Your first love broke you.
He died in a car crash or maybe he cheated...? The details don't matter, the grief does. For years, you built walls so high even sunlight struggled to get through.
Then came college.
What started off as a friendship, well for you it was more of an unintentional coping mechanism because he reminded you of a certain someone, turned into something very different.
You turned him down gently because loving again felt impossible after what happened before but He was not giving up, risking the heartbreak, a hopless romantic if you will.
"I'll wait" he repeated for the nth time, looking up at you like you were his world "However long it takes"
Question: If you could add lines to this story, what would it be?
Imagine a world where all living beings co-exist, whether peacefully or not is a fic for another time. Much like Zootopia then mix in some Monster High.
In this world, there are 2 states of being, the natural breeds and the hybrids.
A/N: This is a little appreciation post for Gary De'snake in Zootopia 2. He's such a sweetheart. I got carried away and tweaked his character a bit😝. Enjoy!
You are a human living with a hybrid, a naga called Gary De’snake.
As awkward as that may sound, in reality, you have been living with Gary for over two years, and you’ve built a camaraderie so strong, you don't remember where you end and where he beings anymore. Literally.
It's winter again. The heater hums faithfully in the corner, casting a weak orange glow across the living room. You're curled on the couch in your favourite oversized sweater, snacks within reach, eyes glued to your show.
“Gary,” you mutter between bites. “The heater’s on.”
“I know,” comes his voice, low and smooth like velvet over stone.
“But it’s taking too long to warm me up.”
You sigh. “Go sit by it then.”
“Don’t be mean,” he whines playfully. “I’ll freeze to death!”
“Bro you’re part snake, you don’t freeze …”
You are shut up by the familiar weight that settles over your legs as two meters of warm scales slowly wind around you from behind. Sat on the very large couch, Gary has you wrapped like a burrito, one coil under your knees for lift, another at waist level for support, then higher still a gentle pressure snug against your back as he rests his head just above your shoulder.
And then he squeezes.
Not enough to hurt or steal breath, just firm enough that resistance feels silly; like fighting gravity or raindrops falling. Now, any sane person would be freaking out at the sheer power packed in those muscle coils around them but for you? This is home, thick scales radiating heat through fabric, strong muscle moving with careful precision, an unspoken promise woven into every careful loop around you.
So instead, you lean back fully into him and whisper "…You win."
This is usually how it goes. When you’re home, you’re his favourite furniture and he always has a scientific reason for needing to be all over you. This time it’s the cold and how ‘reptilians require external factors to regulate their temperature’ or how ‘reptilians rely on vibrations to hear better’.
Even when your rational side scoffs at his scientific justifications, the softer, needier part of you can never quite tell him to stop. His touch, even if it's under the guise of biology, is a comfort you crave more than you want to admit.
‘Kissing him to see if he melts into it’ TikTok trend
A/N: This will be a short one based on characters I’ve already written, they follow the plot in their own headcanons.
Pairings: Choji x Reader, [Aged up] Huey x Reader and Jabber x Reader. Choji’s story is available on my Wattpad account if you wanna check it out. Link in my Bio.
Choji Tomiyama
You believe you’ve healed enough and so here you are going through all the photos and memories from your relationship with Choji. That’s what led you to the footage of the ‘kiss him and see if he melts’ trend you guys did.
You were at home that day trying out new recipes, if they went well, you and Choji would have something to eat that night during your movie marathon ritual. The thought spurred you on with renewed motivation until your phone rang breaking the spell. It was Choji and he notified you that he still had some things to straighten out at Shishitoren and would be a little late. A bit bummed out, you finish cooking and sat on your phone waiting for him.
You were watching the ‘Kissing him to see if he melts into it’ trend an hour later when he called again to let you know he was close by, so you decided why not do it now. He finally walks through the door, apologetic eyes frantically scanning for you. Turning on the lamp and emerging from your watch point in the darkness, you fix him with that half angry, half sulking look you do and he’s quickly making his way to you spewing apology after apology.
“Lift your arms” This brings him to an abrupt halt.
“Is this punishment? Do you accept my apology at least”
“Lift your hands above your head” He obeys and you approach him silently. Once you’re close enough, he lowered his hands on instinct, reaching for your waist.
“Cho…” Your voice taking a warning tone.
“Okay, okay, sorry” Your hands find its place on his cheek and out of your peripherals you see his hand slowly coming down and you sigh.
“But I’m not touching you though”
“That wasn’t the instruction” You sigh and kiss him. He doesn’t waste time before taking charge, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. You attempt to pull away because there’s nothing left to prove, he would melt under no pressure, but he pulls you back in pecking you all over your face and neck, whispering “I’m so sorry” in between pecks until you're giggling uncontrollably. The video ends with you screaming “I forgive you!!!!” while reaching for your phone and his “Are you sure?” as he trails behind you.
You laugh to yourself when the video ends, reminiscing. He was such a brat.
Huey Freeman
You’ve been stewing with the idea for a while. In your defence, you were so bored. After being inside for so long, even your phone gets boring. Well why don’t you just move? Well it seemed someone opened the doors of hell and forgot to close it behind them this summer break and you’d sooner sell your soul than leave this air-conditioned room and into the heat outside. It was one of those episodes where the Freeman household was the only one on the street with the AC working so people were starting to trickle in.
Due to this Huey preferred staying in his room and he was currently in the kitchen grabbing some ice lollies. This gave you ample time to decide on hopping on the trend and setting up your phone to record. Huey returns grumbling whilst holding a single lolly.
“What happened?”
“Grandad”
“Right, we can just share that one.”
Getting up from your spot and grabbing the lolly, you place it aside turning to him and he quirks an eyebrow, suspicious of you already and you roll your eyes.
“Down boy, trust me this is an experiment. Okay arms outstretched above your head” He complies without fuss; the heat must be getting to him.
He seemed slightly distracted but the moment you’re in his personal space, his attention is back on you, as he tries to guess where you’re going with this. Once your lips connect, he hesitates because of course he’s seen your phone set up in the corner. Though he is quick to abandon his apprehensions and melt into the kiss. Eyes shut momentarily, left hand coming to wrap around your waist, lifting you to your tippy toes. Then his right hand is reaching for the phone to stop the recording.
The last things on the recording are him lifting you off the ground and an ‘EW’ from Riley who happened on the scene.
Jabber Wonger
You have been with the Raiders for a while now, you have your own room at base, partake in training sessions and experiments with Zodyls, you’ve also mingled with everyone, and they’re actually good people. The initial fear of joining the group was almost ridiculous. Despite your newfound ‘freedom’ you still seek proximity with Jabber, so you spend the better parts of your free time in his room, running tests and what not. So, it’s no surprise to him at least when you suggest a new test.
You were in Jabbers room as usual waiting for him to complete a mission, he was retrieving a series of clocks or something. Out of boredom you decide to try the ‘kiss him to see if he melts into it’ trend that everyone's been buzzing about. Firstly, checking in with him on the choker about his arrival, then setting up the recording device you received from Cthoni in a corner of the room and then using the remaining time to summon the courage to pull it off. “He’s dense so he wouldn’t think anything of it”.
He finally arrives and all the courage vanishes.
“So? What’s up?”
“Um there’s this test that’s been going around and I wanted to try it with you”
“Oh, a new toxin? What is it? Tetrodotoxin?”
“You’ll see” He looked so syked, murmuring to himself, it made her feel bad to let him down.
“Shut up and raise your hands well above your head” He complies
After a deep breath, you just go for it. Eyes shut tight, lips clumsily on his while holding onto his face. For several moments there’s no reaction and you didn’t dare open your eyes to check, though the feeling of rejection started to rise until you felt choked. Meanwhile as you were in your feelings, Jabber was fighting a different battle. When you slammed your lips on his, he wasn’t sure what to do but after soon after once your lips began moving against his and your hands relocated from his jaw to the back of this neck, his hands came down and he had the overwhelming urge to hold you as well. Though he did not know why. So, what did he do? He stayed put after all this was a test and his masochist pleasure that came from denying himself comfort was at an all-time high.
You broke the kiss just as roughly as you initiated it, tears briming your water line. Avoiding eye contact, you reached up to the top shelf in the corner grabbed your device and left without another word. Jabber was beyond confused to say the least, but you left him with some emotions that he would need to unpack. You also left him with an injury after biting him lip with the intention to punish but it had the opposite effect.
I haven't finished watching the anime but I had an idea for a toxic relationship between reader and Jabber (because a relationship with him can only be toxic, in the context of Gachiakuta).
As we know he's ALWAYS on something and he's usually carrying out tasks for Zodyl. If he isn't I assume he's training so basically he's not usually wandering the street.
So imagine...
Meeting:
Reader was walking down the street in a trance, how long had it been since she had a roof over her head, a proper meal or even the comforting embrace of another. She clenched her jaw, fighting to contain the tears, but when her vision blurred anyway, she surrendered, fixing her gaze on the floor to avoid prying eyes. Until she bumped into something or someone...
The colour purple dominates her vision as her gaze rises, fixated on the person she'd just collided with. Her pulse stuttered, purple, so deep it felt like falling. His silhouette was all gentle angles but those locs framing his face, defiant and charming all at once. She couldn’t help but notice the way his collar dipped, revealing his neck, lean but not skinny, sturdy like the rest of him. All toned edges and quiet strength. His dashing looks almost belie the unsettling aura that surrounds him. He had a hint of darkness that set off subtle warning bells.
She jerked her gaze back to the floor, cheeks burning. “I’m very sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going”
Now:
Ever since then Jabber had become a frequent fixture at Reader's abode. That is if the run-down warehouse he put her in could count as an abode. He was unpredictable, appearing like a stray cat, sometimes he lingered, his presence filling the room with a quiet energy that was both comforting and unsettling. Other times he barely stuck around.
Thinking back to when they met, Jabber had disregarded her apology that day, instead murmuring something about 'her scent’ and ‘why is potential walking around the streets’. She couldn't shake the feeling that she needed him, desperately needed this connection. Her past was a dark web of memories she'd rather forget, but with Jabber by her side, it seemed to fade into the background.
Being with Jabber was unlike anything Reader had ever experienced before.... mostly because she never had toxins flowing through her veins, that and she was also barely conscious for the majority, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. He was a bit deranged, that’s for sure, but he brought something back into her life, something she’d lost so long ago, it felt like a fever dream like her carefree smile. She also became more and more inhibited as she surrendered to the feeling of the hallucinogen and whatever else he was pumping into her system.
So, imagine her terror when Jabber came in one day saying his boss had found out about their arrangement and he was to cease supplying you the ‘good stuff’. She froze, hoping she’d heard wrong.
“What?”
“You heard me”
“Why”
“Did you think I brought you here out of pity?” He crouches to her eye level on the floor. “I’ve been injecting you with a variety of toxins and poisons and you can handle them almost as good as yours truly. Now it’s time to join the Raders. Just think of all the training and potential you could unlock as one of us’.
She stared at Jabber, her brain struggling to process the enormity of what she'd just learned. Poison? That word hung heavy in the air, its insidious weight settling over her like a fog. She felt a cold, sickening dread grip her chest; When? What had I gotten myself into? Am I going to die? What does this mean for me? Her head throbbed, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The man she had been drawn to, the one she thought understood her, had been secretly injecting her with who-knows-what? The room seemed to spin, the world tilting on its axis as the full horror of the situation washed over her.
A/N: A boondocks universe in which aged up Huey is in university, and he has a wabi sabi girlfriend.
Background:
Your relationship is kept on the down low unintentionally; he’s not a PDA type of person and you don’t mind the thrill of ‘sneaking around’. It’s really not sneaking around but he lets you have your fun. Also, personality wise, people wouldn’t guess you guys were together. He’s quite and you’re….well….random.
The truth is you both grew up in the same neighbourhood but not close enough that you interacted on a daily. In fact, the first time you guys spoke to each other was at uni despite attending the same primary and secondary school.
Huey was a reserved but observant, highly intelligent, stoic, detached but a caring person and you were a free spirit, passionate and self-motivated, somewhere along the lines of an anarchic individualist.
From his younger years, Huey has been forced into roles of authority like; captain of the kick ball team or the drama performance at school. So, he barely struggled when he’s thrust into the role of class president and that’s how he encounters you, captain of the medieval reenactment society and his classmate.
Relationship:
You and Huey share love languages, quality time, physical touch (mostly you) and acts of service (mostly him). He has also ‘studied’ you, not in a creepy way, but like someone who’s memorized the rhythm of your breathing. Knows when you’ll bite your lip before you do, when your hands will fist at your sides. He’s the type to slide a coffee toward you three seconds before you realize you’re tired, or list out ‘Option A will make you overthink; Option B will piss you off, but you’ll pick it anyway’ when your brain starts spiralling.
Although there is no overt display of affection, you guys share little touches here and there. Like during lectures when you sit together in the busy hall and you want to hold his hand but hesitate because you know how serious he takes his studies and the last thing you want is to be a distraction. While you wrestle down the impulse, his hand slides over yours under the desk, thumb smoothing your knuckles and giving a reassuring squeeze. He doesn’t glance away from the lecture but the corner of his mouth ticks up, just for you.
Other times, it’s him feeding you while you ramble about your recent hyper fixation. Or when you’re with friends and he stares at you intently to get your attention.
Bonus example: You and Huey usually walk to your accommodations together after school but one day you had waited half an hour and so you went in search for him only to find him passed out in an empty classroom. Walking up to him, you peck him on the lips and whisper his name. He opens his eyes and reciprocates the kiss apologising for his tardiness. You forgive him of course.
At Wood Crest:
At home everyone knew both of you were together, Riley, Grandad Robert, Tom, even Uncle Ruckus (no relation). On break from uni, you guys head home together, and you usually spend most of your time at his house. You’re an only child so nothing happens at your house.
At the Freeman household, Riley is still getting into trouble, Grandad Robert is still bringing home strange women, Huey is still advising them, and he is also still getting ignored. Usually, he swallows the frustration that accompanies these situations but ever since you came along, he uses you as his stress relief.
For example: Riley had just shared his new ‘brilliant’ business idea with Huey. Huey, at his desk, typing, shut him down because his ‘brilliant’ idea could get him killed. Riley did not appreciate the honesty as usual. Some unpleasant words were thrown around before Riley stormed out. You lay on Huey’s bed half scrolling on your phone and half listening to the commotion. Some minutes after Riley left, Huey releases a loud sigh and then you hear sounds of shuffling before feeling the bed dip. Soon your arms are being lifted to make room for him to lay on you.
“He’s impossible” Huey grumbles into your neck. “He’ll be alright” you respond while massaging his scalp and scrolling on your phone. Theres another sigh and then a deep breathhu.
