bakerstreet | Confess I Loved You From The Start

[OTA. Her love language is straightforward but easy to miss amidst her willful behavior. Expressing genuine concern rather than to keep her confident air up, sharing with you her favorite foods or spots to hunt/moongaze, and doing everything in her power to support you with minimal complaints because Iuno simply wouldn't be herself if she didn't give you her two cents whether you want it or not.]

[OTA. His vulnerability and his memory are his means of showing his love. With the former, it's being willing to show you all sides of himself, and even sleeping beside you. It's a vulnerable state for him to be in considering that Li Xiang has to constantly keep his guard up, and the fact that he'll be exposing himself like that speaks volumes of his trust and his feelings. For the latter, if he commits something you like/hate to memory: That's also a form of love language. He won't outright state that he recalls it unless it's a matter of conversation, but your favorite food stall? He grabbed your favorite food from there just the way you like it on his way to see you, and he'll do it so casually you won't think he went out of his way.]

1. Hey! You made it!

[Kara beams up at you as you enter her loft, gesturing to sit beside her on the floor of her living room, her hand patting the pillow she placed there.]

Ok, wait a sec...

[Kara opens up the Chinese takeout container in her hands a little wider, putting it on a plastic lid she put on her coffee table to use as a makeshift placemat. She takes chopsticks into her hand, clicking them together as she considers which Potsticker to pick up, her tongue poking out to the side of her lips in concentration.]

Aha, here! [She straightens up, picking up what she personally considers the perfect dumpling with her chopsticks, handing it over to your container next to hers.] Wanna share with me?

2. Hi! 😊 I made some cookie fries. ... Do you want some? 😗

3. [Wildcard option. Tell Kara you love her without telling her you love her~]

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(( His love language is gift giving and words of affirmation. If you're really lucky he'll combine both by writing a song for you ))

"You're my favorite."

[This emotionally stunted beefcake can't say the words. He just can't because there are too many reasons that he absolutely will not talk about.

But he shows up. He's present. Acts of service and care are his love language. If you're His Person he is going to look after you.]

[ Lots of "text me when you get home safe" and "I got/made you something" texts. Surprise baked goods, doing favors, checking in. Also, being reckless and putting herself in harm's way to protect the people she cares about. ]

"I brought you food."

[He has successfully gotten into your apartment and is now cooking you breakfast for dinner.]

The real question is, are there waffles? (All breakfast for dinner is good, waffles for any meal is the best.)

[He sighs, looking up from the pan he is cooking eggs in, raising an eyebrow at Steph,]

What do you take me for? Over there. [He gestures with his head to the counter over where a waffle station is set up of sorts. There was a bowl of waffle batter, a waffle iron, a can of whipped cream, and assorted containers that had every waffle topping you could think off.]

I'm making those for dessert.

[Steph looks way too excited about the waffle station, but walks over to hug Clark around the middle from behind.]

Oh, man, you're the best.

Pancakes?

...

Is there bacon?

[She's woken up with worse people in her house doing things. At least he wasn't stealing her peanut butter.]

[Tempting, but he has his own peanut butter, thank you very much.]

Yep! [He answers, smiling up at Jessica after flipping the pancake with a spatula.] I'm making those next after I finish this batter.

Do you like them extra crispy?

Medium. Not too crunchy, not too floppy.

[She came up behind him, trying to peer over his shoulder. Imagine that. Someone cooking in her kitchen. Was she actually awake?]

To what do I owe the honor? Need something?

[The smell of pancakes, butter, and maple syrup are all real. Clark Kent is, without any doubt, cooking in Jessica Jones' kitchen.]

Roger Dodger!

[He says, saluting Jessica, still holding the spatula in hand like the dork he is.]

What, no? [Clark gives her a quizzical look,] I don't need anything.

[He puts the now-cooked pancake off the pan and onto a serving plate where he's been stacking the rest.] I just wanted to see you. And I wanted to do this.

[Pouring the last bit of batter now to cook that.]

You just... randomly decided I wasn't eating enough and that meant breakfast food?

[She glossed over the wanting to see her part because she was ignoring how that made her feel. Those little zaps of happy that her brain was already trying to smother, like it might be a wildfire that took over her emotions.]

You eating with me? Because I definitely can't eat all that.

Um, are you hungry? We can share my lunch if you want.

[ Character information/prefs]

[Current to the end of the first season of the show, although I am aware of what's to come in season 2. Here for AUs, and what-ifs, and exploring different paths in canon and all the moments in between. Canon and crosscanon are both equally loved. Not all that interested in Aegon.]

[ Although she's learned to communicate her intentions with the Guardians - and those had been lessons by fire, in the best of ways - Mantis holds firm that words sometime fail. So she finds the path back to the first stalwart of her life: her powers. Feelings don't waver. Through it all, they shine beacon-strong.

Her fingers graze your skin and, perhaps for the first time, you feel love without borders or resistance. Unconditional affection. Adoration. ]

[Grand gestures are fine and all, but this is a man who will be with you. Doesn't matter how dire or mundane. He will take care of himself for you. Share a meal, make sure the bed isn't cold when you lay your head down.]

"Today, we'll do what you want."

It's been two days since he woke up here. He doesn't know how he got here. Well, that's wrong. He knows how, he just doesn't remember any of the getting here; it's a very fine line between those two, especially in recent history. It's Daniel's fault. A lot of things are Daniel's fault these days.

He's little more than a heap on the couch when Daniel makes that particular declaration. There's a part of him- the kid that befriended him all those years ago– that almost wants to find that comforting. He's too embittered to feel that way, though.

"I wanna go home. How about that?"

"Do you? Do you really?"

Daniel glances at him, looking him over. His immediate emotional urgency is to anger - how dare Luke throw everything he's done back in his face by wanting to leave? He's doing what he can and giving at least a little concession, dammit. But he stuffs it down.

With a fake look of sympathy, he plops himself down on the couch next to him and leans in, patting at his face. It's meant to look like a fond gesture. A play at affection. It's not that he doesn't understand Luke will know better, but there's fucking power in doing it anyway.

"Let's think about that. What's the benefit in following that little yellow brick road?

Do you really have anything left there? They all know better than to trust you now."

"Yeah, I have a life there, which by the way, I didn't plan on abandoning!" he growls that last bit a little, annoyance sinking through, but it lacks the bite he had before. He's too wrung out to muster much more than that right now.

He flinches at the touch to his cheek, "Stop," he mutters, leaning away slightly. Is there... a small part of him that wanted to buy it? To believe it as the comfort it was masquerading to be? Maybe. But he's ignoring it, because it's just some lonely inner child bullshit and he's not going to let himself fall for it. Not now. Not after everything he's already done.

"I have Cassie. Mom..." And that's where the list ends, isn't it? And how sure is he that Daniel hasn't ruined every ounce of trust Cassie might have had for him? But his mom... he can't just leave her alone in that place. Even if it's a nice place, with no shady bullshit going on, how can he call himself a good son if he doesn't go back for her?

"Cassie, huh? Could be fun, if you did go back."

He has no interest in that other woman. She trapped him, she got what she deserved. It wasn't her prerogative to simply survive those pills, she should have chosen better and died, thanks.

"Think I could satisfy her? I know you haven't."

“Fuck you, Daniel.” He grumbles, a worried frown etching into his features that whole idea. No. He can’t go back, can he? Not as long as he has the leech that is this guy kicking around. It’s too dangerous. He’s too dangerous to put himself around the people he cares about and risking their safety.

Fuck.

Luke feels the sharp sting of tears gathering in his eyes as it all starts to really sink in, swift and heavy. He can’t go back. He can’t go back until he finds a way to control Daniel, instead of the other way around. But he’s isolated now, alone and far away from anyone or anything familiar. Only his antagonistic hallucination for company.

"Sure, you could. But I think you'd have more fun the other way around."

He looks at Luke's face then, finding he's fascinated by the tears that are gathering. It's the kind of reaction he doesn't usually see? When he affects someone, they lean into it, they want to become what he's making them. Luke is different, he keeps resisting and the more he does, the more Daniel feels drawn in.

"You're upset," he observes, as if it's something new and quaint. A fascination. "You could fight back, you know?

Become the carnivore you're meant to be."

He rolls his eyes and doesn’t bother even giving that a response. He doesn’t even want to have this conversationg right now. Too bad he can’t escape.

“Of course I’m upset, what else would you expect?” He scoffs a little at that, “Carnivore, huh? What makes you think that?” He can’t help the curiosity, and honestly? It’s a welcome distraction.

"You have the potential, even if you don't have the chops to pull it off, yet. It was you that's poured the pills into that blender. It was your voice that screamed at me until I went inside the dollhouse."

He isn't angry at this point. No, that's a lie - he's incensed. But he's also into it? Nobody's ever controlled him before.

There's so much potential here, id only Luke would give up on being a good or stable person. Aka: boring.

"Your prison is your supposed morals. The lock and key are caring what others think. Do you actually believe in the rules you want to follow, or are you just scared?"

He's smiling the entire time he speaks. It never stops once.

“I put those pills in the blender because of you!” He fists his hands into his hair and groans, frustrated. “I wish I’d never touched that goddamn dollhouse again.”

He shakes his head, “Morals aren’t a prison, they’re good to have,” it’s the only thing he can think to counter that point.

“Scared of what?” That smile on Daniel’s face is… unsettling to say the least and Luke is a little concerned about it.

"If wishes were horses, beggers would ride. Don't waste your time dwelling."

He scoots in a little closer, but he stops short of actual contact. It's odd for him to neither do that nor hover over and in Luke's space. The smile continues.

"That you'll like it, of course."

That continued, unbroken smile is unsettling; doubly so with the way he gets closer, but very deliberately stays just outside of real contact.

He scoffs softly. “You clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do.” What a stupid thing to say to a hallucination??? Jesus fucking Christ, he hates his life.

"I didn't find you that day. You approached me and told me my name."

It's not as if he hadn't had others, but Daniel is firmly him now. That is not changing, not even close to doing so.

"You started it. Are you telling me you'll finish it? Because I don't see that happening."

"Did you have a different name before that day?" The curious question comes a little small and soft; now that the words are out of her mind, she feels more like she's writing a silly thing to even ask, but he can't help himself continuing, for some reason.

"Depends on what you mean by fishish... I guess...

"Does it matter? Those names aren't who I am now."

It's true in such a literal sense that it makes him wish he could vomit. But he's not going to actually admit the influence Luke can, does, and perhaps even could have more of over him. That would be foolish and he hasn't been in a very long time. Another name, of course.

"Kill me. If you think you could."

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Luke frowns a little at that, wondering if that makes as much sense as it seems to at first blush; that happens sometimes... Daniel says something that he'll take at absolute face-value without thinking deeper on it, and there was a blatant sign in front of his face he missed. But he's never had a different name, so he can't really appreciate it the way he'd like to.

"I dunno... I'm just curious, you know. Who you were before me. Were you actually anyone- anything at all? Or is it like just the vaguest sense of personhood I could give you when you first showed up? Like I was a kid??? Of course, you had another life before me, but maybe that's why you don't really remember it?" He never thought about the way he never met Daniel's parents as a kid. They were always at his house, or the park when Claire would take him; sometimes, Luke wonders if his mom somehow shared the delusion with him– she never seemed to think much about Daniel's parents or anything either– or if she just thought it was as innocent as any other kid's first imaginary friend.

"Oh... I..." his lips twitch in a pale approximation of a smile that flickers across his features and fades just as quickly. It's all he's got, damn. Absently, he picks the pill bottle up from the table and rattles it a little. "What these are for, right?" Shit. He blinks, hard, and stares at the bottle in his hand, almost zoning out for a few seconds. Had he taken it earlier? Fuck. There's not even anyone he could verify with because... even Luke knows he can't trust a hallucination's word about something like that.

Confess I Loved You From The Start

Iuno | Wuthering Waves

Li Xiang (Rover) | Wuthering Waves

Kara Danvers | Supergirl (DCTV) | ota gen, m/f if shipping

Dorian Storm | Critical Role | OTA

becca nova ♠ original ♠ ota

John Walker - MCU - ota

Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes ∞ OTA

Lin Lie | Marvel | OTA

Clark Kent「Superman」 | DCU

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Pauline Bonheur | OC | OTA

Helaena Targaryen | House of the Dragon | voicetesting

mantis | mcu

Gustave | Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 | OTA

'Daniel' | Daniel Isn't Real | OTA

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Luuuke bb ;;

best sad boi 😔

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