Derek’s favorite version of Dex is the Dex that flickers like the soft light of a candle. The Dex that doesn’t pretend that he hates being held, the Dex that whispers in Derek’s ear about his day like it’s a secret, like Derek is the only person allowed to hear the mundane facts of Dex’s life, what he ate for lunch, what Angelina from stats told him about Professor Greene. The Dex that likes to kiss Derek’s nose and eyes twice each because he doesn’t like odd numbers. The Dex who will hold Derek’s face in his hands and press their foreheads together. Who has cinnamon eyes and when he tells Derek he loves him, he believes it.
Derek’s favorite version of Dex is the Dex that skitters around like a bunny in spring. The Dex that forces him to sit down and watch the 1960s Star Trek only to talk over it the entire time. The Dex that will hook his chin over Derek’s shoulder and say “mmm yes” in a horrible impression of Yoda. The Dex that blows raspberries into his stomach when he’s drunk and sometimes when he’s sober. The Dex who has a Boba Fett action figure on his nightstand just in case. The Dex that will hold his hand when they walk into the video game store every single time.
Derek’s favorite version of Dex is the Dex who burns down cities with the slightest spark. The Dex who presses Derek down into the mattress and moans in his ear, makes his whole body throb with want. The Dex that will storm out after an intense fight and leaves him breathless. Who kisses like he wants to sear the taste of anyone else from Derek’s mouth, leaves bruises like scattered rose petals on his skin. The Dex that cries angry tears, who gets angrier the more they fall, like water thrown on a gas fire.
Derek’s favorite version of Dex is the Dex with a bleeding heart. The Dex who will donate a dollar at every drive thru. The Dex with a chip on his shoulder. The Dex who quite literally gives people the shirt off his back. Who can’t pass by a homeless person without giving them something. The Dex that can barely afford to eat every month who gives and gives and gives until he can’t anymore. The Dex who picks up strays every weekend just by “coincidence.” The Dex who sometimes can’t sleep at night because he knows someone out there is hurting. The Dex that makes Derek desperate to be better.
Derek’s favorite version of Dex is the Dex that is steadfast, dependable. Competent, in every sense of the word. The Dex that fixes the dryer and the oven and the shower every other week. The Dex that actually has a toolbox with his initials on it. The Dex that has a budget and can stick to it. The Dex who already knows about taxes and social security. The Dex who works on his truck for fun. The Dex Derek knows he could probably marry, have the 2.5 kids and the white picket fence with. The Dex who makes forever feel possible.
Derek’s favorite version of Dex, is Dex. The Dex who cries at the end of Forrest Gump, who listens to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin on repeat. The Dex who has no table manners, who shovels food in his mouth like he’s angry at it. The Dex who is unendingly wheezy in the spring, and burns after ten minutes in the sun. The Dex who hates reading and doesn’t get art and really has no clue where “to thine own self be true” came from. Dex, who never really let Derek have a honeymoon phase. Dex, who Derek is wildly, hopelessly, boundlessly in love with.
this got kind of out of hand which is why it took me 200 years to publish it?? it is also arguably the worst thing i’ve ever written and i love it. not exactly what u requested by enjoy 🙂
Kent is lying on his side on the couch with his head in
Jeff’s lap.
Jeff is watching Sports Center, and Kent is mostly just
spacing out. It’s warm and comfortable, and he feels safe, and the background
noise of the TV and Jeff’s hand carding through his hair is lulling him to
sleep.
do i have any homestucks (besides the obvious) even still following me? anyways give me vrisnep headcanons?
that’s a terrible ship and I hate you for summoning the thought into my mind out of the ether.
anyway – au where nepeta waits for vriska to go out flarping and kills her lusus, getting somewhat injured in the process but recovering anyway because (naturally) cats have nine lives :33.
vriska goes berserk with rage and attempts to hunt nepeta down across the forests and caves of alternia to exact an even worse revenge, but nepeta knows the land and has superior vision in the dark, and by the time she actually catches up to nepeta she’s exhausted and hungry and miserable and has had a chance to think about some shit.
“you’re furee :33 have some roast [bizarre alternian animal]” says nepeta, courteously, and vriska makes her punch herself in the face a few times before she completely runs out of steam and can’t mind control shit, faceplanting and shrieking into the dirt for a few solid minutes.
nepeta pawses, licks her wounds, kicks vriska over onto her back and clubs her right in the mouth with [alternian rum ham equivalent], and waits until vriska grudgingly starts chewing on it, then sits on her legs.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” vriska asks, somewhat rhetorically. “no8ody asked you to meddle in my fucking 8usiness. like, who died and made you the Empress, huh? what made your puny little 8rain think it was a good idea to cross me?” irritatingly, nepeta giggles. “shut the fuck up, I’m interrogating you! why did you do it?”
nepeta grins. she has very sharp teeth, and her eyes are like yellow lamps in the dim firelight. “the same reason everyone hunts, silly. the glory of the kill.”
vriska swallows. nepeta goes ^w^.
“… you know what?” vriska says, a hint of something that might be admiration in her voice. “you might 8e as crazy as I am.”
“fat chance,” nepeta sniffs. then she tilts her head. “what are you gonna do, now that you don’t have to feed her?”
vriska has been trying to find an answer to that question for the past six nights she’s been pursuing nepeta through the godforsaken wilderness. she still doesn’t have an answer.
“Kick your ass,” she says.
“you can try,” nepeta offers, charitably.
“8uild my own ship and explore the universe.”
“i don’t think mister mustard likes you enough to cart you around, though.”
“Destroy the Empire.”
“… what for?” nepeta asks, perking up a bit with interest.
vriska stops gnawing on the bone and tosses it into the fire, settling her hands behind her head. her eyes wander to the entrance of the cave, and the black sky littered with stars.
“… Same reason every8ody hunts,” she says, and grins.
“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”
“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.
Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
On one hand, Furihata
knows he doesn’t have any reasons to feel insecure. Even though they have a
long distance relationship, he talks to Akashi and texts and emails him almost
every day, and no one could be more attentive or loving than Akashi. Akashi also
makes regular trips to Tokyo when he can, explaining that it is much more
logical for him to make the trip because he has better access to travel.
(Akashi has never flat out said, “Because I’m richer than you and also I have
private jets and chauffeurs,” but it is sometimes heavily implied).
But Furihata feels
it’s important that sometimes he is the one who makes the journey to Kyoto, and
he’d feel better about the whole thing if he didn’t get the impression that
Akashi didn’t quite like it when he was here.
And now, a few of
Akashi’s classmates have spotted him, and they’re talking to him, and Furihata
wouldn’t say he was jealous, exactly, but these girls are all incredibly
pretty and also wearing very fancy clothes with designer handbags and he can’t
but follow a certain train of thought along the lines of, “These girls are all
way out of my league, which is fine because I have a boyfriend, except these
girls all clearly like my boyfriend, and holy crap that probably means my
boyfriend is leagues out of my league.”
Trying to convince
himself that Akashi can’t be out of his league if they are actually dating
doesn’t seem to be working, and he seems to be running in so many circles in
his mind that he’s dizzy and distracted.
So he doesn’t notice
when he accidentally wanders into traffic until the car almost hits him.
*
The honking gives him
enough time to jump out of the way. He falls on his butt and scrapes his palms
and he thinks, “Holy crap I could have died.” He has just enough time to wonder
how many near-death experiences one person is reasonably allowed to have during
high school before they’re officially deemed too stupid to live before Akashi
is there, in front of him, touching him everywhere.
“Furi, Kouki,
are you alright?”
“I’m fine, really,”
Furihata says, laughing slightly. “Gosh, that was dumb.”
“Ooh, you’re
bleeding,” one of the girls’ says sympathetically. “Here, I have a handkerchief—”
“Leave,”
Seijuurou snarls, glowing bright red. “All of you, get out of here.”
The girls abruptly
turn around and leave, in a vaguely zombified manner.
“Seijuurou,” Furihata
says, slightly taken aback. Akashi—both versions of Akashi—is usually very
careful about when he uses Absolute Order.
“Are you sure you are
unharmed?” Seijuurou asks.
“Yes, it was just a
scrape,” Furihata says, showing him his hands. His palms are bleeding,
but the wound is shallow, it’s not anything worse than what he could have
received during basketball practice.
Seijuurou cradles his
hands carefully in his, rubbing his thumb along the uninjured side. “We are
going home,” he announces.
“What? We still have a
movie—”
“We are going back to
Tokyo,” he says more firmly, glowing red again for a brief second. And Furihata
falls silent, because if Akashi is trying to Order him he must be very
rattled. So he lets Akashi wrap an arm around his waist and walks silently
alongside him, very confused, and very concerned.
*
It is only Seijuurou’s
complete control over his own body that keeps him from shaking. He is furious
with himself and how unforgivably stupid he has been. He has been sloppy
and he didn’t think things through, and after all of training from Teiko and
Akashi Masaomi he should have known better.
He has come, for
better or worse, to depend on the Emperor Eye to warn him of danger. Gold had
whole premonitions—he could see a whole mission before it happened and warn of
every potential hazard. Seijuurou had only experienced that sense of clarity
once, when he knew for certain what would happen to Teiko if they all ran away.
But he does see
danger. His foresight has always let him know when a threat to himself or his
Generation was imminent. It had let him down only once and he hadn’t thought
about it (he hadn’t thought about it! Foolish and lazy and
stupid!). When he had been abducted he hadn’t seen it coming and at the time
he’d assumed that was because of something Teiko had done as a precaution—like the
collars they created that inhibited his abilities.
He is not sure he can
ever forgive himself for not making the connection sooner.
Furihata is immune to
his abilities. A trait that Akashi has been very thankful about because it
means he can never accidentally Order Furihata to do something against his
will.
It never occurred to
him that it also meant he will never know if Furihata is in danger.
A/N: OK! So! When I had
this sudden epiphany how I wanted to combine both of these prompts together
(plus some bonus jealous Furihata for the one anon-friend who asked recently) I
was super excited about this but then also realized it was probably better if
it appeared in the long story I have planned but I’d already written more than
half of it and I’m still super excited about it so I’m posting it anyway! But
it might also appear again in that longer story I have planned. Sooo, call it a
snippet into that story that isn’t written yet. Thank you so much,
anon-friends!!
Takao has been in a
bad mood all day, and Midorima doesn’t know what to do with that. He knows that
Takao is in a bad mood, because he’s not laughing, or joking or teasing or
doing any of the usual Takao things. Unlike other people in a bad mood, Takao
doesn’t snap at others or show any open hostility, he’s just quiet, like he’s
concentrating very intently on any task at hand. Midorima does not like the
fact that he is quiet.
“Is something wrong?”
he asks, early in the day.
“No,” Takao says.
“What makes you think that?”
Midorima doesn’t
respond, because he especially doesn’t like the fact that Takao is lying, but
he doesn’t press the issue.
*
“What’s up with your
boyfriend?” Miyaji asks during practice.
“He wouldn’t say,”
Midorima says.
“Did you do
something?” Miyaji asks suspiciously.
“I never do anything wrong,” Midorima says, with a haughtiness that he doesn’t
quite feel. What if he did do something? Would he know? He’s never had a
boyfriend before (he’s never even had a friend before) so he’s not sure
how he would know if he did something wrong.
“If that’s your
attitude, I’m not sure you’re going to have a boyfriend for very long,” Miyaji
says.
*
After school, he shows
up at Takao’s house unannounced, holding a cheeseburger.
“Here,” he says,
placing the cheeseburger in Takao’s hands. “It is your lucky item for the day.”
“I know,” Takao says,
confused, “I listen to the show in the morning. What are you doing here,
Shin-chan?”
Midorima purses his
lips, feeling stiff and awkward in the presence of someone he’s never felt
awkward around before. “I wanted to see if you were feeling better.”
Takao tilts his head
to the side. “I wasn’t feeling bad.”
“Then, I’m here to
help you study.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say
no to that,” Takao says, smiling slightly, “Let me copy your English homework.”
“No.”
*
“My dad called,” Takao
says, halfway through their English homework. He doesn’t even look up from his
worksheet.
There is a very long
silence as Midorima wages a war within himself. He wants to say something, but
he wants to say the right thing, and he’s not sure what that is. He
knows Takao doesn’t like talking about his father, so he’s pretty sure he’s not
supposed to press for details. And he’s not sure if he could provide comfort,
because it’s not something he could even understand.
“I wish he wouldn’t,”
Takao says, sounding angry. It’s so unsettling, Midorima’s not sure he’s ever
heard Takao be angry before. “If he’s going to be an asshole he should
just remain an absentee one. I wish I never had to hear from him again.”
There’s a small part
of Midorima that wants to say, I could make that happen for you. I could
make it so he never bothers you or makes you angry or makes you sad ever again.
I know how to do it, I’m very good at it. There’s a small part of him that
even wants to do this for Takao, because it’s something he knows he can
do.
But he’s also aware
that it’s probably not what Takao needs to hear.
*
He’s not entirely sure
what he should be doing, so he’s not looking at Takao at all when he reaches
out and grabs his hand. He’s not looking at Takao when he says, “He’s not
important. He doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking very firmly at his homework
even as he holds Takao’s hand. There’s more he wants to say, but Takao abruptly
flings himself on Midorima, pushing him down as he wraps his arms around him.
“Oh, Shin-chan, you’re
such an adorable tsundere! My boyfriend is the cutest boyfriend in the
world!”
“Stop that!” Midorima
says, although he doesn’t push Takao away. He has his arms around Takao like
he’s afraid Takao might disappear forever if he lets go. “I’m not cute.”
“You are, though,”
Takao says, laying down on Midorima. He sighs. “I’m very lucky.”
Which isn’t true at
all, Midorima thinks. Of the two of them, Midorima has been far more fortunate.
*
“So am I supposed to
eat this or just hold it for the rest of the day?” Takao says, still resting
his head on Midorima and holding out the cheeseburger.
“I’ve never been
certain,” Midorima confesses. “When it’s a food item, I usually hold onto it,
as long as it’s not perishable.”
“Eh, I’m eating it,
the luck will stay with me then,” Takao says, biting it and then grinning, “At
least for a little while, anyway,
before I—”
“Don’t be vulgar,
Takao,” Midorima snaps. When Takao laughs and continues eating his burger,
something in Midorima finally relaxes.
A/N: I am so, so sorry
it has taken so long to get to this prompt! I am very sorry, anon-friend, it
was a truly lovely prompt, but it was one of those ones that would have been
too long, if I tried to do all of the Miracles. (Even got longish just from
properly doing the one pairing). I promised a MidoTaka short for @fujoshi1827, so I
felt like this would be a good fit. I hope you both enjoyed!
just moving along like everyone else 