#thankyou for feeling safe enough to ask me these things

[humblepoet26]

Re: Random Mutual What do you think about age gaps (ie 25/35) ? I met someone new on here -- a new mutual -- and -there are definite sparks- although she's significantly younger than me, my battleship has been sank, girl! She reminds me of 2 friends that were both very important to me in different ways, and I'm stunned by the combo. I'm doing my best to be wholesome and focus on being her friend, but there's definitely some underlying tension (and she's totally teasing me, by her own admission) -- 👉👈😭 (really, 🤤). It's mutual attraction - we're talking a lot, and will continue talking for a long time -- the AU/US time-zone gap (15 hours) is tough. We've exchanged voice notes and YIKES her voice is alluring to me... ...Argh!! Grace, I X'd out of a Tumblr tab and there was a .GIF of someone getting fingered, Grace Pls Why You do This?! 😆 I've explained how I feel to her, but I also feel like she's determined to break my will to keep things fairly SFW-ish (and I definitely want her). So yeah, I'm FLOORED, but at the same time trying to be safe, mature, respectful and overall, decent. Thoughts?

Hi lovely, oooh someone asking for my advice? This is so sweet (I literally had a dream last night about someone asking for my opinion (weird coincidence? lol) but it was in a crowded place and everyone was staring at me and i hate being the centre of attention so I ran away but I will not run away from helping you 😋). I'm a lil confused though cause you go between asking my personal opinion/preference about age gaps but in which the way you've explained the situation, wouldn't it be your preference in age gap? To then referencing her like you may already have some of your answers? but I'll do my best. (Apologies in advance if this doesn't make a spick of sense and or it being all over the place though 😅)

Personally I'm not very fussed by age gaps (to a degree) but as long as it consensual and mutual. if I find a person who clicks with my soul, their age isn't the priority feeling. But it's also a personal preference to some I suppose, some prefer to be in a certain bracket which is totally respectable too.

By the seems of it, if she's playing cheeky with you, you've established a safe spacefor her to be comfortable to do so already that's so good start and if you both already have a mutual attraction with the way y'all talk, she mustn't seem to mind the age gap either? So your ship is not sank lovely, just weathered. But do they not know your true age though? If not, that should be the next step in the connection and communication, is being truthful with her, let off your chest all the things you think she would be worried about and you'll know more of how it'll pan out by how she reacts and handles that information.

But also congrats for meeting a mutual and hitting it off so well, tumblr doesn't regret being your unintentional matchmaking service 😜. sounds by the combo she is important to you, but remember she is not the other people she reminds you of either though and her qualities and feelings will differ to what you had from them, she is a whole new person with a new outlook. you can't hold the expectations of what they provided, from her, let her be herself and she'll show you who she is.

You said you've explained how you feel, yes? But do you know how she feels? maybe ask her what she feels and what her intentions are maybe? So you both have more of an idea and understanding where you're both at and where to balance eachothers feelings/intentions/expectations from. Have a deeper conversation together, be honest with eachother. But you also don't need to label anything too fast either, if you just want platonic flirting and friendship, don't ever let anyone make you feel ashamed for that.

If she's teasing you with your consent and you like it, tell her. I think she might enjoy knowing how much you enjoy her being like that and knowing what it makes you feel, it may improve the bond of the dynamic you're playing with.

Timezones are a hella bummer but if you've made it work so far, there's hope for it to keep improving. But remember you both have different lives in different countries and things/timings will effect that so respect eachothers boundaries. The time they choose to share with us is a gift. But hey don't even get me started on voices, you're talking to someone who melts at certain voices/accents/languages/tones in general, so I feel ya on that one 🫠 all i can say is good luck not dying everytime they speak 🤷‍♀️😘

There's also how long have you been talking to her? Cause you said she's a new mutual, is she consistent with respecting you and being a true friend outside of the fun you play around with? Does she make you feel safe to be yourself and provide a comfortable space to talk to/share yourself with?

You say you're struggling with the will to keep it mostly sfw-ish but you want her? Ask yourself are you wanting to break the line between sfw and nsfw? What will that look like if you do? If so is it something you'll still enjoy? Or would you rather keep it how it is? I don't think there's a time limit on how you treat this situation, you can play it out as slowly or as fast as you desire but I suppose it's on your terms of what you're comfortable to share or how much you're willing to be/give yourself with/around them. Do they make you feel comfortable? Do they respect your boundaries? Are they open with you? Do they care for you as a person? Do you trust them? This should all come before letting them fuck around with you. Or would you rather stay what you have and cherish the bond to maybe grow into something later? To keep learning them for now? If you are both being open, respectful and honest with eachother you shouldn't worry what anyone thinks except eachother and just do what feels right.

I hope this helped in some/any form? & if it didn't, then I apologise 😅 but all the best to figuring it all out together and have fun, life's too short to not take on opportunities (or people) you want to enjoy.

And ahah the gif 🤭 well oops, can't blame me, it was the late hours of tumblr and I'm not responsible for the feelings my reposting gives if you follow me 😜 I get a lil unhinged around here sometimes 🤷‍♀️

[mj-iza-writer]

"Whumpee please don't go that far away from me", Caretaker requested, "I can't go into the sunlight like you can."

"I'm sorry Caretaker", Whumpee jumped around in the new puddles a recent storm created.

"Thankyou", Caretaker watched them get closer, they adjusted their umbrella.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee stopped suddenly.

"Yes Whumpee", they smiled.

"How come you come outside with me even when you could get hurt?", Whumpee jumped closer, "and why can I be in the sun, but you can't."

"I come out to make sure you are safe, and have company", Caretaker sighed, "as for the sunlight, no one really remembers why we can't come out into the sun. We just know we get severally burnt from it."

"I get burnt from the sun to" Whumpee showed their arms.

"Yes, you're right. My burns are a little different though", Caretaker smiled, "humans have to have sunlight, it helps your body. That's why I rushed you out here after the storm, it's been a week since we've had sunlight here."

"Caretaker, if you're not human, what are you?", Whumpee stopped in front of Caretaker now, almost splashing them.

Whumpee gave a terrified look, "I-I'm sorry."

"No harm done, Whumpee", Caretaker smiled, "for right now, just know me as your Caretaker, I'm sure you will find out soon enough on what I am."

Whumpee looked down and nodded.

"You seem sadened by my answer. Do you not trust me?", Caretaker looked at Whumpee sadly.

"I'm sorry, it's just....", Whumpee thought for a second while staring at the ground, "secrets are hard Caretaker, I don't like them."

"I understand. For this one secret though, I need you to trust me. I will tell you as soon as I feel you're ready. We are still new to each other after all", Caretaker sighed, "I must ensure that I am safe with you, as I have to show you your safe with me."

Whumpee looked up at Caretaker sadly, "are you a vampire?"

Caretaker felt their heart sink, "no, what a thing to suggest", Caretaker tried to remain calm.

Whumpee looked at them for a second, then went back to splashing in the puddles. Out of the corner of their eye, they watched Caretaker breathe a sigh of relief.

Later, when the sun was down, Caretaker tucked Whumpee into bed.

"Remember stay in your room until I come get you in the morning, the castle can be a little scary at night", Caretaker smiled as they patted Whumpee's head.

Whumpee nodded, "okay, goodnight Caretaker."

"Goodnight Whumpee", Caretaker started to leave.

"Um Caretaker?", Whumpee sat up.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker turned and walked back to the bed.

"I'm sorry if I made you sad today", Whumpee said shyly, "I shouldn't have asked if you were a vampire."

"Whumpee, you didn't make me sad. You asked a question you were curious about", Caretaker gently brushed some loose hair from Whumpee's face, "I just don't know where that came from."

"Whumper was a vampire", Whumpee sighed as Caretaker helped them to lay down, "they never drank from me, but I was forced to watch while they drained all of the blood of their victims."

"Oh", Caretaker said sadly, "I-I'm sure that was scary to watch."

"Yes it was", Whumpee frowned as they thought back to those days.

Caretaker also thought back to the night they raided Whumper's mansion, then rescued Whumpee.

"Well their is no reason to worry about vampires any longer. Vampires will never hurt you", Caretaker smiled, "I promise."

Caretaker left the room. Once the door was locked, they recited a protection over the room and Whumpee to keep Caretaker and any vampires out.

Caretaker went to their chambers to hide until dawn. Their blood lust had become increasingly worse, but they couldn't bring themself to hurt a human, and animal blood was starting to not help.

Caretaker sighed as they tried to sit and ignore the stabbing pains in their stomach.

"You can handle this Caretaker. Once morning comes, the pain will subside", Caretaker sighed.

"Why fight it, you've got a nice human upstairs", a voice mocked from a shadow in the room.

"Whumper", Caretaker jumped up.

Whumper walked out of the shadows with a grin, "you have something of mine, I want them back."

"Not going to happen", Caretaker bared their fangs, "they are safe from you."

"Don't bother. I know you're weak. I injured you when you raided my mansion, and I know without blood, your healing has been a very slow process", Whumper bared his fangs, "you don't stand a chance", Whumper jumped toward Caretaker and they started to fight.

Whumpee jumped when they heard a crash.

They ran to the door and remembered what Caretaker said, they held the door knob for a second. Another crash, and they found themselves opening the door.

This caused the room protection to be broken. Whumpee was the only one who could do that, they just had to open the door. The second protection over them could be removed by anyone as long as they knew the magic to do it.

Whumpee followed the sounds of struggle until they peaked into Caretaker's chamber.

Both Whumper and Caretaker instantly looked at Whumpee.

Whumper laughed as they threw Caretaker and ran toward Whumpee.

"No", Whumpee cried.

Whumper grabbed at Whumpee but pulled away in pain.

"So you have an enchantment on you, by Caretaker no doubt", Whumper turned to Caretaker, who was struggling to get back up, "if I kill you, it should remove that pesky protection."

"Run Whumpee don't look back", Caretaker yelled as they huffed to get up again.

Whumpee sobbed, "but you..."

"Don't worry about me", Caretaker groaned as Whumper attacked mercilessly, "just go, I'll hold them off as long as I can."

Whumpee cried as they watched Caretaker being attacked.

"Your weak", Whumper laughed as they continued to attack.

"Please", Whumpee yelled, "don't hurt them."

"Whumpee, I want you. They only stand in my way of that', Whumper stopped for a second, "once they die, it will be much easier for me."

Caretaker was thrown against the wall. Whumpee glanced over at a suit of armor, which held a spear.

Whumper stood over Caretaker. They were locked eyes. Whumper didn't pay any attention to the fact Whumpee was behind them until the spear was stabbed through them.

"Why you little", Whumper turned slowly with a wince, and they stumbled and fell to their knees, "you missed my heart, wait until I get my hands on you, you'll pay for that."

Whumpee quickly knelt beside Caretaker.

"You need to drink from me, that's not going to stop them for long", Whumpee pleaded watching Whumper work to remove the spear.

"I can't. I swore I'd never drink from you, no matter what. Vampires will never hurt you again remember", Caretaker groaned as they tried to stand again. They fell forward weakly.

"Please, they're coming", Whumpee cried.

"Desino (cease, stop)", Caretaker pointed at Whumper.

Whumper paused moving as though frozen in place.

"Whumpee listen to me, I want you to run. Get out and run, don't worry about me", Caretaker fell to their knees.

Whumpee whimpered and held Caretaker's face, tears streamed down their face.

"That spell won't last much longer", Caretaker groaned, "go."

"Caretaker you were the first person in my life to show kindness to me, please don't make me leave you to die when I know my blood will help you", Whumpee sobbed, "I'm scared if you get killed. I'm scared they'll find me again. I'm so scared. I don't want to lose you."

Caretaker looked deep into their eyes finally understanding. Caretaker nodded.

"Are you sure, Whumpee?", Caretaker finally sighed, realizing the spell on Whumper wasn't holding.

"Yes please, I don't want to be scared anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore", Whumpee knelt and showed their neck to Caretaker, "drink from me."

"Dimittis (release)", Caretaker waved their hand over Whumpee to remove their protection, then leaned in for the bite.

"No", Whumper cried out, still partially frozen.

Whumpee winced as the teeth went through, "I'm okay", they whispered.

Caretaker drank as they watched their spell weaken on Whumper.

"I can still destroy you", Whumper yelled as they yanked the rest of the spear out.

Caretaker smiled as they looked up at Whumper.

"Thankyou Whumpee", they stood, and gently leaned Whumpee against the wall, "that's all I need for now."

Whumpee slid weakly against the wall until they were lying against it. They hadn't realized how much blood was going to be drained and how that was going to feel.

Caretaker felt their power being restored as they were able to stand now.

You shouldn't have come here", Caretaker frowned, "Et non morieris (you will die)".

Whumpee's head felt heavy. They went in and out of consciousness. The last thing they saw was Caretaker delivering a deathly blow.

Caretaker grinned as Whumper fell to the ground, eternally silenced now.

Caretaker sighed, "and stay down", they stumbled sideways before catching themself.

"Oh Whumpee", Caretaker gently stroked Whumpee's face, "so brave, I am indebted to you."

Whumpee fluttered their eyes open, then jolted up in their bed.

"What happened?", they grabbed their neck, which had been bandaged, "oh right."

A small noise caught their attention. They were scared to look, not sure if their blood was enough to help Caretaker.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever wake up", a familiar voice called from where the noise was.

"Caretaker" Whumpee turned quickly, "ouch", they grabbed their neck.

"Oops yep, that will be a bit sore for a while", Caretaker came and sat on the edge of Whumpee's bed, "that was very brave of you, even in a scary situation you were able to help me."

"I didn't want you to leave me", Whumpee looked down, "isn't that selfish Caretaker?"

"No, not when it comes from so deep in your heart. You didn't want to be alone. You didn't want to lose someone important to you. You were afraid", Caretaker smiled, "you are not selfish at all my dear."

"So what happened to Whumper?", Whumpee looked up.

"Thanks to you I was able to finish him, he's gone forever."

"What language were you speaking, and, and, and I have so many questions", Whumpee's eyes grew wide in excitement.

"I was speaking in Latin", Caretaker smiled, "we have plenty of time for questions. For right now how about some dinner, then you need to rest. I took more blood then you were ready to lose, I'm sure."

Whumpee nodded, "but that's okay, and if you ever need anymore, don't be afraid to ask me. I don't want you to feel sick, and I know you need it."

"Thankyou Whumpee, I'll keep that in mind."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint

[gemstone-roses]

I love your Hannibal writings!

If you have a chance (and feel like it) — can you write a hurt/comfort Hannibal or even Hannigram x reader (Fem or GN is cool! & as sfw or nsfw as you want — but if you do nsfw could you sneak in some size play?)

Reader is coming up on an indefinitely bad time at work and needs Hannibal (and will) to comfort them & encourage them to stick with it. They don’t understand why reader can’t or won’t resign but they’ll be there for them.

Hi! Thankyou so much! I'm so sorry there's something wrong with my inbox I'm not seeing requests come through in my notifs! So apologies I didn't see this sooner!

Comfort

Warnings: not safe for work, 18+ ONLY!!!! size kink. Smut. , did i say size kink okay Comfort, hurt/comfort.

Summary: there's only one thing that can help you calm down tonight. Gender neutral reader.

"What's the matter darling?" Hannibal asks from his home office.

"M, nothing!" You say quickly, hands twisting around each other.

Hannibal pushes his chair out and stands up, his wide form almost engulfing you as he steps closer.

"Talk to me darling" he murmurs, bringing his hand to tilt your chin to look at him. His hand lingers, stroking slowly down your face.

"It's work, we're short staffed" you say dejectedley.

"And next week, we haven't got enough staff to cover this huge event which means I'll be doing about six other people's jobs and it's too warm and so many people i need y-

"Shh, its okay" hannibal cuts you off.

Hannibal moves even closer, his big arms wrapping around you and pulling you into him.

"I should just give up, the thought is filling me with dread" you mumble into him.

Hannibal places his hands on your shoulders

"Do you need me to take your mind off of it?" He asks softly.

"yeah" you say.

He leads you to your shared bedroom.

"Sit down" he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed, stepping in between your legs, his towering form giving you a kind of comfort. As well as something else.

It made you tremble.

He wraps his arms around you once more, his hands link behind your head.

"Your incredible" he mutters as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"And amazing at your job" he whispers, licking a thick stripe along your neck.

You let out a small moan, and hannibal smirks slightly into your flesh.

"hanni" you whine, your hands around his waist, pulling him in.

"I got you" he says, his thick accent and his soft words making you throb.

You come undone on his tongue.

And then he unravels you with his cock. Stretching you out.

He stays on top of you when your done, his hand caressing your face gently, a lazy smile across his face.

His weight on top of you grounds you.

"You know while I don't understand why you can't or won't resign from this job, I'll support you through the bad days to come, and no matter whether you stay in the job or not, I'm here" he reassures you.

You smile up at him,

"Thankyou".

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[tarot-by-e11e]

Archetype

Hello elle, I'm Kathrine.

My tip to beat procrastination is to write all the chores down n segregate them into most important to least. Then further divide one chore into small processes so i can manage it whenever I can throughout the day/week. So it won't feel like a burden.

If i was a wild animal, I'd be a black panther (any type of big cat ig)

Excited to participate in your game ❤️ Thankyou ❤️

Hi Katherine,

Thank you so much for participating in my ARCHETYPE ask game.

I think I've read this before! It's like braindumping everything you want and need to do, then categorize the tasks based on importance! Ooooh, yes I did hear about making the tasks smaller, to make it less daunting!

You might have this cool unbothered vibe because you chose the black panther~

Oooooppss, wrong panther~ I meant this one~

So let’s get to your cards, shall we: XXVIII the Shadow, 4 of Wands, Sun

So the archetype you are encouraged to embody is the SHADOW.

I find it really fitting because you chose black panther as your animal~

So this archetype asks you to dive deep into your learning and accept the parts of you that society(and subconsciously, you) might deem unwelcomed and unlovable. I heard, "The Dark is the reason you desire the Light." which makes me feel like, you can just say you want to be all love and light without accepting that life has its dark moments too. I also heard, "Take off your rose-colored glasses and see people for who they are, not who they are capable of becoming".

So, instead of hating yourself for the things that you had to become in order to stay alive/your version of sane, try to see it as becoming the adult your younger self wished you had to protect you. Just remember, as we grow older, there will come moments when we have to do things, not because we want to, but because that option was the "lesser of the two evils".You were stuck between a rock and hard place. If there was any other option, you would have done that.

So forgive yourself for those moments when you wished you could have done things differently. You did what you could then, you deserve to feel safe to be you, to just simply exist. So, please be kinder to yourself. You've been through more than enough, way more than you let people know. Don't you think it's high time you be gentler with yourself? It doesn't mean you're slacking off, it just means, you deserve to enjoy living a slower, gentler way of life.

The actionable tasks you're encouraged to incorporate in your life are finding a likeminded community that accepts and supports you for who you are and how you want to live your life. Also, choosing your happiness, letting yourself be unapologetic in putting your needs, wants, and desires first.

This concludes the end of your reading.

Do let me know how this resonates.

Feel free to send me some love and support via my Buy me a Coffee Link here.

Always remember, this reading is for entertainment purposes only. What you do with this information is up to your free will. Take care always, okay?

[shoezuki]

its been long enough since i read doctor fic that since you updated i've been rereading the whole thing so i get the maximum emotional punch from the new chappie. i cannot get over how it felt when the guys were still in the shack together, and then i'm also thinking this has passed already. theyre already safe and out of it. but like, the mental image of them slowly freezing to death in each others arms kinda got to me ans i started tearing up while rereading sampo dragging geppie back to belobog.... fuck dude. they love each other so much and yet it's so difficult!! it had to be life or death to even admit to themselves they like each other!! I LOVE THIS FIC. FUCK

i've beeb holdin onto this ask n had ir in my drafts so i can stare at it n giggle while i weep im. EAughhg thankyou so much holyFUCK. like u Get It

i really really wanted the sampo section of the fic to be just. so desperate and perilous and im SO GLAD that the tone i wanted of it being intense n life or death comes across. uz fr frfr thats what it takes for em to come together!! it took near death to push em together and for sampo to fully realize how he feels because of who they are n the space between em. like its that peril that enabled em to care for one another in part 1 and in part 2 its peril again that keeps em (mostly gepard) from fully actualizing their realtionship beyond just the need for survival and safety eoaiahrnrtvrido

edit: i thought i answered this so long ago it was still in my drafts oh god

[devil-doll13]

1, 11, and 19 for Adam <3

5,9, and 10 for Zach <3

7,18, and 3 for Abby <3

I'm excited cause I picked random numbers for fun and can't wait to see what the questions and answers are! 🤣

T33thy! <3 Thankyou for all the asks let me see:

From This

Adam

1 - Not anymore, probably. When he had his revelation something changed in him, and urged him to accept it all; his human body does amazing things not limited by any definition of beauty. Before, though, and maybe in moments in between, it might’ve been his extensive scarring. It reminded him of who he used to be.

11 - It was a necessity growing up and when he was in the military to be able to deal with pain, but I wouldn’t say his threshold for it was particularly impressive or anything. Now, it’s doubtful how much it would bother him at all;

19 - The thin scar on his ribcage. During his army days one of his ribs was fractured so badly it was simply decided it would be much easier to just remove the rib in order to avoid further damage. Because he wears a lot of open shirts, it’s often visible, so it appears he feels comfortable enough with it now despite its grisly past.

Zach

5 - Acts of Service and Physical Touch. He’s a man of action, quite physically oriented and capable, so this isn’t a surprise. Obviously he’s quite dedicated to protecting you (if you need it) and keeping you safe, but also the little things like fixing you your preferred drink just the way you like it in the mornings, or just in general cooking for you bc we all know he’s great at it. Just going out of his way to make life a bit easier for you. When you also do things like make him his coffee in his favourite way or preparing things for him ahead of time to make his day simpler, his heart also melts for you a little bit <3

9 - Sometimes a little too good at it. It’s at least useful to have a good handle on it when he’s gathering intel; he basically treats these times like a little routine he does. Getting him into a more than surface level conversation can be difficult and frustrating if he isn’t in the mood for it.

10 - “You’re nothing like her.” Said to him by his dad, referring to his mom. Zach in a lot of ways almost had this legacy to live up to, since his father loved Isabel to the point where he found it painful to raise their child alone, which caused a lot of damage to their relationship unfortunately.

Abigail

3 - Jude. It’s kind of twisted that, despite the fact that Abigail literally died at her hands, Jude was still the closest thing to family she ever had. Maybe she had both a positive and negative effect on Abby; I mean, when I say Abigail barely knows how healthy relationships (of any kind) work, I mean it. It ended tragically, but I do think the momentary joy she felt at least meant something after a lifetime of feeling disconnected from humanity.

7 - Uh… Not well. I think Abby has some serious attachment issues, which could really get nasty if we’re considering the implications of her… Sorcery and such ahaha I mean… The grave can’t keep anyone down to her, I don’t think. Even if she only had their physical image to cling to. Don’t get me started on people who want to leave; I won’t get into it here, better save it for her alphabet or something.

18 - Yes. I honestly think she does, as a hangers-on from the more fantastical things she believed in as a child and teen. Probably more ‘Wuthering Heights’ style violent and dangerous attachment. Now, I’m not so sure, because she’s grown bitter and cynical. She probably wouldn’t believe there’s anyone meant in this world for her, at least.

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Yes yes discussion I love it yum yum yum tasty thankyou I am also only talking about HP, I haven't yet seen FB and the synopsis of CC was enough to make me immediately vomit on myself, die and then explode

I disagree with your idea of who Dumbledore was 'intended' to be. Ultimately I don't give a shit what the author intended - she can fuck off - but I don't think she likes characters that are selfless. She seems to view selflessness as self-harming at best... as a cruel thing to ever expect of someone. Makes some cool nuanced characters.

So who is he...? (like 2500 words idk im kinda drunk rn)

He is awkward, introverted, short-sighted by nature, struggles to keep a leash on his ego - and manipulates people over having 'real connections'... because feelings are scary. He is thoughtful and kind because he believes such things are worthwhile - not because selfless actions come naturally to him. Remus Lupin really be Albus 2: Electric Boogaloo. Love you Remus He isn't good at emotions. He understands them in theory but in practice he struggles. Even when it just comes to telling Minerva bad news: he makes jokes, avoids the topic, busying himself with his lollies until she works it out herself. She knows he is like this - every evasive comment she shoots him glares and asks more pointed questions until she leads herself to the answer.

He didn't really have friends. His siblings didn't like him, the first person he connected with was Gellert, yeesh... he still isn't the best at getting close to people. People LIKE him for his skills and achievements, but he doesn't open up to anyone... except Harry. Sometimes people can read that chapter in OotP as: 'Dumbledore is calm and cold as Harry has a mental breakdown' but... thats not really what happens...? He locks a grief-stricken, raging and destructive teenager in the room with him... and for the first time in the whole series afaik he puts his face in his hands: and lays his soul completely bare.

His thought processes. His emotions. His mistakes. His assumptions. His desires. His selfishness. Everything he would never tell anyone: "FUCK everyone else I just want YOU to be happy, because I have grown to love you more than I ever intended to. I see now that almost every choice I have made was an error, for I am a lovesick fool... and you should be furious with me for it." He talks in a way we have never seen him talk before... and he cries. He is giving Harry exactly what he desired all year: To be treated like an adult, like an equal. To trust him with the truth.

Even though that truth is... selfish, and ugly. Even though that truth is that Harry needs to be dangled on a string, used as bait. Even though that truth is that Albus isn't as strong as he has made himself out to be, mentally or emotionally... and the very fact he had ever tried to take control of everything is shameful and wrong.

This is a turning point in Dumbledores character: because he actually starts involving people more into his plans. He can't just lock everyone away safe and sound and shoulder everything himself... he has to talk to them, open up his mind to them, trust them, share the load and the responsibility. He has to stop acting like Tom and start actually trusting them. That's why the 'I'm not scared, Harry - you are here with me.' line in HBP is so sweet.

I don't think Albus was even intended to be seen as a 'selfless man that worked tirelessly for the good of others'. That's the image we are intended to have when Harry is young, but it is cracked in GoF and then shattered in OotP.

Tom Riddle step by step, for clarity

Albus is polite. - Tom is a little scared. Albus tries to comfort him with a smile and casual tone. - Tom doesn't trust him - demands the truth. Albus gives it to him - in gentle, friendly language. - Tom is terrified. Jumps up and backs away.

They have a back-and-forth: - Tom is sneering and interrupting and accusing. Albus is patient, soothing concerns as they are flung at him: 'I'm not from the asylum' 'Nobody will force you to do anything' 'Hogwarts is for special people' 'I know you are not mad' - Tom hears the word Magic. An explanation for his powers.

Albus gives him breathing room. He makes no demands. He allows the boy to calm, to have the information sink in. He allows Tom take control of the conversation.

- Tom is excited. He knew he was special. He could make things move, control animals, hurt people... now he knows why.

Albus frowns, concerned - but doesn't tell him any of that is wrong. He AGREES with him: He is special. He is vindicated. He isn't alone.

- Tom commands the conversation. Orders Albus around, interrupts him when he is trying to speak. "You're a wizard too? Prove it. Tell the truth."

Albus takes a little control of the conversation back: "Then you will address me as 'Professor' or 'Sir.'" It isn't an unreasonable demand. No more 'PROVE IT' and 'TELL THE TRUTH' - if he has agreed to come to Hogwarts then he is accepting that Albus is being sincere and that he isn't a doctor.

- Tom now politely asks to be shown some magic.

Tom has told him the dramatic and destructive things he can do. Albus does something dramatic and destructive, too. It shocks Tom, who almost attacks him for it. Albus makes no comment of that jump to violence - he simply takes it as a plea for him to stop (as he should) and stops immediately at his request.

- Tom is DELIGHTED. Licks his chops. Wants it for himself. What he isn't delighted by is being cleverly outed as a thief.

But Albus just tells him to return the objects - as thieving is not tolerated at Hogwarts... but that he isn't bad for it. He is not the first, nor the last, to let his magic run away with him. He doesn't dwell. He doesn't shame him further. He allows the topic to move on. More than that: he allows Tom to control the conversation again.

- Tom asks questions and Dumbledore answers. Albus allows money to be snatched from his hand without thanks. He allows himself to be interrupted and spoken over. When Tom demands to shop by himself, Albus agrees - After learning he has been a thief. After money is snatched from him. They have struck a deal of sorts: Tom calls him Sir - he answers his questions. Tom returns the toys and apologizes - and Albus will trust him, not be another adult that breathes down his neck. Tom has decided to trust him - and he decides to trust Tom back.

- Tom happily chats about his family, about things he likes and doesn't like, about his abilities - and Dumbledore engages with him. They end by shaking hands - without fear.

Dumbledore shows this little boy respect. He allows him freedom of expression and acceptance for things he has been told are bad - recognition for how special, independent and clever he is.

How Albus treats Tom

Dumbledore is told vague things about Tom before meeting him: He scares the other children, he is violent somehow - nobody would miss him. What is the first thing Albus says to such a boy...?

"How do you do, Tom?" said Dumbledore, walking forward and holding out his hand.

He uses his first name, like any adult to a child – but otherwise approaches Tom with the respect one would give an adult. He doesn't treat him like a baby, or like trouble, or with any apprehension at all. He shows this 'scary', 'naughty' boy nobody is kind to respect and warmth.

He sits next to his bed. He smiles. He speaks his plain truths and allows the boy to panic without judgement. He speaks patiently as the boy freaks out. He makes it clear there will be no forcing, that he is just a teacher. He tells Tom that he isn't mad - he is Magic. He lets Tom take in the new information in his own time, and lets him ask questions. Every time Tom orders Albus to tell the truth he does - without comment on his rudeness.

And such a little brat Tom is. Demanding, yelling, interrupting, snatching, violent (though understandably) doesn't say 'thank you' – and Albus doesn't scold a single moment of it. No snapping or hitting or stern voice, no threatening punishment or talking over him - he can see this little boy is distressed. Albus lets Tom have control over most of the conversation. He only asks for basic trust in return.

All of that is kind, and gentle, and compassionate. Far more than Tom would have EVER experienced. Tom doesn't find him frightening – he finds him exciting and intriguing.

He most authoritative Albus gets is insisting Tom does not steal. But he then shows enough trust in this little boy to allow him to go shopping all by himself. To not have adults breathing down his neck for once. It is important that he knows not to break Wizarding law - because Albus cannot protect him from the law - but that he isn't a monster for the things he has done, as he is not the first nor the last to let his magic run way with him. He, as Tom's new authority figure, has forgiven him of all his misdeeds up until this point.

He doesn't care to pick apart all of Toms supposed crimes because they don't matter anymore. What does it matter if Billy started it...?Tom is leaving this place behind.

...I honestly struggle to see a single moment of this scene where Dumbledore wasn't careful and compassionate.

He does establish rapport. He was patient with bad behaviour. He was calm with fearful behaviour. He startled Tom with the fire magic - but Tom loved it! It was a calculated risk, to impress and inspire: you can use strong, destructive magic... and not do harm. Not be 'bad'.

It wasn't used to scare him into obedience. Perhaps to startle him into listening about the importance of not stealing - but Tom goes back to excitable, stealing behaviour (snatching money from Albus' hand) and Albus makes no comment. He knows change will be slow. Tom can ACT how he likes without punishment around Albus.

The whole conversation ended with Tom being DELIGHTED. He was chatting about his theories, excited to go shopping all by himself, he was saying anything that jumped to mind - he could talk to snakes! Does that make him even more special?? Is that impressive?? He wasn't meek and polite and abashed. He wasn't cowering or appeasing. He was comfortable. Excited. Proud.

I'm not sure we're meant to read Tom as a creepy orphan. That isn't even how Harry reads him - and Harry is already biased! Harry had sympathy for him - as Harry often does. He's a good boy. It is a humanizing scene, so we can understand Voldemort the MAN more rather than Voldemort the monster. He was a little boy once, one that drank in his first moments of getting respect, who longed for some freedom.

Dumbledore says manyf things about the encounter afterwards. Picking at Toms words and mannerisms, assuming the worst... but Dumbledore is a man who spends his days drowning himself in memories and regrets.

He has been looking for signs, for mistakes, for things he can use... A theme within HBP: Picking apart the past with a fine toothed comb.

I would argue that Mrs Cole knowing Tom is scaring children but seems to act just fine to the adults, hard to catch, is relatively equivalent to saying "Tom is a cruel young man that hid it behind fake smiles, hurting orphans behind the caretakers backs" ...But that's neither here nor there.

Dumbledore got his own confirmation of Tom's appeasing behaviour and also his naughty ones... and didn't care. Didn't give a shit. He was intrigued and concerned by it, but was bringing Tom into a new world anyway. Albus walked in and was forgiving of everything he was and had been. He would be reborn from this ash and have the flames of his magic allowed to flourish.

I love the concept of Albus 'investigating' things, like he is Tintin - I'm not entirely sure what he is supposed to be investigating...? Regular 1930s muggle orphanage behaviour? Who is he reporting to...? Can Fawkes be Snowy/Milou? I don't think the orphanage was a NICE place... but Mrs Cole sounds decent for the time. She knows all of her children and she cares about their well-being. Shes a bitch for abandoning Tom in her heart, but shes a muggle woman with a drinking problem and a poor orphanage after a horrific war. Tom, and all the children, deserve better – but I doubt the other orphanage options were any good. If you brought the cops in they would look around, see a kid getting beaten for stealing an extra scone and say “...yep, looks aight to me.”

Harry Potter

I don't think there is a single book where Harry spends more than half his summer at the Dursleys. By the time July is ending he is elsewhere. He has to return for safety reasons - for both him AND the Dursleys. They are ALL protected by the magic, that is why Petunia took him in the first place - and why she couldn't kick him out in OotP despite REALLY wanting to. But Harry's longer stays are over the moment a dementor manages to find him. He only goes back as a formality. Book 6 Dumbledore himself takes him away after a couple of days - part of his character growth: to include Harry in as much as he can. Book 7 the Dursleys are being moved because the magic will wear off, so he stays for that.

That's not how being a godfather works. There isn't any legally binding godfather stuff that gives them automatic custody. It's just a christian thing to sound fancy. There is a case to be made that the godfather/mother is the intended parent, and Harry would probably go to him - but... he wouldn't go to him right after his parents were killed and Death Eaters were seeking his blood. Where does a baby go when they are found in a burning building surrounded by corpses? HOSPITAL and PROTECTION. Hagrid had his orders and I doubt they were orders the Potters disagreed with. After all: Sirius was a blood traitor. His life was in danger in the chaos and violence of Voldemort's disappearance.

Yeah you're right here, there wasn't HEAPS of reason for him being raised separate from magic other than Albus' paranoia and wish to keep himself as far away from the prophecy child as possible. he didn't want to lose him after growing to love him. He didn't want to love him at all... but god its hard not to love Harry.

It's actually kinda wild how Dumbledore, despite knowing firsthand from what happened to his sister, the potential harm that can come to magical children exposed to muggles who don't understand them, completely dismisses Tom almost immediately, doesn't really show any concern for his wellbeing, shows no alarm over the implications Riddle's immediate assumption that he is going to be forcibly taken off to an asylum, and doesn't bother to investigate his treatment at the orphanage beyond taking Mrs. Cole's word for everything. (Not to mention the situation he left Harry in.)

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Hiya! I hope you're well! Id love to request an eddie x femreader who are best friends with feelings with these three prompts please❤️ thankyou !

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

author's note: for my 1k celebration. this got a little long and i'm sorry for that. i wanted to keep it shorter but my mind wouldn't let me. i hope you enjoy!

cw: mostly sfw but 18+ to be safe, there's nothing other than a small mention toward reader's breast (nothing descriptive). just your cheesy love confession during a rainstorm/power outage, also lots of eddie being his lovely himbo/unaware self.

word count: 3.4k

Hawkins rarely floods—it had its fair share of horrible midwestern weather, but it’s never been this bad. Eddie’s peering over your shoulder, your mind battling between forcing yourself to drive home through the immense downpour or convince Eddie into letting you take the couch until the storm calmed—though the end seemed nowhere in sight. 

“Eddie—“ Your voice is distressing, worried, eyes glancing up toward him. The words are on the tip of your tongue, “Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?” But Eddie knows, he always knows.

“You’re not driving home,” Eddie says, not much room to budge against it, “don’t even suggest it.”

You nod dutifully. The last thing you needed was to get stranded on some winding road this late in the evening, knowing everyone else was probably tucked into bed.

Eddie reaches around to slip the door closed, flipping on the light to the living room area of the trailer, the lightbulb struggling to revive itself, flickering until it finally stills, the insistent buzzing like white noise to you now.

“We’re gonna have to start calling you Eddie The Chivalrous if you keep this up.” You joke, tugging at his arm playfully, scooting alongside him to sit on the couch. “Would it kill you to be an asshole every now and then?”

“That’s reserved exclusively for Henderson and his ragtag group of friends,” Eddie smacks the ceiling cover, the buzzing immediately dying out. “Someone’s gotta humble Dustin every now and then.”

“He means well.” You say fondly, remember how often Dustin offered to help others, regardless of what it meant for him. “You two bicker like brothers anyways.”

Eddie laughs knowingly, his relationship with Dustin having grown over the past several months—he really couldn’t imagine a life without that kid. 

“So, what? Are you asking me to be dick to you more often?” Eddie teases, flopping down into the cushion opposite you, feet propped up on the cluttered coffee table. “Because I can, I’d just hate to be on the receiving end of that—“

Your eyes narrow, vicious but sweet. He’d seen it enough times during Hellfire to know what it meant and he always steered clear. It was either Mike or Gareth pissing you off with their irrational decision making, which always ended in them agreeing with you in the long run. Those two were not built for survival, their brooding and boyish thinking constantly beating out the more sensible parts of their brain. 

“—see, that’s terrifying.” Eddie points out, hand motion in your direction.

“Someone’s gotta keep the hellions in check.” He knows your right, he can’t even argue that. “If not you, then me.”

“Hey,” Eddie’s hand shoots to his chest, “I do a great job, you’ve just got that effect that girls have.”

“That’s a little sexist, don’t you think?” You suggest wearily, watching Eddie’s face morph from confident to worried, smile lines disappearing in an instant.

“No, no—that’s not what I meant—“ Eddie clamors, fear turning into annoyance as he watches you curl around yourself in laughter, hand grabbing into his knee. “Oh, okay. I see what kind of night it’s going to be.”

“I’m kidding, Eddie.” He knows you’re being sincere, he does. But, he can’t help feeling the shot straight to his ego. In the years you’ve known Eddie, he’s more sensitive than he lets on. Though, maybe that was reserved for you. 

You couldn’t remember a time where Eddie had said anything hurtful toward you, in any way—aside from the time he called you stupid for tripping over him in third grade (Eddie, who was in fifth grade, and towering over half the kids already), it was the first and last time he’s ever spoke like that, because the moment he spotted your Def Leppard shirt that you had so coraguesly worn to school that day, despite the constant snickering from other girls, he was enamored by you. 

“I hate you.” It’s meant with no malice, his true feelings shown through the smile that stretches across his face.

Eddie struggled—a lot, dealing with the feelings he’s been harboring for years toward you. He’s dated and dated, even with your assistance, which felt horribly wrong, but nothing ever landed where he wanted. And Eddie had friends, he had plenty, but you were the only one that stuck. You knew the darkest parts of him, the happiest, the most embarrassing, Eddie didn’t have to force up whatever persona he felt like wearing around you—not to say that he wasn’t always unapologetically himself, but he did have some reservations.

“I hate you too.” You smile cheekily, pushing yourself from the couch. “Can I take a shower here? I hate going to sleep without showering—makes me feel gross.” Eddie nods jerkily, hand waving toward the direction of the tiny trailer bathroom. 

“Yeah, I’ll uh, give you some privacy.” He says, rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. “Need a smoke, anyways.”

“Okay,” You eye him skeptically, confused by his sudden aversion to you, “well, don’t drown out there.”

The sigh you let out when Eddie closes the door is long and drawn out. He must be disgusted by you, obviously—why else would he bolt out of the door so fast? You didn’t even know where to begin, where your love for Eddie transformed from something that was familial to not being able to calm that twitch in your heart anytime he spoke your name or smiled at you. It felt like betrayal against what you two had built, your strong unbreakable friendship—yet despite that, it would crumble if either of you acted on something more. Wouldn’t it? It was a dying war you've fought with yourself for months, trying to hint at him in the most subtle ways, but too ashamed to say it out loud. You wanted to scream it in his face, making it as blatantly obvious as possible, but that didn't seem rational.

The shower is hot, scolding, the sting assisting in keeping your mind off your racing thoughts. You fumbled for Eddie’s shampoo—he still uses the coconut one you told him about in ninth grade, a small reminder that he’s always valued your opinions and took them into consideration—that and he really likes the smell of it. 

You shower until the water runs cold, snatching the towel from its holder and wrapping it around your body. You dig through your bag, hoisting it up onto the bathroom sink. Okay—underwear, shorts, shirt—where the fuck was your shirt? You always packed a spare pair of clothes in your bag for school, depending on how late Hellfire ran and if you felt like changing into something more comfortable, but when have you ever forgotten a shirt? It was silly, trivial even. You could put on your shirt from earlier, but it was soaked on the floor—of course, those cheap fucking shower curtains. 

You pause, trying to redirect your frustrations toward something else. Weigh the odds—go out there shirtless and risk Eddie having an aneurysm or borrow one of his shirts? As much as you would enjoy seeing Eddie’s usual stone-face, cynicalness broken by the sight of your bare breasts—you were also freezing now and didn't feel like making yourself suffer any longer.

Eddie won’t mind. He won’t, you know that. You peek through the sliding door, still no Eddie in sight. Luckily, he has some of the best pickings you’ve ever seen, thousands upon thousands of graphic shirts, similar to your own, but specific to Eddie’s personality. 

You throw on a worn out Dio shirt, but Eddie would know that shirt anywhere—of course he would. You ignore that itching feeling, shoving the drawer to his dresser closed and inch your way toward the front door. He had to be done by now, unless he was in the mood to smoke out a whole pack. You reach for the handle, swinging the door open.

Eddie looked like a drenched, wet puppy—mouth downturned, hair sopping wet and dripping down his shoulders, the jeans rolled up around his ankles somehow more soaked than anywhere else, his bare feet covered in specks of mud and grass.

“I dropped my pack,” He frowns, “I tried running to my van to grab my spare and slipped.”

You cover your mouth, forcing yourself to hide the smile that crept up. This was not the time to poke fun, absolutely not. But, that’s squashed when Eddie can’t take himself seriously either, watching the way your eyes squint behind your covered expression. He snorts, shoving the wet hair out of his face.

He strips down at the door, sans his underwear, sparing with the last piece of dignity he had left. You force him to shower first, arguing with him that you could grab his clothes—“It really isn’t a big deal, Eddie. It’s not like I haven’t seen your underwear before.” Not that Eddie had any kept secrets hidden in there, aside from his small stash of top-grade weed that he selfishly had tucked away in the back of his top drawer, labeled ‘DO NOT TOUCH’. You didn’t smoke often anyways—so you never mentioned it or Eddie's horrible choice of hiding spots.

You pile his clothes into your open palm, reaching your arm inside the bathroom door to set them on the edge of the sink, the steam from the shower billowing out the door. There’s a distinct zap sound, like a transformer sparking up outside, before the entire trailer goes black, leaving you both standing in darkness.

“Fuck me,” Eddie groans, hands slapping against tile from behind the curtain, “this shit never ends.”

“Hey, it’s fine.” You assure him, glancing around his room. “Do you have candles or anything?”

Wayne, bless his heart, was more a worrier than he let on. He was also always prepared for any situation—more importantly, a power outage. “Yeah, under the sink.”

You hurry around the corner, digging under the sink for the necessary items—candles, matches, a very old and worn out flashlight. You flick the button a few times, wondering if it even works. It doesn’t. You toss it back under the sink, gathering the candles in your arm and placing them around the house; the living room, the hallway nook that stowed a lot of random knickknacks that Eddie and his uncle have collected over the years, and one on the windowsill in Eddie’s room. It wasn’t much help, but it was something.

“Sorry about this,” Eddie speaks from behind you, towel drying his hair as he makes his way toward you, “this place is a shithole.”

You turn slowly, amused at how wildly he’s rubbing the towel against his damp head, before tossing it onto the growing pile of dirty laundry in the corner of his room. “Not a shithole, Eddie. It never has been.”

Eddie huffs softly, collapsing on the end of his bed. He’s staring, watching thoughtfully, eyes dragging over you. It wasn’t odd behavior for him, Eddie often couldn’t be bothered to fill the silence and would rather stay quiet—and right now, you couldn’t be bothered either. 

“Wait,” Eddie says, finger pointed at your chest lazily, his frame leaned back against his mattress, held up by his elbows that dug into the material, “are you wearing my shirt?”

“Oh,” You squeak out, glancing down at the shirt, “yeah, I forgot one and my shirt from earlier was soaked—I’m sorry, I should’ve asked.”

Eddie shakes his head, scooting aside to make room for you as you sit beside him, flicking his damp bangs away from his forehead, most of his hair already sufficiently dried. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you shrug, left knee brought to your chest as the other hangs off the edge of his bed, foot planted against his shag carpet, “probably should’ve asked.”

“Looks good on you,” He comments offhandedly and it really shouldn’t make the pit in your stomach clench the way it does, watching his eyes scan you again—those beautiful omniscient eyes doing nothing to snuff how painfully your heart tugged at the thought of him. “Keep it.”

You gasp softly, hand clutched over your heart, “Come on, this one is your favorite—you don’t mean that.” Eddie never shut up about his love for Dio, it was pretty adorable.

“I do.” He smiles softly, fingers running over the fabric of your sleeve.

Selfishly, he liked the idea of you wearing his clothes. It wasn’t the idea of you wearing his clothes specifically, but the idea that he knows how much you cherish them. It was the one way he expressed himself to others, through his style and the way he presented to people. 

You can’t deny how different it feels now, being around Eddie. Sleepovers were normal for a while—your parents loved him, Wayne loved you, it was easy. You’d spend endless nights listening to music or helping Eddie work through a campaign, sometimes having the rest of the club over for impromptu game sessions or normal hangouts, or watching Eddie fiddle with his guitar, practicing his songs on you before he’d jam out at The Hideout the next night.

“Eddie,” Your voice is timid, fingers playing with the bracelet around your wrist, something small that Eddie had given to all of Hellfire as a gift—the giant sap he was, “can I ask you something?”

Eddie leans forward, suddenly tense, like there’s some impending doom that’s creeping up on him. “Yeah.” You could talk to him, you always could. This wasn’t different.

It was okay.

Just ask him. Just say it. 

“Why do you treat me so differently?” Eddie visibly shifts, watching as your legs curl underneath you, hands planted in your lap.

“Come on—“ Eddie laughs awkwardly, motioning toward you, “you’re you—is that not obvious?”

“I don’t scare you, Eddie. Don’t try that bullshit.” You look down, picking at the week old nail polish on your thumb, “I just—I need to know.”

With graduation rearing its ugly head, you weren’t sure how much time you had left with him. Eddie was bound to graduate, he was—you’d made sure of it. He’d been stuck to your side all year, allowing you to help guide him through his classes, take shit seriously—give himself the chance he deserved. It wasn’t that Eddie couldn’t do the work; he wasn’t dumb or naïve, it was the idea that he didn’t think he could, stuck in the never-ending cycle of having to drag himself up that mountain for the past three years. 

Eddie’s silent for too long, eyes glancing to every item in the room that wasn’t you. It wasn’t even worth waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come, he’d never be able to understand how you felt or how things changed—or when, or how intensely you cared about him, beyond the threshold of friends. 

“Nevermind,” You sigh, standing from the bed, “forget I asked—“ 

Eddie’s hand dwarfs your wrist, the way his fingers wrap around the skin. It’s not rough or demanding, but he doesn’t let you go. 

“Do you not see it?” Eddie asked, voice soft, unnatural. You’ve never heard him speak that way, like he was broken down and exhausted. “Don't you know what you’re doing to me?”

The hand that isn’t prisoner in his grip wraps around his own wrist, pulling his attention toward your face. There’s a vulnerability when your eyes connect. You’ve seen it before, but not like this. 

Was this all it took? Was this all you needed to do? Had he really been that scared to say something without you taking that first step? 

“That’s why I’m asking, Eddie.” He can barely hear you over the pounding rain on the roof of the trailer, you step closer, in between his parted legs, kneeling until you’re eye level with him. He can’t hide from you now and you’re not sure he wants to. “It wasn’t always like this. You get quiet around me all the time, make weird excuses about having to leave. You can talk to me, you know—I’ve known you for half of my life, I think that counts for something.”

“I don’t want to ruin this.” He’s got his hands clasped between you both, grip tightening as he speaks. You can’t tell if he’s trying to hurt or ground himself, using pain as leverage. You gently pry his hands apart, twisting them into your own.

You’ve held hands before, it’s a familiar feeling. He’s got a warm touch and rough, calloused fingertips, small cuts on his hands from how often he worked with them. Eddie even let you paint them sometimes, his pinky fingers still left with the remnants of some cheap black nail polish you used. 

“This? Our friendship?” You asked, feeling where he was headed—knowing he thought this was going nowhere and you were going to bolt any second. “Eddie, I’ve been in love with you for two years now.”

Eddie can’t find the words to speak, so he listens. 

“It’s probably been longer—and maybe I always have been, even when you were that annoying middle schooler who ran around scaring people for fun and picking on me because I started to like Abba and you thought it was the ‘ultimate betrayal’.” You mock his voice, pulling a quiet laugh from him. 

Eddie wasn’t always as open with his feelings as you were, not that you cared. But, it would’ve made things a hell of a lot easier if he had told you this from the start, when things started to change. It would’ve ended all the running in circles, tiptoeing around certain things to avoid making each other uncomfortable, you would’ve had more time. 

“I’m an idiot.” He shakes his head, pulling his hand away from you to rub his palm into his eye. “I think I knew—I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Believe what? That I liked you?” You ask, disbelief evident in your voice. “You’re shitting me, Eddie.”

He shrugs. He fucking shrugs. 

“All the times I tried holding your hand? All the times I invited you to sleep over, knowing there was only one bed? How many times have I sat on your lap during lunch in front of the boys?” It all seemed trivial, in hindsight.

“I thought you were just doing that to fuck with me.” Eddie says, “It wasn’t that out of character—you always ask to cuddle with me when we watch movies or listen to music—“

Your eyes narrow, hoping he would catch on to the words that were coming out of his mouth. It was obvious, so blatantly obvious. And he does, thank god.

“Oh,” Eddie says softly, but then, “Oh—why didn’t you say something then?”

“Aren’t I asking you the same thing?” 

Eddie chuckles, muffled by the way his hands rub over his face, eventually letting his head hang in his hands. Eddie was the human embodiment of doubt and procrastination. He had been, for years. Fortunately, you knew exactly how to counter that.

“Look, I’m gonna save us both a lot of grief and kiss you.” You tell him, hands curling around his face, pulling his own hands away. “You can decide whether you hate me or not after.”

And Eddie, he doesn’t give you the chance. It’s the first time he’s ever done something for himself, that he wanted, that he needed—and he does it without hesitation, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you toward him before you can even comprehend what’s happening. 

You grunt softly, falling into his chest. You never thought his lips would be this soft—but they taste exactly like you expect; cigarettes and fresh mint, like the toothpaste he kept in his bathroom cabinet. It’s him, it’s all him—aside from the artificial cinnamon scent from the candles scattered around the house, providing you with light to see his face.

When he pulls back, he’s staring right at you, eyes desperately searching for your own, wondering if he’d been too crass.

“Dude, you’re always stealing my thunder.” You laugh, shoving his face away playfully.

“You’re welcome.” He smirks, eyebrow quirking up in amusement as he pulls you back toward him, hand slipping behind your back to nudge you into his lap and off that dingy carpet of his bedroom floor. Eddie doesn’t waste another second telling you exactly how he feels.

[vigilvntes]

Don't You Wanna Kiss Me? - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: After a night at the bar, you find the courage to kiss Adrian.

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption.

A/N: heyy this one is short, sweet and fluffy. i just wanted to say thankyou so much for 1.8k and for the response to my other adrian fics. enjoy!!

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You stumbled up the steps to your small apartment, clutching on to Adrian's arm for support. Quiet laughter came from the both of you as you lost your footing every so often, somehow managing to catch one another before you fell.

It was supposed to be a quiet night at the bar. A few drinks and then home. Adrian had volunteered to drive before you had even arrived at the bar, but after some encouragement from you and the team that idea was soon thrown out of the window.

Your apartment wasn't far from the bar, so when closing time came around you had practically begged Adrian to not walk home alone and to crash in your room for the night.

It wasnt exactly hard to get Adrian to agree to that proposal. He wouldn't admit it, though he was sure the team knew, but you had him wrapped around your pinky finger.

Wherever you strayed, he followed. When you were out on missions, although he knew you were capable and didn't need his help, he made an effort to stick close to you. Just in case.

Evidently, his efforts to keep you safe didn't end there, as he caught you just before you could drunkenly fall down the stairs. Again.

"M'sorry... I've had too much." You slurred, resting your head against his shoulder as you allowed him to pull you up the last few steps, a strong arm wrapped firmly around your waist.

When you reached the top step, his grip on your waist loosened, but you kept your fingers curled around his arm, keeping him close to you. He was so warm, and so lovely, as he always was.

You found it endearing, the way he was always looking out for you. Sober or not sober, whether you needed him to or not. You couldn't deny the massive crush you had developed for him in the months you had been working together, and you were sure he felt the same way. The only thing that seemed to stand in your way was the fact that neither of you were confident enough to voice those feelings.

The two of you came to a stop in front of your door (Adrian having been there before when he was asked to drop off a file) and you left his arms, opting to lean against the wall for support.

"Hey, do you... have your key?" He asked, slightly slurred.

"Pocket." You answered simply, leaning your head back against the wall and gazing at Adrian through your lashes.

"Okay...," He replied, taking a step towards you, closing some of the distance.

Before he could reach into your pocket, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body towards yours, causing him to stumble slightly, pressing your bodies impossibly closer.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment as you observed his features. Eyebrows knitted together in confusion, lips slightly agape as he stared down at you. His cheeks had flushed a dark pink, and that only spurred you on.

"I think you should kiss me." You eventually breathed out. Your fingertips danced lightly on the back of his neck as one of your hands slid up into his hair.

After a moment of hesitation, he leaned down to your height. You prepared yourself for the moment your lips would finally meet his, but instead you were met with a wet smooch on the nose.

"What was that?" You asked, slightly confused but you couldn't stop the giggle from escaping your lips.

He shrugged, glancing away from you for a moment, "You... You said I should kiss you, so..." He trailed off.

"Yeah. I said you should kiss me. But I meant more like... you should kiss me on the lips, y'know?"

"Oh." He replied, his eyes widening in shock.

"Oh? Don't you wanna kiss me?" You asked, slight hurt in your voice. You hadn't prepared yourself for the possibility that Adrian didn't like you in that way.

"No! I mean, yes! Fuck." He groaned. "I do wanna kiss you, I just wasn't sure whether I was reading the situation right. I mean, it would have been pretty embarrassing for me if you asked me to kiss you, and I kissed you on the lips when all you really wanted was a kiss on the nose, right?"

"Right." You replied slowly, chewing on your bottom lip to suppress a grin. You knew that you shouldn't have jumped to that conclusion so quickly. Adrian had told you before that he didn't feel emotions like other people, and sometimes that lead to him misunderstanding certain situations.

"So... You do wanna kiss me?"

Adrian nodded, "Fuck yeah. I wanna kiss you."

"Then fucking kiss me."

He wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, bringing his hands to your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze.

His lips were rough compared to your own, yet the kiss was so soft, gentle and full of adoration. Just like you had imagined it to be.

You decided then that the months you had waited for the right time to make a move on him had been worth it.

You pulled away first, albeit reluctantly. You couldn't help but giggle when you realised his face was pinker than before, and his eyes had glazed over.

"Was that okay?" You asked quietly.

"Fuck. That was more than okay." He breathed out.

[mj-iza-writer]

SP Special Containment part 7.

If you are new to this story or need an update please use the hashtag SP Special Containment. I can't believe how many parts have come from this. -MJ

A few days passed.

Aramais paced the floor of his room.

"Come on Andy", he sighed impatiently, 'what did the freaken Director want now', he made himself sick thinking.

Finally the door buzzed and Andy came in with the chair.

"Took you long enough", Aramais sighed.

"Sorry, we were watching the smackdown you three did", Andy locked the chair into place and watched as Aramais sat down, "it's the best thing I've watched in a while."

"Great, glad it was entertaining", Aramais sighed as he watched the straps get tightened.

Andy grabbed the slippers and water bottle, "do you want these?"

Aramais nodded.

"Two things I can always rely on, your feet are always cold, and you like your water bottle", Andy put the slippers on Aramais, and tucked the water into their lab jacket.

"I like the slippers, I've never had slippers before. It was either combat boots or bare feet", Aramais grinned, "they make great weapons as well."

"I know", Andy sighed sarcastically as they pushed the wheel chair out.

"Are we going to a different area?", Aramais looked down the hall they had fought in.

"Yes, we are going to the Director's office", Andy stopped the chair by the elevator.

Aramais looked at the elevator doors, "is there a different way to get to the office? I'm not a big fan of elevators, and I know my survival mode will be triggered."

"Yes of course", Andy rushed to push Aramais away from the elevator.

They started down a hall, "thankyou for letting me know. It's just a bit more of a walk, but I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing more of the organization."

"I was fairly certain you didn't want to be alone with me while I did that", Aramais grinned.

"Is there any reason why you don't like elevators? Did they do something to you during your training?", Andy questioned, "I hope you don't mind me asking."

"I'm not a fan of confined spaces. They would lock me into tight areas to try to desensitize me, but that training only made me worse", Aramais frowned as they thought back, "that's why I never got moved up to trainer because I had a weakness."

"That makes me wonder if your room is okay. Is it to small for you?", Andy worried.

"At first, yes, but when I started feeling safe here, it became more comfortable for me", Aramais looked around some of the halls, "elevators are definitely a no for me though."

"Noted, I'll make sure that it's documented in your notes that you don't go into elevators or tight areas", Andy turned down the final hall.

"You're late", the Director stood outside of his office.

"Sorry, I got him late. We were also learning something new, he doesn't like elevators or tight spaces, and it could put him in survival mode", Andy pushed Aramais past the Director and into the office.

Caretaker and McGee were waiting.

"Oh is there a party?", Aramais joked.

"No", the Director sighed, "but I'm sure Caretaker has cookies somewhere on his person."

"Nope, Whumpee took them", Caretaker grinned.

"Is Whumpee okay?", Aramais looked at Caretaker, "and Jaimie?"

"Whumpee is still a little weak, that took a lot of energy out of them. They are also more timid again, but we're working them out of it", Caretaker smiled, "I overheard that about the elevator, that's quite interesting."

Aramais nodded, "my one weakness they couldn't break", he looked at Mcgee.

"Jaimie is fine, we are working on a plan to get her more exercise. Shockingly, she quite enjoyed getting some action the other day", Mcgee grinned.

"That sounds like her, she was always more active", Aramais sighed, then looked at the Director, "so what am I here for?"

We wanted to get your thoughts on something", the Director sat at his desk, "something to do with the three of you, and if it works, it may help the other holding facilities that have human weapons."

"Okay", Aramais listened.

"One big issue that we've found is none of you enjoy showering. At first it was fine, but your health is being impacted by the lack of hygiene", the Director explained, "from what Whumpee has explained, water was used as a punishment, now none of you want to get anywhere near the showers."

"Yes I hated when my trainers took me into the showers to clean me off. I always told myself I wouldn't do that to someone if I became a trainer", Aramais sighed as he remembered more, "it was harsh."

"Several injuries have been reported from attempts to bathe the human weapons. Plus Whumpee went into survival mode when they got to close", the Director looked down at some papers, "do you have any thoughts on how we could get around this. We hoped to figure it out, and maybe help the other facilities if we could."

Andy sighed, "we hoped we may use your rank to our advantage. You almost seem like a leader for Jaimie and Whumpee. If you could help us in any way it would be beneficial."

"We also realized that keeping you three separated may not have been a good idea. We did that because we weren't sure how you three would be together", Caretaker leaned up, "we think maybe it would be beneficial for you three to be together more."

"I wouldn't rely on that, for the other sights at least. Yes, Jaimie, Whumpee, and I get along well, but there are some of us who can't stand each other and will fight it out", Aramais grinned, "I don't know how much help I will be, but I can try. On one condition."

"What are you thinking?", the Director frowned.

"Is Mitch still here?"

"He is, but you are not allowed to be near him", the Director sighed.

"I won't do anything, I just want to pay an old friend a visit before they get killed or whatever gets done with them", Aramais grinned, "poke a little fun, thank him for throwing me against the wall."

"I can't okay that, I'm sorry", the Director sighed.

"I guess you get to keep smelling us human weapons then", Aramais leaned back against the chair, "I'm not helping."

"Even if it's to help Jaimie and Whumpee", Caretaker frowned.

"I never offered to help. This was something you all planned and threw at me. It will take work and discomfort for me so I can help them", Aramais glared, "I am happy to help them, but I deserve to have some fun along the way."

A collective sigh was heard in the room.

Aramais grinned, "like I said, I won't hurt Mitch, at least not physically. I want to talk to him. I will help if that wish is granted."

They all looked at the Director who gave a displeased expression.

"You're a real piece of work you know that", the Director finally sighed.

"Funny, my trainer said the same thing", Aramais grinned, "have we got a deal?"

"You get five minutes. Two guards go in the room with you. If you do anything, you get two tranquilizers", the Director frowned, "no physical harm. You go right back into your wheelchair after. Am I clear?"

"Crystal clear, I accept your rules", Aramais grinned, "I'll help with Jaimie and Whumpee the best I can. Can I get a few days to think of the best approach for this?"

"I can't believe you agreed to that proposal", Mcgee looked at the Director then at Aramais.

"Trust me, I didn't want to, but I'm desperate", the Director rubbed their temples, "the things I have okayed for the human weapons unit these last few weeks.... I'm not proud of it."

Aramais was pushed to the door of Mitch's holding cell.

Two guards stood on either side of Aramais while the straps were undone.

Quickly the guards grabbed Aramais and lifted him, then they were buzzed into the room.

Mitch sat strapped to a wheelchair. Moving was completely restricted. Even his head was fully strapped in.

"You're a sight for sore eyes", Aramais grinned as the guards released their grip.

"Great, here to gloat?", Mitch side eyed until Aramais stood in front of him.

"I considered it, but no. Only a few weeks ago, I sat in a holding cell like this, just like you are right now. I was considered dangerous, and many people were scared to come near me. I was scared, I didn't know what was happening, but I kept a straight face, just like I was trained", Aramais leaned against the wall, "I'm sure I know how you're feeling right now, you don't have to keep that tough exterior with me."

Mitch rolled his eyes, "and."

"I was given a chance, I was told if I could behave I could earn things like rewards. I was given a caregiver who was patient with me and respected me", Aramais continued, "maybe you could try to get this..."

"Don't even. You're a traitor. All of you are traitors to our trainers who gave us a reason to live", Mitch argued.

"Mitch", Aramais sighed.

"I wanted Whumpee to be a perfect weapon. I did everything my trainer did to me, I wanted to make sure they were ready for anything a battle could throw at them, like I am. I know my methods seemed brutal, but I survived my trainers, I figured Whumpee would too. I did it so they wouldn't die in battle."

"I'm sorry you had trainers like that", Aramais sighed, "but what the facility did to us wasn't humane."

"I will die for that facility, I will be loyal until the end", Mitch yelled.

The guards jumped and aimed their guns at Mitch.

"He's fine", Aramais looked at the guards, "he's completely restrained, and if he does break free, I'll take him."

"Aramais you have two minutes", the Director came over the radio.

Aramais sighed, "okay."

"If you came in here to turn me to your side you're wasting your time", Mitch studied Aramais.

"There are no sides. We are a danger to this world, and we need to be kept from it. The people here take care of us and help us", Aramais chuckled, "my caregiver didn't even get mad at me when I threw a slipper at his head."

Aramais noticed Mitch's lips and reached for a water jug that was left on the table.

"Here your lips are cracking, you must be parched", Aramais lifted the cup, "Andy can I get more water please, it's empty."

Andy turned quickly then realized they weren't in Aramais's monitor room where everything was ready.

"Just a second Aramais, I need to get some water they aren't stocked like I am", Andy talked into the radio.

"I'll get the water", Caretaker turned, "there's a vending machine down the hall."

"Makes me wonder why it's not stocked already", the Director looked at the guards, "and why he is parched to the point his lips are noticeably chapped. We better be doing our jobs and caring for him. Regardless of who he is, we are required to give adequate care to him."

"I'll take care of him until he is removed from the facility", Andy stated, "I'm sure Aramais won't mind sharing me for a few days."

Caretaker came back with the water bottle.

"I'll take it in, Aramais is mine", Andy took the water, "thankyou."

Andy went to the door and was buzzed in.

"This is my caregiver Andy", Aramais handed the water bottle over.

The guards started to approach Aramais, "five minutes is up."

"I'd be happier if Aramais stayed in here with me", Andy poured the water into the jug.

"That's fine", the Director came over the radio, "do to the circumstances I will permit the human weapon to stay with Andy."

The guards stepped back.

"I will be your caregiver as well until you are transferred", Andy looked at Mitch, "the guards don't seem to be doing that great a job with you."

"Hmph", Mitch grunted, "you can say that again."

Aramais watched as Andy held the water for Mitch to drink.

"It's amazing, you are so close to two dangerous highly trained human weapons, yet you don't shake", Mitch grunted, "quite brave."

"I know I've earned Aramais's respect, I know he will protect me just like he did the other day", Andy smiled at Aramais, "I'm not scared of you either."

Andy looked closer at Mitch's head, "Whumpee did a number on you I see."

"I'm well aware", Mitch sighed.

"For right now I'll be taking care of you", Andy repeated, "do you have any request that you'd like?"

"I'd like to be free so I could kill everyone", Mitch laughed.

"I was actually leaning more towards snacks, anything you might like to eat", Andy frowned, "I'm not undoing your restraints, that I can promise you."

The Director followed Andy and Aramais to Aramais's room.

"You do realize he can't stay here, not with Whumpee here", the Director sighed as they talked, "I know you were trying to save him, and he may get a chance still, but it won't be here. Our unit is still small, and I don't have any caregivers that could handle him. I respect you for trying to save him though."

"I was honestly going to poke fun at him, you know, but when I saw him there. I remembered how I felt being restrained like that when I first got here", Aramais looked down some of the halls, "it was scary, and I didn't know what to expect. Do you know what will happen to him?"

"I actually do not", the Director frowned, "I have no idea what they did to the others. I do know everyone who came out was examined and sent to a holding sight if they were considered safe enough. You were questionable when you first came here, which is why you were restrained for so long, I didn't have anyone brave enough to help you. Thankfully Andy stepped up, and I'm thankful you also stepped up to help me with Mitch", the Director looked at Andy, "let's have Cass help you, I want two caregivers present when dealing with Mitch and a guard to stay in the room as well. No restraints are to be removed. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir", Andy nodded.

"As promised, I will help with Whumpee and Jaimie", Aramais smiled, "can I have a few days to plan."

"Yes, I will offer whatever you need as well for this", the Director nodded, "I know you have your own traumas to deal with, so don't push yourself."

P.s thankyou so much for reading my story. I was wondering, if you've been following this story, do you have a favorite character yet? -Mj

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots

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[gemstone-roses]

Carry your heart into my arms

Eddie munson x gn reader

Summary: you, for reasons, can't help but say sorry all the time, eddie has finally had enough of you thinking your an inconvenience. Hurt/comfort. 18+ only thanku.

Eddie munson requests are open!

you can pry my naming fics after song lyrics out of my cold dead hands 😌

Big big Big massive huge thankyou to @ghosttownwherenoonegoes for helping me out with Eddie's reaction!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Warnings: allusions to trauma responses, anxiety.

A:N- self indulgent? Don't know them sorry😌 pls be kind 🥺 this is very personal and I wasn't sure about posting this so thankyou eri for helping me out.

Crash

"Oh crap y/n im-

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, here let me get that for you" you smile nervously, biting your lip so you don't cry whilst bending down to pick up the books that came tumbling down

"hey" Eddie's voice comes out soft, his eyebrows knitted together in concern

"sorry eddie" you hand him his books back and he wraps his arms around them bringing them into his chest.

"what?" You ask softly, he's staring at you with a look, not an angry one of course but a look.

"I walked into you" eddie states and you fiddle with the chain around your neck.

"sorry for being in your way eds" your fingers still worrying the chain around your neck.

And Eddie is floored. because how could someone as sweet as you, feel as if they have to apologise for everything. Eddie is your best friend and Eddie is observant. Eddie notices how you say sorry when you ask him to move when he's in the way of something in your own trailer.

Eddie notices at 2am when your both sitting outside, smoking, looking at the stars.

"Sorry, I should go, I've taken enough of your time"

As if you could ever, ever be wasting his time, as if eddie didn't wait for those nights, sometimes the time he spent with you being the only thing to make his day.

Eddie's heart aches when he realises.

"you ready to go"? He asks

"Yeah" you smiled

"excellent, after you darlin", he bows slightly making you giggle

eddie is slightly quieter than usual on the way back to his trailer.

His usual bouncy walk was absent and he twirled his rings around his fingers, something he did when he had something on his mind.

You both step forward into the trailer at the same time

"Oh shit, sorry!"

Eddie gives you that look again, and you can't quite read him.

"Come on" eddie smiles, but it's a reserved one.

Grabbing your usual spot on the couch, you wait for eddie to grab his smoking stuff and put some music on and sit down.

Eddie usually sings along whilst he's rolling but tonight there's barely a hum.

"Eddie, what's wrong, what is it?"

He gives you that look again and you can't help it

"eds, sorry i-

"that!!!, stop that"-

"im sorr-

And Eddie groans, before grabbing your face with both hands and pulling you into him

"stop saying sorry! Stop apologizing for existing! Stop saying sorry for taking up space, your not in the way, your no bother, your okay. Your safe here, there's no need to apologise okay?" Eddie grabs your face and tilts your chin so your looking at him, his face so full of sincerity and care.

"okay eds, I'll try, for you" you whisper

"Hey" he swipes his thumb over your cheek

"Your safe here, you know that?" Eddie comforts.

"Yeah"

"Good" he smiles

"gooooood" he draws out, moving his hands down to your waist, squeezing slightly, making you laugh.

"Eddie!"

"That's me" he winked.

"Thankyou" you say

"Of course" his fingers move back to your cheek

"Your always safe with me".

[bangtaninborderland]

Risk It All (19)- feeble freedom.

Genre: Chishiya x f reader.

Warning: death & violence

An: I’m sorry for not updating yall, I was really struggling with a lot of things personally. I was so lost in what I wanted to write or where I wanted to take this story, it was getting depressing writing about an emotionless character when I have so many of my own overwhelming me. I guess it also grew hard because I had no one interacting with RIA, I always asked for feedback or such but rarely ever got it. It felt like people were demanding chapters but not even giving me much of a reason to write? Anywho im going to try and update more I will be more active on tumblr from now so please please message me or comment whatever you like! I hope you have all stayed healthy and safe in the time I have been gone! ❤️ Im thinking to start a taglist for this so if you’d like me to add you please pop me a message or a comment and I will! Thankyou all!

Ch.18 | Masterlist | ch.20

The sky had gone from a light grey to a dark black, the stars illuminating the sky above you. You didn’t realise you had become lost in them until Chishiya cleared his throat, your attention returning to the one sided conversation that you had been trying to have for the past two hours.

“You know we could stop if you aren’t strong enough. It’s not like I didn’t expect you’d need breaks.” Despite his words Chishiyas voice is filled with concern rather than annoyance.

You smiled to yourself at his unusual worry. “I’m fine but will it be much longer? I’m running out of water.” You sigh holding up the almost empty water bottle.

You wasn’t surprised when Chishiya grumbled underneath his breath, his patience already growing thin. His hands brushed upon your shoulders as he turned your body towards a large building.

“You see the building?“ he mumbles, his breath grows hot on your neck.

“Y-yes.” You stutter, your nerves becoming more dominant.

“It’s near there. You can have my water I am not thirsty.” He holds the bottle against your back forcing you to turn and face him.

Your hands shook lightly as you took the clear plastic into your grasp, Chishiyas fingers lingering mere centimetres away. You didn’t look up but you could feel his gaze on you.

The closeness didn’t last more then a second before he was pulling away, resuming his walk towards the distant building. You stood frozen for a moment before scurrying to catch up with him, your mind still cloudy at the close encounter.

“Slow down” you lightly shout, earning a disapproving glare from him.

“Hurry up” he mumbles back, his feet coming to a halt as you join his side, your arm once again brushing against his.

The walk once again grew quiet as you reached the building Chishiya had pointed out to you, it had appeared much further away than it was and for that you was relieved after all the stress and moving from the beach you wasn’t sure how much more physical activity your body could take in one day.

You stood back as Chishiya led the way, slipping down a small walkway at the side of the building. You followed behind him carefully, giving him enough room to lead you both in the direction of wherever you would be staying.

You couldn’t see much through the overgrown vines against the walls and the complete darkness of the city didn’t help. You could barely see when Chishiya held his hand up to you, signalling for you to stop, which you did. Hanging back whilst he walked ahead. You remained alert whilst he disappeared out of sight. Tokyo was safe but this is still the borderlands.

It didn’t take long before he returned. “It’s this way.” He nodded his head in the direction behind him as he extended his hand. You looked at him blankly for a moment before extending yours in return as he led you around a few more dark corners.

You was shocked when you first see the small cabin style house, you wasn’t even sure these kinds of places existed anymore, especially in a city such as this. It was truly beautiful, you was in awe by the sight that you didn’t realise Chishiya had pulled away from you. You wasn’t much bothered, your focus remained on the small house. Dim lights wrapped around it, allowing for you to see the overgrown flower garden at the front of the house.

A small smile pulled at your cheeks, memories flashing through your mind of the times you and your sister would pick flowers together on the way home from school. You would describe them to her, their colours, their shape and she would ask a thousand questions but you would be ever once get angry. You hadn’t realised you had begun crying until a small drop of water landed on your hand, you effortlessly brushed away the tears, after all these years you had grown somewhat good at holding back your emotions and right now definitely wasn’t the time to be sentimental.

“Im going inside.” Chishiya waved as he opened the door.

You nodded at him as you walked to join him, your pace faster than normal, although the lights made it clear you was never a fan of the dark.

Your shock grew as you was met with a warm feeling as you slipped your shoes off at the door.

“There’s heat?” You asked Chishiya, unbelieving that you had such a luxury anywhere but the beach.

He nodded towards you as he shuffled further into the house. “Heat and hot water.”

You followed behind him, not to sure where you should go. “How?” You sounded a little more blunt than you needed to but after all he had left you and you hadn’t forgotten it.

“I wasn’t going to stay somewhere that didn’t have basic necessities.” He snorted flipping on a small lamp in the corner of what appeared to be the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, this was the side of Chishiya you hated. “No Chishiya, I mean how did you get heat and hot water. The beach had it because they rigged the generators. So how?”

You slouched against the wall as he threw himself onto the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He hummed as he shut his eyes. Once again avoiding another one of your questions, it really was getting tiring trying to figure him out but even so you couldn’t stop.

“Get up.” You huffed.

“What?” He shook his head, his eyes still shut

He really was getting annoying. “I said get up, if you want my help you give me answers I’m tired of playing cat and mouse with you Chishiya.”

He laughed at your words which only fuelled your slight anger towards him. “Who’s the cat?”

You hadn’t been the kind of person to let anger be an emotion that led you, it wasn’t one you favoured or focused on, Instead always choosing to try and stay calm. After all anger never solved anything, yet even so you knew that you couldn’t help what you was about to do, it was almost as if your body had a mind of its own.

Your legs began moving your hand reaching out to grab his arm, with all of your strength you pulled him off the bed onto the floor. His eyes shot open as he pushed himself up. Chishiya although short was still taller than you but somehow it seemed as if in this moment he was completely towering over you.

You let out a laugh at the scowl on his face.

“You think this is funny?” His face was stone cold, you was used to his blank expressions but this was a look you had never seen before.

Your laughter continued as you tried to talk. “You know Chishiya this is hilarious.”

“Shut up.” His voice was monotone and low, Chishiya patience was growing thin but that didn’t stop you.

“You know what I think is funny? I think it’s funny that we are stuck in some fake world, I think it’s funny that men in masks can kill us, I think it’s funny that even after all the deaths we are still stuck here! Don’t you? Don’t you think it’s funny Chishiya?!” Your laughter had disappeared, your voice growing louder.

“You need to calm down.” He turned away from you rolling his eyes.

Maybe it was his complete lack of emotion or your exhaustion but whatever it was it only encouraged your actions in this moment. Your body once again moving as though it had its own mind as your arm reached out to pull him back to you, his body turned to face you allowing you to hit his chest with your fists as words flew from your mouth before you could even think about what you was saying to him.

“What is wrong with you?! Are you fucking crazy or something? Can’t you understand Chishiya? Can’t you understand how dangerous this is? I want to go home, I want to not be afraid anymore because I am! From the day you met me you pulled me in and used me in your little games but I’m done being a pawn for you! You’re just as bad as the people who made this game!” Your hands continued placing blow after blow on his chest, I welcomed tears falling down your face as you did but only when you finished speaking did he react, and not at all in the way you expected.

His slender fingers wrapped around your wrists and his body began pushing yours back against the wall, you tried to shake your arms out of his grip but it was pointless, he was always much stronger than you.

“Let me go you psychopath!” You screamed in his face causing him to look away from you.

His voice was quite but even in your struggle it was clear. “Calm down and I will.”

He held you against the wall for what seemed to be a long time, eventually you had given up fighting, your body exhausted and your weight being placed on Chishiya. The tears hadn’t stopped, if anything being stuck only made them worse.

Chishiya released your arms, your body falling against the wall until you had landed on the floor, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your hands around them. Chishiya sat next to you, his shoulder was close enough for you to lay your head on so you did, letting him once again bear the weight of your head as your tears fell in silence.

You had both sat there for hours, long enough for the sun to rise, taking the world from a eerie darkness to a summers day yet even so neither of you moved. You had fallen asleep after some time, only waking up when Chishiya moved your head onto his leg. When you woke up his jacket had been placed over you, he was so still you thought he was asleep, you finally you wasn’t as you tried to peak at him only to see his eyes staring back into yours.

You say you awkwardly, stretching your neck after being in an awkward sleeping position. You resumed your earlier position with you head on his shoulder, this time you pulled his jacket on instead of having it draped over you.

Even though you had unleashed your anger and fear on him he still stayed, guilt overtook you once again and suddenly it felt as though you was back in his room at the beach. “Chishiya im sorry, I didn’t mean the things I said.”

“You did mean them and that’s okay. They didn’t bother me.” His voice sounded empty but there was a hint of something within it. you couldn’t tell if it was hurt or anger but you guessed a mix of both.

“I wish you talked to me more.” You huffed, your voice full of defeat. If you was going to die or be stuck here forever than having regrets was pointless.

“Talking isn’t my kind of thing.” He whispered. His head slightly falling against yours.

He wasn’t lying. “I don’t understand you, I try to but I don’t. I don’t understanding anything about you or anything you do.” You hummed, your hand tracing patters on your knee.

“I wished you used your brain more.” He sighed. His voice clearly disappointed.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up to look at him. “Are you seriously calling me stupid?”

He shook his head at you, his eyes much softer than last night. “No, but if you used it you may be able to see that if I didn’t care you would be sitting here alone right Now.”

Your mind froze at the sound of Chishiya practically admitting he cares about you, you watched him stand up and walk towards another part of the yet unexplored house. “I’ll make food.”

“Can I help?” You mumble, cooking always was something you found fun.

“Only if you use your brain, I won’t reattach your finger if you chop it off.” He calls back already out of sight.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you stand up and Follow behind him pulling up the sleeves of his white jacket as you prepare to make breakfast together.

“So.. what are we making?”

[mountslove333]

YOU SCARED ME- MATT CASEY

matt had persuaded you to take a day off sick after feeling awful on your off days much to your protest he insisted you had a day to rest.

“matt i honestly i feel fine” you insisted

“y/n i know you, your ill” “stay home at least just for this shift, then me and you will go out tomorrow for a nice meal- my treat” he bargained with you

“eurghhh fine” you agreed with a huff sitting back down on the sofa

“well i have to go now, i’ll call boden on the way let him know your not feeling well” he told you pulling on his jacket

“thankyou, be safe matt please” you tell him as he comes closer leaning down for a kiss

you swerve him

“don’t you’ll get sick!!” you exclaim

“see i told you, you were sick” he chuckles,

“and i don’t care come here” he told you pulling you in for quick kiss.

“i love you, bye” he said walking out the door

“i love you too matt”

after matt left you fell back asleep for a while, waking up around 12pm ,feeling much better, you had a shower before getting ready deciding you would go to the mall as you needed a few things and didn’t want to be sat around all day, you wanted to call matt and let him know.

the tones of your phone ringing lasted for about 5 seconds before you husbands voice welcomed your ears instead

“hiya y/n, everything okay?” matt questioned

“yep thankyou, i had a nap and woke up feeling much better so gonna go out and run some errands at crescent mall i think” you told him pulling your jacket on

“okay as long as your feeling better, can’t wait to see you later”

“nethier” you smiled down the phone

“right we’ll i’ll let you get back to duties captain”

“bye y/n”

“bye matt” you told him before hanging up and making your way to your car.

you drove to the mall listening to the radio, the drive not being long as the mall is only about at 15 minute drive, 10 with no traffic from your shared apartment with matt.

you entered the mall walking straight to the grocery shop but then after you got what you needed you couldn’t help but look at the clothes shops even thought something was telling you, you should leave.

you had just found a top you liked and was looking through the sizes when you heard a loud bang and then feel a sharp pain in your head before everything goes black.

MATTS POV

i was say just about to eat a sandwich i had just made when the call interrupted me

ambulance 61, squad 3, truck 51 explosions, crescent mall

i stood up immediately “y/n’s there” i said just loud enough for everyone to hear

that made everyone move faster.

i sat straight faced thinking the worse in my head, no one was talking in truck, worried looks on everyone’s faces not knowing what to say.

we finally arrived

“we’ll find her matt” herrmann told me with a sad smile

“i know we will” i told him before listening to chiefs orders barley letting him finish before running in

everyone was working together pulling out victim after victim but non were y/n

“casey, any updates on y/n” boden asked me over the radio

“not yet cheif”

Y/NS POV

i woke up to the awful sound of alarms i was so confused until i realised there must’ve been an explosion of some sorts i quickly sat up feeling dizzy, i touch my head blood being on my fingers.

i looked around looking for anyone that was badly injured

“anyone there” i called out

no response

until i saw a little girl out the corner of my eye

“hi sweetie, are you hurt”

she shook her head no

“that’s good” “is there anyone else with you”

she shook no again

“okay well my names y/n and i’m a firefighter and i have loads of firefighter friends that are going to get us out here” i smiled lightly at the girl

“you just stay with me okay” i told her offering my hand

“okay” she said quietly taking me hand

i walked around a little bit seeing all the exits had been blocked to stopped outside one

“right sweetie i’m just gonna shout for a bit and see if anyone can hear me” i told the girl not wanting to alarm her

“HELP, IN HERE” i shouted

no response

“ANYONE?” i tried again

“y/n?” the voice of stella kidd responded

“yes it’s me stella it’s just me a little a girl trapped in here please help us out”

“oh my god i’m so happy your okay, and yes we’ll get you out right now” she told me assuringinly

i could faintly hear the sounds of stella using her radio and the noise of other people joining her but then the power tools started and you couldn’t hear a thing.

i attempted to comfort the girl the best i could as the loud noises seemed to shake the ground.

it took at few minutes until the noise stopped

“y/n!!” i heard matts voice

“matt” i said greatfuly handing the little girl to sylvie making sure she was okay before throwing my arms around matt

“i was so scared” i told him begging to feel slightly lightheaded

“you scared me, i didn’t know what to do when i heard that call come through” he told me rambling

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too matt”

“let’s get you checked up” he said leading me to a safe exit

suddenly everything began to spin and my vision began clouding

“matt- i don’t feel good” i said gripping onto his arm tighter

“do you need to sit down?” he questioned worriedly

but then everything began to go black and my legs gave up

“y/n!?”

“y/n?!”

was all i heard before i finally lost consciousness.

i woke up slowly opening my eyes, feeling a pounding begin in my head i look to my left and see matt.

“matt?” i question confused written on my face

“y/n!!” he says happiness evident in his smile

“you scared me”

“i would never leave you matt” i smiled

“you better not” he said leaning down to kiss my forehead before going to find a doctor or nurse

before long the doctor had said i had to stay in for one night for observations and not long later the whole of 51 flooded my room with flowers and kind words

“i love you guys, thankyou” i told them looking over at matt most his hand firmly in mine

[ghostly-clown]

Oh no, hello :), can I request coming out to the slashers? (Like how's they'd react to your new pronouns and such) thank you :)

Yes. YES. YESSSSS

I love this request so much thankyou 🙏

For this I'll try and do both (kinda focused mainly on pronouns tho) and to keep it neutral I'm gonna keep it as coming out as queer with they/them Pronouns, I hope that's ok <3

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Comming out to slashers 🏳️‍🌈

U know who to expect:

Michael myers, Jason voorhees, brahms heelshire, ghostface, Vincent sinclair (just my favourite brother this time), Thomas hewitt

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Michael Myers

- he will be surprised and a little confused

- he might take some time to think about it and then come back to you so you can further explain what it means

- once he realises your coming out to him he will go soft

- he won't show it (or not well) but he is honoured that you trust him enough to come out to him

- he will hug you as his way of saying he will always love and except you

- after that things will be otherwise normal, he dosnt speak so he can't use Pronouns but he will point people out as like a "Would u date them?" Thing

- I'm also pretty sure Michael would be ace, so there's that too

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Jason Voorhees

- he thought everyone was a little gay so he's not that surprised, but you will need to explain the whole pronouns thing to him

- after he is 100% excepting without a doubt

- he also dosnt talk but he still wants u to feel excepted so you will find lil cards around that say stuff like "your the best they there is :)" or "thems is a good pronoun fir u"

- he will go out of his way to make u feel comfortable and even help u burn all ur sheets with your dead-name

- he will also happily sit and listen to you rant about the celebrities u have a crush on

- All around just a guy trying his best and his best is alot so u won't need to worry

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Brahms Heelshire

- he dosnt get it at all, he's gonna ask so many questions

- he will ask the infamous "so does that mean you like me?"

- using the right Pronouns is gonna be hard only cause he's not used to it but after a week or two he'll get better

- always correcting himself when he uses the wrong name or pronoun by punching the wall

- you do so much for him the least he can do is use your pronouns whenever he can

- after month he will probably ask to use they/them pronouns cause he likes how they sound

- guess who's now a demi-boy

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Ghostface

- Billy is understanding but won't make a big deal of it

- he will ask who doesn't know and how comfortable u are with using your name and pronouns in public

- he wants u to feel safe more then anything

- Stu on the other hand is gonna treat it as if he were welcoming a whole knew person

- he is on the name and pronouns straight away, not a problem for him

- but he might accidentally out you by being too enthusiastic so be careful

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Vincent sinclair

- again you will have to explain this to him because he dosnt get it

- he will make alot of mistakes sorry :(

- but once he starts getting the hang of using the right pronouns he starts to get it

- seeing how you smile when he says something as simple as "oh, they're over there"

- after noticing that slight change to joy he will go out of his way to use your new name and new pronouns as much as he can

- he's happy to see you happy more then anything

- and he's always gonna be your safe space when u need a break

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Thomas hewitt

- he will probably be the hardest to come out to mainly cause of his family

- he will ask alot of somewhat uncomfortable questions

- he does genuinely want to understand why this is important to you so he will use they/them here and there

- he might accidentally out you to his family but that's when he realises how important this is to you

- he will feel so bad for the longest time and will always be apologising for it

- but on the up side he has since doubled down on using the right pronouns, and the rest of the family being scared of him will follow his lead

- he's trying his best and does just want u to feel happy and comfortable

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[emile-hides]

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand