on driving him home a few weeks ago. He knew it couldn’t have possibly been any of the terrible ideas that popped into his head, at least Trevor hoped not.

“I sometimes get my left and right confused.” Looking up trying to gauge his reaction, watching as one of his eyebrows go down, as if to say ‘that’s all.’

“Okay. So that was the lie? Everyone gets confused sometimes and makes mistakes baby it’s okay” His famous smile slowly takes over his face.

“That’s the thing is it isn’t sometimes, it’s kind of a lot when I’m driving when someone is giving me directions without pointing, and there are other things too. I mean they're small but they still affect me almost daily and I just.”

Deciding to take a breath because if you don’t you will be more likely to trip up your words or stutter. “I’m dyslexic and it’s not really how they describe the movies.”

His smile dropped a little and you swear it felt as if your heart felt as if it had just dropped a hundred flights down the Empire State building. “Dyslexic. Like you mix up letters when reading?”

“Yeah but it’s more than that.”

“Okay. But why didn’t you tell me when it happened? Why did you say it’s because you get overwhelmed.”

“Because I do get overwhelmed when I make dumb mistakes like that. Plus, everytime I tell someone they never look at me the same. A lot of times they are shocked, and they also sometimes judge me because how does it not affect me the way the media portrays it? Why do I mispronounce words, why can’t I tell my left and right when someone gives me a direction, why I can’t read maps to save my fucking life but yet if I don’t have my GPS running I’m bound to a wrong turn, why does sometimes my mind decide I either can’t come up with a word at all or I can physically see it but I can’t say it and I can’t spell it because I’m such a bad speller.”

“Shhh” not trying to cut you off but also trying to get you to breathe. “So you didn’t tell me cause you were scared I would look at you differently? Or judge you when something you can’t control comes out at random times of the day? That’s why you told me to point instead of just saying it because you didn’t wanna tell me in fear?” Not sure his tone is showing remorse for you thinking that at all or hurting that you ever would think of him in that way.

“Yeah.” you embarrassingly admit.

Trevor spent the rest of the night listening to you and how your brain was different due to your own personal experience with being a dyslexic. The next morning you found him reading an article about the effects of different lighting and how dark mode was the best for dyslexics and certain fonts were better than others. It made you chuckle as you told him you knew and that’s why your phone was permanently in dark mode. That day, he changed all the settings on his tv’s in his entire apartment for dark mode, even all of his own personal devices. Finding it adorable that he went on a tangent when he found out certain apps don’t support dark mode and how he said it was discriminating. Finding it harder and harder for yourself to hide your soft smile as you watched him continue his rant, your heart swelling at how passionate he sounded.

“I really like you, you know.” you admitted when he finally stopped complaining about how Mirosoft finally started supporting dark mode it was still ‘white paper’ on black ink so they really missed the whole point.

“Oh yeah.” as he grabs you, pulling you towards him on the couch, tangling your legs with his.

“Yup” popping the p for emphasis.

“I really like you too. Actually I was gonna ask you.. Wanna make this official and let me call you mine.” The blush was obvious on your face, immediately turning a light red shade, nodding your head he pulled you into a soft kiss.

—---------------------------------------------

A few weeks later you were out to dinner with a few close friends and Trevor. Currently trying to tell a story about one of your new coworkers and how you didn’t like him but mid sentence you froze. Trevor had yet to see you freeze because the word you planned to say completely escaped you. Of course this wasn’t new to your friends as they saw the familiar signs, the way in which you paused, your lips pursed in a questioning way, your hand coming up and shaking knowing it was on the tip of your tongue and you just couldn’t think of it or couldn’t pronounce it.

What your friends weren’t used to was seeing Trevor respond to it. His response to you struggling made all of them share a glance in approval of his small action. He took your shaking hand and slipped it into his own. Immediately your small flustered expression on your face turns to him. Your friends couldn’t hear what you were saying between yourselves if you were even talking at all, but they could see the care in Trevors eyes and how your frustration seemed to melt away.

“Hi” he whispers only for you to hear after a couple seconds pass.

A smile breaks out on your face. “Hi”

“What are you trying to say?” repeating the same sentence that he asked you weeks ago when you asked him to get the milk out the fridge.

“I can’t think of it.” a sigh leaving your lips.

“Describe it.” His forehead resting on yours as you look into his eyes.

“You know, like a red flag.”

“Like in dating? So a slang term?”

“I think.” Pausing for a few seconds for your brian to catch up. “But I know it’s not called a red flag, but it’s like it, I think, like when someone does something and immediately you're like ew.”

“An ick?” he softly suggests. Immediately your mouth forms into an o-shape in shock, making his mouth twitch into the slightest smile. Kissing his check quickly and whispering a quick ‘thanks’ and turning back to your friends.

“Okay so like this new dude thinks he can come in and just boss all me and my other co-workers around. That’s not even the worst part like not only is he lowkey sexist, he literally only wears highwaters, immediate ick…” Trevor sat there half listening to your story with a huge smile on his face, hand on your thigh drawing patterns subconsciously as he sipped on his drink. He loves listening to you talk, how you get lost in telling stories and he’s happy he was able to help you instead of you pushing it to the side like you did all those months ago.

That’s how it is from that night on, anytime you text him and he can’t understand it, or you can’t think of a word, or butcher the pronunciation; he will simply turn to you and ask “What are you trying to say?”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras fanfiction #trevor zegras x y/n #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #anahiem ducks #anahiem ducks fanfiction #anahiem ducks fic #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras angst #schwritingstz11

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calp0sa · 4 months ago

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what do you like and dislike about airy?

CRAZY MESSY INFODUMP INCOMING OH LORD

well there’s nothing i truly dislike about airy, because everything about him just makes him who he is. i just wish we got more insight to him as an Actual person rather than his host facade, even though that was sort of the point of one 17-18, i feel like the fact that he’s pretty much a regular ass dude went over most people’s heads (Not mine though because im really smart and could beat albert einstein in a rap battle) i know the mystique is the most prominently interesting aspect of the whole show… but yknowwww it’d be nice to know a little more about him personally considering how we now know he’s far from a one-dimensional character and shouldn’t be taken at face value (i am side eyeing a huge chunk of the one fandom as i say this) now okay if i were to talk about everything i like about airy we’d be here til the next solar eclipse but i’ll try to jot down everything i can. airy, to me, is the most fascinating object show character there is. i swear every time i observe something about him it’s like i’m opening a matryoshka doll as i dissect his character further and further… every rewatch of one i notice something, whether it be minuscule or glaring, there’s always something for me to brutally analyze. see, and here’s where i contradict myself, because while it’s frustrating not having much official trivia on him, i actually quite love how mysterious he is. i love how he seems like he knows a lot more than he lets on. i love how his caginess only sparks more questions. and i love how FESTERED he is. how you can tell there was so much that led up to him being so numb and stagnant… it does nothing but pique my interest. and i love how this festered-ness parallels with the contestants. i can’t help but feel as if the true extent of airy’s suffering was reflected through those on the plane, how the contestants went through so many fluctuant stages of sadness, denial, hopelessness, anger… all in the midst of isolation akin to airy’s forest. it makes me wonder if ONE served as catharsis to airy. not just a purpose or a distraction, but something to spark resonance within a desolate soul. speaking of distraction, it’s really interesting to me how reliant airy is on escapism, and this is most evident in how he literally takes on such a gilded and contrived host persona to the point where it’s difficult for the viewer to discern who he is OUTSIDE of “airy”. big fan of how the show basically tricks us into thinking he’s this ruthless malevolent all powerful entity until it takes us by surprise and reveals that he’s Just Some Guy, and it could’ve been anyone in his place. but this isn’t to defend him… no… airy was definitely a selfish and inconsiderate asshole (sorry yall) he just isn’t as awful as everyone makes him out to be. airy is not evil, nor is he good, he just kind of sucks LOL. and i love him for that honestly! the thing about this is he should’ve stopped and asked himself “what am i going to gain from this” yet he was so absorbed in trying to hoist himself out of that inevitable pit of dread that he did not care if he destroyed everything else in the process (Might i add that this is a huge parallel to liam’s impulsive vengefulness… i swear i could go on and on about how those two are brothers from another mother) another interesting thing about the hosting stage of airy is the chance that he probably did feel some sort of regret. especially after the shock of breaking his face, being confronted by harsh genuine emotions after such a long time… an iota of the pain and fear he assumed was long gone… as well as the crushing reminder that he basically threw himself and all his senses away just for a stupid game. What a loser amirite. even if he had some semblance of a wish to end ONE, he knew he couldn’t. i’d imagine he told himself mockingly “yeaaaa you basically dug yourself into this, you’re not backing out any time soon” (even though he could’ve easily backed out he was just a loser ass COWARD!)

i didn’t know the paragraphs had character limits! interesting. anyway i can’t help but wonder if airy made that effort to take care of liam in an attempt to break the cycle, the cycle of destroying everything else, including your very self, for the purpose of One thing. maybe airy thinks violence and spite is just a huge waste of time yes of course, but i think he understood liam to some extent (remember what i said about resonance 😁😁😁) i just love how everything about airy is so subtle, yet so major, so jarring and confusing yet when you piece it all together it makes such a scary amount of sense. i love making sense of how nonsensical he is. (of course i do. i am possibly the biggest fan of nonsense there is) now i will add a funny little thing i like about him. i like how he’s all impatient and snarky. and i know you’re probably thinking “franklin how in the abraham lincoln’s bootycheek do you think he’s snarky” Listen, it’s really funny once you actually notice it. there were so many instances where he sounded exasperated with the contestants. my personal favorite being

“yes, as long as you are here, you can’t die”

>”WE CANT DIE?”

“Yes… that’s… what i just said 😐”

he has this barely noticeable “oh my god can you let me do what i need to do” attitude and it’s SO funny. i like to imagine he rolled his eyes a lot while he was hosting. its really funny to imagine. and its also funny to imagine him smiling like an idiot like he did hosting in one 17. that scene was really cute it makes me want to run into ongoing traffic and get continuously ran over by 12 different semi-trucks. if you ignore how miserable the contestants were (sorry contestants) it’s actually really endearing how excited and eager airy was when he got ideas for challenges. i bet he felt so proud of himself it’s honestly kind of sad. he’s sad. what the hell. he really thought he was the SHIT when he said “riches… immortality… whatever your heart desires 😌” Oh my god he’s so pathetic don’t even get me started MY ONLINE CLASSES ARE STARTING I GOTS TO GO BUT ANYWAY FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR AN ANALYSIS ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING AIRY RELATED I HAVE MORE THAN A HUNDRED BIBLES’ WORTH OF SHIT TO SAY ABOUT HIM BYEBYE THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS

#frank answers a thing #airy hfjone #hfjone #man i am so cringe but so very free

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cupcakequeen-2005 · 17 days ago

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IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER THREE: pleaseee

Masterlist

WARNING: swearing

“Thank you, class. Now remember that the final exams for this semester are next week. For some of you, these exams are more important than others,” Professor Yaga announces, his gaze locking onto a short black-haired boy with a scar on his lip. The boy, seems confused, as if he can't quite figure out how he ended up in such a difficult class.

As you finish packing your bag and head towards the door, you overhear a couple of girls chatting in the hallway. Their voices are filled with excitement.

“I’m so excited about this party. You have no idea, Yuki!” one of them exclaims, her voice bubbling with excitement. You glance over and see she’s quite pretty, with long, silky black hair cascading down her back, with a small pink bow at the top.

The other girl, a blonde with bright, curious eyes, grins mischievously. “Yeah, do you think you'll finally get with Gojo?” she asks, her tone teasing.

“Ugh, I hope so!” the first girl responds. “He is sooo cute, and I think he likes me,” she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper.

You roll your eyes at their discussion and assume it’s the same party they are talking about, that Inumaki had been begging you to go to early that week.

As you leave the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway, desperate to get back to your dorm and study, you suddenly bump straight into the back of someone. Ready to give whoever you just bumped into a piece of your mind, you look up and see the familiar face of a boy with messy brown hair thrown into two messy ponytails. Dressed in all black, quiet tall and well-built, his dark eyes softening when they meet yours.

“Y/N, hey!” Choso’s familiar voice calls out over the loud crowd of students passing his, with a warm smile spreading across his face as he recognizes you.

“Hey, Cho~,” you respond, with a warm smile relieved its him, as you continue to weave through the sea of students. Choso is following closely behind you.

“Are you working today?” he asks curiously.

“No, I have exams next week. I need to study,” you sigh.

“Aww, I was looking forward to working with you today,” he says, pouting slightly.

You and Choso have known each other for years, having met at the quaint café where you both now work. He was the reason you even knew Yuji and the others in the first place, and over time, you had both developed a soft spot for each other.

“I’m sorry, Cho. I want to get top marks this semester,” you explain, feeling a wave of guilt washing over you.

“Nah I get it. Well, are you at least going to the party next weekend?” he asks, with excitement in his eyes.

“God no,” you reply with a chuckle, shaking your head.

“Surely come along, and isn’t your whole friend group going?” Choso points out.

“You know I don’t like parties. Plus, I’m sorry to say, but I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of sweaty, desperate frat boys,” you admit, grimacing at the thought of it.

He laughs, a deep and comforting sound that seems to envelop you. “I'll be there and I’m not sweaty and desperate, am I?”

“I guess not,” you reply with a smirk, feeling a bit of your tension ease.

“Will you at least think about it?” he asks, his tone gentle but persistent.

“I don’t know, Choso,” you say, uncertain of the idea of going.

“You know, even the most important politicians partied now and then,” he teases with a smirk, trying to lighten your mood.

You take a deep sigh. “Fine, I’ll think about it, okay?” you say slightly frustrated at the fact people keep asking you to come, but you know he means well and just wants you to have some fun.

He smiles, nodding his head in satisfaction. “Well, I better go. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will,” you say softly, with a small smile forming endeared by his persistence. “Bye, Choso.”

“Bye, Y/N,” Choso says, walking away as he quickly disappears in the wave of students.

As you continue back to your dorm, the thought lingers in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go to the party. Plus I should celebrate the exams finishing.

notes and extras :3

Ngl y/n is annoying me lets hope for some character development

Ooooo something is up with Choso

inumaki got so upset when the others were teasing y/n about Choso

Toji Cheated on one of his exams that got him into that class lol

y/n said Choso was cute when she was drunk once and maki has held onto that

Y/n was chanting witch spells from her room so loudly she got a complaint

Y/n may or may not go to the party because of Choso

a/n: No gojo in this episode butttt there may be another episode from his pov coming tomorrow we will see tehehe. You guys have given me such good ideas on what i can do further in the story.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg@n1vi@pluhhbabyy@s777athv@naviaberries @sp1tw1tch. @s4ikooo1 @ctmaw

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ipegchangbin · 4 months ago

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— snooze with changbin.

🏷️ fluff, slight angst. gn!reader. established relationship. sleep apnea.

sleep is far from the scariest thing in the world. it’s comforting. it’s essential. it’s something normal to do on your own or to share with a partner.

but when you’re about to sleep together for the first time, it feels like it’s your biggest irrational fear.

changbin fears it too.

you love the sound of his voice. he loves the sound of yours. he loves the little noises you make, from ones out of joy to the ones out of frustration. you love the ones he makes too, from silly honks out of nowhere to the grunts he makes when he messes up his work.

to you, his voice is attractive. to him, your voice is heaven sent.

but there’s still something different when it’s a snore.

the moment you two agreed to your first sleepover, changbin grew anxious. for one, he wanted it to be perfect, but secondly, he was scared of his snores ruining your beauty sleep.

you weren’t faring any better. you researched methods to lessen the sound of snoring. you looked for mouth guards and when those didn’t work, you tried to train yourself to stop.

if only either of you knew that you were both under the same side of the same leaf.

now, you’re both nestled in each other’s arms, wearing pajamas, hugging each other closely. you can feel changbin’s heartbeat pumping, his chest rising and falling as he tries to act as normal as he can.

you attempt the same. you’re swallowing and gulping back any saliva in your mouth to stop any drool escaping your lips when you sleep. you try to blink and close your eyes, slowly but surely, yet nothing really works as worry settles in your mind.

the both of you don’t close your eyes. it’s silent. you’ve both said your good nights around ten minutes earlier. two more minutes pass yet it’s still the same.

changbin clears his throat.

“y/n, you awake?”

you nod, looking up at him, meeting his restless yet kind eyes.

“i need to tell you something before it bothers me.”

you sit up at that and changbin follows. you give him a knowing look and it reassures him slightly, but he’s still fidgeting with his fingertips.

“i have sleep apnea. i snore. if that bothers you, i understand…i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner—”

“me too,” you say, teary-eyed.

your boyfriend simply stares. he isn’t shocked, but the more he looks at you, the more it sinks in. he has nothing to fear, neither do you.

they say that in relationships, things must be shared between individuals. it isn’t just reciprocation, but a sense of togetherness should be felt. it’s somehow stupid, thinking that something as human as a snore can make one feel so isolated. to you and changbin, it’s been a big deal for some reason. your snores might wake him up. his snores might make you uncomfortable. in a state where the body must be relaxed, why would either of you do something involuntarily that could make other people uncomfortable?

but honestly, what gives?

“i have it too, it’s okay,” you add.

changbin sighs a breath of relief. “oh my god. i was so worried that you were gonna hate it.”

“why would i hate something that normal?” you exhale the same way. “if anything, i was the worried one.”

“you? worried? now i only want to hear you snore for real.” changbin jokes and you laugh.

with that, you spend a minute or two holding each other against the pillows and talking about it. how past partners used to get turned off or how your parents would tease you for it. he tells you his own stories, letting you know that he gets caught sleeping so easily from how noisy he is. it’s amusing how you get to share something like this with changbin, which is something you didn’t expect, but are happy to share.

something clicks in your head as well as changbin’s. suddenly, it makes sense that maybe your snores were signs that you’re relaxed. maybe it’s an indicator — maybe it means that you’re comfortable.

but if so, then what happens if you stop snoring in his hold? what does it mean if he’s silent in your sleep?

the overthinking gets too much until the sound of changbin’s unconscious hiccups pops in the air.

you’re not bothered, more that it simply shocks you. reassures you. the hum of his voice before it practically hics is a little funny, but it’s an adorable noise to you. he adjusts his hold on your shoulders and his mouth opens more, letting a groan escape his lips followed by a loud snore.

he holds you like a teddy bear, strong arms softened with your warmth. his body melts onto yours as he falls into deeper sleep. he looks precious like this, mouth agape and body clearly comfortable as if a bunny had just flopped over onto the grass.

suddenly, all fears dissipate as you finally find your favorite sound in the world.

and when you drift to sleep yourself, changbin smiles in his sleep as he hears your own snores answering his. it’s like a conversation, an “i love you” paired with another.

as you both wake up, you smile, wanting just five more minutes in each other’s indulgent embraces while birds chirp in the same tone as your snoozing.

#skz fluff #skz angst #changbin fluff #changbin angst #changbin x reader #💬 z is writimg

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thejournallo · 2 months ago

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Hi!

I'm wondering how can I have my faith of manifesting and shifting back. I'll explain briefly but it's been since the pandemic since I tried to apply the law and it's been 3 years since I tried to shift, however I've failed everytime (well, I've succeed for small things not even in my life but things on TV and stuff, but nothing worth it).

I tried everything, I've read Neville, I've interacted with peoples who succeed, I've applied everything, but nothing has worked, in fact, quite the opposite. I've been kick out of my apartment (I'm living with my family rn so dw), I'm unable to stay in college, I've anxiety attack if a small thing goes wrong when I'm watching shows and many other things that prevent me to relax.

The worst thing is I've never been looking more male when in fact I want to be a cute girl so bad. I hate the fact I'm trans because I know my current brain is not strong enough to assume it, I'd rather be a cis women or even stay as it is because I don't want everyone in this society to hate me.

That's why I'm trying to shift. That's the only way I could be me, seeing a therapist or having hormones won't change anything, but even shifting I fail. Each time waking up here makes me want to puke and disappear. I just want to have a strong brain and be the person I should be and deserved to be.

I don't know what I should try anymore. I've done everything, maybe I'm the 1% of people who can't manifest or do anything.

I'm sorry to bother you with this, but that's literally my last chance before doing something stupid or trying to erase my personality in order to be more accepted.

Hi there!

Thank you for reaching out, and I can feel the strength and determination in your words, even through the struggles you’ve described. Manifesting and shifting are deeply personal journeys, and it’s completely normal to feel lost or frustrated when things don’t go as planned. Remember, the power to create and transform is within you, and sometimes, it just needs a clearer path.

One of the main reasons many people struggle with manifesting is self-doubt. This doubt can sneak in as the belief that the opposite of what we want will happen or that our efforts will ultimately fail. When we think this way, we end up “polluting” our intentions with negativity. You deserve to believe fully in your vision, without these clouds of doubt.

Here are a few ideas to help you reconnect with your faith in manifesting and shifting:

Reaffirm Your Strength: Begin with simple affirmations that feel authentic. Saying things like, “I am capable, and my desires are valid,” or “I am moving closer to my true self each day,” can plant the seeds of trust within you. Repetition matters here; affirm whenever you can—over a coffee, while cooking, or whenever you feel down.

Let Go of ‘Perfect’ Outcomes: Sometimes, holding too tightly to the “perfect” vision of our desires can add unnecessary pressure. Embrace your journey as it is, allowing small successes to build your belief over time. Try to notice even the small moments that align with your goals, like those little manifestations on TV. Each one reinforces that your mind is a powerful tool.

Create a Safe Space to Visualize: It can be helpful to set aside time each day to connect deeply with your true self—visualize your ideal self not just in terms of appearance, but in terms of feeling and wholeness. Write down the qualities you admire and want to embody. This isn’t just about seeing yourself differently but feeling the reality of that change.

Trust the Process and Be Kind to Yourself: Trusting yourself can be hard, especially when faced with setbacks. But every day is a new chance. Even small, positive shifts in mindset are victories worth celebrating. And remember, manifesting often starts with loving where you are—even if it’s challenging—because that love and acceptance will help carry you forward.

Finally, it’s okay to reach out for help if you feel overwhelmed. You’re not alone, and there are people who genuinely want to support you. Keep going, and know that you have the strength and worthiness to reach the life you envision. It’s all within you; just take it one step at a time. and if you need im here

-xoxo the journallo

#manifestation #shifting methods #manifesting #loa methods #manifestation method #spiritual development #manifesation #journal #explain the method #explained

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tgmsunmontue · 9 months ago

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Once Upon a Time in 1996... 4/7

IceMav TimeLoop. Maverick wakes up to a great day. Then it all turns to shit. Explicit.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

CHAPTER FOUR

DAY FOUR

He wakes up in his bed and he can’t tell if it’s a new day or not. Unlike the previous nights he actually went to sleep in his bed, a small part of him hoping that it would make a difference. He doesn’t know yet if it has. He swings his legs out and glances down and okay, his underwear are not the ones he went to bed in.

It’s the same day.

Again.

He thumps back into the pillows in frustration, muffles a quiet scream. He doesn’t like routine, doesn’t like knowing what is going to happen next. It’s why some people don’t like him, because they think he’s unpredictable. He’s spontaneous. However, he can’t risk doing anything too stupid, what happens if it’s his last day and he has to live with his choices tomorrow? The fact that he doesn’t have to live with the fact that he got Bradley hurt is the only blessing he can think of. That and he can figure out how he feels in the wake of Ice’s revelations. All wiped clean as of today.

He quickly gets dressed, goes down the stairs and he sees it, the bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen bench, not in the way, but definitely in eyesight when you walk directly into the kitchen. Okay then, maybe that was why it had been Carole’s first action when she’d gotten into the house, the first thing she’d seen. He doesn’t pour it down the sink today, instead simply hides it out of sight. He puts the coffee on, wonders if he’ll get a chance to talk to Carole before she flies out the door to her appointment.

He thinks about his kiss with Ice. Their first kiss. One that Ice won’t remember having today and god if that isn’t a kick in the guts. It’s cruel in an unexpected way, because he doesn’t know what is going on and he feels so isolated, no one to talk to.

Well.

He could talk to Carole.

Or Ice.

They’ll both likely think him crazy, however he’ll consider it in a few days if he can’t figure this out himself. Actually he has no reason to wait or try and figure it out, he can talk to Carole now. He packs Bradley’s bag, ruffles his hair and hurries him along, and when he runs out the door he’s not still eating his toast, actually having had time to eat breakfast. Something different from the previous few days. He pours a cup of coffee and adds some sweetener, goes back upstairs and knocks on Carole’s door.

“Uh, one second…”

He waits, and then she’s opening the door and fuck, she’s already been crying and he tries to remember if that had been a thing the last few days, but she’d run past him each time, not giving him enough time to register what her face looked like. She already knows then, the appointment is just… what exactly? Confirmation?

“Coffee for you…” he offers and she accepts it with a confused smile, which he gets, because he’s never done this before.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Mav, I have an appointment…”

“Yeah, I know. At the hospital. About your cancer.”

“What… how do you know about that?”

“That’s what I want to talk about. Carole… I think I’m going crazy.”

“More than usual you mean?”

He barks out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it for him, and she’s not really laughing either, her teasing simply out of habit more than anything else.

“I’ve lived this day before. This is the fourth time.”

“What? Don’t be silly Maverick, I really don’t have time for this.”

“I know, you’ve got your appointment. And it’s not going to be good news. I’m sorry. God. Fuck.” He scrubs at his face in frustration, wishing he could say the right thing. “I wish it could be good news, but you come home, and you were tears the first day you started drinking and told me to go and get Bradley and keep him away for a while. But then I took my bike and Bradley got hurt –”

“You took Bradley on your bike?!”

“I know, I was an idiot. You kicked me out. Did you know about Ice?” He asks, hoping to distract her with something that is neither her cancer nor his idiocy and getting Bradley hurt.

“What about Ice?”

“About how he… feels. About me.”

Her eyes go wide then, the coffee cup slips from her fingers and then he’s jumping back, scalding hot coffee soaking into the carpet between them and Carole is swearing and he wants to say not to worry about it, that it will be gone tomorrow but he doesn’t know that that’s the case and he goes and gets an old towel to help soak it up. He can hear Carole muttering under her breath and he can’t believe that it’s him knowing about Ice’s feelings rather than knowing about her cancer that has her more surprised.

“So… I need another coffee.”

“You also need to leave for your appointment.”

“Well, if it’s bad news then it’s bad news isn’t it,” Carole says, squaring her shoulders and he can’t hold back, just steps forward and wraps his arms around her and holds tight.

“We discussed me adopting Bradley.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. Which was also today. I don’t know what the timeframe is, but when I asked you agreed immediately.”

“Oh… yes. That would be good. I think that’s been my biggest worry, who will look after him. I… could we go to the appointment together?”

“Yeah, of course.”

They both fly through their respective routines and he winces when he watches her slam back what has to be scalding hot coffee. Then they’re driving to the hospital and he’s following her, letting her grip his hand with white knuckles and he reminds himself that she hasn’t lived this day yet, that he’s going to hear all of the same information that she has the last three days but she won’t be alone this time. It makes him feel better. He can ask the doctor questions, and tomorrow, he can ask more questions. They sit in the waiting room, and Carole is clearly the first appointment of the day, no one else is there, which baffles him why they still have to wait. He wonders what Carole has done the last few days, maybe picked up one of the old magazines to read, but today she has him there and she’s twisting in the chair to face him, gaze intense.

“So, if this is your fourth day, did Ice finally tell you? In one of these last four days?”

Right.

Okay then.

She definitely knows about how Ice feels and he thinks back to the tight, almost-sad, smile she had given Ice last night and yeah, she knows. For how long for though.

“How long have you known?”

She rolls her eyes and he knows he’s likely going to be embarrassed by the answer.

“I don’t think I remember a time when he wasn’t in love with you Maverick. He just… he’s been too scared to tell you. Did he tell you?”

“Yeah. Uh. Not the first night. First night I got drunk on his vodka. Did you know about his vodka?”

“The bottle he keeps in his freezer? Yeah. That’s his emergency stash.”

Pete is coming to think that she’s simply all-knowing.

“So second night, well, I went around to his place earlier than the first night and the table was set for dinner. Like a romantic dinner.”

“Oh Tom…”

“Uh, he told me, but I didn’t exactly respond with what he wanted or was expecting and he left and didn’t come back. Then last night we sort of kissed…”

“How do you sort-of kiss?” Carole asks, voice dry and Pete squirms. Carole is like a sister to him, they’ve talked about sex before, and she’s always seemed to despair of his lack of interest in settling down, not having realized that he feels settled enough with her and Bradley acting as his anchor point. Of course, Ice is in the same location and maybe that’s damning evidence as well.

“Okay, we kissed, after sitting side-by-side on the sofa while we watched a couple of movies. Including Groundhog Day, because I felt like I needed to –”

“Carole Bradshaw?”

Their conversation is over for now, but he can tell from the look on Carole’s face that she’s going to be picking it up as soon as she can, although he suspects that her own issues are going to take over for a bit.

“This is my fiancé, Pete.”

Pete feels her tight grip on his hand and okay, if that’s how they’re going to play it, that’s how they’re going to play it. He’s done more reckless and wild things than pretend to be engaged to someone. Her eyes are sparking with amusement though and yeah, there’s a damned good reason why she’s his best friend. He listens as the doctor talks about rare inflammatory breast cancer, how it has spread to the liver and lungs. The doctor’s expression is serious and Pete is definitely feeling empathy with Carole from the first day, he really feels like he needs a shot or two…

“How long are we talking about?” Pete asks, because that’s something concrete, a timeline he can work with.

“It’s hard to say. Six months, but maybe a year.”

“Fuck.”

“Not a word I can use in a professional setting, but unfortunately succinct. I am sorry I don’t have better news Carole.”

“Are there any treatments available?” Pete asks.

“None that would cure it. There is only prolonging life now. And to be honest, the treatment can make you feel worse, so quality of life may not be great. There are a couple of options, but they’re still experimental, and as I said, they are very hard on the body.”

“So it’s the decision between longer but lower quality, or shorter but better quality.”

“Potentially longer,” the doctor stresses. ”There are no guarantees.”

“Fuck,” Pete says again.

Pete wraps his arm around Carole’s waist and they leave the doctor’s office in silence and head back to the car.

“I guess we’re bringing the wedding forward,” Pete says and it of course gets the reaction he was hoping for, Carole laughing and shaking her head at him playing the clown.

“You’re not alone in this though. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know you’re not, you’re stuck living this day. Which means I am stuck too. And Bradley is stuck. You can’t go anywhere…”

“I haven’t tried going anywhere. Maybe it’s location based.”

“Well, you can try that in a couple of weeks if we’re still stuck. We need to figure out how to make it stop. Do you think it’s related to Ice then? Like the romantic story line in Groundhog Day?”

“I have no idea.”

“Do you know how you feel about him?”

“Ice?”

“Of course Ice…”

Pete blows out a long breath and stares up at ceiling of the car, the little holes in the leather making a pattern and he shrugs.

“I love him. But I’ve never…”

“Never what? I know you’ve slept with men before Pete.”

“Never had a relationship with a man though.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. I can’t just sleep with him, he’s my best friend. After you.”

“Well, I’d say you’re already in a relationship with him. Just a non-sexual non-romantic one. If you think you could have a sexual relationship with him then you’d just be adding that dynamic to the relationship you already have.”

“And when I do something reckless and stupid and ruin it?”

“When has Ice ever turned his back on you when you’ve been dumb, reckless and stupid?”

She has a very valid point, Ice has gotten angry with him, yelled at him, hugged him, given him disappointed looks… but he’s never walked away.

“Oh my god, he really loves me…”

Carole snorts then and gives him a look that speaks volumes, mainly about how much of a lovable idiot she thinks he is, and he laughs in disbelief.

“Okay, I’m an idiot.”

“Mmm… That man’s love and loyalty run deep, all chilly calm on top but deep down there are those emotions he keeps weighed down. Hidden.”

Hidden. Yeah. Fuck. They would have to hide. That’s definitely something else he’d have to consider, although the idea of sneaking around to kiss Ice does hold a certain illicit appeal, although he imagines the novelty might wear off after time.

“Do you… Are you…okay with all that?”

“Okay with what? You and Ice being together? Of course. I think that would be fantastic. He’d help ground you, and you’d force him to live a little. You balance each other out already as friends, bringing in a romantic side of that? Well. I think you’ve got an excellent foundation what with being friends already. Plus I’ve been trying to get Ice to tell you for the last two years. I suggested he do it over a romantic dinner, so even you couldn’t be blind to his intentions. So sounds like he was planning on it and then changed his mind last minute…”

“What if it didn’t work out though? I don’t want to lose him as a friend.”

“What if it did work out though? Imagine how happy you could both be. Also I think you’re both too stubborn to fail at anything, let alone a potential relationship you both entered into with each other willingly. Think you’d be busy trying to complete with who was the best boyfriend the whole time… Hmm. Maybe I should get you two to compete on who can cook me the best dinners… Okay. We’re here. Out you get.”

He’s been too busy talking to have paid attention to where Carole was driving, not really realizing that they hadn’t been going back home. He looks out the window and she’s pulled up outside Ice’s house and his heart starts beating double time. He looks between Carole and the front door of Ice’s house.

“Come on, out you get. You can go and face the music.”

… … …

He has no idea what Ice is doing this time of day, it’s not even lunch and as he knocks he doesn’t even know if Ice is going to be home. Of course, there is a car in the drive, so chances are he is home and then the door is opening and Ice is definitely home.

“Oh my god…”

He’s seen Ice naked before. And shirtless. And in every state of dress in between. If he lets himself think about it he has to admit that Ice is attractive in every state, he’s just carefully ignored it before. Now he’s face-to-face with Ice in nothing but a towel, he can see water droplets tracking down his chest and he was not prepared for this.

“Maverick. What are you doing here?”

“Carole dropped me off…”

Sure enough Carole then honks her car horn and waves madly, before driving away and Pete looks between the departing car and Ice, who is looking confused and also a little annoyed. Pete steps inside, having to move around Ice who is in the doorway but shifts to let Pete pass. There are roses on the table. Normally he’d make a quip about Ice having a hot date later. But Pete is the hot date. Making a joke of any of this isn’t going to work and he needs to figure out how to tell Ice that he’s… interested. Wonders if it’s going to be as simple as just telling him that.

“Why did Carole drop you off?”

“Uh, well, look, would you mind getting dressed? You’re distracting me.”

“I’m distracting you?”

Pete scrubs at his face and looks up at Ice again, and Ice’s cheeks have the faintest touch of pink in them. He wonders if he should go with the whole action speaking louder than words thing, despite it likely being the worst possible course of action right now.

“You’re very distracting right now. Want to kiss you.”

Brutal honesty it is then, his brain and mouth apparently not in a cooperative mood, which is often the case. Ice’s face is now bright red and he’s staring, mouth agape and hell Pete really does want to kiss him.

“But… why? Aren’t you straight?”

Pete blinks and then shakes his head in the negative.

“No. I’m not.”

“Oh…” Ice says, voice quiet and he’s looking a little shaken and Pete has to remind himself that this is being sprung on him with no warning. If he gets another tomorrow he’ll do it better. It’s the first time he’s wanted another tomorrow. “Um, Carole did say that you… weren’t…”

“Did she now? She failed to tell me that. Why didn’t you listen to her? So I’m not straight. I’ve just… never had a relationship with a guy. Man,” he amends, because hell, he’s in his forties and he should be able to discuss his relevant life experiences with his closest friend. Even if he’d never told said friend that he occasionally fucked around with other guys.

“God. Of course you’d fuck around like you fly. Just a little on the edge of dangerous.”

“What do you mean?”

“Pete… I’ve… not never, but not very often. Not when I’ve been –” He cuts himself off then and Pete wonders what he was going to say.

“Not when you’ve been… what? In love with me?”

Ice’s expression hardens then, the little tick in his jaw a tell and Pete wishes he didn’t know him so well, that tick meaning he’s getting closed off and angry with it, defensive. He doesn’t think he knows anyone as well as he knows Ice and he’s starting to realize just how damning that is if anyone looked at him too closely.

“Did Carole tell you?”

“No,” Pete shakes his head, because it’s the truth, but should he also be telling Ice that this is the fourth version of today that he’s lived? He has no idea. The fact that Carole told Ice about him not being straight clearly is going to make him think that she definitely told Pete, no matter how much he might deny it. This is not going the way he would have liked.

“What do you want Maverick?”

He looks at the roses on the table and then back to Ice.

“I want… you. If you’ll have me.”

The sound Ice makes sounds painful and Pete isn’t sure what to do, but then he’s being kissed, hard and urgent and Pete lets his hands rest on Ice’s waist, his skin is damp and there’s fucking nothing but a towel keeping from Ice being naked in front of him. He doesn’t know if rushing into having sex is a good idea, but he kisses Ice back, the idea that if he doesn’t it’ll send Ice spiraling into thinking this is all just a vicious joke.

“Take me to bed?”

“I… are you sure?”

Pete nods, doesn’t want his voice to shake because he’s not completely sure, because he doesn’t want for this to be gone tomorrow and is terrified that it will be. Ice slides his jacket off and hangs it up, and the normalcy of the gesture makes him feel suddenly shy. He hides it as best he can, toes off his boots and sets them alongside Ice’s other shoes, tidy and out of the way.

“Still overdressed compared to me…”

“Not my fault you answered the door in only a towel,” Pete mutters, but he pulls his tshirt off over his head and then Ice’s hands are on the bare skin on his sides.

“Jesus Pete, you’re gorgeous.”

“Says you, god, come here…”

They stumble into another kiss and he lets his hands touch everywhere, can feel Ice tugging at the belt loops on his jeans and realizes he’s urging him toward the bedroom rather than trying to take them off, but he works the button with one hand, not wanting to waste time, not with how good it’s feeling to have Ice’s fingers brushing across the bare skin of his chest. He shoves at his pants with one hand, pushing them down roughly, his other hand gripping Ice’s side just above the towel, and how it’s not come loose yet is a mystery. One of Ice’s hands is in his hair, nails scraping over his scalp and his entire body responds, skin prickling and feeling every movement of air no matter how small.

“What do you like?” Pete asks, because he already knows what he likes, wants to learn about Ice, please him. Wants to make this about him. “What have you done before?”

“Just, hand jobs and blow jobs. I haven’t ever…”

“Then that’s what we can start with, I have all the time in the world…”

He almost lets out a hysterical laugh when he realizes what he’s just said, because it might just be true if he never figures this repeating-day thing out. He kicks off his jeans finally, just as they enter the doorway to Ice’s bedroom and he reaches a hand to brush over the front of the towel, wonders if it’d be too much to just pull it off, or reach his hand inside.

“This okay?”

“I’m not going to break Maverick…”

He doesn’t bite back, just maintains eye contact as he pulls the towel away and lowers himself to his knees. His knees might regret this tomorrow, if he has a tomorrow, but he won’t, will simply enjoy having a tomorrow. The pupils of Ice’s eyes are blown wide, making him look dazed. Pete runs his hands over the thick muscles of Ice’s thighs, his eyes not leaving Ice’s face until he shifts and he feels Ice’s erection bump against his face and has to look away. Long and straight, narrower than most of the cocks Pete has had experience with. Also cut, which he expected, given Ice’s Jewish heritage. He wraps a hand around the base and strokes, touch tentative until he learns what Ice likes. He licks at the head and grins when he hears a sharp intake of breath above him.

He feels Ice shift, balancing his weight better and leaning on the door jamb, Pete glances up and he can see Ice has both his hands above his head, knuckles white as he grips the door frame, like he needs to hold firm to something. Pete shifts as well, holds his hand out and makes the best grabby gesture he can.

“Give me your hand…”

He guides Ice’s hand back to his head, feels his fingers scraping against his scalp again and he hums, presses into the sensation ever so slightly, hopes that Ice realizes he’s more than okay with hands in his hair while he’s giving head. He shifts closer, feels more comfortable with how Ice is feeling at least and he sucks with purpose now, his own cock hard in his underwear. Ice’s fingers stroke, soft and gentle and Pete doesn’t mind that, but he generally prefers a little tugging, or just being held in place while someone fucks his face. Neither of which he’ll press for right now. He strokes his hand in time with his mouth, working the entire length of Ice’s cock, lets the saliva in his mouth make it slick and messy. His jaw is beginning to ache a little and he brings up his other hand, strokes over Ice’s balls and cups them, presses a knuckle gently behind into the sensitive skin there.

“To take… To take charge of this post …and all … and all government property in view.”

Pete pulls back and looks up in disbelief.

“Are you seriously quoting the fucking orders?”

“I’m trying not to come…”

“I want you to come. I’m not going anywhere. Sooner you come, sooner I’ll come and then we can start round two…”

The groan Ice makes is low and Pete returns to his efforts, a little incensed that Ice had thought he’d have to hold back from coming. God, he can’t believe he even likes him. Fucking Navy Orders. Now what he’s hearing is much better, Ice’s breath coming in little broken gasps, his hips twitching and thigh muscles jerking. He’s repeating Pete’s name like a mantra, interspersed with the little gasps and rarer swear word. Then it’s close close close, so close and he just relaxes and swallows, braces his arms against Ice’s thighs when he feels the other man’s body almost slump before he catches himself.

“Jesus Pete…”

He pulls away, lets Ice’s cock go from his hand and mouth and looks up to see Ice watching him with incredulous eyes. Then he’s being pulled up, his face cupped in hands and kissed again, rougher and more thoroughly. Ice’s hands are pulling his underwear down and firm sure fingers are wrapping around his cock and okay, he’s definitely done this before and Pete moans into the sensation. Ice keeps moving him, edging toward the bed and takes the hint, lying down before turning and asking.

“Where do you want me?”

“Well, you’re already in my bed, so…”

Then he’s being pushed to his side, Ice tucking himself up behind Pete so their bodies are pressed chest-to-back from shoulder-to-hip. He can feel Ice’s still semi-hard cock pressed against his ass, one of Ice’s arms wrapped around beneath him, holding him tight and then Ice’s other hand is back on his cock and Pete groans, lets himself rolls his hips a little into the sensation.

“Thought about this. Thought about this a lot…” Ice says, voice near his ear and Pete shudders, can’t believe that he really had no idea that all this was just waiting for him to realize it was there. Ice’s hand isn’t soft, it works him just right, a little dry and he wants to thrust into it but Ice simply holds him harder, Pete can feel Ice’s teeth pressing into the muscles of his shoulder and he groans, mutters under his breath, not knowing and not caring what he says.

“What’d you say to me? Sooner you come the sooner we can start round two? Come on Pete…”

“Please. Just… little faster. Please,” he gasps out and he doesn’t have to resort to begging, Ice’s hand immediately moving faster and he squeezes his eyes shut, can feel his impending orgasm coiling tight like a spring under pressure and then he’s coming, his entire body shuddering with the release and his body feels twitchy and overexposed, definitely doesn’t want Ice to stop touching and holding him least he implode in upon himself.

“Okay?”

“So okay…”

“I love you Pete.”

“Love you too,” Pete murmurs back, and he means it a thousand times over.

They spend the afternoon together, making out occasionally. He looks up occasionally to find Ice watching him with an expression of sheer amazement and he likes it. More than he ever thought was possible. He gets treated to the fancy dinner Ice had been planning on cooking, gets soft kisses that turn into more every time Ice walks past him and it feels so domestic and he knows he could get used to it very easily.

He rings Carole and gives her a sanitized update, not that she believes him for a second, she sounds far to smug and happy and he doesn’t have it in him to care about how smug she is when she is simply so happy for both him and Ice. When she says I’ll see you tomorrow he grins, knows that regardless of the outcome he definitely will.

PART FIVE

#icemav #Once Upon a Time in 1996...#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #Top Gun fanfiction

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 2 years ago

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Between The Lines

Not exactly filling one of the asks some of you lovely people have left in my inbox - but it the idea was sparked from one! (The one via the link below if I've managed it correctly - and if I haven't I would dearly love if one of you kind folk could educate me!). The other asks in my inbox are currently all WIPs and will be on their way (please just be patient!)

Melissa put a gentle hand on Barbara’s arm, halting her mid-sentence. “Hold that thought.”

Barb watches as her friend pushes herself out of her chair and crosses over to where you’re sat on the sofa, staring dumbly at your phone.

“What happened?” she asks, perching on the low table in front of you.

Without saying anything, you turn your phone around, allowing her to see the screen.

“Oh sweetheart,” she gasps, pulling you into a hug.

You hide your face against her shoulder, feeling tears start to fall. You abruptly pull back on hearing some of your colleagues voices approaching the break room. It’s an almost automatic habit now.

“Come on,” says Melissa, getting to her feet and tugging you up with her. She slips an arm around your waist, pausing only to briefly place a hand on Barb’s shoulder, telling her she’ll catch up with her later.

She leads you in the direction of your classroom, closing the door behind the two of you and gathering you in her arms. She doesn’t say anything, just holds you as you cry. You’re not a pretty crier, and it’s hardly a delicate sniffle, but still, she doesn’t say anything. She just offers you tissues and strokes your hair.

Once the initial shock of the news has washed over you, you find yourself calmer. You rub your hands over your face, sure you look a mess, but manage a small smile as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You feel like you want to call your parents?” she asks. “I could give you some space? Go see Ava about us getting some time off?”

Out of all of her words, there’s one you latch on to. “Us?”

Melissa opens her mouth to speak, only to snap it closed again, apparently debating her next words carefully. “Well, I, Um, you…I mean…” She sighs, frustrated at her inability to get her words out. She gently rubs her hands up and down your arms. “I don’t like the thought of you alone and hurting. I just thought…I could come with you? If you wanted me to?”

You feel tears gathering in your eyes once more, overwhelmed at the gesture. “You’d really come with me?”

She replies with a soft smile.

“A funeral isn’t exactly how I wanted you to meet my family but I’d really like it if you were there.”

Barb is on her way to get some craft supplies for her students when she sees Melissa coming out of your classroom. “Is she okay?”

Melissa sighs. “Not really. Her Grandma died. She’d been ill for a while, but she’d rallied so it’s a bit unexpected.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” offers Barb. “I’ll add her into my prayers tonight.”

“That’s good of you, Barb,” nods Melissa, casting an anxious glance back towards your classroom door.

“Can I ask something?” asks the kindergarten teacher. She waits for the red head to meet her gaze and nod. “How long?”

At this, Melissa frowns.

“You and her,” clarifies the older woman. “She didn’t make a sound in the breakroom. Had barely moved and yet you knew something had happened.”

The red head’s first instinct is to lie, but this is Barb. She’s not even sure how she’s hidden it from her this long. She’s hardly wanted to. “A few months?” she offers sheepishly.

“Months?” repeats Barbara, the shock evident in her voice.

“I was gonna tell you. I really was! It’s just been…it’s all so new,” she lets out a huff of breath, dropping her head. “Look I promise I’ll tell you the whole story but I need to go and see Ava about getting’ some time off.” She looks up, that sheepish look back on her face. “I’m going with her to the funeral.”

This time Barb’s shock is clear in the way her eyebrows shoot up her forehead.

“I know, I know,” says Melissa, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “And I promise, we can do brunch and I’ll tell you everything, But I need to go grab Ava.”

And with that, Barb is left watching Melissa’s retreating form, her gaze pivoting from your closed classroom door to her friend as she lets what she’s just learned sink in.

Ava offers to find cover that day but you’re stubborn about it. There’s nothing you can do at home today. Nothing is going to undo what has happened and you moping around at home isn’t going to make it any better. You stay till the end of the day, trying not to cry every time one of your students does something sweet, or Melissa pokes her head round the door or brings you a cup of tea.

By the time the kids are gone there are four half finished cups littering your desk, but the sight of them makes you smile. Each one of them an excuse for Melissa to spend a moment with you and check in with you. Pushing them to one side, you take a deep breath, determined to try and get a start on some lesson plans to leave for the substitute who will be covering your classes the next week.

“Hey.”

You look up to find a familiar sight; Melissa leaning against the doorframe to your classroom. “Hey,” you offer back, though it’s more of a sigh than a greeting.

“You ready to head or?”

“I want a get a start of a couple of things for next week,” you say. “If that’s okay with you?”

She approaches your desk with a smile, moving to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Course. Whatever you need to do. You want me to stay?”

You look up at her, finding that you’re able to offer a smile of your own. “You know how much of a distraction you are, right?”

“I try my best,” she grins, leaning down to kiss you once more, this time pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna go see Barb, then. Fill her in?”

“You okay with her knowing?”

Another kiss is pressed to your lips. “You kidding? You know I love a chance to show off.” She gently cups your cheek, her face suddenly serious. “Are you okay with her knowing?”

You nod. You’ve only been waiting for Melissa’s go ahead to tell your colleagues. It’s not the same for you as it is for her, here. She has history here. She’s had her life torn apart while still working here. Had her personal life become the stuff of gossip. You’ve always told her it’s her card to play when it comes to telling your colleagues. “Means I can finally sit with you at lunch.”

Hovering in the doorway of Barbara’s classroom, Melissa feels distinctly like a naughty school kid. “Hey.”

Barb looks up from the worksheets she’s been marking, trying to save herself from taking them home to do.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be away for a few days next week.”

“So you’re really going?”

Melissa nods, moving to perch on the edge of one of the small student desks. “I am. Flights are booked. Substitutes all arranged.”

Barb sits back in her chair. “That’s big.”

“Yeah,” nods the red head. “Kinda shitting myself if I’m honest.”

Smiling fondly, the kindergarten leans forward on her elbows. “That means you care.”

“I know,” agrees Melissa shakily. “I care too damn much here. It terrifies me.”

You don’t want to interrupt, but you don’t want to hover and hear more than you’re meant to. Knocking on the open door, you poke your head into Barbara’s classroom.

Melissa is immediately on her feet and moving towards you. No longer having to hide what’s between you, she slips an arm around your waist, smiling as you lean into her.

Barb approaches the pair of you with a gentle smile. “I hear it’s not the easiest time for you just now. If there’s anything I can do to help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say. And you really mean it. You know it can’t have been easy for the older woman to learn that her best friend has been keeping a secret from her for weeks, but it appears that she’s accepted it as graciously as she seems to accept many things. “That’s really kind of you, Mrs Howard. Melissa’s taking good care of me.”

“It’s Barbara, dear,” she replies, placing a hand on your arm. “And you couldn’t find anyone better to take care of you.”

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fictionkinfessions · 5 months ago

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It bothers me a little when minors complain about adults not wanting to interact with them in kin spaces 😭 You can always make your own server or whatever? I’m sorry I don’t want to hold back things I shouldn’t say around minors, and I want to actually express myself. I’m REALLY not the type to hate minors or think they’re worlds apart from adults, but you DO have to act different around them, it’s just not appropriate to treat them like adults. I can interact with them just fine, but sometimes I want my own space to talk about shit it would be irresponsible to say to them.

I got pretty fucked up in high school from adults talking to me about their financial/relationship/mental health issues, and making me feel like I have to save them, as a kid who didn’t know what to say. I know I can’t avoid my mental health when talking about kin stuff, and I can’t bear the idea of some high schooler who has enough to worry about already stressing out about if I’m okay. Yeah I feel bad if adults worry about me, too, but it’s still different.

Idk, it just feels a bit entitled sometimes. You have a right to be mad if someone’s being a dick to minors, but it’s pretty frustrating to hear people whine about adult spaces just existing. I can often sympathize a little, cause I DO feel bad that so many servers and stuff are 18+ only, but idk, it’s not like they did that to hurt you or anything, honesty it was probably to try and avoid hurting you? You can vent, but at a certain point, just make your own minor-friendly space. At least don’t make people feel guilty for just wanting to feel comfortable, it’s not targeted.

Anonymous asked:

Hey, can you add this onto my kinfession about minors being mad about adult kin spaces?

To be clear, it’s totally fine to just vent about being upset. That’s never an issue. I only really find it an issue if you’re passive aggressive, or trying to make people feel bad, or imply they hate minors or something.

I was ranting cause I was frustrated, so I don’t think I made this clear, but of COURSE venting isn’t a bad thing. This blog is literally FOR venting. It’s fine. I just don’t like when people act like it’s a personal attack on them, or like they have a right to be in any space they want.

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fairycosmos · 2 years ago

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Ya I’m really sick of asking for help. I’ve always been an extremely independent and self reliant person who has been excellent at talking care of myself and then recently (2 years) it started being too much and I did reach out for help. Therapists, doctors, loved ones, etc. All fucking failures. Many of them made things worse with psychiatric abuse! What if help isn’t a real thing? Like dead fucking ass. That’s what I can’t get over. Everybody your whole life says “Get Help!!!!” like it’s this magical thing and it’s supposed to work it does work for a lot of people! And then you try. Really, really hard - multiple times - and it does nothing. So I’m done. I just can’t get over it. The way it’s such bullshit. The way people say “there must be a solution, there must be help” Why? There doesn’t have to be anything in this world. Sometimes things don’t work out okay in the end. Everybody cut the bullshit platitudes, stop trying to make me feel better with hollow words, and shut the fuck up about getting help until you can tell me what that would actually look like that I haven’t fucking tried already. People will literally tell me “but you’re doing okay though” when I just told them I’m not. And like to anyone who happens to be reading this thinking “oh but just try again anon, it’s out there somewhere!” sorry but fuck you too. Why can’t people just admit they don’t know what they’re talking about and sometimes you can’t put yourself in another person’s shoes. Like for one, I haven’t even mentioned the specific shit I’m dealing with here lol but if I said this to anyone they’d just try to fill me up with “awwww but it’ll get better.” Go to hell.

yeahhh i totally feel you im at pretty much the same place RN like im not mad at people for being kind or hopeful but also it's like im not stupid im doing everything i can it's just not fucking working. i completely understand your frustration and i think a lot of ppl do bc unfortunately mental illness isn't black and white or straightforward lol like at all. im sorry i don't have much more to add to this but also i know realistically there's not much i cab say that will change ur situation. im just really really sorry you have to deal with it and i want you to know at the very least you're not alone in this experience. only thing i cling int is the idea that one day i will get the right help at the right time, by some miracle lmfao. X

#anon

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avpdvoidspace · 2 years ago

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If I may add to the conversation about abuse - I also don’t think abusers are uniquely evil. Abuse is bad, obviously, I’m not saying it isn’t, but like… abusers are people and people are a lot more complex than “evil abuser” and “innocent victim”. I think a lot of abusers are genuinely bad people but I think a lot of them are also people who haven’t unlearned their mindsets and I think if we stop dehumanizing abusers, we’re closer to stopping abuse itself. The abuser isn’t a big secret monster with an unholy grip - sometimes it feels that way but people are fallible and ridiculous sometimes. If we make abuse inescapable, for both abuser and victim, it’s just harder to stop the cycle.

It, like you pointed out, removes the accountability and agency. It’s like when people posit that men are inherently bad - that removes them from the agency of choosing to not be bad, misogynistic, or dangerous. People are just people and they can make horrible, awful, traumatizing lives for people - and anyone can do that. People with and without empathy can do that. It’s the choice To do that. And sometimes, abusers don’t even realize they are being abusive because society doesn’t take certain kinds of abuse seriously.

I think if we had a healthy, genuine, good faith education on what abuse and power dynamics and bad faith and awful relationships are, when we give people the freedom and safety to understand their worth and what actual healthy lives look like, a lot of would be abusers would not be abusers. But because we keep dehumanizing both abusers and victims, abusers almost always refuse to hold themselves accountable because to be an abuser is to be less than human and to be abused is to be disregarded as human.

This isn’t my way of saying we should just let abusers abuse all Willy-Nilly, I just don’t think abuse victims actually benefit from their abusers being dehumanized. Maybe cathartic to see them as less than human but if you hold people as less than human, what happens if you find yourself doing something abusive? You will reject it because you’re human and not a monster so your abuse isn’t abuse - or, you self degrade so much that you never heal. Nobody benefits from the dehumanization point blank.

If you have the choice to abuse, you have the choice to not abuse and frankly, I think we should be removing the power structures that allow abuse to thrive rather than keep the systems that perpetuate abuse but keep throwing the abuser word at people. Anyone can be the abuser if put in the position to abuse. People will often see abusers as monsters and evil and therefore separate themselves from their own perpetual abuse and refuse to acknowledge the abuse. This is especially true for those who were abuse victims themselves. It’s why we have abuse victims thinking it’s okay to abuse pwNPD or any PD because they’ve decided that abuse is okay if it’s the monster. But the monster is just a person.

Sorry it took so long to get to this ask! I got very stressed out after that post got reblogged a lot and had to take a break from really being engaged with this blog for a while. You make some very good points! I definitely agree that there are power structures that not only allow abuse but reward and incentize it. And at the end of the day, it's a personal choice made by human beings to abuse other human beings. The people who abused me didn't have any diagnoses, and I very much believe they were neurotypical. Part of why the abuse continued is because of how my trauma manifested into neurodivergence, so it can be very frustrating for me to watch people characterize personality disorders as disorders that make people abusive. Thank you for your comments!

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antvnger · 8 months ago

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((Some people say that Ant-Man 3 flopped because it followed a "formula" and fans were tired of it. What "formula" are they talking about exactly (and if it's just specific to Ant-Man movies), because this one (Ant-Man wise) seemed a bit "darker" compared to previous ones. Like with Kang torturing Scott and Cassie and also the fact that Scott could've died or stayed trapped in the QR. Tbh I think he would've died and not just get trapped, especially with the line "we both just have to lose." That's a death flag line right there and I would've been devastated 😭

So what are your thoughts on this? What's this formula?))

(( *sigh* The infamous Marvel formula. I’m rather tired of the discussion of this formula and people hating on it. Yes, I understand people can get tired of the same pattern, but sometimes a pattern isn’t a bad thing.

Whatever, I’m not going to delve more into whether it’s good or bad because there’s no point in that. I’m personally fine with it.

I’m also tired of people badmouthing Quantumania because I personally think it’s good. Yes, it’s darker than the first two, but if I recall correctly, we were told Phase 4 would be darker, and since Quantumania opened the phase, we shouldn’t have been surprised it was darker too.

I’m not saying you’re badmouthing anything, Anon. This frustration is not directed towards you; I promise. You’re fine.

So anyway, Anon, here’s the Marvel formula:

Hero intro (which, ya know, important for a hero movie)

Villain intro (bonus points if villain is like an evil version of the hero)

Add a pinch of romance

Have someone important to the hero die (optional) bonus points if it’s a sacrifice

Add lots of humor. This isn’t DC comics after all. (Jk DC comics fans, I had to make the joke I’m sorry)

Make sure the villain is or becomes more powerful than the hero (which makes it more interesting imo but whatever)

The climax is full of action (who wants a boring climax anyway? It’s the climax)

All hope feels lost but then there’s a last minute victory (because I WANT my favorite heroes to win! ESPECIALLY SCOTT)

Post credit scene…or 2

So that’s the formula, and yes, it applies to Quantumania as well as loads of other MCU movies, and the reason why it’s getting old for people is because the MCU has existed for 16 years with, what? 33 films now? An average of 2 movies a year? Of course people are going to notice a pattern and get tired of it.

Alright, Ant-Mun, get off the soap box now.

Okay, Anon, I hope this answers your question. I promise the frustration you gather from the post is not directed at you. I appreciate your questions, thank you.

And yes, I would have been devastated too. I would have sobbed my eyes out in the theater.))

#for the ant mun #ant mun #anon asks #marvel #mcu #marvel formula #mcu formula #quantumania #amatw quantumania

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ladyintree · 9 months ago

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her jaw clenches again, frustrated that she won’t believe her, even though tai isn’t willing to give her any real answers. it’s only because she doesn’t have them, she doesn’t know how to even begin explaining it all to her when she barely knows herself. ❝ okay! ❞ she blurts, shaking her head quickly. ❝ okay. fine. you don’t trust me. i know, ❞ she mutters, trying to take a deep breath to collect herself, but it’s not doing her any favors, not when she’s already so worked up, and her heart still feels like it’s beating out of her chest. she wants to gain that trust back, but she' snot sure there’s ever going to be an opening for it. ❝ i wouldn’t stand here, in front of you, and lie. you don’t trust me, that’s fine, but— i wouldn’t. ❞ which is how she knows that even though she’s uncertain about some of the things she’s saying, it has to be true. she has to believe in herself that much, too.

she catches her words immediately, understands that mikayla doesn’t actually hate her, and that’s something tai can work with. she should hate her, but tai’s clinging to the slip up. still, she frowns at the thought anyway, because it would crush her knowing that mikayla actually did hate her, no matter how warranted. ❝ because i don’t know what to say, ❞ she admits, and that’s new for her— because even when she hasn’t known what to say in the past, she’s always been quick on her feet, always insisted on getting there anyway. ❝ i wasn’t— i didn’t know i was going to see you, okay? and i’ve spent years trying to figure out what i would say to you if i ever saw you again. and i’ve never fucking known. because i know i fucked up, ❞ she insists, hoping that’s something for her. she takes another deep breath, her jaw clenching again. ❝ i’m sorry. okay? sorry might not mean much, but i am. i was looking out for myself. i was being fucking selfish. ❞ she might not have admitted that so easily if she had planned to see her, but it just comes out, because it’s the only reason she can land on now.

she’s not being defensive now; instead, she’s just sad, because the idea that mikayla could ever assume tai holds that against her makes her heart ache. she’s heard what people have said about her, and she’s defended her every single time, but is telling her that even worth it? or will it just sound like an attempt to save herself? ❝ i’ve never been embarrassed of you. no— fuck that. i’ve never let anyone say anything about you, ❞ she insists, her words spitting out quickly, desperate to get her to hear her. more tears fall, and she tries to sniffle them away, with no use. ❝ it was never about you. i didn’t show up because of . . . me. okay? because i was the problem. ❞ she didn’t see it like that then; she thought she was fine, she told herself she had to be, but she wasn’t. not without her. she made it through university, she was thriving in her academics and on the field, but it was all so empty without the girl she loved.

she freezes when mikayla asks her why she didn’t come. it was inevitable, a huge reason she avoided coming after it was far too late already, she just doesn’t know how to answer it. ❝ i was scared, ❞ she answers after a long moment of silence, still speaking quietly, her voice shaking. ❝ not of you, ❞ she quickly adds, because that’s the last thing she wants her to think. ❝ i was scared of me. of not knowing how to move on, and i thought i had to do it without you. and i was fucking wrong, ❞ she admits, something so rare for her, but there’s nothing else she can say about it than that.

she’s caught off guard by what mikayla says now, her brows furrowing in confusion, in shock, because for as well as she knew her back then, she wasn’t that kind of person. she had been through so much already, and still, tai never anticipated that from her. it makes her entire body feel weak, knowing that mikayla’s been feeling that way for however long— and she blames herself for not being there for her, knowing she could’ve been a place for mikayla to turn. ❝ no, ❞ she mutters weakly. ❝ no. ❞ they kept each other alive. she never regretted anything she had to do in order to protect mikayla back then, even if she couldn’t do the same afterwards. ❝ you don’t deserve that. you don’t deserve any of it— no, he should be dead, not you. do you really think that? ❞ she asks in disbelief, frowning back at her, unable to truly process it at all.

she frowns again, shoulders slumping as she makes herself smaller. she’s also not thinking about their surroundings, not considering what shauna may be thinking as she waits for her to return, not considering how this may reflect on asher as he’s the one who invited them both to his event. she’s only thinking about mikayla, knowing she deserves to have this out now, even if it’s killing tai. ❝ you weren’t, no, fuck— you weren’t wrong, ❞ she mutters quickly. as she steps in closer, tai has to close her eyes, because her entire body feels warm in a way that doesn’t feel calming like it used to— she’s shaking with anxiety, fear, regret. but she forces her eyes open, because she’s the one who urged mikayla to look at her in the first place. hearing the names of others urges more tears to fall from her eyes, because she knows it should’ve been her, before anyone else, but she kept telling herself it was too hard, too late, too much. it never had anything to do with no longer believing in the kind of person mikayla was, and it hurts her to know she thinks that way. she should’ve made that clear to her a long time ago, but she’s not wasting her moment now, even if mikayla doesn’t want to hear it.

❝ i’m sorry, ❞ she says quietly, her voice faltering again as she shakes her head slowly, keeping her body perfectly still, but any inch closer is going to make her crumble, but any inch farther again is going to make her start freezing. ❝ no, ❞ she says again. ❝ because you’re not fucked up. and not loving you was never the problem. that never fucking changed, ❞ she insists, speaking through gritted teeth, her eyes locked with hers no matter how hard it makes all of this. ❝ i did love you, ❞ she insists, letting out a breath. ❝ i do love you. i’m always going to. what you had to do would never change that. ❞ she told her that long ago, back in the wilderness, and even though this is clearly different, it’s still true.

how is it not that simple? mikayla wants to ask, but she's getting so frustrated that she wants to cry, and she's not allowing herself to go there yet. as hard as she knew it would be to face tai after everything, she at least expected answers, expected to finally understand why the only person who ever actually loved her didn't bother to be there for her— but so far, tai's given her nothing, only making her even more confused than she already was, because she's not explaining anything.

“ i don't fucking believe you. ” it feels like tai's lying, because it doesn't make sense to mikayla for it to be the truth, for tai to be afraid of reaching out to her for the last five years, but suddenly brave enough to do it at the party of someone mikayla didn't even know tai talked to. “ i don't fucking trust you anymore. ” and maybe that's one of the things that hurts the most, because it's always been so hard for mikayla to trust anyone— but she used to trust taissa completely, more than anyone else, trusting her not to hurt her, not to abandon her the way everyone else seemed to eager to. but then she did, breaking that trust, making it so hard for mikayla to believe in anyone anymore, especially her.

she wishes she was strong enough to walk away, because maybe hurting tai back would be able to make her feel better. but somehow, even after everything tai did — or didn't do, really — mikayla can't bring herself to do it, partly for selfish reasons, because she can't tear herself away from tai, but that only makes her angrier, because if she can't do it after everything, then how could tai, when all mikayla ever tried to do while they were out there was love her? “ i want to. i want to fucking hate you. ” it feels like a slip up, accidentally admitting that she doesn't hate her— she's just incapable of it, which doesn't make sense to her, because she hates her parents for what they did to her, for how much they ruined her, and what tai did to her isn't different; if anything, it might be worse, because she never expected anything more from her parents, but she expected more from her. “ i'm letting you speak. you're just not fucking saying anything. ” anything that means something to her, at least, because hearing repeatedly how tai wanted to see her means nothing when it comes without any real explanation.

once she starts breaking down, she just wishes someone would interrupt— that asher would come outside, ask them what's going on, or better, travis, so he could just take her away, force mikayla to leave, because she knows she isn't strong enough to do it herself. “ stop fucking lying to me. ” she begs, but this time, she's not even sure if tai's lying, or if mikayla's just been trapped with her own thoughts for so long that it's difficult for her to discern what's real and what's not. “ i know what they say about me. i know what everyone fucking says about me. is that why? because you were embarrassed of me? ” because she didn't want to be with someone the world already decided was insane, because it would ruin her reputation, just associating herself with mikayla. it's all she's thought about since misty told her everything upon her release, wondering if that's why tai never came, because mikayla just would've ruined it all for her.

she doesn't actually know what tai thought about her at all, because she wasn't there— she just assumes that everyone who didn't reach out to her believed everyone else, assumed that she really did just snap, like everything that happened out there was what got to her, when it had nothing to do with it. the only two survivors she knew for absolute certain were on her side were nat and travis, because they were there for her— but tai wasn't, so how could she possibly believe anything else? “ then why didn't you come? ”

hearing that tai thought she was dead only makes everything worse, because if she really thought that, wouldn't she have wanted to see her, more than ever? wouldn't she have wanted to make sure mikayla was okay? “ i wish i was dead. i wish i just let him do it. ” something mikayla never expected herself to say, to want, after spending her entire life just trying to survive him, but once she was separated from general population in prison, everything changed— she stopped seeing the point, because the entire world thought she was a monster, she'd never be able to live a normal life, robbed of everything she'd spent her entire childhood looking forward to: the opportunity to finally just be free, to figure things out for herself, all stolen from her because she had to kill him. and to make all of that worse, tai didn't even care about her anymore.

“ god, shut up! i don't fucking know anything! ” mikayla forgets that there's a party full of people just inside, that she shouldn't be raising her voice. “ i thought you loved me. i thought you gave a shit about me. but i was fucking wrong. ” she makes the mistake of moving closer, feeling like she needs to be to make her point, but once the distance is closed between them, it feels like she can't breathe. she uncrosses her arms, forgetting about the scars all over her hands, clenching them into fists at her side, nails digging into her palms. “ you let me fucking rot in there. nat cared. travis cared. my fucking ex boyfriend cared. even stupid fucking misty came. but you fucking didn't. ” she gets closer, in tai's face now, feeling safe because she's too hurt to even consider kissing her. “ you stopped loving me the second you realized how fucked up i actually am. just fucking admit it. ”

#manslaught #arc: manslaught / 5 years.#yeah actually. no more surprises for you

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tomaytow · 2 years ago

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i have seen your tags! so i must say: how about making that another time about jealous venti rn time? only if you're up for it though!

again i am very sorry for this late response but here’s a snippet from a fic (that’s actually all abt jealous venti in a modern setting LOL <3) said fic is 5/6 done so here’s a preview in case i won’t get it finished;

cw: a lil suggestive. (i should calm down honestly.)

Drowning in your reviewers and notebooks, you bump your forehead on your study table.

Ugh.

This. Is. Too. Much.

They can’t expect us to memorize this all! You glare at the piece of note card you made. You wrote acronyms for this stupid topic just so your brain can get familiar with it, but unfortunately, there are so many! And it’s not even a major subject!

“Hi, my Windblume,” There are arms that encircle your waist, and you take a deep breath. Venti’s voice during this time is able to calm your nerves. He presses his front to your backside. “You seem frustrated! Take a break—just for twenty minutes will suffice.”

You glance by your shoulder with a sly smirk. “You just want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

Venti lets out his signature giggle, “Bingo. Now come on—“ He yanks your hand forcefully, and you topple over with a shriek. Venti’s so strong, sometimes it scares (and amazes) you. For someone his own size, who knew that this delicate looking man can generate so much strength and power?

(Oh, isn’t he part of the archery team or whatever…?)

You return to reality when Venti pokes your waist, making you squeak. “Ah! Venti! Don’t do that!”

“Thinking about other people rather than me?” Venti pinches your cheeks, “I’m hurt~ aren’t I supposed to be your distraction?”

You remove his hands on your face, but you still keep holding it with yours. “I was not thinking of other people. I was thinking about you.” Then, you find out where you’re sitting now—on his lap. “Venti, aren’t I heavy? I should get off.”

Venti firmly squeezes your waist. The way his fingers dip on your skin makes you blush a little. He puffs his cheeks, “No, stay! I want you here. Please, love?”

How can you say no to his puppy eyes? With a defeated sigh, you forfeit. “Okay.”

“Yay!” Venti smiles joyfully. “Kiss me? I will be your stress–reliever! Let it all out to me, Windblume—your frustrations, your irritations, the whirlwind inside of you. Tell me all about it.”

You’re really thankful that you have Venti as a lover. He’s just so sweet, understanding, and supportive. He’s one of the main reasons why you can withstand college.

You’re not reluctant to tilt your head and latch your lips with his. It’s so soft. But instead of sweet candy, there’s a taste of the bitterness of the black coffee he consumed. “I hate my professors.” You kiss him again. He kisses you back this time. “I hate them so much—they’re giving us so many projects when they’re aware that it’s midterms week.”

Venti’s eyelids flutter in content. “Have you talked to your professors about it? Aah, mm—windblume...—“ He murmurs, “If… if there are any problems such as this, it’s better to talk it out with them…hmm…”

“I–It’s futile,” you say, and you kiss Venti again and again. “There’s nothing I— I can do anymore when they’ve already made up their mind…”

You add with a small pant, “Even Albedo can’t negotiate with them…”

You continue your slow pace when Venti suddenly deepens the kiss. Your toes curl and your heart skips from the abruptness. When you detach away from him, you muster up the courage to say something. Your chest heaves up and down as you whisper a “V–Venti…?”

He opens his eyelids midway.

What you are witnessing right now—it’s a flushed Venti.

And his eyes… they’re filled with want.

You feel like a prey under a predator’s gaze.

It takes him a while to respond. Both of you are catching your breaths. You’re not sure of what’s happening right now. The way Venti looked at you, surely, he’s not…

The room is so hot right now.

You’re disturbed from your thoughts when Venti buries his whole face on your chest. You can hear his muffled voice— Windblume…

He sounds a little upset, you think as you feel his hold on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” You dip your head down to thread your fingers on his hair. You scratch his scalp tenderly, “H-hey. What’s wrong, my needy distraction? Are you finally realizing that I’m stopping the circulation of your blood flow, and that I must get off?”

He makes a noise akin to a scoff. As if, he probably wants to say. Venti clutches you closer. “Stay.”

A demand?

“A–alright.” You smile. “I will. But only for like, sixteen minutes.”

Venti lifts his head a little to reveal his beautiful eyes. He still has his nose and lips dug to your sternum as he speaks. “Thirty minutes.” Though subdued, you manage to understand.

“I have to study,” you gulp nervously. “Midterms will kill me.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” Venti nuzzles into you. Archons, he is so needy. “And isn’t it your responsibility to cater my needs?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Very needy indeed. “Amazing. What should I do next, then?”

“Ahaha, kiss me.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

“You really are distracting me from my studies. Do you want me to fail?”

“Of course not. But kiss me. Please?”

#venti x reader #cw: suggestive #sorry again for this v late response #i'm very busy with college #and life in general #i can't believe it too like man my schedule is so jampacked #i was supposed to post this a week ago #but yeaaah #had no time #anyway it's a snippet #i'm not sure if i'll post the whole jealous venti fic JHSHJDK #we will see #for now #i drown in midterms #tomato.writes #tomato.replies

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zukuist · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

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