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aetherarf · 3 years

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Alright, I think I found one. This might be better as a funny fic than anything but that's up to you:

Tartaglia finds his puppy S/O as absolutely adorable, and when Teucer comes to visit he has to deal with the unbearable cuteness of the two interacting

Really hope this works, your a good writer and this is such a cute pairing T-T

Now THIS I can work with :D!

However I wasn't sure if I did a good job of incorporating the doggy-ness so... Meh. I tried tho

ALSO THIS IS MY LONGEST POST BY FAR CONGRATULATIONS

[[ Dog Hybird!Reader, Summary: Childe adored you, completely and utterly, wrestling with you whenever you got excited, and you were one of the few people who could keep up with his high-energy in... everything he did, really. What better way to prove his adoration than to let you meet his little brother?

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"Hey! Stop, stop, these aren't for you."

Childe, gently, pushed you away from him by a few feet, only for you to whine at him in disappointment. "Why?" You asked, of course, you were a little disappointed, clearly, but not actually upset.

He was working on what appeared to be some kind of batter, and a few other things that were currently wrapped up, and half put away.

"I told you, Teucer is coming!" He cheered, happily, "Ah, also I'm cutting stuff and I don't fancy slicing my hand open," he added, and you, for a second, panicked... But no, that wasn't blood on his hand, just juice, and you took a few steps back, just to still be able to watch.

"Thank you," he hummed, returning to his work.

"What are you making, anyway?" You asked, looking over at the drink. "Doesn't seem very... Local."

"Or healthy," Childe laughed at himself, "It's a Snezhnayan dish called..." He hesitated, and looked over at you with a smirk, "Maybe I should leave it as a surprise for tonight..." He hummed, ignoring your pouting as he covered up the bowl of batter. "Ah, better finish up and get this put away so we can go pick him up."

He wiped off his sticky hands on a nearby towel, rushing about to finish his work.

"Can I help?"

"Nah, I just need to put this... Oomf, in the fridge," he set the heavy pot in, "And we serve later! We're going to pick up something on our way back, just in case you don't like it." He reassured, "Teucer really only eats sweet or mild stuff, so I thought this would be the best option for him... To make sure he's in a good mood and can feel safe and at home around you."

You were silently for a moment.

"Would he not like me for-" you gestured to your ears, "You know?"

"What?" Childe looked at you like you had grown a second head, "No. No, not at all. I think he's going to be curious, and... well, we're not in Snezhnaya, after all. I'm more worried about culture shock..." He walked over to you, and pressed a kiss onto your cheek, "Just be yourself, he'll love you."

Well, Childe knew his siblings better than you did, with the all of zero interactions you've had with them, so you decided to trust him.

Childe took off his apron, setting it off to the side as he washed his hands.

"Hey, how about we race to the Harbor, see who can spot Teucer first? I can get you that little trinket you had been looking a-"

The sound of the front door swinging open, loudly, was enough to tell him that you were already trying to beat him, oh, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.

...

"Ah... why... do we have to live... so far from the harbor..." You panted, exhausted from both the heat and the run. However, Childe had caught up, and had it not been for your head start, he would have most definitely beaten you.

"Because... oof... the Qixing hate me." He said, but he was grinning all the while. "Are you okay? Need water?"

You were exhausted, but you could hold off a little bit- besides, Childe wanted to make sure Teucer actually could get a taste of Liyue culture, instead of just the same as home, so you could just chug water when you were out to eat.

"Brother? Broooother?"

Your ears perked up, but Childe was already running as though the both of you had not been sprinting until your lungs could barely take in anymore air, and you followed suit after a moment, seeing Childe on his knees--Arms wrapped around a little boy with the same, vivid hair color as him.

"Brother! I thought I'd have to find you again!" Teucer said, with a smile, "I missed you! So-So did mom, and, and Anthon and Tonia..." He buried his face in Childe's shoulder.

"Oh, of course. The only reason you had to find me last time is because I didn't expect you to come." He said, almost chastising him for his previous behavior, "But this time, you'll be staying with me for a few days, and I can do everything that I wanted to do... but Aether had to do," he sighed for a moment.

However, you noticed that Teucer was staring at you, now, eyes wide... he truly had the same, blue eyes as Childe did. You knew what that look was, he was amazed, but... while, usually, there would be disgust in those eyes when another looked at your odd features, there was only wonder, and... adoration, perhaps?

"Brother?" He asked, pulling away so he could walk closer to you, you crouching to be at a closer level to the boy, "Is this-"

"Yes, this is my sweetie," Normally, that sentence was followed with a kiss on your cheek, but he seemed content to simply watch. "Don't worry, Teucer doesn't bite."

"Uhm..." Teucer looked at you, "Are you half puppy?" He asked, looking right at your ears, that you couldn't help but twitch.

"Sort of, it's more complicated, but that's an easy way to understand it." You explained, knowing going through history and the technical formation of your people was going to go right over his head.

"Can I pet you?" He asked, looking up at your ears, and already reaching up, but by instinct, you grabbing his arm, just enough to stop him.

"It's a little rude to ask, since we just met... But okay. Just know other people with ears like me might not like it, okay?" You clarified, and he nodded. You lowered your head, and he gently petted one ear... and then the other. He, very lightly, tugged on one, as though to see if it was a joke or if it was real.

"Whoa... you're so..."

Here it comes...

"Cool!" He cheered, practical stars in his eyes, "Brother! Brother why didn't you tell me about how cool they are?!" He asked, almost angry, and Childe just innocently smiled.

"It's hard to explain something like this through a letter, Teucer."

"But! You could have sent a picture!" He huffed, and folded his arms over his chest as he pouted.

"But isn't the surprise so much better?" He asked, and Teucer sighed, looking back at you... and you could only smile. It felt so odd to be talked about as though you weren't here, but...

"... I guess. I'm gonna tell everyone when I get home, though! Oh, no, wait, brother, can you come home with me?!" He asked, eyes wide. Childe just sighed.

"I'll think about it. I still have work to do, I just took a few days off for my sweetest wittwe babby bwother," he said, pinching Teucer's cheek.

"I'm not sweet! I'm strong!" Teucer held up his arms, dramatically flexing, but Childe scooped him up and set him on his shoulders, you admiring how Childe didn't even flinch when Teucer grabbed fistfuls of his hair to hold on.

"Sooooo strong," Childe agreed mockingly, "Come on, I made reservations at a restaurant. Something that'll really give you a taste of the local cuisine..."

Teucer grimaced, "Is it gonna be a spicy pepper that makes me cry? I don't like that! Anthon gave me one, saying it was sweet..." His voice grew quieter and quieter...

"Did he, now?" Childe asked, "Not that spicy, but kind of spicy. Don't worry, I'll make sure there's sweet milk you can drink to wash away the spicy taste if it's too much."

He grumbled, but he didn't fight any longer.

"Come on. It's on me, love," he gestured for you to follow and, almost comedically so, you obeyed.

You could only giggle and watch as Teucer managed to master chopsticks with little to no effort, leaving Childe flabbergasted, but then Teucer began whining as soon as he ate his first, massive, bite of food, and then teared up.

Childe gave him the promised sweetened milk... Only for Teucer to proclaim he liked the "burny food" and ate more...

And then cried for milk.

Then ate more.

And cried for milk.

And it kept going until he had eaten his meal, you barely able to stop yourself from cackling at Teucer's ridiculousness, and once you all walked back home, Childe mouthed a silent Thank You.

He really did just want the best for his brother, huh?

Eventually you got home, and Teucer, no longer dazing away in Childe's arms, declared he wanted Childe to train him... With two wooden swords, Childe taught him how it all worked, from how to swing your blade or stab it forth, you mostly just watched, curious...

"Ah," Childe froze, upon realizing something, and Teucer swung as hard as he could, hitting Childe in the side of his knee, and he fell to the ground.

"Brother!" Any excitement disappeared, and he ran to his brothers side, already crying, "Are you okay? Oh... Oh, I don't like this, I don't wanna hurt you! I don't like fighting!" He sobbed out, dramatically. Childe pushed himself up, and held Teucer close in a hug.

"I'm okay, I'm okay. But, people get hurt in fighting. It's not all just looking cool, you know?" He asked, a small smile, and Teucer nodded. "Even practicing is dangerous. Besides..." Slowly, he pushed himself up, "I have to cook dinner. Hey, love," he looked over to you, "Do you have any books you could read to Teucer? To keep him..." He eyed the boy, "Entertained?"

"Wait," Teucer said, "Can't I help you?" He said, "I hurt you... I should help..."

"Nono, I'm alright. Just a little sore, see?" He bent his knee a little back and forth, until Teucer seemed satisfied. "Besides, you might want to spend some time with your future family, right?"

Teucer looked over at you... And then Childe. And then back to you.

"Okay! But! Brother! Promise you'll ask for help if you need it!" He scolded, and Childe sighed.

"I promise, I promise." He said, petting the top of Teucer's head, "Now go, let me go cook dinner." He finally left the room, and Teucer scrambled his way to the couch, sitting down next to you.

"Do you have any stories? Oh, maybe about your family!"

You hesitated, "I, uh, think a storybook may be better. It can help you learn more about the local culture, too."

"Oh, okay!" He said, you stood up and walked to the bookshelf, skimming over for something that was at the very least appropriate for children, and maybe one you could act up...

Eventually, you found a decent one, and sat down on the couch, Teucer making himself comfortable on your lap, grabbing at the book, already fascinated at every picture within...

Well, at least he seemed easy to entertain...

...

Both you and Teucer lie on the couch, after Childe had been busy cooking, perhaps for too long, and the stories lulled you both to sleep. Teucer lie atop you, and a book rested on Teucer's torso, having been set down after your arms were too sore to hold it up, and unable to move to set it somewhere better.

Childe, oh so desperately, wanted to let the both of you sleep. Teucer seemed so happy, his little fist grabbing onto your shirt. He was about to wake you both, just so neither of you would be sore when you woke up, but he paused...

And he had an idea.

He searched around a bit, peeking out to see you both asleep on the ground, until he finally found the Kamera he had lost more than once, and finally walked his way in, holding it up...

Click.

Saved. Now, he could remember the cuteness forever, and he set the Kamera down, and walked over to the two of you, gently shaking you both awake.

"Hey, guys, dinner's ready." He said, softly, and Teucer whined, clearly having remembered the tears from the overly spicy dish that he was served earlier that day.

"No... more... spice..." Teucer whined, hiding his face into your chest.

"Aya, I cook a loving meal just like mama made, and you can only whine? Tsk tsk. Maybe I should just send you to bed."

That woke Teucer up quickly, pushing himself up, and he stared at Childe with big eyes, "You made something from home?" He asked.

"Well, as close as I could. It's a little off, but it's still yummy! And not spicy at all, I pinky promise." He held out his hand, sticking out his pinky... And Teucer stared, suspicious...

"Okay, I believe you!" He climbed off of you, pressing a little too hard on your stomach, forcing you to grunt in minor pain, and he already scrambled his way to the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" Childe asked, softly, sitting on the couch by your legs, resting his hand on your stomach, rubbing it soothingly. "You've been wonderful so far... And Teucer adores you."

You sighed.

"Just rub my tum for a second, okay?" You said, resting your hand on his. He didn't reply, just smiled, and continued to do so for a good minute or two, until Teucer began trying to serve himself, and Childe jumped up before something went wrong.

Besides that, dinner went without a hitch, Teucer dramatically telling a story about how Childe had caught a fish so massive he could barely even drag it home...

"oh really," you would hum, glancing over at Childe from time to time, only for him to chuckle, perhaps a little... Embarrassed.

Then you went to bed, and Childe tucked Teucer into the spare bedroom. You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, ear twitching as the door to the bedroom opened, then clicked shut, Childe's familiar footsteps growing louder, and closer.

"I don't know if I can survive a whole week with Teucer." You said, majorly joking. Childe looked over at you, and he quirked a brow.

"Why?"

"He's very... playful." You said, exhausted from him practically grabbing you by the ear and demanding to play with you every second of the day.

"And you aren't?" He said, a sly grin on his face, only for you to groan, and to flip onto your side, away from him.

"Awwh... Love, baby, sweetie... You know I'm teasing. Don't worry, he's always the most hyper on the first day, and he mellows out. I can get you a hotel room if you want a day away, I could just say you went to see family or something."

"... Maybe. I'll think about it."

You loved Childe, and Teucer, but you were not ready for long-term child management... Childe management was hard enough as is!

Childe lied down behind you, wrapping you up in his arms as he spooned you, pressing a kiss onto the back of your neck.

In his comforting grip, it didn't take long to fall asleep, feeling one hand gently, ever so gently, petting your ear...

...

You woke up to the sound of the door opening, all but cuddled up to Childe, who was already sitting up, staring... with a faint outline in the doorway, that you recognized to be Teucer, you heard... sniffling.

"Brother...?" He asked, "I... I had a nightmare... and I was alone..." He shuffled slowly over to the bed, and Childe didn't hesitate, jumping up and rushing over to his brother, picking him up, and holding him close in a hug, almost rocking him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... but you're safe, I promise. Do you need to talk about it?" He asked, and you could only watch... It was sweet. Childe was soft, only around you, but it seemed for family he had a different kind of gentleness still.

"I... Can I sleep with you?" He asked, wiping his teary eye with his sleeve. Childe hesitated, and looked back at you.

You smiled, "Should I go sleep on the couch?"

"No!" You both directed your attention to Teucer, "I... i mean... I want my family together."

"Family?"

"... Family?"

There was a brief silence, but Childe eventually carried Teucer over to the bed, and helped him sit down before sitting down himself.

"It's alright, Teucer... I'm right here, and..." He looked at you, waiting for your response.

"I'll be here, too." You reassured, lying back down fully, and Teucer wiggled closer to you, snuggling up to you as though you were his own sibling, and sighing.

Childe laid back down as well, snuggling up to Teucer from behind, managing to reach all the way to you, pressing both of you closer to him-you wondered, idly, if Teucer was uncomfortable, but...

"Don't worry," Childe said with a whisper, "Teucer likes being squished."

You just nodded, using one hand to gently pet the back of Teucer's head.

"Sorry for him, by the way," Childe added, "I guess he doesn't like travelling. He's never been alone for long..."

"He's alright... And he's young, it's reasonable to be scared."

Childe just hummed, shifting to get more comfortable.

"Rest well, because Teucer might end up dragging you to Snezhnaya to meet the rest of the family."

You didn't reply, just closing your eyes... Thinking.

Family, a little cutie that snuggled the both of you...

Having a family with Childe, if it would be like this...? Didn't seem so bad...

#genshin impact #childe #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin childe x reader #anonymous #request #fluff #fluffy bark #bark writes #dog hybrid reader #// idek if fridges are a thing in teyvat but its a minor comment so idc #// if they can have those plastic cups w/ straws #// see barbara hangout #// i can vaguely mention a dam fridge #// plus kAmErA #// im a little salty today

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bucky-bucket-barnes · 2 years

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i'm bucket and welcome to my 2k writing challenge! i'd like to first thank you all so much for all the love and support. with that, i'd love to use my platform to boost other writers.

all writers are welcome, whether you're a seasoned pro or this would be your first piece sharing publicly. the writing prompts below will be based on some of my favorite song lyrics, but feel free to let your creativity go wild! angst, fluff, and smut are all welcome here. dm me if you have any questions and happy writing, my friends!

opening act (start date to post fics): December 15, 2021

last encore (final day to post fics): February 20, 2021

RULES

when posting your fic, please put the hashtag #bucket 2k writing challenge so i can find it

all fics will be put into a masterlist for this challenge so y'all can see everyone's work

this is a bucky barnes x reader account, but feel free to write whatever pairing you desire within the marvel universe! no incest or pairings with someone underage!!!

put appropriate warnings for your fics

there's no constraint on word limit, however, please add a keep reading feature to your fic if it surpasses 750 words

when you find a lyric you like below, please dm me so i know who's doing what prompt -> up to 2 people can do the same prompt

these are just writing prompts, so feel free to use the actual lyrics in your fics or just take inspiration from them :)

if needed, i will add more prompts to the list or if you're feeling super strongly about a certain song that's not here, dm me with your own!

this is for fun! this is a no judgement zone and i encourage anyone who wants to give a stab at it should!!!

SET LIST

"I always want you when I'm finally fine." - i bet on losing dogs, mistki

"I have emotional motion sickness, somebody roll the windows down. There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out." - motion sickness, phoebe bridgers

"You lose your way, just take my hand. You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again. Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am." - mariners apartment complex, lana del rey (@majestyeverlasting)

"The pink in your cheeks when you slightly lose your temper makes me love you even more." - soren, beadaboo (@real-jane)

"Are we still friends? Can we be friends?" - are we still friends, tyler the creator (@ohheyjanie)

"I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending. I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?" - exile, taylor swift ft. bon iver (@msvillainous)

"Do I look like her? Does she talk like me? Been feeling insecure." - painkiller, beach bunny

"The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all. There it is again, that funny feeling." - that funny feeling, bo burnham

"Baby, you're a vampire. You want blood and I promised. I'm a bad liar with a savior complex" - savior complex, phoebe bridgers

"I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back." - 1 step forwards, 3 steps back, olivia rodrigo

"Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand." - kiss me, sixpence none the richer (@babiebucky)

"Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new." - do i wanna know, arctic monkeys

"I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops, I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me." - writer in the dark, lorde

"And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up." - all too well, taylor swift (@gf4hjp)

"Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you?. . .And I don't want to have to share our love. I try, but I get overwhelmed." - cellophane, fka twigs

"You're running late and it's not even like you. You were doing so well. Did the dog eat your homework again?"- moment, vierre clouds

"Baby, though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am." - washing machine heart, mitski

"I shouldn't have called cause we shouldn't speak. You do make me hard, but she makes me weak." - be my mistake, the 1975

"It was always you and me, always and forever." - you and me song, the wannadies

#bucket 2k writing challenge #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucket thinks #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine

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spider-pxrkers · 4 years

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flustered || peter parker x reader

summary: peter decides to flirt with the new avenger, y/n. he doesn’t expect her to flirt back and fluster him, making him realize he needs to get the upper hand.

request: can you do a peter x flirty reader where at first peter is flirting buts the reader flirts back making him flustered?

a/n: the BIGGEST thank you to the loml @drusilla-as-in-blackthorn who helped and co-wrote this fic with me! she has some amazing fics, go check her out!

warnings: making out, sexual tones, swearing, sam and bucky being sam and bucky.

masterlist || co-writer || add yourself to my taglist!

i do not own any gifs used. all credits go to the original creator.

“Just be cool man. We practiced for hours, she’ll totally be into it.”

Ned’s voice echoed in Peter’s head like a tape stuck on loop as he entered the Avengers Compound. He puffed out his chest as he stepped into the elevator, trying to assert some sort of confidence within him to prepare himself for what he was about to do.

Steve had called for an Avengers training session today, which meant Peter got to see you again. He’d first met you during a robbery in Queens where he’d gotten tangled up. The thieves would’ve gotten away had you not shown up and ever since that day, he’d been in awe of you.

When he found out you were an Avenger too, he swore he felt his stomach do flips. His crush on you began shortly after meeting you those six months ago and is still very much there. For a while, Peter didn’t know what to do about it, but around two weeks ago Ned convinced the boy to go old school and try the one tactic ‘all the ladies loved’, and that was flirting.

He was skeptical at first, but he eventually figured he’d give it a try. And so Peter spent the whole of the night before googling pick-up lines and watching ‘flirting 101’ videos on YouTube in preparation for today. He was satisfied with his research and felt confident.

As the elevator doors opened, he took bold steps towards the rest of the team and waited for instructions from Steve. Not everyone had showed up, but you were there, leaning against a wall as your fingers mindlessly played with each other, your eyebrows furrowed as you listened to what Steve was saying. He felt his breath falter as he looked at you, you wore simple grey sweats and a ‘Stark Industries’ tank top. It was a simple outfit but for some reason Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your eyes eventually wandered towards the boy, noticing his stare. You gave him a light wink, causing his cheeks to stain red, his eyes immediately looking away.

After the briefing, Steve announced today’s training would consist of sparring in pairs. Peter silently pleaded as he grouped everyone together and he felt his heart jump when Steve announced he would be paired with you.

Everyone made their way over to their assigned partners and he watched as you walked up to him. He mentally prepared himself, taking a deep breath as you approached. He was ready.

“H-hey, Y/N.”

Shit.

He stuttered.

Why did he have to stutter?

He glanced up at you to see if you noticed but all he saw was an amused look in your eyes, as if you could somehow tell he was beating himself up. “Hey, Parker.” You grinned at him. “You ready?”

“I-” He sighed. “Yeah.”

The two of you got into your own individual sparring stances.

He could do this. He was a man of science and he had studied for this. How hard could it be to flirt with you? He had watched other members of the team flirt with each other enough to know that he could play it off as a joke if you didn't respond well. That, or he could throw himself out the window of the forty-sixth floor, whatever would be easier.

You threw a punch at him and he dodged it, then another, then a kick. You were on the offensive side which was fine with him, he could do defense in his sleep. It gave him time to think about what to say. He had to do this right, mostly because he knew you had at least four knives on you but he was also really worried about embarrassing himself.

"Hey Y/N,” He let out as he parried away from a kick, recalling one if the lines he'd memorized. “If you're enjoying yourself here, I know other ways we could use this much energy." He ducked under another one of your high kicks and punched at your stomach.

You hadn't even faltered in your attack so he wasn't sure if you had even heard him. "Yeah, I do too Spidey, but unfortunately Steve frowns upon people fucking on the sparring mats." You eyed him, the corner of your lips tugging up at his expression. He faltered at your words, not expecting such a direct comeback, and you took the opportunity to crouch down and took his ankles out. Suddenly he was looking up at your smug expression from the floor with, what he knew, was a violent blush on his own face. "What's wrong Parker? Cat got your tongue?" You asked tilting your head to the side, a look of feigned innocence coating you. You sauntered away back towards the starting point and raised your fists, obviously waiting for him to join you.

You had both been sparring for about an hour and since he wasn't allowed to use his web shooters, you happened to be winning - in both the sparring and the verbal back and forth. He didn't understand how you were doing it, everything he said, you countered with something equally as clever. He was grasping at straws at this point. "Y-you sure you're not tired Y/N? Cause you've been running through my mind all day."

He was throwing hits in your general direction with no real heat. You actually laughed at that one, no wonder. "Nah, don't worry about me Parker. I can go all night." He sighed as you landed him on his ass for the third time in a row, he wasn't going to concede but you weren’t giving him much of a choice.

"I'm not a genie but I can make all your dreams come through." He groaned as he tried to get back up.

"Yeah and that’s if I rub you hard enough?" You lightly moved your leg to push him back on the mat. When he went to stand back up, Steve shouted that everyone could take a break. He sighed.

You and he walked side by side to the cooler where the water bottles were kept. He went over to his gym bag and saw that he had three missed calls from Ned. He dialed back.

"Hey man how's it going? You ask her out yet?" Ned sounded excited on the other line, Peter smiled, he loved his best friend so much.

"Nah, buddy it's not working.” He sighed into the phone before bringing his bottle to his lips. “Everything I throw at her she hits me back with something better. I think I should just give up."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, earlier I said to her 'Hey can I borrow a kiss, I promise to give it back?' and she pinned me to the mat and said I could have as many as I liked." Peter replied, looking at you from the corner of your eye talking to Steve.

"Wait, okay, no, so she's flirting back with you? That's a good thing isn't it?" Ned asked.

Peter thought about it and how smug you looked whenever you managed to knock him down. "I don't know Ned, I think she was just doing it to get the upper hand in training."

"Well are you still training now?"

"No we have a break just now for a bit."

"Well,” Peter could practically hear Ned smile through the phone. “I would say kick it up a notch, hit her with something and if she says something suggestive back then act on it, kiss her or whatever."

Peter watched you move back to your own gym bag, watched you reach down to put your bottle in it. He thought about just grabbing you and kissing you, he wanted to, really, really badly but what if you stabbed him, or worse, laughed at him?

"I don't know Ned, I think I'm just going to give up."

"Well okay man, but you have my opinion." Peter almost winced at the distaste in his friend’s voice.

"Yeah, yeah, bye bud, love you."

"Love you too."

Peter hung up the call, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do, he wasn't the kind of guy who could just make a move on someone, and he didn't even know if you'd ever actually thought of him that way.

You were walking towards him, looking beautiful as always, a ray of light in a dark world "I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art." He said in almost a whisper.

But you heard him, you had a playful look in your eye. "Well if you wanna pin me up against the wall then go ahead."

Something came over him, he didn't even think about what he did next. He shot a web out and grabbed you as soon as the words left your lips, faster than the eye could see. He twirled so you ended up braced against the wall with Peter pinning you down, one hand holding yours above your head, the other holding your hip down.

His legs braced yours, with his super strength, you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "Well if you insist." He mumbled, his eyes darting between yours and your mouth that was currently parted in.. shock?

He was waiting on you kicking and screaming, or at least coming up with a witty comment or a joke. What he wasn't expecting was a fierce blush to rise up your cheeks and your eyes to avoid looking into his. "I, eh, I, uh well, h-h-hi." You were stuttering, he had actually managed to fluster you. The same girl who’d been spewing filthy lines back at him a few minutes ago looked so small under his lock now.

He opened his mouth to say something before hearing someone clear their throat behind him. Your eyes widened as you looked over Peter’s shoulder at Steve and the rest of the team staring at the two of you while Peter’s gaze still remained on you.

You pulled out of his grip, side stepping and moving away, quickly walking back to the training mats. Peter’s arms dropped to his sides, his eyes never leaving the wall he just had you flustered against.

You avoided Peter for the rest of the session, opting to spar with Natasha while he trained with Sam. You stood opposite Nat, dodging and throwing as many hits as you could as your mind wandered. Moments ago he was the one blushing after everything you’d said, you were sure you had the upper hand. But after he held you like that, something snapped. You could still feel his fingers brushing against your hip and you cursed yourself for getting so flustered. At first you thought his flirting was cute and just for fun, but something about the way his eyes looked into yours made you think differently. Was he taking advantage of you?

Or did he actually like you?

Training ended and you quickly gathered your things, darting out of the room. You made your way into the corridor to your room before hearing footsteps after you.

“Y/N, wait up!”

You silently cursed as you sped up your pace, walking into your room and turning to close the door before a foot appeared, halting it. You looked up to see Peter place a hand on the door as he tried to push it a bit more for him to enter. You placed your hand on the other side trying to close it. “Go away, Peter.”

“Look,” he pushed at the door harder but was met with you pushing back with equal force. “Listen I’m sorry if-” You pushed back again. “Sorry if I- would you stop?” He finally sent a stronger push this time, successfully opening the door and stepping in. You backed away from him, dropping your bag figuring he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

He shut the door behind him as he made his way over to you. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line back there, I just wanted to-”

“Why did you do it?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Wh-why did I do what?”

You scoffed at him. “I don’t know flirt with me? Pin me against the fucking wall in front of the team?” You shook your head at him. “What? You think it’s fun messing with people like that?”

Peter’s stance grew defensive. “You flirted back!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I thought we were fooling around! Not that you actually-” You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t admit your feelings to him, that you actually thought he liked you back.

He seemed notice your uneasiness however, walking closer to you. “Not that I what, Y/N?” His tone was softer now, almost warmer as he now stood directly in front of you. His brown eyes bore into yours as your eyes wandered around his face, looking for any sign of insincerity.

You shook your head as you moved to walk away from him. Instead, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you into him as he kissed you. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall by your bed with a thud. Your eyes widened before relaxing at his touch, your arms gripping his hair and neck. You felt his teeth nip your bottom lip before down to your jaw and eventually to your neck, where you let out a whimper as he began sucking on your skin, earning a smile against on your neck.

Your hands left the curls in his hair and trailed down his chest to dip under his shirt and pull it over him before discarding it to the floor. His lips reattached to your collarbone as his hands slipped down your hips to your legs, hoisting you up to wrap around him. He kissed back up your neck to your mouth where you moaned as his tongue met yours, moving you away from the wall and laying you on your bed. His forearm found its place by your head, holding him up as his other hand held you by the side. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he lay above you, the two of you caught in your make-out session as if you were the only two people in the world.

You finally pulled away after what seemed like forever, your chests connecting as you tried to catch your breath. A light smile found his face as his hands moved to cup your cheek, studying your shut eyes and now swollen lips and tangled hair while you lay under him.

“I was stupid,” he breathed out causing you to open your eyes and meet his. His fingers continued to tug at the corner of your mouth. “I thought these stupid pick-up lines would..” He trailed off as he gently shook his head, a small laugh escaping him. “Would finally make you like me back.”

You softly laughed at him, your fingers drumming against his bare chest. “Well it worked didn’t it?”

He chuckled as he leant down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, yeah it did.” He leaned back in to kiss you again.

“Hey Y/N, Nat wanted to know if you were- holy shit.”

The two of you turned to look at Sam at the door, his eyes widening at the sight before him before a grin covered his face. “Well I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said smirking as he leant against the doorway. Peter’s cheeks turned red as he pushed off of you, reaching to get his shirt.

You got up and glared at the man, clearly annoyed. “What do you want Wilson?”

Sam smirked at you as he laughed. “Oo, she ain’t takin’ it too well. Hey, Bucky!” He called out.

“Oh my god.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as Peter put his shirt back on, a light smile finding his face as he glanced between the two of you.

Sam kicked off the wall before winking at you, walking back down the corridor. You could still hear his voice as he walked off. “You owe me fifty bucks sergeant!”

Peter laughed as he reached his hand down to yours, pulling you up. “You alright?” He asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." You nodded your head as you smiled walking out of the room with him before clearing your throat. "After damage control,” you said gesturing with your head to the kitchen where Sam now gathered the entire team while your hands gently tugged at the waistband of his pants. “What do you say you and I pick up where we left off?” He froze as he stared at you, his eyes widening. You grinned at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek and pulling away, skipping down the hall and leaving a very very flustered Peter Parker behind you.

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twilightofthe · 4 years

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So...about that Obitine Anidala rant. Also, you said something about how Sidious and Obi-Wan are foils. I would love it if you elaborate. (Also, I love your blog.)

Awwwww thank you anon! I just be yelling on here!

*wheezes* okie doke! Tho I stress that this won’t exactly be a rant because I adore Obitine and Anidala and rant kinda implies aggression towards them, this is more of just a long-ass ramble because while I love them, I don’t always love the way canon portrays them in the narrative, particularly in relationship to each other, because I often do not feel that what the show is trying to push us to think about them is accurate to how they actually act and come across. Notably, the show attempts to draw comparisons to the two relationships that really don’t exist below surface level similarities. Again, these are my own personal opinions, and in fact, I welcome discussion! I truly do! Please politely debate me on this if you disagree!

(god dammit it got long again, so long I’ll actually put ur Sidious and Obi Wan as foils part in a separate post)

I’ll get to why exactly the show compares the relationships very strangely in a moment, but first we gotta explore the reason why it does this in the first place, which is that the Clone Wars show has decided to make Obi Wan and Anakin narrative foils to one another. Narrative foils, by the literary definition, are two characters that contrast one another. They don’t have to be the protagonist and the antagonist, these characters can be on the same side, basically the thing is that they have “opposite” personalities where if one character is hot, the other is cold, if one character chooses to go right, the other will go left. It’s usually used to show one character’s qualities as more favorable for the situation as opposed to anyone else’s.

TCW does this whenever they possibly can with Anakin and Obi Wan. I get its reasoning behind it. I do. The reasoning is that while Anakin is supposed to be a main character, he makes questionable decisions quite often and for the kiddies watching, those decisions must be seen as Bad even if the hero does it, so they have Obi Wan, the unquestionable good guy, encounter the exact same scenarios Anakin makes his questionable decisions in, and then has Obi Wan make the Right(TM) decision to teach the kids a valuable lesson. They turn Obi Wan into the voice of reason for the entire show, which turns basically almost everything Obi Wan and Anakin do into a constant competition in the narrative in a way the movies do not do (and I’ll get to the movies later). I’m not saying it’s necessarily a bad thing, making them foils, but it’s definitely more of a show-only thing and it does it quite, quite often.

So yeah, TCW likes to compare Obi Wan and Anakin to the point that sometimes they try and use Obi Wan to diminish Anakin’s genuine trauma and struggles by going “well why didn’t you do it like THIS?” and I think that writing parallel plotlines for the purpose of shaming/criticism is kinda ://////, but that’s another rant for another day that again, if y’all wanna hear about, lmk

Anyway, the need to compare them absolutely made its way into their romantic relationships as well, as they acknowledge the similarities in the show, and Filoni and the crew explicitly compare the two relationships in interviews.

Basically my problem with how they try and draw said parallels can be boiled down to one quote by Filoni that a cursory Google search could not find but I know exists so y’all can take my word or not, that went along the lines of “Obi Wan and Satine are like Anakin and Padmé but better because they know how to stay unattached and let each other go. They’re a success story.” I disagreed with this quote so much it inspired me to write a whole-ass fic about it (Mutuals update: yes, it is coming soon, Darth Maul is just himself and therefore an utter pain in the ass to do a POV on and is fighting me like the bitchass he is)

My thesis that I will be arguing today is that while TCW tried to create Obitine as an Anidala parallel, they’re really not similar in the way the writers think they are. Obitine is not a success story to Anidala, they’re a goddamn tragedy too; the real parallel to Anidala is that Obitine also ended in death and tears despite making all the “right” decisions instead of all the “wrong” ones, and that is what is sad about them.

Like, on the surface level? Yeah, the crew-intended parallels are there. A fancy politician and a Jedi get together after the Jedi is assigned as the politician’s bodyguard. The first time they see each other in over a decade the guy’s first words are basically “damn girl you’re still hot”, there is Conflict(TM) and the choice to try and be together or stay yearningly apart because they are Forbidden(TM) to be together, and ultimately a Sith Lord fucks them both over because he’s obsessed with the Jedi and uses Politician Lady to his advantage, finds and exploits a vulnerability of hers, destroys her life’s work, and then lets her die to make Jedi Man sad. The difference is all that one pair said “yeah we aren’t gonna break the rules to be together” and the other said “fuck it yeah we are, let’s do this”

But beneath all of that, they real similarities are different and not at all focused on by the narrative. Obi Wan and Anakin are extremely different people, as are Padmé and Satine, so their relationship dynamics together will not be the same. You want to try and compare Obi Wan and Anakin and then compare Satine and Padmé like the crew attempts to, and you can’t, they have the same job but not nearly the same life. Namely, the funny coincidence is that Obi Wan and Padmé are much more similar in personality, while Anakin and Satine are also much more similar in personality, so the first time they meet again, it’s both Anakin and Satine as the one who’s been pining for over a decade and the one more actively pursuing the relationship, while Obi Wan and Padmé who are more like “uh, hi, wow, you’re hot and this is a Problem because I have a job to do pls don’t look at me like that but also I will Cause Problems On Purpose and flirt with you anyway because I can’t help it”. I get the Corruption TCW ep with Sati and Pads was mostly intended just to help Satine pass the Bechdel test and also show how similar the two leading lady love interests are, but it was a genuinely creative episode that actually ended up showing how much Satine and Padmé compliment each other instead of mirroring each other, much like Obi Wan and Anakin do.

And, onto my next point, despite the character parallels being wrong, the parallels in the relationship are different too. Like I said, the parallel isn’t that Obi Wan and Satine aren’t attached like Anakin and Padmé are. The parallel is that Obitine is actively running from what that attachment means instead of embracing it like Anidala is. The show would argue that since they try to avoid it, that they are able to live without one another, means they aren’t attached like the Jedi define it, but I argue that they definitely still are attached to a degree because they cannot give each other up. They held torches for each other from a timerange of 15 YEARS. Yes I know they spent an entire year together at a young and emotionally volatile point in their lives, but I stand that NO ONE is that hung up on their ex for that long unless there is some serious emotions involved. Anakin was hung up on Padmé for ten years, and that was because Palpatine was constantly bolstering those affections and reminding him of Padmé. Obes and Sati both-- or at least Satine, the show always makes Obi Wan’s feelings for Satine in return much more vague --held on to their feelings for five years longer without the influence of a Sith Lord.

And the thing is, they know it. Obi Wan and Satine are both fully aware that they haven’t been able to shake each other off like they should and that that is a Problem, that’s why they’re both a mite venomous with each other beneath the flirting at first, they’re both extremely frustrated with themselves for not being able to get over this thing they have, and frustrated with the other for being there as an active temptation.

And yet, they still are attached to each other. They try to avoid it, they definitely try, and that’s what makes them different from Anidala, but they are definitely still attached. You can see it in Obi Wan’s actions in Voyage of Temptation when Merrik is threatening to blow the ship, the way he hesitates in attacking him because that would be “striking an unarmed man”. Obi Wan Kenobi does not prefer violence, no, but he has never hesitated to cut a bitch before if it’s for the good of the many. This is the man who stabbed someone with a fork and threatened to eat him just to maintain his cover as a dangerous criminal. This is the guy who had no problem killing Zam Wessel for information to protect Padmé. This is a pragmatist who prefers peaceful solutions, but he does not hesitate if he feels it is a justified offense. But this time, when an entire shipful of people is at risk, Obi Wan hesitates. Because he doesn’t want to upset Satine. Because he’s probably thinking on how she told him that if he had killed the last terrorist they encountered, she wouldn’t speak to him, how she had criticized every time he used violence to escape Death Watch before. He hesitates because he’s putting her happiness, just for a second, over the sake of duty. Do I think that if Anakin hadn’t shown up to save their moral compasses, Obi Wan would have eventually taken out Merrik? Absolutely; hell, I honestly think Satine might have done it.

But the matter was, Merrik could have pressed the kill switch any second of Obi Wan’s hesitation, and Obi Wan knew that, and was hesitating anyway.

I am calling this attachment solely because if the situation was reversed, if this was Anakin and Padmé in this situation, with Anakin not taking out a dangerous criminal because he doesn’t want to upset Padmé (lol ignoring the fact that Pads 1000% would have shot that bitch, and even if she didn’t, Anakin would because he is perfectly fine with hurting his loved ones’ feelings if he feels it’ll keep them safe), god, the narrative would have eaten Anakin alive.

No, I won’t take criticism. I know how the show handles the Anidala dynamic. It would have shown Obi Wan popping up to take out the baddie as him doing the right thing and saving the day, and then Anakin would have been shamed for letting his feelings for his wife get in the way of protecting a shipful of people. THAT would be the Vader foreshadowing, none of this “only a cold-blooded killer” shit, no way would they ever stick that label on Obi Wan.

So yeah, I’m going off of the fact that if that would have been classified as attachment for Anidala-- which, it would, then. it counts for Obitine.

And then Obi Wan and Satine continue to be hung up on each other for the rest of the eps they’re in, Satine saying in words multiple times how much she loves and cares about him and wishes things could be different, and Obi Wan performing it in actions, risking his own neck and political standing to help her even when she’s a fugitive, probably personally putting in to send his own grandpadawan to help her later. Right up to the time when Satine decides that she is going to call Obi Wan when she is deposed. Not the Senate. Not any powerful politician friends. Not even the Jedi Order or the Council as a whole. She calls and addresses her distress call to Obi Wan alone. And Obi Wan, as now revealed to us by TCW S7, defies Council orders and breaks a century old neutrality treaty to try and bust her, a convicted murderer in the eyes of the Republic and Mandalore, out. He didn’t even know Maul had her. Just knew she was in danger and came running to her aid. He risks starting a potential war to come save her. They acted so in love that Vizsla was able to guess from being around them for like five seconds, and was able to tell Maul exactly who he would need to bait Obi Wan.

That is where the attachment comes from. It’s the fact that Obi Wan and Satine tried so, so hard to give each other up and do the right thing, but when it came down to it, they couldn’t lose the other one so they put them first when logically they shouldn’t. And thus, Satine ended up dead.

Now I know most people will argue with me that actually Filoni means that since they didn’t stay together after the year on the run, THAT is what makes them able to give each other up, and also the fact that Obi Wan didn’t go dark side and murder everyone when Satine died.

But I still think that at least the murder front is a fairly low bar to cross, and anyway, that just because they could live without each other didn’t mean they weren’t still attached. Anakin and Padmé were apart for 10 years and then even after that, they were apart almost constantly during the war. Just because they could live apart or even past the other’s death didn’t mean they weren’t attached, as they both still had not let the other go mentally and also broke rules to try and ensure the other would not die, even if the rules said they should let it happen.

So yeah, that’s my big theory. We can’t compare Obitine with Anidala by saying Obitine was a success story, we compare them by acknowledging that both struggled with attachments and letting the other go, but Obitine at least tried to the bitter end to do the right thing while Anidala didn’t really bother, and both ended up with dead women and broken men regardless, and that is the true sad parallel to me.

#ohhhhh my god i really gotta learn how to shut up lol #thanks anon! told ya it was long!#ask #asks #when we were young #star-crossed lovers #our only ho #peace out #one (1) hot mess #queen of my heart #anon

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boogiewrites · 4 years

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No.9: The Body

Chapter Two

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Eve, once a rebellious runaway had turned her life around through the help of others to now be a doctor. She tries to return the favor these days. When a mysterious man keeps popping up in her life, what will her natural talent for healing become when it finally meets someone else with abilities like hers? Diego begins to suspect there’s something amiss with the doctor that’s been helping him...

Warnings/Tags: Injury/Blood/Medical. Nothing too graphic. Banter. Some KLAUS!

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Another evening to herself, as per usual, this time she’d taken the initiative to reheat her leftovers instead of stuffing them cold into her face in front of the fridge. With headphones in, she bobbed, moving loosely around the kitchen without a care. This is probably why the sudden appearance of the same stranger, if you could even call him that at this point, threw her entirely off track as she launched the spatula in her hand to his bent figure, holding himself up on her kitchen counter.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Eve yells and she stumbles back against the opposite counter, headphone dangling around her neck as she fumbles blindly into a nearby drawer for a knife out of panic, “WHY ARE YOU IN MY APARTMENT? WAIT...HOW?”

“Ow.” is his response as his nose streams a tiny bit of blood into his facial hair.

“Sorry but I'll do it again if you try anything!”

“It’s ME!” he says clearly showing his face and motioning up and down to himself.

“That’s a little vague don’t you think?” she says back loudly, eyes still clearly wild.

“Sorry I- just needed help. I’m not gonna hurt you. I...kinda can’t right now.” he groans and she sees the blood covering most of his stomach now.

“Oh, shit, dude why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

“Well, you weren’t there were you?”

“Fuck’s sake,” she says holding her hand to her chest to feel her heart racing as she tried to calm down. She takes a deep breath, switching off the stovetop as she approached him. “You couldn’t have knocked?”

“Not really my thing…:”

“Neither is common sense it seems,” she mumbles and he grunts as she tries to examine him. “How did you know where I live?” she narrows her eyes at him. He was covered in sweat and clearly in a lot of pain from his pale face.

“Followed you.”

“Why were you following me?”

“You're the only real doctor I can trust. I needed your help didn’t I?” he sighs and slouches again, raising his shirt up to show multiple chunks missing.

“You need help alright. Shit…” she says moving to find her gloves in a cabinet. “Go...get in the bathtub, I’ll treat you there. Let me grab you some clothes.”

Only a nod and grunt in response as he headed into the bathroom.

She hands a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt that’ll easily fit him into the bathroom. “Leave your shirt off.” she says as she grabs her supply bag.

“I get that a lot.”

She lets a smile show as the door blocks their view of each other. He was a smart ass even in the middle of pain. She could relate to that. “I’m sure you do. Now let me know when I can come in.” A grunt serves as an answer and she enters, moving to help him and make as small of a mess as possible. An understanding of quiet rests between them as she works.

“NNGH--” he groans and bares his teeth as she digs to pull a slug out of his side. The damage was worse than she thought once she got closer. He hears the clatter of bullet pieces hit the metal bowl she has on the toilet next to the tub.

“Okay, Champ. You’re taking the pain well, the pills will kick in in a little bit.” She says sympathetically.

“You’re... good at this y’know.” he gives her a nod as she sews him up, a gentle touch despite being stabbed with a needle repeatedly.

“I’d hope so.” she lets out a huff of a laugh. “Thanks.” she offers up in politeness as they settle into a comfortable back and forth, the tension from before now gone as she was focused. AS she finished, she says, “I was wondering…?”

“Mmm?”

“Whats the bat cave-like? Does Bruce let you play with the toys?”

“Ha.” he gives in a deadpan delivery. “Very funny.” sarcastic heavy as always in their tone, but he actually meant it.

“Alright. That’s got you sewed up. This could’ve gone south really fast. Y’know.” she says with more concern in her voice. “Since I keep saving you...can I know your name now? In case you kill me, at least my ghost can try to solve the crime from behind grave. That seems like a pretty cool afterlife.”

“Yeah, I’d watch that show.” He gives a grimace that was mean to be a smile. “I’m not gonna kill you,” he says defensively. “...M’Diego.” he sighs outs as she helps him stand. He already felt... better somehow. Maybe it was the pills.

“Oh, a little crime fighter like those kids in the 90’s huh?”

“Yeah..” he groans and averts his eyes.

“Sorry.” she chuckles. “You’re the only Diego I’ve ever met. Bad comparison?” she offers, nos wiping his face off with a cool cloth and he’s caught off guard by her closeness in his low blood leveled state.

“Nah he’s… okay, I guess,” he mumbles.

“I’ll clean this up, you go chill on the couch and I’ll be there in a second okay?”

“Kay.” He weakly answers. As soon as she turns on the showerhead to wash out the blood, he stumbles as he tries to support himself and she catches him.

“You are hurt bad aren’t you?” She says with real concern in her eyes and she helps him to the couch despite his weak protests to the contrary. “Here.” she says helping him with his shirt then laying a blanket around his shoulders. “So...Diego…” she says, hands on her hips. “Tell me…” she pauses as he settles. “...do you like Chinese food?”

“Not where I thought you were going with that…”

“Well do you? You wanna eat?” she asks again moving into the kitchen.

“Weirdly, yeah.” he answers, eyes following her as she moved to go back to her former task of reheating food.

“This will help you deal with those pain pills easier. Soak it up a bit, instead of a straight shot of it.” she continues to feel him staring into her back as she moves around.

“Uh...thanks,” he says softly as she sits next to him on the couch.

“I’ll bill you later.”

He gives a tired smile and resituates to eat.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood. I would keep you for observation if we were at the hospital.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gunshots are no joke. You’re lucky it didn’t nick your intestines.”

“That’s me... lucky.”

“Seems so…” she mumbles before pushing more noodles in her mouth. She watches him eat, good appetite for just getting shot, that was for sure.

“Not bad.” he says with a mouthful and a glassy look in his eyes that makes her chuckle.

“Help yourself if you want more. I have to get some sleep.” she stands and takes her plate with her.

“Oh, okay..well..uh...thanks..again.”

“Nah, nah, champ.” she says, a single hand keeping him on the couch.”You’re staying here. Because I don’t want you dying out there, alright?”

“I actually feel pretty g-”

“It’s the medication talking, you need to rest. But know...There are no weapons in this room but I have a gun in my bedroom and if you try anything I will not hesitate to use it.”

“Yes ma’am.” he nods and gives an almost cocky smile.

“Good.” she nods. “I have work and I’ll be up around 3, there are blankets and pillows all over in here, you’ll be able to get comfortable, just try not to bleed all over the couch if you can help it.”

“I’ll do my best... and if I think I’m dying?”

“Try to let me know so you don’t ruin the furniture please.”

He grins and gives an understanding nod. “I think I'll be fine.” he says through a yawn.

“Time’ll tell.” She stands one the doorway to her bedroom. “Night Diego. Don’t make me regret my hospitality.”

“I haven’t yet have I?”

“Jury’s still out. Get some rest.”

He waves a dismissive hand to her as he lays down on the couch. He seriously did feel better. Better than he should, he thought. But he was tired, and quickly that became his main focus. --------------

A tired but becoming more alert by the second Eve wafting her tea in front of Diego’s sleeping face. He looked almost childish despite the heavy 5 o clock shadow. His strong cheek and jaw gave an almost round appearance to his face. The smoosh of his cheek definitely didn’t hurt him looking less threatening.

“Diego.” She whispers as he begins to twitch. “Tea?”

“What’s..” he begins and quickly stops, looking around the room. “Oh. Uh, yeah.” He clears his throat and without much pain dramatization, he sat up and rubbed his face, taking the mug.

She sits with her mug clasped between her hands, on the other end of the couch

“This...what is this? It’s not good.”

She chuckles and looks his way.” It’s black breakfast tea. It has a little caffeine. Thought you could use it.”

He nods and looks into the mug, brow low but she couldn’t tell if it was from sleep or thinking.

“I’m gonna be leaving soon. If you don’t feel up to it, you don’t have to go. Since you can clearly break-in I figure there’s no point in telling you you have to leave.” She sips. “But I would request you don’t steal my stuff.”

“I’m not gonna steal anything.” he sleepily insists.

“I appreciate it.” They sit as she enjoys her tea and the low noise from outside, the crossing of people just going to bed late, and others riding early are all that fills the quiet apartment.

“You’re a Doctor…”

“Uh huh.” She looks his way a bit confused at the sudden obvious statement

“You don’t act like any doctor I’ve known before. They’re usually dicks.”

“I try hard not to be a dick. So I’ll take that as a compliment”

“I mean, it was I guess. But you’re smart right? You gotta be to know all the...doctor stuff right?”

“Yes, college, med school, internships, residencies...did it all. I like to entertain the idea that I’m smart, yeah.”

“But...you’re being like… really, nice.” There's a Pause as she sees this as a rhetorical statement. “I mean you lied to the cops to help me.” He grins a bit and looks her way, breaking his thoughtful stare into nothing. “Why?”

She considers it a moment, looks twitching as she takes another drink. “I think...you remind me of me.” She answers and it’s one he didn’t expect. “I’ve been… maybe not in the same circumstances as you but I’ve at least been through some of the same consequences you have it seems. I’ve been injured and on the run. I would’ve really liked it if someone had given me the benefit of the doubt back then. So... I try to believe the best in people because that’s what I needed too.” It was an honest and heartfelt answer.

“You’ve been shot?”

“Shot AT.”

“But stabbed?”

“Stabbed? Yes.”

“What were you into? Tattoos make me think gang but none are from any I know.”

“I had some gang-related ones but I was never really, IN one ya know? I’ve got them covered up. It’s been a while since I’ve been that girl.”

“Seems like you’re still her to me.”

“How's that?”

“Wanted criminal hiding out and getting patched up in your apartment. You’re an accessory at least. Lying to the cops. Seems like you’re still her.” He picks at her but she doesn’t feel like he’s being judgemental. Not that he had the right to be.

“Yeah or maybe I’m just bad at making good decisions. Book sense and no common sense.”

“Nah. You’re plenty smart.”

“Thanks.” A calm smile is Shared briefly before they go back to their tea. “Can I ask you personal questions now?” She means his way slightly.

“Shoot.”

“What do you do that keeps you getting hurt?”

“That is personal.”

“Well if you’ve done it this time and you’ve been in my ER twice, chances are you’re going to be interrupting my evening again, Hmm?”

“You are smart.”

“So for not just my safety, but also so I can effectively deny and deflect for either of us, can I know? I’m also plain old nosey at this point.”

“That’s… you’ve got a fair point.” He shrugs. “I’m a… private eye. Investigator.”

“I’ve not had one PI come in with injuries like yours.”

“Maybe I’m just a really good one and they aren’t.”

This makes her let out a laugh. “How could I have not considered that?” She rolls her eyes. “Are you a hitman? Because you dress like one. That or one hood away from a gimp.”

“Hey. My leather is NICE alright? Functional, stylish. Let’s people know what I’m about.”

“Wouldn’t a PI want to blend in?”

“Not one like me.”

“So you’re… self-employed? I don’t want to be involved in any government level bullshit alright?”

“Yeah people come to me when they need things… looked into.”

“You really sound like a hitman.”

“A vigilante. I’m the good guy. I help people with bad guys. Kay? I don’t go out looking to kill people.”

“They're certainly looking to kill you though.” She offers with an upturned hand as she rises.

“Yeah, the industry Christmas parties are real awkward.”

“Is the game always “dirty Santa” every year?”

He gives a small huff of amusement her way. “Yeah, sure.”

“So Diego… Let’s see those bandages.” She claps her hands.

“You could just ask for me to take off my shirt you don’t have to make excuses.” He smirks.

She ignores him as she’s getting the feeling this is just part of his personality. “There’s no blood somehow so don’t touch them 'til tonight okay? Don’t get them wet. Re bandage after a shower okay? You healed up from last time nice so you clearly know how to handle aftercare for wounds.”

“Oh yeah. I’m a professional.”

“For both of our sakes, I hope so.” She tugs his shirt back into place.

—

After she left, Diego was left alone and his curiosity got the better of him. Not liked he tried to fight the urge to go through Eve’s stuff in her absence, old habits die hard. —------- With his bloody clothes in tow, Diego makes his way to the apartment over the gym he and Luther now owned together. He’d bought out his old haunt, they met with branding people Allison suggested and he’d hated it all. He just wanted a place to train. Luther was thinking more business and long term, stability. Things Diego didn’t spend much time considering.

“Why are you in my apartment?” He barks out as Klaus sits with his feet up on Diego’s coffee table.

“I could ask you why you WERENT in your apartment.” He looks him over, piecing the story together. “You didn’t come back after a job, but you don’t look hurt, and you’re wearing...not your own clothes. But definitely no sex because you don’t have that puppy look in your eyes.”

“HEY! Stop acting like you know everything...and I don’t look like a puppy.”

“Yeah, that’s a definite no on the one-night stand option.”

He begins to throw Eve’s unisex clothing items off as he heads towards the shower.

“Diego? Have you ever done a… Fun Run for children’s charity before?”

“What the-? No, why?”

“Then why does your shirt claim otherwise?” Klaus holds up the old participation shirt Diego had been wearing.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn nosey. Why are you even here?”

“Five wanted a meeting tonight.”

“Ugh! Why?”

“Oh, you know him...probably something apocalyptic.”

“We agreed to no jokes about that. I get fuckin….it bothers me, man.”

“Alright, I don’t know why. He’s been very up his own ass the past few days.”

“When is he not?”

“Some people like it up the ass Diego. Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“I believe I’ve been told no but I couldn’t really hear them over my talking.”

“What do you WANT?”

“To know where you were.”

“I was busy.” he flatly answers.

“And with what, pray tell?”

“The takedown went sideways. I got shot. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Look at that almost.. 2 and a half pack there.” Klaus points to Diego’s torso with fresh pink scars he assumed were far older and that his brother was, once again, is full of shit. “You seem to be doing just fine now.”

“Yeah...that’s kinda why I was gone.” Diego lets his hands run over the healed wounds on his stomach.

“Where’d you even get shot? I don’t see anything but reminders of your shortcomings.” He tickles at a scar on Diego’s side.

“Quit it.” He slaps Klaus’ hands away. “I got shot last night. Here. Like I said, and you would’ve heard that if you were listening.”

“I think someone got rufied and they’re too scared to admit it. It happens to the best of us b-“

“No. I know what I’m talking about! It was here. Now it’s healed.”

Klaus blinks thoughtfully at the spot his brother is furiously pointing to. “Where the fuck is it then?” he asks with a hand on his hip.

“There’s this doctor-”

“Pretty good fuckin’ doctor!”

“Right?! It’s happened twice now! I didn’t know if I was losin’ it or what the first time. But this healed even faster this time.”

“So we talkin’...aliens? Medical science experiments on the public?”

“That’s where I went to first-” he says seriously and Klaus rolls his eyes. “But she’s-”

“Oh SHE?” he asks rhetorically in surprise. “Nice. Girl power." he holds up an ignored fist of solidarity.

Diego continues as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “I’ve checked her out man-”

“Bet ya have…” Klaus mutters.

“...she’s... normal. I can’t find shit on her.”

“Well as normal as having healing powers goes…”

Diego’s eyes shoot wide to his brothers whose body language of casual contemplation is opposite of Deigo’s.

“You think she..?”

“At this point, why the fuck not? I mean with…” he clears his throat as the delicate subject of Lila comes up. “She who will not be named... she had them... we didn’t know about her. Stranger things have happened.”

“Nah she’s not..” he begins but Klaus quickly sees the wheels turning in his brother's darting eyes.

“Is she not?” he offers with squinted eyes. “I mean if you’d done your detective work as well as you say you have-”

“I HAVE!”

“Then it seems as if it’s one of the more plausible options out of the bunch, hmmm?”

Diego says nothing but considers the advice. “I need to find out...but how.” a bit of an overdramatic delivery in Klaus’s opinion of the cliche line, but he answered with his usual cautiously optimistic tone when he gave this particular sibling advice. He was such a sensitive boy, after all, under all that leather.

“I have this wild idea... now here me out... but what if you...ya with me still? Good. Now, what if you… just ask her.” he delivers with a swing of his hand.

“Oh, hey!” Diego mocks the plan. “Yeah, do you happen to have superpowers?” he stops his mocking tone. “Because that would go SO well.”

“Ya either do somethin’ or ya don’t Diego. I’m overdue for a good sweat and this vibe you’re bringing in my space-”

“This is MY apartment!” he shouts.

“..my personal, space, is far too uptight for my brand right now so I’m gonna leave.”

“Good! That's what I’ve wanted this whole time. Thank you!”

“No problem, babe. You know I’d do anything for you, right?” he leans against the door frame with batting eyes only to add a bit more red onto the annoyed man’s face.

Diego reaches for the nearest object, “GetOutYouLittle-UNG!” he grunts as he throws it at Klaus’ head it’s caught with the door as he rushed it shut.

@jaegeeeeer @s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves fanfic #diego hargreeves fic #diego hargreeves fan fiction #david castenada #tua #The Umbrella Academy #tua fandom #tua fic #tua fanfic

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Undercover - Chapter 15 (A LokixRaven AU)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Violence, Language, Murder, Confessions, Loki’s catching feelings, Ravens catching feelings.

Chapter 15

Raven’s P.O.V

Upon returning to the palace, Loki and I seemed a lot closer. He had spent little time with the others since we’d gotten back. He seemed to only want to spend time with me. Most nights we had dinner together before returning to my quarters. He still didn’t spend the night, however. There was still one more hurdle, one more wall for me to break down. Something was holding him back, something from his past. Once I got through to him...I’d have to let SHIELD take him in. Even if the thought of handing him over, betraying him seemed harder.

Loki’s company was enjoyable. He was kind, handsome, sweet, thoughtful and good in bed, which was always a bonus. I think I was falling for him, even if none of it was real. It was all a fantasy, but it was the perfect fantasy. One I would happily get lost in. In his palace I could pretend that the ruin of New York didn’t exist, that he hadn’t taken my planet by force, that he wasn’t a murderer or a liar. I could pretend that I wasn’t an agent sent to take him down.

Loki had asked me to meet him at the throne room a little after lunch. His day was busy, full of meetings, and this was the only free hour he could spare for me. Making my way through the golden halls, I paused outside the throne room. The cracks in the door showed bursts of light, and inside I could hear some sort of commotion. Loki needed me. Throwing open the doors, I ran inside.

The room had erupted in complete chaos. Loki was fighting off three men and a woman. They were dressed in similar armour to Loki, only the colours they donned were red or blue. And there was more than one Loki in the room as well. Like he’d cloned himself. He used magic, so it was more likely than I had originally thought. It was something to question later. Right now, I needed to help. But I was only effective in a fight when I used my abilities, and I’d worked so hard to hide them from him.

But Loki could only fight them off with clones for so long. Some of them were already vanishing. I looked around for some sort of weapon. The Chutari guards lay on the floor, dead. Running to one of them, I pulled free the long blade from its grip. Now I wasn’t completely useless. The closest target was the tall blonde male, his armour silver and blue. He was distracted by two clones, so he didn’t see my attack until it was almost too late. But my goal was not to kill.

I refused to take another life when I had already taken so many before. Another thing Loki couldn’t find out about me. My blade clashed with the blonde’s sword. He seemed surprised. After all, to him I was nothing more than a slave. “So, he’s getting his slaves to fight his battles now?” He asked rhetorically. Growling, I shoved him back and went for his side where I knew there would be a gap in his armour. Blocking my next attack, he spun round and back, putting space between us.

It was clear that I was outmatched. I wouldn’t be able to beat him or any of them like this. The blonde advanced on me, slashing downwards. I blocked in time, but he forced both our blades down. My own blade inched closer to my throat, and we both knew I wasn’t strong enough to resist much longer. Taking a cheap shot, I drew my leg back and kicked him hard in the balls. He fell to his knees, making a choked sound. He wouldn’t be down for too long, so I kicked him again, getting him straight in the jaw and knocking him out.

Loki fought off the largest of the men and our eyes met. Worry was evident on his face and he tried to make his way over to me, but another male blocked his path, the shortest of the three. Instead, he conjured another clone before me; the clone taking me by the arm and dragging me to the door. “You have to let me help you, you can’t fight them alone,” I protested. “When you came here, I promised to keep you safe. Do not argue. If you want to help, you can get me reinforcements.”

As we reached the door, the clone stopped and faded as it had been stabbed through the chest. Before me stood a woman with black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore silver and red armour. Weaponless, I raised my hands to show I was no threat. I’d hoped she’d let me go, but she’d clearly overheard the previous conversation and she took me as a hostage. Standing behind me, she pressed her blade to my throat and forced me to walk forward with her. My hands balled into fists, anger coursing through me as she threatened my life, as she made me feel helpless.

“Loki, stop your sorcery now or I’ll slit her throat,” the female shouted above the noise. In an instant the clones faded, the room falling silent. Loki didn’t lower his sceptre, still on the defence. “Let her go Sif, she’s innocent in all this,” Loki demanded. Sif only tightened her grip on me, refusing to give into his demands. I hated the feel of the blade pressed against my skin; it had been something I’d never wanted to feel again. And Loki knew that.

“Just let her go. Please,” Loki tried again. “You care for a Midgardian? After lecturing your brother for doing the same?!” Sif exclaimed. His brother? These people must be from Loki’s home planet and must have known both of them well. “You will return to Asgard where Odin will punish you for your crimes. You will let these people and their planet go,” Sif continued. There was a flicker of fear from Loki at the mention of Odin. Whoever he was. Loki considered his options, glancing at the two men who were ready to spring into action again should he try anything.

Sif nicked my skin with the blade as if to prove she wasn’t bluffing. I winced at the sting, feeling blood droplets run down my neck. With tears in my eyes, I felt like I now had no other choice. Grabbing the blade, I used my abilities for the first time in years. Conjuring fire, the blade soon heated up and Sif dropped it with a hiss. Now free, I spun, so I was facing her, hurling more fire at her. Sif retreated, screeching as her skin was scorched. But I didn’t stop there, I kept going until she was silent and still. Dead. As the other two sprang into action, I used my telekinesis to stop the large one mid-air. Loki used his sceptre and fired an energy bolt at the shortest one.

“Take your friend and leave!” I demanded, motioning to the knocked-out blonde. Throwing the larger one to the floor, I kept my hands raised, ready to use more of my abilities if need be. Loki remained by my side, also on the defensive. The larger man threw the blonde over his shoulder and in a flash of rainbow-coloured light the three men vanished. My whole body relaxed as the threat left, tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt exhausted, Loki’s gaze on me the entire time. Hesitantly, he reached out for me, saying my name softly.

I felt awful and exposed, shying away from his touch. I’d killed someone for him. Now I was in deep, probably too deep. Fury couldn’t find out. I’d probably be fired or worse. Loki placed a hand on my shoulder to try to comfort me again. “Raven you acted in self-defence, you did nothing wrong,” he spoke softly. “I killed someone! Who were those people anyway?! Why were they here?!” I asked. Loki sighed, as If this were difficult for him. Folding my arms over my chest, I stood there giving him an expectant look. “I’ll tell you everything, just not here. Besides, it seems you have things of your own to tell me,” he added.

Scoffing, I stormed to my quarters, Loki following closely behind. Once inside, he closed the door behind us and we both waited to see who would talk first. Although with the look on my face Loki caved in first. Sitting on the edge of my bed, he patted the spot next to him. I gave into his request, still coming to terms with what I had done. Sitting down would be a good idea. Loki took my hand in his and turned to me, but couldn’t quite meet my gaze.

“The truth is...I never wanted your planet in the first place. I only ever wanted a chance at equality. As...the second born that means my brother was first in line for the throne. I never had a chance, what with Asgardians having such a long-life span. By the time my brother would have passed, he would have had heirs to take his place.” “Thor?” “Yes. Our father always made it very clear which son he favoured more, which son he deemed worthy of the kingdom, the throne, even that stupid hammer.”

Part of this I already knew. I knew about Thor and Mjolnir, but Loki couldn’t know that. Besides, I’d only met Thor on one occasion and whilst he’d been kind, he was too boisterous for my liking. So it seemed Loki had daddy issues like I did. And rightfully so. Regardless of first borns and second borns, parents should always treat their children the same. I could see years of not feeling good enough and likely being told so would cause Loki to lash out like this. Yet the other part of me didn’t like that I was sympathizing with him. He didn’t deserve my sympathy when it was on me to bring him to justice. Yet I felt there was still something he was holding back from telling me. I wanted to push, but I wasn’t exactly in a position to do so.

“Thor was banished from the realm, stripped of his titles and powers for almost starting a war between Asgard and Jotunheim. I thought if I destroyed Jotunheim that I would be protecting Asgard and the kingdom. But apparently not. Even when Thor was the one who started it all, I was still the one who had to suffer the consequences, and he was hailed as a hero. I fell through a black hole, expecting to die so I wouldn’t have to see the disappointment on my father’s face anymore. But instead Thanos found me. Tortured me until I agreed to find the tesseract for him.” Loki continued to explain.

Whilst I didn’t approve of genocide, I could understand the need to prove his worth. The need to feel in control and good enough. Loki still refused to meet my gaze, his grip on my hand lose as if ready for me to recoil from him. Instead, I squeezed his hand to reassure him it was okay, that I understood. Because I did. “I know what it’s like to want to prove your worth to others and yourself. I know what it’s like when the thoughts of never being good enough eats you up inside,” I spoke softly. Telling him seemed easier now, I knew he would be accepting. A part of me wondered how many people he had told his story to. And if he really didn’t want this planet, then maybe I could convince him to let it go before SHEILD could bring him in.

“I was born with the ability of flight. I had these beautiful wings, something that made me feel special as a kid. The night I killed my father…he…he broke my wings. After having them taken away from me, I was so angry, I wasn’t special or beautiful anymore. I hunted down other people like me, took what made them special. Eventually it had to stop when an organization got involved, one that locked up people with abilities,” I explained. If it wasn’t for SHEILD, I still would have been stuck in a cell on suppressants. I owed them my life. And this mission was my way of wiping that debt. If I failed, they’d probably send me back, and I’d never see the light of day again. I had to turn Loki in, no matter how I felt for him.

Loki listened silently, not an ounce of judgement on his face. Cupping my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me softly. Pressing his forehead to mine, his thumb stroked across my cheek tenderly. “I promised you before that I would keep you safe and that still stands. Nothing will change that.” He spoke. Swallowing thickly, I did my best to fight off tears. He didn’t deserve this; he didn’t deserve to be lied to. But I couldn’t tell him for the fear of being executed like Agent Collins. “Meet me tomorrow night after dinner at my quarters,” Loki continued.

His quarters? None of the slaves had set foot in his quarters before. And I wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity. I nodded and forced a soft smile to say I’d be there. He kissed me once more, happy with my answer. “Will you show me these other abilities that you’ve acquired?” He asked, curiously. I had used none of my abilities for so long out of fear. But here, with Loki, I had nothing to be afraid of. Smirking, I responded, “I thought you would never ask.”

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @therealityhelix, @darkprincessloki92, @skulliebythesea, @fizzyxcustard, @myownviperroom, @jana-banana-fana

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phoebehalliwell · 3 years

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If someone wants to start writing a next gen fic, where would be the best place for them to start in writing the characters with less discernable personalities? Like rewatching parts of the show or looking at comics or other fics?

i mean,,,, okay. so like. so here’s the thing with the next gen (& why i love writing them so much) is like they’re all basically ocs. like even wyatt & chris still have a lot of wiggle room bc wyatt barely got a personality and the chris we saw grew up in the dark future surrounded by like death and destruction, so like any modern / normal / altered future chris will end up being different than the one we saw. so like. my first piece of advice is to stop thinking of them as children of the charmed ones and start thinking of them as your own characters, because that’s basically what they’re gonna be. so that being said: here’s some advice on building characters in general:

a) media is always a great piece to start. you can rewatch charmed, or if there are fics you really like, you can read those, but i would recommend going even beyond that. this is kind of a two parter bc the first thing i’d recommend is like rewatching shows (or rereading books!) with your favorite characters, and then like dissecting what exactly it is you like about them. what about them makes them your favorite, what about them ranks them above everybody else in your mind? and just start like earmarking certain traits and sort of keep them in a reserve bank in your mind to dole out later. the second part is more of a worldbuilding thing if you’re unsure what to do about characters with magic (either gained or raised with). watch and/or read things that have environments similar to what you’re shooting for. note what you like about it. note what you don’t like about it, then do a little introspection as to why you don’t like it. if you find yourself falling into a similar pitfall in your own work, trying pumping the breaks and taking a step back. don’t think about how you are going to fix your own world, think about how you’d fix that part of that show you didn’t like. i think it’s easier to diagnose breakdown and repair these issues if you’re from the outside looking in, bc like, idk, it just is. whatever solution you find, see if you can warp that to fix your own issues.

b) introspection. who doesn’t love it. great for life just in general. breakdown how you feel. why you feel that way. best words to describe it. makes life better, but like also makes you a better writer. the more you understand yourself, how you react in certain situations, how you form relationships, etc, the more you can sort of start to deconstruct yourself. so like you have you, and this is how you’d be in a certain situation. but what if you were raised a really powerful witch. how would that change you. you would react differently. would magic still be your go to solution, or would you go for a mortal one? would you be braver with magic, or would you be more scared bc you know what’s out there? you can sorta even build your own flow chart of the different people you’d be and use the little husks you make as the basis for your characters.

c) friends. you like these people. that’s why they’re your friends. and you repay them w ur friendship so ur free to steal some personality traits from them. just a couple. for funsies. & this sorta build off the introspection part bc i’m really expecting u to have enough personalities to fully stock a story that’d be wild. so for a couple core traits, why not borrow from your homies? this also helps with voice. i would go on ahead and Not recommend that you based voice off a fictional character bc you don’t speak with those fictional characters also they’re not real they’re being acted. but if you’re struggling with how a character should sound, how casual how formal how loud how soft how brusque how polite, it can be helpful to just pick someone you know and see if you can hear that dialogue in their voice. if you can’t, adjust, figure out what’s not clicking, take another stab at it. especially when writing, you don’t get actors who go in and make the characters their own with their own unique sound. it is you voicing every single character. so bringing in a couple sidekicks can help you from having a cast of characters that all sound the same

d) final piece of advice: organize things. like the stupid, simple information. the next gen has like nine members in it and that’s just like family. you’re gonna have to put some other people in there, so you’re gonna wanna be able to remember what exactly is what. since it’s charmed, a power graphic organizer will help. the first couple times writing my fic for the life of me i could not remember who had what powers i had to keep the doc open in a separate tab. it’s the same with birthdays and ages just so i can figure out where exactly everyone is in their life. there are certain landmarks in modern society that you sorta wanna get a handle on (i mean, depending where your characters are at). from the youngest to the oldest of the next gen there’s about a decade split, so if you want them all in high school, i mean do it tbh who gives a shit about canon this is just for fun, but like, if you want them all in high school canon compliant that isn’t gonna work. so like. who’s graduate high school? who’s graduated college? who can legally drink? who can legally drive? these are all sort of landmarks that are used to measure growth, so like. where’s everybody at? when’s your story at? if it’s set in october, there’s a two year split between chris and wyatt. if it’s set in november, there’s only a one year age difference. how’s time moving? keeping everything organized in documents just sorta helps you keep your head on straight (and of course things are gonna slip through the cracks but like it’s fanfic man so it doesn’t really matter that much)

#the tl;dr of this is just like #don't go hunting in canon for these character's personalities #make em up yourself #and you know of course we're familiar with their parents so we can guess the environment in which they were raised #but don't like let that box you in to a certain personality #create your character husk #then put them in that environment #and let that shape them #uhh like dinopods in water!!#charmed #next gen #charmed next generation #advice from margaret #💌

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mrs-apocalypse · 4 years

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God I love ur writing style so I trust ur taste: any fic recs? (doesn’t have to be BKDK, but u know

OOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY! HERE WE GO!

Before I start, I want you to know that I tried to tag all the big bad warnings, but PLEASE CHECK TAGS on the fic itself before reading in case I’ve missed anything! Now, my favorite bkdk fics vary a lot. There are, of course, the ones a lot of people know:

Before Midnight by @driftingglass~[Explicit] (28/28) (211K words)

Warnings: -Graphic Depiction of Violence, Underage-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11353440/chapters/25410591

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery. "Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou. (And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Bluebird by EtherealBing ~ [Explicit] (7/7) (53K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11353440/chapters/25410591

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Don’t Set Your Drink Down by @crandberrycrush ~ [Explicit] (21/21) (88K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13868400/chapters/31903419

With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

And then there are the lesser known, but insanely good ones I LOVE:

Twenty-Four by SharkbaitSekki ~ [Teen] (1/1) (15K words)

Warnings: -Graphic Depictions of Violence-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13167162

Izuku gets himself kidnapped, and Katsuki is dragged into it with him as they face villains with particularly terrifying illusion Quirks. It ends up being a living nightmare, but Katsuki can't bring himself to regret following Izuku into it all. Because between the pain and the terror, between the lies and the illusions, between life and death, at least they can always hang onto one another. Even if everything else is fake, they know that they will always be real.

Two Guys and Lots of Fries by hottamale ~ [Explicit] (1/1) (3K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17421971

“Ten Guys! I wanna go to Ten Guys; they have the best french fries,” he smiled while looking at Katsuki expectantly.Katsuki frowned. “We just passed it though.”“So turn around.”“And waste my gas? Shits expensive Deku.”Izuku breathed in, held his breath for a moment, and let it back out. He put a hand on Katsuki’s bicep and blinked up at him, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “Please? I’ll make it up to you.”

And the classics like:

Indestructible (Emotionally Speaking, That Is) by iknewaman ~ [Explicit] (1/1) (8.8K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13314555

“Alright, buddy,” Katsuki says, swatting at the weeping guy with the broom. “Time to clear out.”--AU where Bakugou works at the cinema and Izuku is the cinema-goer who keeps coming in to cry at sad movies

~And then there are the non-BNHA fics I ADORE~

First, for Mob Psycho:

Butterfly Effect by Frecklefrog ~ [Teen] (17/17) (69K Words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11613168/chapters/26108970

“Go, Mob, melt it!” screeches Reigen, and Mob extends his hand, already coated with the swirling blue discs of his aura. Only-Only he can’t exorcise the spirit, because there isn’t one, and the boy is staring at him with wide blue eyes. His hand is glowing the same yellow as the basket.(in which Teruki meets Mob much, much earlier.)

Then there’s Drarry:

Who We Are In The Shadows by Quicksilvermaid ~ [Explicit] (12/12) (99.7K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21758962/chapters/51913963

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

The Masks of Real Heroes by Aelys_Althea ~ [Explicit] (30/30) (272K words)

Warnings: Rape/Noncon, Child Abuse, Underage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4526436/chapters/10298916

One desperate decision has unimaginable consequences. When Harry received his letter at eleven, he turned down the offer to attend Hogwarts. He had to; it was his only chance to escape. Five years later and, in the brief moments he recalls his decision, he feels nothing but regret. Until an incident causes the opportunity to arise once more, and he is finally given the chance to escape that which has smothered him for so long.

Zukka (Zuko/Sokka from ATLA):

Transference by The_Quartermaster ~ [Mature] (39/39) (146K words)

Warnings: Untagged Rape and Abuse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1064352/chapters/2134852

In a modern AU, Zuko has to deal with settling in a new school after expulsion, dealing with an angry ex and an abusive father. Maybe his new found friendships and growing closeness with Sokka will help him make it through.

Jeanmarco (Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt) from Attack on Titan:

Sweet as Cinnamon by SimplyTsundere ~ [Explicit] (46/46) (226K Words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5843308/chapters/13467421

Wrightvale, Georgia - Sergeant Marco Bodt receives a call about a noise complaint in his own apartment building while on duty. Surprisingly, the call was for the new neighbor that moved in the night before. The door opens to a very intoxicated Jean Kirschtein who mistakes the good officer for the male stripper his friends had hired for his welcome party. Hilarious antics ensue in a tale about how two broken people learn to put the pieces together with one another after life has dealt them a rather unfortunate hand of cards that may or may not come back to haunt."Qui craint de souffrir, il souffre déjà de ce qu’il craint." ~ "He who fears suffering is already suffering that which he fears." Jean de La Fontaine

And lastly, TianShan (Mo Guan Shan x He Tian) from 19 Days:

Always Will by Mestizo ~ [General Audience] (1/1) (777 words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20593730

There are days when he wakes up from another time and then starts to ask him about school, homework, part time jobs. And Mo GuanShan responds as if only a day has passed since their teenage years ended.

Sticking Around by @agapaic ~ [Mature] (2/2) (14K words)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/mynameis152/bookmarks

‘You’re awfully bold lately.’I know, Guan Shan thinks. Love is making me stupid and brave.‘D’you mind?’ he asks. He knows his gestures of affection are hard to win—harder to receive of their own accord. Something—this morning’s epiphany—has made him want to give them more freely. But he was right, earlier: He Tian likes the challenge. Fear stabs at him, precise. Maybe He Tian won’t want him anymore.‘Not in the slightest,’ He Tian replies.

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby by @agapaic ~ [Mature] (7/7) (50K Words)

Warning: Graphic Depiction of Violence

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14886551/chapters/34474985

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again. In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Hush by @agapaic ~ [Explicit] (6/6) (26K words)

Warning: Rape/NonCon, Underage

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8380123/chapters/19198165

He Tian sees something he shouldn’t, and something he almost wishes he hasn’t. He’s never been a very good knight in shining armour.

Honestly, if you’re into 19 Days and TianShan I recommend everything by Agapaic! They’re my favorite writer on AO3~

I hope this gives you an idea of what I read and maybe you find one of your favorites too! Enjoy!

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livlepretre · 3 years

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God I wanna pick at your brain so much. Its made me cry so many times that I don't even mind anymore. Okay, so, which is the strongest character you've come across in books/movies/shows? And what was the moment that you fell in love with Elena as a character? Also, which incident made you disappointed in her within the first 4 seasons, if any? Please humor me. You've made me discover my hidden interviewer... ❤

Pick away! And 💙💙💙your tears are watering the fic, thank you, it needs them to grow

Hmmmm I think I’d have to go with Rand al’Thor from the Wheel of Time book series for the first question (soon to be a tv show if covid ever allows them to finish filming season 1!). Rand’s role in the book series is very much so the “chosen one” storyline, which is terribly fun to read but completely horrific and soul-scouring for him to experience, but what really gets me about his character is the emotional depths that the writer plumbs with him. I tend to gravitate toward stories about depression-- not surprising, I’ve had some serious bouts with it myself over the past 15 years-- and there’s just something about the intimacy of Rand’s emotional portrait as he spirals and burns-- his depression, his trauma and ptsd, the friendships that wither and the ones that turn out to be so profound and deep that they will not abandon him, even at the bitter end, the terrible anxiety and stress and anger and all of those things Rand feels that boil along... really truly awful things happen to Rand, and Rand does really truly awful things himself, but I suppose that what I love the very most, and the reason I’m so often misty-eyed whenever I read about Rand in the later books in the series is that there’s this thread of hope-- sometimes so thin it can be totally overlooked-- that runs through the whole thing. Hope that he will prevail, that he will make it over the finish line. Hope that he can figure out how to be a good man (again?). Hope that he will forgive himself. Rand really embodies the mantra that I told myself so often in my darkest times: when you can’t hold on, hold on-- and I can’t recommend going on that journey with him enough. (also in other news he’s a hero that hits all of my villain kinks so I am L I V I N G for that)

Had to think about this for a bit with Elena-- because the thing is, there were definitely moments where I liked her a lot in season 1-- honestly I usually can’t be compelled to watch a show or read a book unless the main character is my favorite/I at least like them a lot, since, you know, we have to spend most of our time with them-- I really liked her when she slapped Damon during the Halloween party, I really liked her when she drank at the bar with Bree, I really liked her during the whole “steal the grimoire!” and 50′s dance arc. Like I mentioned above, I tend to be really sympathetic to characters who are depressed, and characters who are grieving, so it’s possible I was really predisposed to empathize with her. I think the moment I LOVED her though was in Let The Right One In, when Damon told her to wait in the car and then Elena completely disobeyed him and snuck into the house and saved Stefan herself. That was the first hint that Elena was willing to take HUGE risks, and that she had this uncanny bravery that bordered on suicidal and also it was a stunning display of her loyalty and her love. So, that entire thing just S E N T me.

The disappointed question is really hard, because so long as the writing is good, I tend to really enjoy it when characters do bad or uncomfortable things-- things which in real life of course would have me on the war path, but which I tend to revel in when I’m watching. For example, if I were to try to judge Elena not as a tv show character but as a person, then definitely the whole thing with Damon would be a disappointment-- she should have wanted nothing to do with him after the way he used Caroline in season 1, and of course, the fact that he’s unstable to the nth degree-- but it’s a vampire tv show and so I have always understood the Damon/Elena thing as embodying the storyline of being seduced into darkness/metaphorical death, and yes, it’s terrible terrible terrible, but Elena is pretty much defenseless against it as a young orphan girl with no parents to guide her or offer her support, and no friends truly capable of it because they are also still kids (and because honestly a 26 year old aunt unused to laying down the law is not a sufficient substitute no matter how hard she tries). There’s a narrative reason why Elena is an orphan and it��s to make her vulnerable to Damon (and to Stefan, whom I think is pretty much as bad, he just pretends he isn’t for his own piece of mind). So, even when she falls in love with Damon, I’m not disappointed-- it’s the storyline I was watching and expecting because it’s a vampire tv show and that is what I signed up for. (I would say I was disappointed in the tv show for failing to make it as disturbing as it should have been though)

So I think my only real source of disappointment in Elena is in season 4 onwards when basically she drops Stefan off of her romantic radar as soon as she decides they’re breaking up. This was my biggest problem with TVD in general, and where whatever was holding the increasingly fragile storytelling together really started to fall apart. For years I had chomped at the bit for Delena, but I didn’t want just “Damon and Elena get together and that’s that!” I wanted a reversal of the Stefan/Elena/Damon love triangle wherein Damon and Elena would be together but that tension and longing and understanding with Stefan would still exist and make Delena maybe untenable the way that Stelena had been. The show was really built on the complication of not just having a love triangle with both brothers in love with the unfortunately polyamorous girl, but with the brothers having their own relationship to deal with. The problem with knocking the Stefan/Elena leg off of the triangle is that it just made the Damon/Stefan leg shakier and it made the Damon/Elena leg much more boring than it needed to be.

I guess I do have disappointment in the writing for Elena from the time she is turned into a vampire onward. When she was human, the writers made a huge effort to think of ways to make her a power broker in the group-- she was always negotiating, tricking, daggering, pulling dangerous stunts like slitting her own throat or stabbing herself or falling backwards off of those bleachers in order to trick her adversaries and win. The best thing about Elena was that she had this cunning mind and a ruthless streak that was shockingly cruel and balanced so well against her loving and kind nature. When she became a vampire, they just started having her use super speed and super strength to solve all of her problems instead of having her outwit her opponents and that was dull as dishwater.

Also I’ve mentioned this before but I am dreadfully disappointed in her grasp of history (but that could be the school system’s fault, they jump all over the place in history class without any rhyme or reason as far as I can tell). I die a little bit inside whenever I have to hear her describe 1492!Katerina as “the sweet peasant girl.” Like, I’m sorry, Elena, how does a sweet peasant girl in 1492 find the resources and connections to travel all the way to England to cover up her scandalous pregnancy? It seems more likely that Katherine’s father was a land owner of some wealth or connection, and it frankly just embarrasses me so much to think of Elijah hearing her say this. (like, this isn’t having a problem with the idea of Katherine as a peasant, it’s just that she so obviously wasn’t that it just comes across as so painfully absurd and ignorant and also weirdly belittling of the peasants, like, oh, this sweet peasant girl, so innocent! so naive to the ways of the world! give! me! a! break!)

#anonymous #elena gilbert

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songtoyou · 4 years

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Vulnerable - Prologue

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Fabiola Rossi (OC)

Rating: This story will mostly be rated 18+ as it revolves around a relationship that is Dominant/submissive. For each chapter, I will do my best to rate it accordingly, but please know that the overall story will have very adult themes.

Warnings: None for the prologue.

Word Count: 1,258

Description: Huge “Ransom” Drysdale always thought of himself as a powerful man. With his family’s money and status, Ransom could get away with anything. He had the power and control others would envy. Ransom could get any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. He was always in charge. He commanded attention. And he hated it. Never having a job in his life (thanks to his mother, father, and grandfather always there to supplement his bank account) or any real-life goals, Ransom felt incomplete and directionless. That is until Fabiola Rossi entered his life and turned it completely upside down.

A/N: I have not seen Knives Out. This is an AU of that world. I do not own any of the characters created by Rion Johnson. I have always thought of Ransom as a sub rather than a Dominant and this idea has been on my mind constantly that I needed to write it down. Anything in italics are to represent Ransom’s thoughts. I do not permit any of my fics to be distributed on other sites without my permission.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

What is a dominant-submissive (Dom/sub or D/s) relationship? While a Dom/sub relationship is about power, with one partner dominating the other either physically and/or psychologically, it is also about respect and trust. The dynamic power involved with a Dom/sub bond can entice those seeking to live out their fantasies or elevate a relationship to a whole other level.

Huge “Ransom” Drysdale always thought of himself as a powerful man. With his family’s money and status, Ransom could get away with anything. He had the power and control others would envy. Ransom could get any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. He was always in charge. He commanded attention. And he hated it.

Never having a job in his life (thanks to his mother, father, and grandfather always there to supplement his bank account) or any real-life goals, Ransom felt incomplete and directionless. That is until Fabiola Rossi entered his life and turned it completely upside down.

While attending a party to celebrate the release of Harlan’s latest crime novel, Ransom did his best not to draw attention to himself. He hated his family with a passion. They were truly awful people. Every one of them constantly sucked up to Harlan to maintain in his good graces. It was all to assure they stayed in Harlan’s will. Money. That is what the Thrombey/Drysdale clan cared about. His relatives would stab each other in the back if it meant getting what they felt they were “owed” from Harlan.

In all honesty, Ransom would not be surprised if Harlan left them all with nothing in the end. ‘It’s what we deserve,’ Ransom thought to himself.

Whenever Ransom had to attend one of these events for his grandfather, he decided to be on his best behavior. Ransom was not one to try to make a fool of himself. He had a reputation to protect.

“Ransom,” said a shrill voice next to him.

Ransom rolled his eyes as he turned towards the voice, which belonged to his mother, Linda.

“Come on. We need to get a family picture with your grandfather for the papers,” Linda mentioned as she grabbed Ransom’s arm and proceeded to drag him over to his family.

Groaning and moaning in annoyance, Ransom allowed his mother to manhandle him. The relationship with his mother was sorely lacking in love and affection. Throughout his life, Linda was always too busy creating her empire to spend quality time with her only child. Linda was determined to make a name for herself and gain her father’s approval that she ended up neglecting Ransom and his need for a mother’s love.

Ransom was placed directly behind Harlan, who was already sitting down, and his mother right next to him. It was where Ransom was always placed in family photos as he got older. He never understood why. It was such a renowned and essential placement to be in as it made Ransom look more prominent within his family. Surely, the other members of his family resented the placement since none felt Ransom earned the spot.

According to his uncles, aunts, and cousins, Ransom was a loser. A low-life spoiled playboy who has nothing going on in his world or any accomplishments to account for.

‘Fuck ‘em,’ Ransom told himself as he sneered at his family members.

With the picture taken, Ransom made a move to leave until Harlan reached for his arm and said, “Ransom, please stay for a moment. I want to introduce you to someone very important to me.”

Harlan lead Ransom towards an older man with a much younger woman on his arm.

“Ransom, this is my good friend Charles Van Houten. Charles was my first editor. I would not be where I am today if it were not for this man,” expressed Harlan enthusiastically.

Ransom watched as the two older gentlemen embraced one another in a hug. Ransom's odd sight to see as he never saw his grandfather act overly affectionate with anyone. ‘Except his nursemaid.’

“And who is this lovely exquisite creature, Charles?” asked Harlan regarding the young woman.

“This is Fabiola Rossi. She is an inspiring editor herself. I have taken her under my wing as a mentor,” replied Charles as he wrapped an arm around Fabiola, who just smiled.

‘Bullshit! He’s nailing her!’ Ransom screamed in his head.

Turning towards the arm candy, Ransom took in Fabiola’s appearance. She was gorgeous, that was for sure. With long black hair, a small figure, and short stature, Fabiola did not appear intimidating but rather soft and gentle in her appearance.

“You are in good hands, my dear,” voiced Harlan happily.

“That is what people tell me,” Fabiola spoke up cheerfully.

“Ransom, great seeing you again,” said Charles, finally acknowledge the younger man of the group and shaking his hand, “You still writing those short stories? Your grandfather would rave about your writing to me all the time.”

Ransom was stunned. He never shared his stories with anyone other than Harlan. Hearing that his grandfather praised his work and actually told someone else about them was shocking.

Regaining his composure, Ransom responded, “Not of late, no. I…have other interests at the moment.”

“I tell him all the time that he had the talent to be a really great writer,” expressed Harlan and added, “I do hope you get back to writing again, Ransom. It would be such a waste of your talent if you gave it up completely.”

“You know what…I need a drink. I’ll be back,” Ransom excused himself and headed towards the bar.

“I’m gonna get a refill. You want one?” asked Fabiola to Charles.

“Nah, darling. I’m good,” replied Charles flirtatiously and gave an extra squeeze to Fabiola’s backside.

Turning away, Fabiola rolled her eyes at the older gentlemen she was accompanying and made a beeline for Ransom. He was an interesting character, and he mildly intrigued her. Fabiola could tell that Ransom was putting on a façade in front of all these people.

‘He is bored as Hell with his life. Nothing excites him anymore,’ thought Fabiola.

Waving over the bartender, Fabiola stood next to Ransom and ordered her drink, a Dirty Shirley.

“I can’t wait for this night to be over. How about you?” asked Fabiola.

“All of these events are the same. Same shitty food, same boring people, same watered-down drinks.”

“Bored, Ransom?” Fabiola asked upfront. There was no point in beating around the bush.

Ransom smirked and enquired, “Why you wanna know?”

Taking a sip of her drink, Fabiola let out a little laugh. “Just trying to make polite conversation with someone I just met. That’s all. No hidden agenda here.” Slowly sipping her Dirty Shirley enticingly with a straw, Fabiola stared at Ransom seductively.

Now it was Ransom’s turn to laugh. “Everyone has an agenda, sweetheart. You are either too naïve or too stupid to realize that we live in a very fucked up world.”

“You got some mouth on you. Don’t you Ransom?” Fabiola vocalized as her gaze towards Ransom switched from seductive to hard. She stepped closer to him and whispered in his ear, “I bet a ball gag would fit nicely around those pretty lips of yours.”

Almost spitting out his drink, Ransom was shocked by what she said. He was completely caught off guard at her boldness.

Retrieving her drink, Fabiola bid Ransom goodbye and headed back over to Charles and Harlan as if nothing happened.

Ransom was intrigued by this woman. He was determined to meet Fabiola Rossie after this night.

‘Game on, sweetheart.’

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fan fic #ransom drysdale x ofc

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kinktae · 4 years

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The penultimate part🥺 I’m not ready to say goodbye, Bitchin!Jungkook has definitely been one of my fav characterizations of him that I’ve ever read. Thank you so much for sharing your work with all of us💖

bitchin 9 asks bc i suck

sapphireprinces5 said: bitchin’ pt9 was just so beautiful?? the way you explained the emotions and interactions between the characters was just amazing!! I felt myself hanging on every word wow excited for the end but will miss bitchin’ so much 🤧

Anonymous said: TAEHYUNG AND YARA SIGN ME UP GURL!!!!

Anonymous said: Like I just feel like if Jk really liked y/n he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri, you know? It shouldn’t matter that he didn’t know how y/n felt. And it’s obvious that he has feelings for y/n so I just hope that’s something y/n addresses when she talks to him. Don’t settle for less girl! Get you a man who will fight for you regardless 👏 (btw this is not me criticizing how you wrote it in any way! I’m just so invested in the characters and am thinking about how I would feel in this scenario :) )

Anonymous said: I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN WITH YARA AND TAE I FELT IT SO DEEP IN MY BONES IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM 😭😭😭

Anonymous said: Hi! I just binge read bitchin in a day and can I just say that I loved it! I really love the female characters as well, you’ve written them so beautifully 🥺 if I was y/n I wouldn’t be concerned so much about Jk not sleeping with Kiri if he knew the way y/n felt, but rather the fact that if Jk didn’t want to sleep with Kiri, he wouldn’t have, regardless of y/n’s feelings or not. IMO y/n’s feelings shouldn’t be the issue here, but Jk’s should! If I was y/n’s bff that’s what I would tell her LOL

Anonymous said: OH MY GOODNESS! YES !!!! YESSSSS Y.E.S Muchas graciaaaas!!!

Anonymous said: tae and yara are my new ship)

unknowntalesx said: okay but like tae and yara thooO they got me all smiley being like oh yeah bayyybeEE das what im talking about 😏 ALSO OKAY NOW THAT I AM MORE LUCID KIRI GOT FUCKING WRECKED I LOVED THAT SHE GOT A DOSE OF HER OWN MANIPULATIVE MEDICINE I AM 😤😤😤😤😤

Anonymous said: im not ready for bitchin to end )):

Anonymous said: I SCREAMED WHEN Y/N TOLD KIRI THE TRUTH. YES QUEEN. STAB AND TWIST THE KNIFE!

Anonymous said: ROSE AHHSHSJSKSD FUCK U I’m all hot and bothered with anticipation for pt 10 now 😩😩😩🥵

sydney--chan said: We really stan y/n for using her big ol brain to rock kiris world oh my god I yelled also I say what's your damage all the time bring that shit back

Anonymous said: a tae x yara spin off series or one shot...... haha jk..... unless..... 👀

Anonymous said: Fuck kiri's scheming ass. I'm glad YN ripped her a new one

Anonymous said: AAHHHHHH once again, I love this chapter so much!!!! I was screaming at Yara and Tae part. Seriously!!!! I am SURE she felt that spark when he kissed her. Is she going to be the one falling for the guy while he wants something casual now? Or maybe Tae will fall for her as well? Ahhhh so cute! I feel like that would be a nice spin off yk (no pressure, I swear). And Erik, woah I didn't expect him to be like that. To be so nice and wise. Great character development indeed! It was really nice (1/2)

Anonymous said: To see their interaction and the way he opened her eyes (for some reason I couldn't help but picture him as Namjoon). Ohhh the Kiri part tho!!!! I felt really petty but in the best way lol. Anywaysss I am really excited for the last chapter (really sad too) and I am sure it is going to be the best because you are a genius! Thank you for sharing another amazing chapter with us! ♥♥♥ (2/2)

Anonymous said: OKAY I absolutely adored Bitchin part 9 😻 I always thought that it was also OC fault for what happened between her and jk, he obviously was the main jerk but she never actually admitted her feelings to him and he doesn't read minds so??¿¿? Really loved that she came to understand it. And I was rooting SO MUCH for yara and tae MAN I AM CRYING THEY DESERVE IT 🙌🏻

Anonymous said: you came through with the tae x yara content we all needed omg thank you!! if anyone’s gonna make yara fall in love it’s tae lol

Anonymous said: I honestly lowkey hate bitchin’ jungkook right now. I thought I’d get over it but I just can’t imagine how hurt and disgusted Y/N was when she found out that jk and kiri were together just hours before they were like ugh. It doesn’t help that I’m also really interested in Erik’s character development now so it would’ve been really interesting to see how he’d fit in Y/N’s life. 🥺

Anonymous said: jungkook and y/n wANT what yara and tae have

Anonymous said: TAEYARA YES FINALLY OUR WISHES HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 😍😍

Anonymous said: just want to let you know you’re an absolute angel and all you create is nothing short of perfection. *sends you all of the love*

spring2787 said: I jus came from a 4 hour long class and it's finally here... Thank you so much dear 🎂 💜

Anonymous said: Is yara me ? Like when she said that boy act like they understand the no string involved but then fall in love , dude I felt that , that's literally the story of my life lmaoooo Like the number of time a dude told me yeah I'm okay with that and then acted shocked when I told him I didn't feel anything for him is impressive lmaoo Anyway I'm so eager for the last chapter!!!! you did an amazing job!!

kuhweenbri said: The way I already finished but anyways girl I absolutely loved this part and now I’m excited for the next part 😭😭 will we be seeing more of T-ara??

Anonymous said: OMG YARA AND TAEEEEEEEEE. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEANT BY FANSERVICE. JSJSJSJJSBXBSBSB But on a serious note, this fic just keeps on getting better. The fact that there's only one chapter left still hasn't come home to me 😭 but thank you so much for blessing us with this!💜💜

Anonymous said: YO! bitchin is flippin brilliant! you have done so well! jungkook broke my heart in part 9! im emotional but also so ready for part 10! please take your time. have a lovely day

Anonymous said: i don’t normally talk to writers on here but bitchin is really bitchin, i haven’t read a fanfic in so long that makes me excited to read the next part and maybe it’s because i’m so used to all of the aus being recycled but bitchin is truly a breathe of fresh air to me for some reason, maybe because you fleshed out the right hand mans for both characters idk or the it being a different time period, but i just wanted to say you are smashing bitchin dude and i love it!!

shy-kpop-girl said: BITCHIN': I just caught up on 8 & 9. Shocked & angry at JK. Because regardless of whether he knew y/n' feelings it was a dick move to sleep with Kiri one night and y/n the next morning. And it wasn't like he came over to talk/tell y/n about Kiri & things escalated because he went right at it as soon as she let him in. Even tho it was hot. 😳 But Erik. I wanted to hate him but dude surprised me with his reasoning. I loved that dialogue! Once again your writing is amazing & I love this story!

Anonymous said: Bitchin is the best fanfic on tumblr. And no one can change my mind. You’re doing amazing!! Much love xoxo

Anonymous said: “Think of life as one big puzzle and everyone you meet is shaped differently, right? Yet somehow… they fit. We find those that complete us. And they’re not necessarily opposites but—“ MAAM that part hit SOOO different omg your brain!?! Outta this world! Like this is whole ass literature!!!! I stg Bitchin’ is the best thing on this app and I meant that w my whole chest.

Anonymous said: I'm not ready for Bitchin to end. It's soooooo good 😍😍😍

kmultifandom said: Since there's a cast for bitchin I wanna audition for y/n because i wanna be a biologist and I have some similar personality traits *mic drop* Also great work, I seriously love it. No other fan fiction I have read was so close to my actual self and that impresses me even more and make it like it 10 times more djksksks

Anonymous said: how will I live when bitchin ends agghhh I haven’t even read 8-9 cause I’m waiting for the happy ending before I’m heartbroken and left waiting for the last part

Anonymous said: you know what would be super fun and crazy 😛😛🙈🙈 if you dropped bitchin’ pt 10 right now 😳😳 haha just kidding .... unless 😏😏

Anonymous said: lets gooooo!!!!!!!!!!! bitchin pt 10 better haunt me for the rest of the year

Anonymous said: I feel like I’m going to get so emotional once Bitchin’ part 10 is released. It’s like I’m sending off my non-existing kids to university because I won’t be able to see Bitchin!Jungkook anymore 🥺

Anonymous said: I can’t believe Bitchin’ is for real ending 😩 it’s soo gud

Anonymous said: Can’t wait till bitchin PART 10 Probably gonna fall asleep before u post but I’ll try to stay up for it 🥺

Anonymous said: i love your writing honestly and i just really want you to be happy. your writing is immaculate and i really want you to know that you are talented and skilled so yeah. sorry if this is out of nowhere but i just really want to show appreciation to writers because they don't get enough and you are definitely my favorite writer:)) hope you have a good day!!

Anonymous said: okay but if Bitchin' goes on for 50 chapters that would be good too.. just sayin'.

tpo-quinn said: Bruh, I can already feel that I'm gonna cry from the last chapter of bitchin'...I CAN'T WAIT!

leojjeon said: so i've re-read bitchin ready for chapter 10 an I am feeling all sorts of emotions. it's fair to say it's my favourite series I've read!

Anonymous said: y did i forget bitchin would have an end like 😳😐we’ve been on this bitchin journey w u for so long i’m sad it’s over

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Hey, It Pays the Rent (Part 2/3) Friends

@notedchampagne I meant to finish this sooner so it was closer to your birthday, but it kinda got away from me, lol. Anyway, here’s the second part of your roommates/enemies to friends to lovers birthday fic! I hope you like it! :D

(sorry in advance for the length)

(Part 1/3) Enemies

(Part 3/3) Lovers

It was weird how quickly you went from hating Karkat’s steaming insides to considering him a friend. A month ago you didn’t want to go anywhere near that asshole, and now you look forward to your weekly movie night with him.

Or maybe...maybe it’s not as weird as you think? When you really consider it, you’d never had an actual conversation with Karkat until that awkward night early in your roommateship. You’d known Karkat for years, and yet you knew jack shit about him. Maybe you would’ve been friends with him sooner if you’d ever had an honest conversation with him before this.

Not that you’ve been having tons of emotional heart to hearts since.

Actually...aside from Karkat’s single awkward outburst, you still know jack shit about him.

You should probably change that sometime…

“Dave?” Karkat yells at you from the living room. “How’s the popcorn coming?”

But now’s not that time.

“Yeah, it’s coming!” You rip open a bag of popcorn from the microwave and dump it in a bowl. “Look out! We’ve got some piping hot corns, popped and buttered for your pleasure. I’m telling you, dude, you’re gonna be so into this your taste buds are gonna orgasm so fucking hard you’ll be tasting shit funny for a week.”

You set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table and flop onto the couch next to Karkat. You use the table as a footrest.

Karkat squints at you suspiciously. “The way you phrased that makes me really question leaving you in charge of the popcorn.”

He says this as he shoves his entire hand in the bowl. You point this out by nudging the bowl with your foot. “Clearly you’re not that concerned about it.”

He glares at you and pulls the bowl closer to himself. “And get your fucking stink frond away from my hot snack corn!”

You snort. “Okay, okay, if you’re that serious about it I’ll leave you two alone.”

You start to stand up, but Karkat grabs your shirt and pulls you back down. “No, you stay put, you shit. If this snack is gonna have a fucking orgy in my mouth, you have to stay put and watch this monstrosity you’ve created go down in the most hellish way imaginable.”

He takes his hand out of the popcorn bowl, a couple kernels fall from his hand and onto the carpet. Without taking his eyes away from you, his brings his fistful of popcorn up to his mouth and eats it out of his own palm like he’s a god damn horse. And, like the disgusting horse he’s pretending to be, he chews with his mouth wide open, making the nastiest sounds humanly (trolly?) possible just to gross you out.

It does.

But it’s also hilarious as fuck.

You laugh and give him a light shove. “You’re so nasty, bro!”

He swallows his mouthful and rolls his eyes at you. “If that’s not a classic case of the pot calling the kettle pitch.”

“Do you mean...black? Because that’s the saying. Pot calling the kettle black.”

“That’s what I just fucking said.”

“No, you said pitch.”

“Whatever.” He shrugs. “I meant black, then. Sorry my memory is complete shit when it comes to your human idioms.”

He picks a kernel out from between his sharp looking teeth with his even sharper looking nails. “Even though it failed to deliver on its promise of getting my tongue off, this popcorn’s good.”

“Thanks, I microwaved it.” You pop a couple pieces in your mouth. “What are we watching?”

Every Saturday, you spend the night chilling at home and watching a movie with Karkat. It started out right after the big welcome back bash you threw for him, also known as the night you officially became friends. You’d made him marathon Star Wars with you, because somehow Karkat had managed to go his entire life without consuming a single piece of Star Wars media up until that point.

He liked it more than you’d hoped he would. You swear there were fucking stars in his eyes by the time you’d finished the last one. He turned to you and asked if there were more.

And of course, you said yes. While trying to keep a straight face, you mention that there are prequels. A whole trilogy about Darth Vader’s life and his descent to the dark side. Did Karkat want to watch it?

Fuck, you had to try so hard to keep from laughing your ass off when Karkat emphatically said yes.

It was late by that point, already past midnight. You told him that might be a thing to do next week, if he didn’t have anything planned for next Saturday already.

He didn’t.

And so was the birth of Saturday Movie Night.

“Hitch.”

“Okay, cool.” You nod. “I mean, we already watched Troll Hitch, but if you wanna ogle every variation of Will Smith in existence for another hour and however fucking long then sure, I’m down for it.”

His face flushes as he shoots a glare at you. “Shut the fuck up, I never say shit about your inane Ben Stiller fixation.”

“Dude, I didn’t mean anything about it, it’s chill. Nothing to get so defensive about. Besides, you can’t tell me you didn’t fucking love Zoolander, because if you did say that you would be a dirty lying fuck and we both know it.” You toss a piece of popcorn at him. “Now start your movie.”

You watch the movie and try your best not to talk all the way through it like how Karkat hates. You do throw in a kind of relevant comment here and there, though, mostly because there’s no way someone could expect you to be quiet for a whole hour. Karkat seems to get this about you, and only shoots you mildly annoyed looks throughout the movie’s run.

When the movie’s over, Karkat takes it out and puts in the next one. It’s a troll movie, so you don’t bother asking what the title is or trying to pay much attention to the absurdly over complicated plot. The popcorn’s already finished by the time this movie starts. Karkat’s asleep about halfway through the second movie. You put the empty popcorn bowl in the kitchen, turn off the tv, and quietly sneak to bed so you don’t wake him up.

All in all, it’s a pretty average movie night. A little under average, actually. Karkat doesn’t usually fall asleep during it. Still, not a particularly remarkable night.

Which is exactly what you tell Rose when she asks you about how your day was yesterday. You finish it off with a shrug and watch her stab her fork into part of an omelet as you wait for her reply.

“You know, it’s funny,” she says thoughtfully, “whenever I ask either of you how your day was, you both mention that. Honestly, at this rate we should just invite him to brunch with us. It would save me from having to hear about the same mundane event twice.”

“Yeah, like fuck I’m gonna invite him to our sibling brunch.” You snort, stuffing a pancake into your mouth. “This is a family only event. Not like you try to invite Kanaya to this ever.”

“You’re right, I don’t try to invite Kanaya to this ever.” Rose nods. “Although, I have to wonder why you used my girlfriend in your example of people I wouldn’t invite to sibling brunch.”

You down your pancake with a gulp of apple juice. “I don’t know, she’s the first person I thought of.”

She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows at you. “A likely story.”

“I don’t think I like what you’re implying, Rose.”

“Just because you don’t like it doesn’t makes the implication any less true.”

“Karkat’s just my friend, Rose.”

“And I don’t doubt that.” You raise a suspicious eyebrow at her “But until recently you did despise him quite a bit. Your feelings towards him seem to be easily swayed. Or maybe, much like when you had that crush on John throughout high school, you’ve been misinterpreting your feelings this whole time.”

“Have I ever told you how much I hate you psychoanalyzing me?”

She sips her tea and smirks. “Only every day.”

“Well, I do. I really fucking do.” You reply, stabbing part of a pancake. “As usual, you’re overreaching with my dick and making accusations based on fuckall nothing just to mess with me.”

“True.” She nods. “Most of my analysis is usually only semi-serious, but you and I both know I include at least a grain of real analysis in there, if only to keep you on your toes.”

You roll your eyes at her. “Okay, fine, I’ll bite. What’s your grain of real advice in accusing me of having a crush on Karkat?”

“You tend to ignore your feelings until they’re too strong to be forgotten about anymore, and then you act on them without thinking, which never ends well for you. Even if you don’t have a crush on Karkat now, or you never have a crush on him, I still think you should try to keep yourself aware of your emotions surrounding your new and drastically different relationship.”

That’s….not terrible advice. Fuck. “I appreciate your concern, but I don’t nor will I ever have a crush on Karkat. He’s my friend and not my type.”

“Since when did you have a type?” Rose snorts.

“Since nunya.”

She takes the bait. “Nunya?”

“Nunya fucking business.”

You finish off brunch and take Rose back to your apartment so she can do her book club thing with Karkat. They got back into doing that the week after the party, when Rose let Karkat read whatever project it was that she was working on. Karkat told you all about it at one point, he seemed like he was really into it. You told him to tell Rose about what he thought and not you, since she was the writer and you had no idea what he was talking about.

They talked on the phone for a solid hour, during which they decided to resurrect their failed book club from high school and drag the smelly rotten club corpse back to Karkat’s room to stay indefinitely.

By which you mean they get together once a week and talk about books or something. You actually don’t know what the fuck their book club activities were, you never went to a meeting.

Karkat drags Rose to his room as soon as the two of you step through the door. Aside from a welcome back nod, you get no acknowledgement. His door slams shut, and you may as well be alone in the apartment.

At this point, there are a couple things you could do with your valuable time:

You could do something productive, like start up on some homework early or clean your room or something.

Or….

You could take a nap.

God, with all these pancakes stuffed inside you, you don’t know how there’s even a decision here. Clearly this is the perfect opportunity for some choice couch naps.

You get yourself situated on the couch with something on for background noise when you get a text from John’s dad. He’s decided to donate some of John’s older but still nice clothes to charity and wants to know if you have any that you wouldn’t mind him taking. Of course, there’s no obligation to do so if you don’t want to.

So of course you’re going to do it.

You get up and start shuffling off towards your room. On the way there you bang on Karkat’s door and you tell them that you’ll probably be in your room sorting clothes when it’s time for Rose to go.

You spend about twelve minutes taking clothes out of your closet and tossing them onto the bed for further scrutiny. By minute thirteen you get distracted by some of the other shit you’ve thrown in your closet.

You’re sitting on the floor and laughing your ass off as you dig through a box of old photos and comics you’d written during school. You were even more hilarious than you remembered. You’ve gotta give younger you some credit, all this shit is pure motherfucking gold. You don’t know how long you’re reminiscing when you’re disrupted by a knock on the door.

“It’s open!” You shout as you crawl out of your closet and stand up.

The door opens just enough for Karkat to poke his face in. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, whatever.” You shrug. “Where’s Rose?”

“She went home a couple minutes ago.” He replies as he closes the door behind him. She said she had some other more important shit to do.”

Karkat surveys your room slowly, taking in the whole mess of it. You’re suddenly aware that Karkat’s never been in your room before now. It shouldn’t matter, but god you’ve never been more aware of how much of a disorganized mess your room is.

He looks at you and smirks. “I see you’re really busting your ass organizing your extensive wardrobe in here.”

“What can I say? Shit’s boring, I got distracted.” You toe your box of mildly interesting junk into his line of sight. “I’m only human, dude.”

“As if that’s an excuse.” Karkat says, rolling his eyes. “Do you want any help, or are you determined to waste your whole day on this one shitty, simplistic task?”

“I’m cool with doing it myself, but I’m not opposed to you helping.” You shrug again. “As long as you don’t start belting out Marina and the Diamonds lyrics or whatever the fuck you’re listening to like every other time you do a chore.”

His brow knits together in a quizzical look as he joins you by the closet. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t do that.”

Wait.

Wait….

Does he not know? That he fucking does that?

How could he not?

But...the confusion on his face seems so genuine. Is he really not aware?

“Yes you do? Bro, you holler like a velociraptor during mating season.”

“What? No I…” he stops midsentence. His eyes go distant for a moment as he replays memories of past chores in his head, the filter of his headphones removed. His face darkens to a shade of grey tinged with red. “...I do. Holy fuck, how much of a situationally unaware shit pan could I be not to notice I was doing that? And you just fucking listened to my tone deaf screeching this whole time? Why would you willingly subject yourself to that, are you a masochist or some shit? Are you getting off on my voice grating your auricular clots to shreds? You’re some unique kind of fucked up, Dave.”

You have no idea how he reached this conclusion, but whatever. “Okay, you caught me. I get off on your sandpaper howl shredding my eardrums like sharp cheddar. Sometimes while you’re screaming I like to pull the shreds out of my ear and sprinkle that shit on some Doritos and make myself a sick plate of tasty nachos. Your voice is like broken glass under my fingernails and it gets me all hot and bothered inside. When I masturbate I can’t finish without your malicious yodeling ringing in my ears. It ducks me up in the worst way, dude.”

The embarrassed blush on his face creeps up to his ears and down his neck, his face grows a deeper shade of reddish grey. “I know that’s your idea of a joke, but I hope to fuck you’re joking.”

“Nope. I am completely one hundred percent serious. You called to me like a siren, and now my dick is madly in love with you.”

He glares down at your crotch. “Tell your nasty crotch I’m not interested in stale cocktail weenies.”

“Okay. Just wait right here while I break it to the little guy.” You bend down and bring your face as close to your crotch as you can get. “Hey-”

Okay, that’s it you can’t.

Karkat bursts into a fit of giggles at the same time you do.

“Dave, what the fuck?” Karkat’s covering his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“I don’t know, man.” You really don’t. You were just spouting your usual bullshit and you guess it got a little sillier than usual. “So are you ready to pitch in with my threads or are you just gonna keep distracting me like an asshole?”

“Oh, like you were so productive before I got here.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll help out. Shove your ass over.”

Karkat hip checks you so he can get a better look at your disaster area of a closet. He starts rummaging through your clothes and pulling things out, holding them at arm’s length.

“You know,” he says as he lays the clothes carefully on your bed, “you’ve got a fuckton of suits for a guy who’s surgically attached to a pair of ratty jeans.”

“Yeah.” You nod as you pull out one of the suits in question. “Guy’s gotta have at least one cool suit in case shit gets serious or if he just wants to look sweet and a little intimidating for no reason.”

“That neon vomit monstrosity’s supposed to make you look intimidating?”

“No, but it makes me look sick as hell.” You lay it down with your other clothes. “Or it did, anyway. I haven’t worn it in awhile. Fucker might not even fit anymore, I’ve gained muscle mass since then.”

You flex.

Karkat snorts. “I didn’t realize you were working your stomach out, Dave.”

��You know what, fuck you. It’s not like you have a perfectly toned physique yourself.”

“Yeah, but at least I live my dough bodied truth.” He strikes his own pose and gestures down at his stomach and thick legs. You look him up and down and nod approvingly.

“You definitely look confident.”

And he’s honestly not bad looking. In your opinion as his friend. He’s got a body that looks fucking perfect for cuddling.

“Looks can be deceiving, Dave.” He straightens back up and pulls something else out of your closet. “Where’d you get all these suits, anyway?”

“Most of them are from John’s dad, I think at least one’s from my mom.”

“John’s dad?” Karkat questions. “Why would John’s dad buy you suits?”

“I mean I did live with the guy for a couple years. He’s basically my dad, too.”

The first year you lived with John and his dad was the same year Karkat came to town.

“I think I remember that.” Karkat nods. “I thought John was your brother for awhile.”

You laugh. “Really? You thought John was my brother?”

“Well yeah, what the hell else was I supposed to think? Your stupid human relations shit is way more complicated than I’d originally thought when I came here. It was confusing. Still is, sometimes.” He admits. “Why were you living with them, anyway?”

“Some stuff happened with my bro that I’d rather not get into.” You admit. “Rose and my mom were the only family I had left, but they lived across the country and it was decided that uprooting me completely wasn’t in my best interest. John’s dad offered to take me in for the rest of the school year so we could all finish before any more major shifts happened. My mom got here near the beginning of summer and I moved in with her, but I still spent most of my time at John’s because I was more comfortable there.”

“Oh.” Karkat says. “I didn’t know any of that.”

“Yeah, it’s not exactly a well known fact about me.”

Fuck, you owe Mr. Egbert so much. He’s such a great dude. How will you ever repay him for everything he’s done for you?

“So,” Karkat puts down one last piece of clothing and takes a step back to look at the pile on the bed, “which of this shit are you gonna get rid of?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I guess whatever’s got holes or doesn’t fit.”

Karkat gives you a sideways glance, a sly smile on his face. “Dave are you saying…?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m saying.” You nod.

“Fashion show?”

“Fashion show.”

You send your audience, Karkat, back out into the living room so you can change. You start pumping up some runway music and throw on some of the clothes from the pile on your bed. Just like that, you’re ready for the most cliche outfit montage of your life.

You step out of your room, I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred blasting from your stereo as you exit in the most dramatic and modelesque way possible. You do your best sexy shimmy walk all the way down the hall and over to the couch where you left Karkat waiting impatiently for you.

“So,” you strike a pose that you believe is mildly sexy and extremely embarrassing for you, “what do you think? You like what you see?”

He wrinkles his nose at you in fake disgust. “Not at all. Clothes look alright, though.”

“Cool. Keeping these ones.”

You strut back to your room and start the whole process over again. Occasionally Karkat gives you scathing comments about your ridiculous fashion sense. Usually he just laughs at your over the top modeling. One or two times, you get a genuine compliment.

You go out in your neon vomit green suit, it’s a little tighter than you remember, but honestly you’re surprised it still fits at all. You drape yourself over the coffee table and give Karkat the best smoldering look you can muster. “Paint me like one of your French girls, Karkat.”

He looks you up and down with such a serious expression that it makes you blush a little for making such a stupid entrance.

“Shit,” Karkat finally sighs, running a hand over his mouth, “you look fucking great.”

You’re so flustered by his unexpected compliment you don’t know how to respond. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. Fuck you, if I’d known you could clean up so nice I would have demanded you dress at least better than a rabid hobo in public. I mean that suit’s ugly as fuck and the color makes my bulb’s water but you make it work somehow. I hate how much you’re pulling this fabric disaster off, Dave. Really, I do.”

“Thanks,” you finally manage to reply. Then, because you’re an idiot, “wanna watch me really pull this fabric disaster off?”

“Oh, yeah, Dave, do that. Please take off your pants and expose your chicken bone legs for my viewing pleasure.” He starts fanning himself. “Fuck, I’m getting hot and bothered just thinking about your strip tease. Don’t even think about popping a button off of your god awful shirt near me or I swear to fuck I’ll swoon right off this couch and onto the edge of the coffee table, probably causing a botched lobotomy in the process.”

“You’re saying I’m literally so hot right now I make you lose brain function?” You grin as you toy with the top button of your shirt. “Oh, Karkat, you flatter me.”

Karkat gives you a small shove. “Go back to your block, asshole.”

You do. You go right back into the fashion show and pretend you didn’t just do that. Because what the fuck? Was that shit you just pulled? Was that you trying to flirt? Gee Karkat you like my clothes? Here let me take them off for you. Stupid. Stupid. What the fuck?

You shake your head and start to change. The suit is laid on a pile of clothes you want to keep.

The fashion show continues, and everything is the same as normal in regards to Karkat’s reactions to your clothes and terrible posing.

“Your clothes are too tight. Your shirt looks like it’s cutting off circulation, how the fuck did you even get that on?”

“What are you doing with your leg, Dave? Put that fucker down.”

“Who let you buy that? Who the hell even made that? That fabric is woven from curses and bad acid trips, you need to burn it.”

The only exception is when you show off a suit.

“Oh wow, holy shit, you actually look decent. How dare you.”

“Can you look less good in that nasty ass color? Thanks.”

“Dave, seriously, you’re not allowed to own this many suits and look so fucking good in them just to have them all waste away as moth food in your dirty closet! Stop dressing like trash and wear these, you dick!”

“...I should get a suit.”

You stop pretending to model and take on a more casual stance. Your hands are shoved into your pants pockets. “You know, maybe you should.”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “with what money?”

“I mean,” you spread your arms wide, “you could take one of mine? I’m probably only gonna keep the green one for me.”

Karkat still looks unconvinced. “You do realize we’re completely different sizes, right? You’re aware of that? I’d split your suit in half trying to fit my doughy fat ass in your skinny high school pants.”

“Uh, it’s called a tailor, you dumb bitch? I’m not just gonna make you squeeze yourself into my pants like a fucking human sausage. We can get the thing fitted for you, dude.”

“Isn’t that a lot of money? That I don’t have?”

“Yeah, probably? I don’t know for sure man, but if you’re that fucking concerned about cost I’ll cover it. You can consider it a wriggling day present.”

“That’s still a lot of money, Dave! I can’t let you spend a shit ton of money on me. I’ll just wait until I can afford to buy one myself.”

“Why, though?” You ask. “We have suits here right now, why bother waiting? If you’d rather not take it as a present then you can pay me back for half later.”

Karkat tilts his head. “Half?”

“Yeah. It’s not like I bought this suit for myself. I haven’t spent a dime on this shit, and I’m guessing the cost won’t be too fucking devastating between the two of us.”

Karkat considers your offer carefully. “I still don’t like that idea, but I’ll take it. Give me your least obnoxious suit.”

“That’s gonna be tough.” You admit. “I have a black one you might be into?”

You decide not to mention the iron-on patch of a butt you put on the lapel. It shouldn’t be too hard to remove, you hope.

“I’ll take that one.”

You finish off the fashion show, and Karkat helps you pack up most of your old stuff into a box for Mr. Egbert to take. When he arrives to take your things, you ask him if he knows a good tailor you could talk to about getting some alterations done. When asked for more information about it, you explain that it’s for Karkat. He gives you a look that you can’t read very well and says it’ll be easier if you give the suit to him. You fold up the suit and place it on top of the box so it doesn’t get mixed up with the items inside the box. Mr. Egbert thanks you and ruffles your hair.

Well, that ends that. You go back to your room to put what remaining clothes you have away.

“Hey, Karkat!” You yell from your doorway.

“What?”

“I just realized I gave away over half my wardrobe. Can I borrow some of your clothes for awhile?”

You rock some of Karkat’s clothes for awhile before you get some new ones of your own. Up until then (and a little past that) you steal his sweaters and sometimes his pants, both of which you have to roll up.

Damn if you don’t look good, though.

Unfortunately you can’t even mention how much you like wearing Karkat’s clothes without getting looks from people. Rose and Kanaya you understand, because for some fucked up reason Rose still thinks you may be developing a crush on Karkat unconsciously and has somehow dragged Kanaya into her theory. But John? Fucking John? He keeps giving you these big goofy smiles like he knows what you’re really talking about.

Which is ridiculous. Because you really are talking about how warm and nice Karkat’s sweater is.

You’re not using his sweater as a metaphor for your feelings for him.

Fuck everybody.

The only benefit you got from all this Karkat discussion is that now you’re pretty good at changing the subject. During one of these sudden subject shifts, Rose teaches you a new game she’s been playing with Kanaya recently. She’d developed it to help strengthen her relationships with others (specifically Kanaya) and to learn things she may not have otherwise.

The game is simple. You tap twice on someone’s hand and ask them a question. The other person has to answer the question immediately without leaving them enough time to overthink their answer, ensuring the most honest response possible.

As an example, she taps on your hand. “Dave.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your opinion on apple juice?”

“I fucking love it.”

Perfect.” She takes her hand back. “And that’s how you play.”

She calls it a stream of consciousness game.

Depending on how it’s played, it can be very informative or very intimate.

You and Karkat play it in as many ways and as many places as you can.

You’re sitting on the bus with Karkat on the way to Troll Foods.

Tap tap.

Karkat takes out an earbud.

“Do you miss Alternia?”

He blinks, surprised by your question and maybe more surprised by his answer. “Not as much as I thought I would.”

You and Karkat are getting ready to watch a movie.

Tap tap.

“Yeah?”

“How come you’re always wearing shades?”

“Aesthetic.” You shrug. “And my eyes are sensitive, too much light hurts them.”

Tap tap.

“Who do you think would win in a fight, Vampire Vin Diesel or a Werewolf Will Smith?”

“Depends on who bites first.”

Tap tap.

“How much ice cream is too much ice cream?”

“If you buy more than two gallons you don’t get to be in charge of the food budget anymore.”

“What about frozen yogurt?”

“Only two gallons!”

“What if I get two gallons and a pint?”

“Dude, please.”

And on and on like that whenever either of you are particularly bored. You’ll admit, the game is more interesting than you thought it would be.

About a month after you gave Mr. Egbert your clothes, he comes by the apartment with a package for Karkat. You try to take the package from him, but he says he’d prefer to give it to Karkat himself and see him try it on to make sure it fits.

You invite Mr. Egbert inside. “Karkat, John’s dad is here with your suit!”

You hear some thumping in his room, followed by Karkat racing out of his room and to both of you. Karkat’s eyes are huge with excitement as he holds out his hands. Mr. Egbert hands him the package without a word, and Karkat runs back to his room with it.

You wait in the hall with Mr. Egbert while Karkat changes.

“How have you been, Dave?” He asks.

You shrug. “Can’t complain.”

“You’ve been taking care of yourself? Eating well? Sleeping?”

“Yeah.” You nod. Granted, you’re not eating quite as well as he’d want you to, but you have enough ramen to cover three square meals a day and sometimes Karkat tries to make real food. You stare straight ahead at Karkat’s door in case he could tell you’re technically lying. “I think I’ve been doing okay.”

Karkat exits his bedroom, fiddling with a tie that he seems to be struggling to make live up to its name and actually tie.

“Karkat, you look like you’re having trouble with that.” Mr. Egbert gestures for him to come closer. “Let me help you.”

Karkat walks over to him obediently and takes his hands off the tie. Mr. Egbert ties it with deft fingers, tightening and straightening it carefully so it’s perfect.

“There you are.”

“Thank you.” Karkat takes a step back and turns to you. “So? How do I look?”

There’s no other way to describe what he’s wearing other than as a plain old black suit. The buttons and his tie are grey. You note that your iron on ass patch has been removed. It’s a completely normal suit, nothing inherently special about it. But-

“You look amazing.”

He taps your hand.

“Karkat, I mean it, honestly.” You laugh. “Really, you look great. Fucking superb, you’re really rocking the shit out of that suit.”

Karkat’s beaming. God he’s so happy to have this fucking suit. And he should be happy to have it, he does look amazing! Really amazing! Fucking hot, even!

Fucking hot in a totally platonic sense.

Obviously.

“You look good.” Mr. Egbert nods in agreement. “It looks like it fits well.”

“It does.” He’s smiling down at the floor and fidgeting with one of his sleeves. “Thank you.”

“Well, that’s all I came here for, so I suppose I’ll leave you two alone now.” Mr. Egbert announces. “Remember to call me if you need anything.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll walk you out.”

Karkat goes back to his room, probably to change back into his old clothes. “Bye.”

You start walking to the door with him, which is actually a completely unnecessary gesture because you were only like ten feet away from it to begin with.

“So, uh...” you say as you open the door for him, “how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. The alterations were completely free of charge.”

God, he’s such a horrible liar. But you’re not gonna call him out for it. If he wants to do something nice for you guys then you’re not going to stop him.

You will, however, sneak some money to John to sneak to his dad later.

“Wow, that’s a pretty sweet deal.” You say, pretending to believe his obvious lie. “Thank you for doing this. And hey, come over whenever you want! We’d love to have you over more often.”

“Of course. I might take you up on that, Dave.” He starts to leave, but once he’s halfway out the door he takes a deep breath and turns around again. “I’m glad you’re both doing so well, you and Karkat seem very happy together.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “we are.”

He gives you another quick nod and exits. You close the door as you watch him walk disappear down the hall and to the stairwell.

That was...a weird thing he said just now. A nice sentiment, yeah, but weird as hell. You can’t put your finger on why it was weird, though…

You brush some hair out of your face, and part of your sleeve unrolls and rubs against your face. That’s when you remember that you’re wearing one of Karkat’s sweaters.

Then everything clicks.

You’re wearing Karkat’s clothes. You pretty much told Karkat that you thought he looked hot right to his and Mr. Egbert’s face. Karkat was blushing the whole time like an anime school girl. You gave Karkat the suit as a present.

Oh.

OH.

He thinks you’re dating.

John’s dad...the guy who is probably the closest thing you have to a dad...pretty much just told you he supports your relationship with Karkat. A relationship that you don’t have. Because you don’t have a thing for him at all.

Obviously.

You get another full night of telling yourself that before something else happens to seal your fate.

You’re pulling an all nighter on some homework due Monday that you’d neglected to start sooner. In order to keep yourself awake, you’ve been alternating between downing energy drinks and cups of coffee. At one point you tried to put an energy drink in your coffee, but that tasted like puke and you physically couldn’t bring yourself to choke it down.

Somehow, you manage to finish all of your homework. Granted, it’s mostly half assed and probably wrong, but the point is you’re done with it now and deserve sleep. You get ready for bed, yawning the entire time you do so. God, you’re exhausted.

You yawn again, this time you catch a whiff of your breath and cringe. Your breath smells like shit. If you breathed directly into someone’s face you could probably kill a man. Running your tongue across your teeth verifies that not only is your breath horrible, but your teeth are fuzzy like they’re covered in a layer of moss.

Maybe you should brush your teeth before bed.

You drag your feet towards the bathroom. It’s a little weird that the bathroom door is closed, but you don’t think anything of it until you turn on the light.

“AH!”

“AH!” You cover your eyes and slam the door.

“Why would you just walk in unannounced like that, asshole?”

“Why are you taking a bath with the lights off?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door for a minute. Then Karkat’s voice comes through the door, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Did you come in for something, Dave?”

“Yeah, I...I wanted to brush my teeth before bed. It’ll be a quickie, I promise.”

“You’re just getting to bed?” Karkat asks incredulously. “Dave, what the fuck?”

“Hey, I was doing my homework! What’s your excuse?”

“I have insomnia.”

“Okay, fair.”

He sighs. “You can come in and brush your dirty nubs now if you want. Just don’t look over here.”

“Okay.” You cover your eyes and start opening the door. “I’m coming in.”

Karkat snorts. “Yeah, I know, dunkass.”

You walk in. This time you’re not surprised by the sight of your roommate in a bath. The shower curtain is pulled tightly closed, all that’s visible is Karkat’s silhouette.

Somehow that’s almost worse.

You open the medicine cabinet and pull out the toothpaste and your toothbrush while trying your best to not to so much as glance in his direction. It’s a little more difficult than you were expecting it to be. You can hear the water move, splashing in tiny waves against the porcelain as he shifts into a more comfortable position. You can hear his breathing, his sighs at having to share such a close space with you in what is now definitely an awkward and unwanted moment.

You run your toothbrush under the tap. You continue to try not to look over his way, but you keep just barely catching yourself in the act.

It’s unbearably quiet in here.

“So,” you say casually in an attempt to break the tension, “it smells funky in here.”

Holy shit, was that the best you got? It smells funky in here? What the fuck?

“It’s an Alternian ablution mix.”

Oh, he responded to that stupid thing you said. Nice.

“An ablution mix?” You squirt some toothpaste on the brush. “So like, bath salts or something?”

“It’s closer to bubble bath. Here,” He sticks a wet grey arm out from behind the shower curtain and feels around on the floor before his fingers find a medium sized plastic bottle, “you can read the bottle if you want. There’s an English translation on the side.”

You take it, keeping your gaze fixed firmly on the bathroom door so you don’t accidentally peek anything you’re not supposed to be looking at. You study the bottle while you brush your teeth.

The bottle is clear plastic and filled almost all the way to the top with a vibrant green fluid. It’s a little thicker looking than most bubble bath soaps you’ve seen. The label is extremely colorful, swirled with purples and bright reds and greens that clash and almost hurt your eyes to look directly at. The Alternian on the front is written in bubble letters. Underneath it in a tiny font is the English translation Karkat mentioned in parenthesis.

“Soapor Bubbles.” You mumble around your toothbrush. “Isn’t sopor illegal here?”

“Concentrated sopor in high quantities is, yeah.” Karkat replies. “Which is total hoofbeast shit. It’s a sleeping aid! Just because some people like to ingest it and speed up their pan rotting doesn’t make it a completely harmful substance! But no, humans decided to be idiots about it and make it illegal to use in the way it was intended. Fucking idiots.”

“Okay, so what’s this, then?”

“It’s sopor diluted with some other natural shit for use in ablution traps.” He explains. “The bottle says it’s the highest concentration that’s legally allowed on the planet, or at least on this part of the planet, right now. And using it in a trap like this is supposed to help simulate how it’s used in recuperacoons back on Alternia. I don’t usually give a shit about soporific products because they do absolutely fuck all for me, but this one’s new so I thought I’d try it out.”

“Oh.” You finish brushing your teeth and spit into the sink. “Is it working, then?”

“I don’t know.” Jesus, you can practically hear him roll his eyes. “Some prick interrupted me before I had a chance to relax.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll get out of your ass.” You set the bottle down by the tub. “Goodnight.”

You go straight to your room and collapse onto your bed. You can’t sleep, and not just because of all the caffeine still buzzing through your system.

You can’t stop thinking about Karkat.

That split second where you saw him in the bath.

Okay, you didn’t see much. You saw his chest. But that was more than you’d ever seen before.

His anatomy was a little different than you were expecting, but it shouldn’t have been much of a shock since you’ve seen trolls take their shirts off (and way more) on tv before. It was just...different because it was Karkat’s.

His chest looked so smooth. Part of you wishes you’d touched it.

Another part of you wishes you’d seen more.

You curl up on your bed and groan into a pillow. Fuck, what’s wrong with you?

You’ve been trying to avoid it for a long time now, but you don’t think you can anymore. This isn’t the first image of Karkat you’ve burned into your memory and dwelled on in the middle of the night.

Karkat smiling, his nose wrinkling every time he laughs at something stupid you said or a joke you made. Karkat, chewing on his bottom lip and brow furrowed in concentration, eyes out of focus as he’s completely lost in thought. Karkat rolling up his sleeves up to his elbows before he works on anything.

Karkat, wearing a suit for the first time, face flushed with excitement and embarrassment and asking you how he looks.

And now this.

No, tonight wasn’t the first time you’ve thought about Karkat in a way that’s more than strictly friendly. Tonight’s experience was just more potent than they’ve ever been before.

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think this was a long time coming. This whole time, you’ve just barely been keeping the floodwaters of your feelings at bay, but this was the sudden crack that broke the dam. Now they’re all spilling out of your subconscious mind and filling you up so you have no choice but to admit it.

You really do have a thing for Karkat.

Even though you’ve finally admitted your feelings to yourself, you manage to keep from revealing them to anyone else. You don’t tell John, you don’t say shit to Rose, and you definitely don’t mention anything to Karkat. Instead you keep it cool and act normal, as if nothing’s changed at all. Because really, what has?

You became aware of feelings you already had for Karkat. Literally nothing is different now.

And for a few weeks, nothing changes.

Saturday Movie Night begins as normal. You and Karkat go to your local movie rental joint (gotta support your dying local businesses, you know how it is) and pick out a couple flicks. Karkat tells you you’re not allowed to pick The Room three times in a fucking row or he’ll blow his gasket all over this place and you’ll have to bleach all the gunk out of this shitty retro carpeting. You then ask him if gasket was his code for his troll load or what because that’s indecent as hell and probably illegal, Karkat, you could get arrested for that. Then you pick out another movie.

You both head on home with your movies, talking and figuring out which movie you’re going to watch first and what snacks you would have with it, since you’d gone grocery shopping a couple days prior. But when you round the street corner and saw your building, your plans for the night were put on hold.

From what you could see, there were no lights on in the whole building.

“Well that’s not frightening at all.” You comment.

Karkat rolls his eyes. “Here, you big wriggler. Take my hand, I’ll lead you through the darkness and to the relative safety of our hive.”

You grab his hand. “My hero.”

Karkat leads you through the dark building and up the stairs to your apartment. Thank god for Karkat’s nocturnal vision. He opens the door, and just for good measure you try to turn the lights on. Of course, they stay off.

“Jesus, I think we’re having a building wide blackout.” You sigh. “Guess movie night’s cancelled this week.”

“This is a crockpot full of slow cooked shit.”

“I totally agree. We should probably hole up in the living room til the electricity’s back. You head over there, I’m gonna go find some candles.”

You use the flashlight on your phone to help you navigate to the closet. You find about two big candles and one of those little tea light candles held inside a little ceramic jack-o-lantern. You gather them all up and start heading towards the living room, still using your phone as a guide.

Karkat is sitting on the floor and holding a tub of ice cream on his lap.

You set the candles down on the table. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

“If the electricity’s out, this shit’s gonna melt to a soupy waste in a few hours. We need to get our money’s worth out of this.” He shoves a spoon into the ice cream. “There’s another in the freezer if you want to get started on it.”

“Damn, sounds like I might have to.” You dig a lighter out of your pocket and toss it over to him. “Light these, alright?”

You head towards the kitchen. Just as Karkat said, there’s another gallon of ice cream in the freezer. You pop the lid off and stab a spoon into the full carton.

There’s light when you walk back into the living room. The radius is small, but the light bathes what little of the room it reaches with a warm, soothing glow. You can see Karkat better now. He’s sitting right beside one of the candles, his face caressed by the soft light.

Seems like everything you heard about candle light being romantic as fuck was correct.

You swallow and tell your heart to calm the hell down. Karkat’s literally sitting on the floor eating a gallon of ice cream. What is there to freak out about? Stop it.

You sit down on the floor across from him and break into your ice cream. “I told you two gallons was way more than enough.”

“I still disagree.” Karkat says, shoveling more ice cream into his mouth. “We could’ve gotten more.”

“You’re really gonna say that? Take a look at our current situation. How the fuck would more ice cream be beneficial to us right now? The only way I could think to make this predicament any fucking worse than it already is is if we added more ticking dairy soup bombs into the mix.”

“More ice cream would only be a negative in this exact situation.” He counters. “Just how many more times do you think this kind of dumb shit is going to happen? Unless your answer is once every fucking week for the rest of our god awful lives, then I’ll accept that as a legitimate argument. Until then, shut the fuck up and eat your ice cream.”

“I think you might have a legit problem with ice cream.”

He pops the spoon out of his mouth. “No.”

“Fantastic counter argument. I have no rebuttal to that.”

You both keep eating the ice cream. You’re honestly getting no joy out of this whatsoever and are only eating it to prevent having to deal with a big puddle of rancid milk later. Honestly, after this you’re probably never gonna want to eat ice cream again.

You get a good way through the gallon before you have to stop.

“Karkat,” you groan as you flop onto the ground and hold your stomach, “I can’t go on. I’m dying. You’ll have to carry on for the both of us. Here,” you slide your ice cream closer to him with your foot, “take it. I believe in you and your weird alien dairy absorbing biology.”

He rolls his eyes at you again. “You’re such a fucking grub, Dave. What, you ate too much sweetened cow juice and now you have to take a nap because you gave yourself a tummy ache scorfing it down too fast?”

You nod. “Yes, exactly that.”

“Lightweight.” He scoffs as he lays down on the carpet next to you. “At this rate we’re never gonna get through all this ice cream before it melts into garbage.”

“Yeah, especially with you apparently tapping out, you ice cream monster.”

“Hey, you quit first.”

You both lay there on the floor next to each other. You watch the light from the candles shifting on the ceiling. The movement is almost hypnotic, it takes your mind off of all the ice cream in your stomach, at least.

There’s a soft tap tap on the back of your hand. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever been in love, Dave?”

“Jesus,” you laugh out of shock and turn your face to him, “what the fuck brought that on?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I was just wondering, I guess.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve had crushes before, and I’ve dated some. But...I don’t think I’ve been in love before.”

You tap tap on Karkat’s hand. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?”

“Fuck, yes. I fall in love all the time. Constantly.”

You tap tap on his hand again. “Are you in love now?”

He blushes. A small smile spreads across his face. “ Maybe. I don’t know for sure.”

Maybe. Your heart sinks a little.

You hate yourself for it. You should be happy for Karkat! He’s your friend! He might be in love and that’s great.

It’s great.

Tap tap.

“Are you okay, Dave?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Stomach’s mellowing out, I think.”

He frowns. You both know that’s not what he meant. You clearly had something on your mind. But technically you answered his question, and there’s nothing he can do about that.

Tap tap.

“Karkat, do you really think there’s any way we can eat all this ice cream?”

“Fuck no, but I’m ready to do it or die trying.”

You laugh. “Okay, I can get behind that. I think I can try eating some again. Switch ice creams with me?”

“Yeah, okay.” He sits up and trades ice creams with you.

You sit up and take small, experimental tastes of Karkat’s. Your stomach protests a bit, but not as badly as before. This is definitely something you’ll regret in the morning.

Tap tap.

“What’s your opinion on chocolate ice cream?”

“Honestly? A little overrated. It’s alright, but out of the three classic flavors, it’s the shittiest.”

On and on, your night continues like this. You eat your ice cream, ask questions, lay on the floor. Time doesn’t feel like it’s moving, but your phone with its dwindling battery life and the dripping wax of the candles says otherwise.

Tap tap.

“When’s the last serious relationship you’ve had?”

“Define serious.”

“Seven months or longer.”

“Fucking never, then, I guess.”

Tap tap.

“You ever had a relationship you regretted?”

“Most of them.” Karkat replies immediately. “Probably Sollux the most. We were on and off during high school, and that was mostly my fault. I wasn’t sure what I wanted with him, my emotions were spread all over the goddamn grid like the lines weren’t even there.”

“Are you on with him now?”

“No. We split up a few weeks before graduation. We’re still friends, but I think we’re going to be staying off from now on.”

Tap tap.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“The greatest rapper/film director who ever lived.”

“Realistically.”

“An archeologist.”

Tap tap.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A film critic.”

“Realistically.”

“A failed critic.”

Tap tap.

“Did you ever think we would be friends, Dave?”

“Honestly? Not really.”

Tap tap.

“What was your worst heartbreak?”

“Wow, clearly I’ve been going easy on you.” Karkat laughs.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Yes I do.” He replies. “And it’s alright, it was awhile ago I don’t really give a shit about it anymore.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

“It was the end of our sophomore year of high school. At this point I’d known John for roughly a whole sweep. I...developed a crush on him pretty early on-”

“-uh, yeah, I’d say. It was pretty damn obvious. Everyone and their fucking mom knew that.”

“-shut up! Do you want to hear my story or not?”

“Sorry, yeah. Continue.”

“The last week of school, I convinced myself it was the perfect time to uh...confess my feelings to him. I spent most of the week going over what I would say in my head. I had this whole horrible confession memorized. I almost recited a poem, but I decided against it and fuck, that was the best decision I ever made. I even went through different scenarios in my head over how I thought he might react. Good ones where he said yes and agreed to a date with me immediately, and bad ones where he outright rejected me.”

“Sounds like you were prepared.”

“Yeah, I thought I was. But of course, since life seems to enjoy fucking me over in the most sadistic way imaginable, I wasn’t prepared for what ended up happening.”

“What’d he say?”

“I don’t remember exactly what he said anymore, but it was along the lines of ‘thanks I guess’. Then he left.”

“Whoa, wait, what the fuck? He just left? You were like ‘hey, I love you’ and he was like ‘cool, peace out’? What the fuck?”

“That’s exactly what I thought! I mean, we’ve talked about it since then and I get it now but at the time I just kept thinking ‘What the fuck? What did I do wrong?’ and I spent the whole summer holed up in my hive replaying it over and over and whining to anyone who listened.”

“That’s...wow. That was harsh.”

So that’s what happened to Karkat that summer. And you guess that explains why he was so freaked out that one time he saw John that summer at the gas station. God, you feel like such an asshole for being happy to not have him around at the time.

“Before you try to ask me about my worst heartbreak, same.”

“Same?”

“John. Same.”

“You can’t just say same! That’s not a real answer!”

“It is if I say it is.” You counter, grinning. “Same.”

“Fine. Fine, whatever.” Karkat huffs. “I have no question, then.”

“It’s cool, I got one.”

Tap tap.

“Karkat,” whether it’s a whim, or because you can’t stop thinking about why Karkat would start a game with a question about your love life, or because you simply can’t hold yourself back anymore, you somehow ask an impossible question, “do you like me.”

His anwer’s immediate. “Yes.”

“No, I mean…” god, this is embarrassing, “do you like like me?”

He bursts out laughing. “Dave, what the hell? Are you twelve?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah,” Karkat admits. He rolls his eyes again, but the gesture’s ineffective because of his big goofy smile and the blush creeping across his face, “I like like you. I like like you a lot.”

Tap tap.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Dammit, Dave, don’t be difficult!” Karkat bangs a fist against your chest lightly. “Do you like like me, too, or not?”

“Of course I like like you, too.” You’re smiling like an idiot. “I can’t believe you even felt like you had to ask that.”

“Well, you did!” He counters, as if his feelings for you had been obvious.

Fuck, maybe they had been and you were just too blinded trying to hide your own feelings that you hadn’t even noticed.

Tap tap.

“When’s the last time you kissed someone?”

Karkat gives you a devious look. “It’s been awhile.”

“Do you want to change that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

And that’s all the coercement you need. You practically fling yourself at Karkat, bumping your faces together in a way that is both embarrassing and slightly painful. Your shared eagerness and awkwardness makes you both laugh. Through a fit of giggles, your lips finally meet his.

His mouth is sweet and sticky and feels warm pressed against yours. It’s amazing.

It lasts all of three seconds before you both pull away. You can’t concentrate on trying to kiss him because you can’t believe this is happening. You’re both still laughing. Karkat gives you another quick peck before nuzzling his face into your neck. His face is warm against your skin. He tap taps against your chest.

“So you really like me?”

“Karkat, holy shit.” You laugh. “We just kissed! You really think you have to ask me that?”

“Shut the fuck up and answer my question, asshole.”

“Yes, Karkat, I like you.” You can’t stop smiling, it feels so good to say. “I really do.”

It’s a good night.

You wake up to banging at your front door and a sour feeling in your stomach. That would be all the ice cream. You crack open an eye and everything is so bright you have to squint.

All the lights are on. “Oh, sweet, the electricity’s back.”

You sit up and stretch a bit because fuck, your back is sore as shit. It feels like someone’s been tap dancing a lively jig across your spine all night long. As you stretch, you notice something beside you stir.

It’s Karkat, fast asleep on the floor in an almost fetal position. Just looking at him and remembering what happened last night is enough to bring a smile to your face. He looks so sweet, asleep like that. Speaking of sweet…

Seems like you and Karkat didn’t accomplish last night’s goal of saving the ice cream from soupification. Over half of it went to waste after all.

Oh well, can’t win them all.

Karkat’s snoring, you’re not sure how you didn’t notice that before. It’s not a bad sound, but it’s loud. Probably explains why you didn’t hear the knocking at first.

Right, the door.

You scramble to your feet and fling it open.

There stands Rose, well dressed and annoyed.

“Fuck, I missed brunch!”

She nods. “You missed brunch.”

“God, Rose, I’m so sorry,” you run a hand through your messy and currently kind of greasy hair, “there was a blackout last night so my phone’s been dead for awhile and my alarm’s on my phone so it didn’t go off and I didn’t wake up but fuck that’s no real excuse it’s an explanation at best I’m sorry.”

Rose sighs. “You can tell me all about how you managed to miss brunch at our impromptu early to moderately timed lunch. Go get changed into something presentable, I’ll wait.”

“Okay, cool.” You nod and let her inside. “Thanks, I’ll be quick.”

You run to your room just as Rose explores Karkat in the remains of last night’s events. Knowing Rose, she’ll probably wake Karkat up. As you pull on one of his sweaters, you wonder if he’ll tell her about anything that happened the night before.

“DAVE AND I KISSED YESTERDAY!”

Well, that answers that.

You run a comb through your hair and head back to the living room. Rose is grinning smugly at you.

“What happened to ‘I don’t have a crush on Karkat’?”

You shrug. “Lied. Ready to go?”

“Yes.” She nods before glancing over to Karkat. “You should invite your boyfriend out to lunch with us, Dave. Clearly we have a lot to talk about.”

Rose exits, leaving you to ask Karkat by yourself.

“So, uh…” you stare awkwardly at your feet, “lunch?”

He snorts. “Sure.”

You wait for him to get changed into something that isn’t last night’s clothes. It doesn’t take him very long, especially since he left his hair as is.

“Can you believe Rose just technically arranged our first date?” You say incredulously as you lock the door behind you.

“I can’t believe she called me your boyfriend” Karkat counters as you walk down the hall together.

“Well you are, aren’t you?”

It only seems to strike him then that this is true. He smiles.

“Yeah,” Karkat takes your hand and squeezes it tightly, “I guess I am.”

#happy birthday like a week late!!!#lmao but seriously I hope you like this part!#there's still one more to go after this lmao #yo it's a fic and I wrote it

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