#request <3

Pining Amongst the Trees

A/N: I used this as a bit of a warm up as I'm still getting used to Adam's characterization. I'd love feedback on if this feels accurate!! TYSM for the request!!!

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Your five-year plan had been blown out of the water. In fact, you didn’t know if this place even years had as you understood them. You scarcely knew if it had days, as most of your time on Eternia had been spent on a spaceship.

 Adam, your longest and best friend, had been preoccupied between the sword he had just found and the girl that had picked him- and you -up from earth. You swore to yourself that you weren’t jealous. Adam and you were just friends, and now that he was home, he had a planet to save.

And now he was ripped. And his hair had a million times more volume. And you felt even less worthy of being here. You were just a human from earth. Adam couldn’t expect you to stand alongside his childhood heroes and friends on a planet full of creatures you had never seen.

Then why had be brought you? Because you had found him in the park before the ship took off? Because you had been the only person on Earth to try to believe him?

The trees around you gleamed orange as you sat by a makeshift fire, pondering your purpose on this adventure. Adam had been discussing strategy or something with Duncan and Teela. You had stepped away, knowing nothing about combat.

Much to your surprise, you heard footsteps approaching behind you. You didn’t have the energy to look.

“This wasn’t the way I had hoped to show you, my home.” Adam said meekly.

You looked up to the auburn trees around you, “Even with the destruction it’s beautiful.” Your voice sounded just as small as his, as though you had lost your ability to talk to him.

Adam didn’t respond for a moment, but you could hear him shuffling his feet. You could imagine the look on his face, maybe dumbfounded or awkward as he tried to spit out his next words.

“You know- I’m really glad that you’re here.” He took a few more steps towards where you sat.

You smiled at his words. His voice was always so warm, so kind, even when he was awkward. Especially when he was awkward.

“I’m sorry that I can’t do much to help you.”

“What do you mean?” Adam was finally next to you, and sat himself down, his form hovering over you in a way that it hadn’t used to, “You’re my partner in crime.” He said it like it was so obvious.

“Partner in crime?” You glanced over at him, giving a brief smile at the dorky term. Even with his newfound powers, of course he was still the same nerd you had yearned for on earth.

Adam’s eyes looked up as he tried to think of a different term, “My other half?” He said it as if he was being really clever.

You guffawed at him, your face growing warm, “That’s even dorkier!” you said between laughs.

The smile on his face grew and you almost believed that you could see him blushing too. “Not like that! I just meant- well- we’re a team.” He said sheepishly.

As your laughter died down, Adam bumped his shoulder against yours. He took a breath, which you knew meant that he was trying to shake away his nerves, “I just mean that I’m lucky to have you by my side.”

You pressed your shoulder into his and left it there. Your eyes turned away from him to the foliage in front of you. “I appreciate it Adam, but I’m no soldier. I’m no hero. I don’t know if some random earthling can do much for you mister prince.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Adam shifted away from you, not to create distance but to turn himself to fully face you. “You’re one of the bravest people I know I mean- you believed me when no one else did, and when the time came for me to come back, you were willing to leave your home planet without hesitation! I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

Adam reached for your hand in your lap. He took it firmly in his, more insistent that you had ever seen him (and you had helped with the sword search, you had seen insistence).

“I wouldn’t have wanted to be here if it wasn’t with you.”

The blush on your face deepened as your eyes snapped up to meet Adam’s.

“It doesn’t matter that I’m a prince or that I have all of this-“ he gestured to himself with his free hand, “I rely on you.”

You grasped his hand tightly. “Adam, you can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” His eyes searched yours.

“Because I care for you more deeply than I should. And when you go saying things like that it makes me feel like you feel the same.”

Adam’s face flushed bright red at your confession. An amber leaf floated into his hair. Your hand itched to reach for it. You watched his mouth open, then close, then open again like a fish out of water.

“You… you- me?” His words were broken as he tried to process and his free hand pointed to himself. He tilted his head slightly, like a confused puppy.

You felt like a wind up toy, your insides fluttering and twisting with nerves as you waited for your oldest friend, your partner in crime, your second half, to gather his wits and to say something. Despite your apprehension, you nodded at him to affirm that you had meant every word.

At your nod his face broke into a disbelieving grin, his free hand moving to grab your other hand. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You forced yourself to keep eye contact, “You went on dates with other girls! I assumed if you had been interested you would have said so.”

Adam’s eyebrows raised teasingly, “You think that I would have spoken up about having a fat crush on my best friend? Besides those dates never progressed past the first one.”

“You said it was because they never believed you.”

Adam shrugged sheepishly, “Mostly. But I wouldn’t have wanted to go further anyways. I always found myself wishing that it was you.”

Before you two could say anything else, Duncan yelled at you across the clearing to get off of your butts and come get ready to keep moving. Adam hesitantly let go of one of your hands, using his grip on the other to help you up.

You went to move towards the ship, but he pulled you back by your still connected hands.

“Once this is all over.. when Eternia is safe, I want to take you on a date, a proper one. I’ll show you everything that I’ve always wanted to.”

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notes: nsfw themes, 16+, quirkless!au, band!au

context: katsuki bakugo is a drummer in a band, with jirou (singer), kirishima (basist) and kaminari (lead guitarist). y/n is jirou's best friend. masterlist

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katsuki bakugo was always full of surprises. from the great effort he took into spiking his hair, to the deep black eyeliner he smudged on his waterline, it seemed like every week, you found out something new about him. originally, he was simply a hot-headed classmate who sat two rows in front of you, only interested in body-building and heavy music, while you were seemingly distant and dry.

Could you write like an angsty fic where the reader and Rafe have a fight and Rafe, as usual, gets crazy, angry, irritated etc like he usually does, but the reader actually stands up for herself instead of just crying about it.

You absolutely don't have to write this if you don't want to.

loved this request! we all love sub reader but i agree it's time she stands up for herself hehe

hope u like it! lmk if you'd like a part two 🫶🏻

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damon hears the door go, and the patter of footsteps on the wooden floorboards in the entranceway to the flat. he hears a jacket being hung up and shoes kicked off, and the footsteps approach him.

graham appears in the doorway looking particularly sorry for himself, and he sighs. damon looks him up and down, looking equal parts confused and concerned. he pats the spot next to him.

his eyes are glossed over, and his eyebrows are turned up in a slight frown, more than upset. at least he’s home. with his best friend. he watches damon encourage him over.

the guitarist’s shoulders relax. hes safe, back at their shared flat, and he doesnt have to perform anymore. not with damon. he comes over and flops down on his front, head almost resting on damon’s thigh.

he looks down at him, and turns the volume on the tv down, hand moving to rub his shoulders. “bad day?” he asks.

graham nods with a quiet “mmph…” into the sofa cushions. he turns his head to the side to see what damon is watching. its just the news.

he closes his eyes with another huff, socked feet rubbing together slowly like a cricket. the singer speaks. “what made it so bad?” graham looks up at him.

“they were out of my favourite muffin at the cafe, i tripped over my own feet in front of everyone else in town, and then it rained like mad on the way home…”

he vents.

the older tuts in sympathy, scruffing up his hair. “aw, poor grah…” he says softly. it wasnt a mocking tone at all. just a gentle acknowledgment. “that sounds rough, huh…”

he huffs and slowly sits up. damon puts an arm around him and pulls him into his side, rubbing his arm gently. graham happily leans into him, getting comfortable beside him with his legs pulled up.

damon gets the laptop from where it leans against the sofa beside them, and turns it on, logging in. graham watches curiously.

he goes into the files and searches through them until he finds the folder containing pictures from his old camera.

this documented their early blur years and what they got up to. mostly just damon and graham. he starts to click through them, thumb still rubbing graham’s arm.

the guitarist finally gets a smile on his face at seeing all the pictures. he’d missed all those fun times they’d have together before it got to be too much of a business rather than a band.

damon chuckles to himself, looking at one particular photo of alex upside down, falling from what looks to be a failed handstand. graham smiles.

“he’s a right twat, look at him…” he murmurs into damon’s shoulder.

the next one is them all posed in a line in one of the places they played a gig at. all smiley and happy.

graham settles down now, exhaling slowly and resting his head against the singer’s shoulder. he’s always so warm. its cozy in this little flat.

he clicks to another one, and its a picture of himself and graham curled up on one of their bunks, cuddling and fast asleep in eachothers arms. damon’s eyes in the photo show he had been crying a bit.

graham’s bottom lip sticks out, and he rests on his shoulder again. “awh, look at you…look at us all cuddled up…”

the next is the same scene, but a blanket had been placed over them both by alex or dave.

theres more cuddles later on, and one with damon kissing his cheek and the younger trying to scramble away from it, giggling and trying to shove him away.

“its easier if you just let me kiss you, grah…” he murmurs, and the guitarist mock-frowns in response, side eyeing him.

damon turns to the side and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, and graham whinges in protest, trying to wipe the kiss off of his face and pressing it back onto damon’s cheek.

as they continue to flick through, graham’s weight against the other’s shoulder gets heavier and heavier, and he stops responding.