#☕️anon

[writing-whump]

Sensory overload

☕️-anon wished to see how Hector and Arnie were doing in the meantime, so here we go. A bit of Arnie and Hector plus Olive and some emeto.

Arnie found Hector glaring at his phone on the couch at 7 pm.

"I don't think you can make it bend to your will that way," Arnie said as he rubbed at his eyes.

Since Sunday he had trouble sleeping for some reason, waking up at 5 or 6 am although he was never a morning person. He would turn in bed for two hours, trying to get himself back to sleep, but to no avail. It left him tired and grumpy, cause he wanted to sleep but couldn't.

To compensate, he took frequent naps during the day, like the one he just woke up from. Probably worsening the problem by not being tired enough to sleep through the next morning again.

Hector grumbled something, leaning back with his coffee only for his eyes to return to the phone screen 10 seconds later.

"Who's not answering?"

Hector scoffed, like the name wasn't worth saying out loud. Arnie kept quiet and watched him until his older brother finally caved. "Isaiah."

"Oh? It's so rare for you to message him." Arnie sat down behind the table, still disoriented from sleep.

"Yeah. And just when I do he ignores me. Isn't it weird?"

"I told you he planned some special anniversary thing with Seline on Saturday. That's why we weren't meeting. And then she likely stayed over so he had his hands full over the weekend."

"It's Tuesday," Hector protested.

"It's summer break," Arnie reminded. "More busy with free time with his pack and stuff."

"That's why I..." Hector turned his head away to scowl at the twilight behind the window.

"What was that?" Arnie gave up on the table and went to sit down next to Hector instead, grabbing his untouched coffee from his hand. "Look, you have been super busy during the holidays. You work 25 hours from 24 each day or train or claim some new territories you don't need. Isaiah can't be waiting around for you to make time for him."

Arnie didn't mean himself at all when he said it. He felt more than a little neglected by Hector's constant 'work' excuses. It was his last holiday before starting university and Hector was nowhere to be found.

Hector growled at the cup being taken out of his hand but said nothing. "That's why I wanted...never mind."

Arnie took a sip and grimaced at the taste. No sugar. "Wanted what?"

Hector bared his teeth at no one in particular. "I thought we could plan a trip, okay?! Just the three of us. I'm fed up with the city, so I thought we could do mountain climbing or some shit in nature. And when I suggest it, he doesn't respond. Asshole."

Arnie sighed. "That's really nice, Hex. I'm sure he will like it once he sees it." The younger blond leaned back on the couch. "You know how Isaiah is with the phone detox thing. He likes to take breaks from screens and being available."

"It's the girl," Hector spit out angrily. "Just when we get him back he has to have a girlfriend and a new pack to piss me off."

Arnie rolled his eyes. "We are not losing him to Seline, come on."

"Women always destroy families. Especially brothers. And wolves."

"I'm sorry, how many experiences do you have with that?" Arnie said with a snort.

"Oh, not you too!" Hector crossed his arms on his chest, sliding farther away from him on the couch.

Arnie chuckled. Delaney and Hector's other closest wolves have been bringing it up from time to time now. That Hector should be looking for a partner soon, ideally a witch to cement his position as branch leader.

Everyone knew wolves couldn't rule alone. Stability came from relationships, from functioning compatibility. A leader should have a witch to lead with, to offer to the pack, to bring them all together.

Hector, who had zero interest in dating since Arnie could remember, saw this part as particularly annoying.

"So. You gonna be in this splendid mood for the rest of the evening or we putting on something on Netflix?" Arnie yawned, putting the coffee away.

Hector got up, pacing the living room. "Can't sit still. I'll go for a run."

"You gonna leave me here alone?" Arnie pouted. Free evening and Hector was gonna spend it away again?

"You can join me," Hector said with a knowing smirk.

Arnie groaned. Hector knew he was not very keen on exercise. Being around a superhuman you could never hope to keep up and who would never let you win even knowing this was rather demotivating.

"I thought so. Enjoy wasting your life on useless Netflix shit, I'm leaving."

Arnie huffed and slid down on the sofa into a more comfortable position. Agitated Hector needed the exercise to keep his shadow calm. It was for the best.

...........

If you looked for a piece of quite in a crowded city such as Vienna, school grounds were the safest bet during summer.

It was tiring for wolves to be this surrounded by humans, noise and scenes all the time. Hector felt like the proximity of the buildings got only smaller, squeezing the air out of him.

He needed open space. Nature. Something green with a free view of the sky and the horizon.

Hector ended up back at the university campus at the bench near the ditch he found Matthew passed out not that long ago.

Of course he wanted the campus for himself now. He spend so much of his time there because of the uni that it felt like a base to him.

It was surprisingly lively on the way to the Messe, lights and people coming and going like fireflies drawn to light of the giant exhibition building. None went through the dark space around the bench though, for which Hector was grateful.

Not until his name suddenly echoed through the whole park.

Olive pushed her way through the crowd, which was quite an achievement since she was so small. "Hector! I didn't expect to see you here!"

Hector shrugged. "Just passing by." It always fascinated him how happy Olive seemed whenever she saw him. Her whole face lit up, her smoky gray eyes so big like a doe's.

"Oh." She stopped at the bunch, a cute little pout to her mouth. "So you are not coming to the expo?" When he looked perplexed, she continued, "Illusion and light play exhibition! It's just here for a few weeks."

Ah. That explained the liveliness.

Olive shuffled her feet. She wore a white button-up that hugged her slightly chubby figure, an orange-red necktie, short black hair hidden under a red beanie, and bright red shoes. Hector internally shook his head. Artists had the weirdest tastes.

"Would you...like to come too? I have been there several times, I know the best parts!"

She got excited so easily about the smallest things. If an exhibition or a nice sunset or a collection of crayons could make him so happy...then again, why not? He was not managing to stop thinking about Isaiah's unread messages and he could use a break from thoughts about his duties and goals before they started turning in circles too much.

"Whatever." He got up to his feet, which made Olive almost bounce on her feet.

"You are going to love it!" She actually grabbed his arm, dragging him forward.

Hector blinked at the contact. He wasn't sure how he felt about her being so comfortable touching him. On some level, he suspected she didn't realize he was a wolf or who he was in that world, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. It was amusing how relaxed she was, how she treated him with such friendliness. Was that normal with girls around guys?

Besides, it made him feel all smug he managed to throw people off his scent as a wolf. Managing this degree of control to not be recognized by the energy and danger wolves emitted or the thickness and reactiveness of their shadows was a point of pride for civilized wolves.

As they got inside and he automatically paid the ridiculously small tickets for them both, he wondered if there wasn't something else. Hector liked who he was. He was proud of who he was, and he never pretended to be anything else.

He was the Executioner's younger brother. He was Vincent Wolfson's son. He was the pack leader's nephew and chosen branch leader in a city as big as Vienna, in the heart of Western and Eastern Europe. Destined to achieve something big, to take over one day. That was his aim—he wasn't secretive about it.

But with Olive he was...just a guy. A stuck-up economy student who could be too blunt at times, but that she, for some reason, found amusing.

The exhibition's theme was the universe. There were seperate rooms projecting different light plays, from infinite space to exploding suns, kinetic installations, Milky ways changing colours, labyrinths of mirrors and light sculuptures.

Olive kept dragging him around, showing him her favorite pieces and projections, flooding him with background information and cool facts he didn't have the vocabulary to understand.

His eyes were beginning to hurt. The constant onslaught of lights that were actually everything but regular, the flashing patterns and ever-changing chaotic rooms...there were no points of reference. And worse, there were so many people—smashed together in an even tighter space, like a city, but smaller.

Hector felt a dull, throbbing headache building behind his temples. It reminded him of the subway, but worse. The lights were too much, the noise was too much. The rooms were spinning and turning, blending together and then spitting him out in confusing directions.

His stomach felt unsettled, waves of queasiness coming and going. Sweat was forming on his upper lip and at the back of his neck.

"O-Olive..." he blinked and screwed his eyes shut, stopping where he was, reaching with his hand in search of something solid. A wall or a door, something that wasn't moving.

"Hector? Hey, wait, what's wrong?"

"G-..." he gulped, his stomach feeling impossibly heavy. Heat went to his face and chest, intensifying the nausea. He gagged, slapping his hand against his mouth. "Get me out-"

He couldn't see in the confusion, the hall was too dark to contrast the effect of the rooms.

"Okay, just a second." A small hand closed around his. Hector squeezed it, maybe too tightly in his disorientation, mouth overflowing with saliva. Damn, he needed to sit down. The claustrophobic feeling was back and he gagged again, splash of acid against his throat.

Her small hand and trace of scent led the way and he let her, the only familiar focus point in the chaos of people and lights hurting his eyes. He crashed against the door on the way and cursed, but the pain of something solid against his side was a relief.

"Just a couple of steps," Olive said, tugging at his arm. "Almost there, I promise."

Hector unglued himself from the door with great difficulty, one more door coming up, when finally, finally he was hit with a wall of fresh air.

He gulped down on the semi-clean night wind greedily, panting to breathe against the nauseating sensation. Almost winning the round, if his stomach didn't cramp that moment and he groaned.

"Okay, okay, let's sit you down, okay?" Both of Olive's hands were wrapped around his arm, using all her weight and strength to steer him to the side of the entrance.

He couldn't tell where the bench was or where they were going. The ground was tilting again, all wrong and his knees buckled, sending him to the ground. Olive didn't let go, going down with him.

"I guess not. Okay, let's stay here, it's fine-"

Hector gagged, the world going deaf for a second and then retched as his dinner came out with a splash against the yellowed grass. At least it wasn't the pavement, that would have splattered more.

Olive was still under his arm, pressed into his side. Her hand snaked around his shoulders, tapping gently. "Feel better?" Her eyes were so wide again, glittering with concern.

"Sorry," he rasped. His body heaved with another retch but he fought it down. "Don't know what-"

"The lights. I'm sorry, I didn't know. The movement and lights can be overwhelming for more sensitive people-"

Hector scoffed, rocking up and down in attempt to catch his bearings. Why was he always throwing up around this girl? "I'm not sensitive."

"I didn't mean it like that," she said sharply, indignant now. "I mean, prone to motion sickness or with senses like shadow wolves. You can't say they are sensitive, can you? But there is even a warning at the entrance that it isn't good for them, cause there is a higher risk of sensory overload."

"Ah. That makes sense, then." He let himself fall back to sit on the ground properly, spreading his hands out. The world was still spinning, but it was slowing down a little.

Olive let go of him, kneeling at his side. "Huh?"

"I'm a shadow wolf too, Olive." Hector focused his eyes on her, wary of her reaction. "You really had no idea."

Her mouth made a little o, looking even more winded than he was. "Oh wow."

Hector cleared his throat. "So what? Scared of me now?" He shifted away. Normally, he enjoyed people being wary of him, of respecting his power, but the idea of Olive being scared of him wasn't appealing at all.

Maybe that was also one of the reasons he was in no hurry to correct her.

A flush crept up her face. "No, I'm not! I'm..."

"I wasn't hiding it, you know?"

"Right. The turf talk, and the people always behind your back. And how sick you felt at the subway...I just didn't...I never spoke to a wolf before. What does that- what does that mean now?" She covered her mouth with both hands. "Does that mean I was breaking all the rules of interaction? I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

Hector chuckled dryly, which turned into a cough and into another small gag. "Damn it."

Olive lifted herself up on her knees, gripping his shoulder. "You still feeling icky?"

Icky? What kind of word was that? He felt comforted by her unconscious touch though. On some level, he still didn't feel like a wolf to her. "Nah, almost good." He closed his eyes for a second, breathing through the sudden heat wave, letting out a loud burp against his hand before letting it fall to his side again.

"What does that mean for me?" Olive asked in a small voice. "You are not going to kidnap me or eat me or something, right?"

Hector had to laugh again. "No. That's not in our rules either." He looked at her hand on his biceps, realizing for the umpteenth time he didn't mind her touch as much as he should have. Not at all. Somehow she had touched herself into his shadow's graces and sense of space. "You don't have to follow any rules. Not with me. I'm too high up to mind," he reassured her.

She ducked her head, and when he tried to straighten up to catch her eye, he lost his balance and flopped right onto his back.

"Oh, so high up," she said with an involuntary giggle, leaning over him. "You okay?" Her hand climbed higher on his arm all the way to the top of his shoulder. "You are so sweaty."

"And dizzy," he admitted with a grimace. His arm shot up to grab onto her hand that was touching him. "A little warning, Olive. Wolves tend to think anything they are touching is theirs. You keep doing that," his eyes rose slowly over her arm to her body, "and I might forget how to let go."

Olive blushed even more, her round cheeks furiously red. Oh, he could get used to that expression.

Part 2

[xochimillilili]

nnng i love the way uou talk down to everyone a little.. i want you to be all gentle with me and carefully mold me into a little slut for you while i don’t even realize it,,

-☕️

That’s cute~ I could totally make you a nice slut toy, all gentle with you, but still looking at you as if you’re a dumb bitch~

Slowly get you to what I want, getting you presents and dressing you up, slowly making your outfits sluttier, telling you how pretty you look. Getting you used to the feeling of just sitting in my lap, softly holding your hips and grinding you against me, until you just naturally do it~

Slowly and lovingly making you a needy little whore, always needing a nice cock pressed against you or in you, just a cute slut made perfectly with care~

[zoropookie]

hai zoro, I hope you’re okay hun!! please take care of yourself and make sure to drink plenty of water!! -☕️

you yourself anon!! thank you so much for the check up :) i hope you’re well!

[thisismeracing]

was going through the bonnington!reader tag last night and damn do we have a lot of blog space dedicated to this girl and wthe world she lives in

i know that’s almost fully due to me but still

remember when i solely was submitting asks for komh? cause that feels like ages ago now

☕️

it feels like foreverrrrrr <3

[pretty-little-mind33]

hi loves, i just wanted to let you know that i appreciate you and your writing so so much. i’ve been going through a hard time lately, and thanks to your blurbs and fics that i never get tired of reading and re-reading, i always have something both comforting and exciting to look forward to every day. never stop doing what you’re doing and keep up the good work!

(P.S. can i be an emoji anon? if it isn’t taken i’d like to be coffee anon aka ☕️ anon!)

omgg your message made my day 🥺

i am so so happy my writing brings you some form of joy and comfort 💕🫶 and don't you worry, i'm not going anywhere any time soon!

i'm so very sorry to hear you're going through a hard time right now. i do truly believe there is always a silver lining to everything and so i know life will get better soon!!

oh and of course you can be ☕️anon! Welcome, my love 💖🌸

[wonysugar]

hi sugarrr!!

i was just wondering if i could be ☕️ anon!? :3

(biggest yunjin dick enthusiast!!!)

omg heyy!!

yes ofc ofc you may! welcome ☕️anon

(yes i’m gonna add that to your info thank you)

[jihyoruri]

i do small coed

- ☕️

I don’t know anything about cheer I do volleyball so idk what the hell small coed is

[poppy-metal]

dilf-next-door! art has me 😩 i just feel like he doesn't understand how good he looks. he knows that his body is bad. i mean he's an athlete after all. he's trained for years with the best personal trainers, had the best diet, still works himself to the bone, but he just doesn't see himself as super hot dilf. after years of his body just being a machine for tennis and all the choices for it being made by others, it doesn't feel like his body. it's just a vehicle to get things done. thinking about how infuriating and baffling it would be to hear him talk about himself like that. so you'd have to show him how wrong he was. you have him lay back on the bed and sit in between his legs. trace your fingers all over his arms and chest down to his stomach. rub his abs while you coo at him. he'd stare at you in awe because it all feels unique. being complimented so much and his position, it'd look submissive to an outside eye but everything you do is for him to recieve.

"most handsome man i've ever seen, art. so strong and fit. love it when you wrap your arms around me. make me feel so close to you and safe. and your legs, they're so strong too. feel hard under me. most guys my age don't even take care of themselves like you do. but all you do is work... and i think you deserve a reward."

just worship his body for the night. lick from his abs up to his chest and then kiss his neck. rub yourself on his thigh and tell him how good it feels. don't let him do any of the work aside from being able to feel you up however he wants. take his hands into yours when he grabs at your tits or hip, tell him how thick his fingers are and how good they feel when they're inside you. make it slow and thorough before you move on to the very hard thing in his boxers. 

-☕

cock worship with art..... head fuzzy..... he's so used to giving, and he prefers it that way - you can tell he's not used to it. his body is tense and nearly buzzing with the urge to sit up, to put his hands on you, but you'd looked up at him with your big doting eyes and pleaded with him, genuinely pleaded - like it was something you wanted (it was), to take care of him, to please him - and that doesn't really compute to him - cant work his brain around it - but he can't deny you anything, is the thing. telling you no is worse than getting a blowjob, he's not so deep in his issues with self worth that he'd make a big fuss about you putting your mouth on his body. its the staying still that he has trouble with.

you can tell with every twitch and jump of his muscles as you skim your mouth down his toned body. he hisses and jolts when you lick around the hard peaks of his nipples. "sorry," you giggle, moving down to his stomach. his hard stomach - god - "they looked cold. wanted to warm them up."

"jesus." you peer up at him to see his gaze is cast to the ceiling, like he cant look at you. it makes you smile, you know he doesn't get it but you're having the time of your life here. his perfectly toned, tight, rigid body. warm and solid under you, you cant help rubbing your cheek against his hip, nuzzling into the toned muscle of his thigh. he's so beautiful. theres so much power here - locked tight under skin and bones and muscle mass - all perfectly crafted, because even still he cares about his body, cares to keep it fit. and you'd love him no matter what he looked like, soft and round, short and stout, but just as he is - an athletes body, hes a marvel.

so much care and time spent into looking this way, and he expexts you not to appreciate it? not to drool over him? insanity.

"you're so strong," you coo at him. rub you hands up his twitching thighs. he doesn't have alot of hair - but he has some fuzz. your fingers find the band of his boxers, his hips lift the slightest bit with an inhale and you smile again - knowing that he loves this, needs this even if he wont admit it - he loves this - he wants this so bad - to be selfish. to be worshipped and shown love. to be desired and hungered for. and you're so hungry. "i think about you all the time, you know. your body - your cock -" your voice sounds like you're waxing poetry, your nose nudging up the cotton of his boxers, "i think about it all the time. drives me crazy. you drive me so fucking crazy."

"baby," he sounds pained. you see his hands twitch on the sheets, curl into fists, the effort not to touch you has to be driving me just as insane. "fuck, you dont - y-you dont have to say - "

"im not just saying it." you interrupt. "i mean it. i love -" the heat of his cock radiates from the thin cotton - you press your face against him through it. feel the hard organ jump under your lips. "-your big fat cock." your cunt is throbbing. you don't tug his boxers down yet, mouthing at him, your lips find the tip of him through the fabric and you pull it into your mouth, dampening the cotton - tasting the salt even now. moaning around it.

"oh god," he's trembling. he loses the battle and you feel his hands touch you, you don't ask him to keep still anymore, because you know hes not fighting this anymore, fighting you. one of his hands card through your hair, big palm cradling the back of your head. the other coming up to tug at his boxers. "please - "

you lift your chin, help him in shoving his boxers down - until they're resting under his balls, you take a moment to admire them - fat and plump and pink - try not to drool at the way his hard cock bounces free and rests against his hard stomach. a bead of pre already pearling out from his slit, leaking.

you fail on the not drooling. your mouth filling with spit. "please, what. what do you want me to do art?"

because he'll feel so free once he says it. admits it. gives in.

he meets your eyes and you try not to be turned on by the desperate almost panicked look in his gaze, like the enormity of his own desire scares him. his lips are puffy and bitten red and he naws and naws on them, before he lifts his hand, fingers feathering over your cheek. reverent. you watch his adams apple bob as he swallows.

and then art donaldson demands something from you for the first time. the hand cupping the back of your neck, urging you forward, towards his hard aching cock thats been neglected for far too long.

"make me cum."

[writing-whump]

Unseen wounds

This is a mix of several ideas, but especially ☕️-nonny's request for Arnie in the hospital with a concussion and Hector and Isaiah meeting there after the former has been avoiding him. Lots of brotherly angst. Thanks for the ideas! :D

Isaiah was nervous about leaving the apartment.

But Rip seemed fairly stable, tentatively trying out vegetable broths. Dylan wouldn't leave his side and the presence of the wolfing seemed to have amazing influence. Rip's shadow was simply trusting with him.

Seline sat close by the two boys for a good measure. Her initial apprehension disappeared as she watched the immediate and obvious effect of her presence working on Rip's upset shadow. The way the boy's shoulders sagged and his frown eased was too hard to miss, even if he was still in pain.

The way Seline looked both in awe and torn about the revelation had Isaiah's heart squeezing. He knew she never really got into touch with what her magic could do for wolves, but now she seemed bothered by it. Made him wonder what he could do.

Maybe he could take her see one of the Big Three's training grounds. Show her what other effects she could have.

Matthew kept his distance. He was both, very aware of the boy's injury and his upset shadow and how much more upset it could get with him around.

The further he was from him the more consideration he was showing.

Isaiah could see it was painful for him though. Both the reminder of who Rip was as a stray at their mercy, the state of his shadow Matthew understood so well, and that he couldn't be helping in a more specific tangible way.

Isaiah had not expected Matthew's compassion though. As if the vulnerability Rip was forced into by the injury stirred his protective instincts. Something he couldn't play out fully with Isaiah or Seline with their whole independence issues.

Instead of Matt's shadow being angry and territorial like it was with Caleb, it was vengeful and angry for Rip. Quiet but constant growling came from his chest and although he didn't dare approach, he kept circling around the room like caged, in perfect symmetry.

Isaiah's own torn feelings didn't help the matter.

He checked the trio once more in the room and went out, reminding everyone with a message to call him immediately if something was up.

But he had a breakfast scheduled with Arnie at their favourite coffee shop in the center. It was a welcome distraction.

Isaiah decided to walk there. He could take the car or the tram or the metro just down the street but the crisp morning air before the heat hit was refreshing and to be enjoyed.

There weren't many people up either, though he was sure it would soon start to crawl with tourists.

He reached the park in half an hour, opting for a bench with view of the coffee shop so he could spot Arnie right away. Better they ordered at the same time.

The park was filled with dogs and their owners, also using the early hour to get things done. Isaiah didn't mind dogs. With his shadow pulled back as tightly as it was, they didn't show any agression towards him, even coming by for a stroking with a wiggling tail.

The clock kept ticking. Arnie fancied himself a couple minutes or even quarter an hour late at times, easily losing track of time when styling his hair.

But after 20 minutes past, Isaiah started to get a bit annoyed. He kept glancing at his watch and at the coffee house as if his glare would materialise Arnie at the spot from thin air.

He looked at his phone. No messages, no missed calls, no notifications. What the hell.

This wasn't good. He wanted to keep busy, focus on someone. Not think back at the drama happening in the last two weeks since Dylan brought the torn up kid to their home.

Since hearing Rip's story, seeing how agressive his shadow was and who it decided to protect...he couldn't help feeling for the boy. Both in facing a father he couldn't defeat in time, broken in the worst way. But with such a strong fighting spirit, with such a burning will to live, while feeling guilty for it.

Rip's problem wasn't that he couldn't get the hang of his shadow. It was that he felt too in danger for too long. Strung up too tightly. He could not see wolves or humans as nothing short of threats.

Isaiah knew how he could help with this. But a shadow this experienced to fight and personality this betrayed and distrusting? Rip wasn't ready to accept help or charity for free.

Isaiah also wouldn't have believed kindness could be real after he left. For a very long time everything had to have a price to make sense. He could see the same kind of thinking mirrored in Rip.

Almost an hour since the meeting time with Arnie.

Isaiah dialed his number, annoyed he let his thoughts get away from him before doing so.

Arnie didn't pick up.

Isaiah's first next step would be to call Hector, but his finger hovered over his number.

Something was going on with that too. Hector wasn't picking up his calls or reacting to his messages. When Isaiah called to excuse himself from the weekend meeting, since Rip was still to unstable to be safely left alone.

But Isaiah wanted to talk about the whole discovery of him and about the state of strays and rumors and...and just check if things were still the same. He wanted to face Hector now, healthy and recovered. Get back to where they were, forgetting the sick night in the process.

No such luck. Hector wasn't even giving him that chance.

Isaiah sighed, the movement jostling his finger over the number just enough to make the call. Oh well. Worth a try.

The call kept ringing and ringing and just when Isaiah was about to hang up, Hector answered.

"Hello?" His voice sounded strained, tired.

"Hey, do you know where Arnie is? We were supposed to meet an hour ago." Isaish tried hard not to sound too miffed. Did the kid oversleep?

"Ah, right," Hector said, clearing his throat. "Arnie was in an accident on the way. We are at the hospital right now."

...

"I'm telling you, I'm okay," Arnie said with annoyance. To his credit, his voice was strong, but the hospital gown, the thick bandage around his head or his pale face didn't make it convincing.

"It was a bike?" Isaiah said incredulously.

"Yep. Way more dangerous than cars in Vienna. Cars always stop when you even turn towards the street. But a biker will take you down, as if he was the freaking king of the road everyone shoul—" Arnie winced at his own voice, leaning back with a grimace.

"Don't work yourself up." Isaiah sat down beside him, patting his hand. He rushed to the hospital in a panic that made the road there blurry and forgettable. The fear he felt at the words Arnie and hospital was so icy and intense it reached all the way to his bones.

Hector was there. Of course. He was the one Arnie called with a bleeding and confused head, while bystanders called for an ambulance. In the confusion no one thought to call Isaiah.

Hector got up from Arnie's side at Isaiah's arrival, facing the window resolutely. Isaiah wanted to shake him.

"Seriously. It doesn't hurt that bad. Migraines are a lot worse. This is nothing," Arnie said. For some reason there were dark bruise like circles under his eyes and he seemed shaken, hands all jittery.

"What did the doctor say?" Isaiah couldn't help keeping his hand on Arnie's forearm. His pulse was quick under his touch.

Arnie looked towards Hector expectantly, but when no reply came, he said: "Mild concussion. Head wounds just bleed a lot, it looks all dramatic. They would like to keep me for 24 hours for observation though." He said the last part with a disappointed scowl.

"That's okay. Better to be safe than sorry. And you will be nicely pampered around here, food in bed, TV...anything I can bring you from home?"

Arnie shrugged, winced at the movement again and gingerly leaned back against the cushions. "I can't really...focus on anything. Looking at my phone hurts," the blond said sheepishly.

"That will clear up in no time." Isaiah reached over, brushing Arnie's hair from the bandage. He could smell where about the wound was, the coppery scent stronger on the kid's left side. "What about some sleep?"

Arnie nuzzled his face into Isaiah's hand, closing his eyes. "Uhmmm...maybe. But it's like 10 in the morning."

"So what? Bleeding takes energy out of you."

"Hmmm...you'll stay here?" Arnie's head lolled to the side, towards his oldest brother.

Isaiah chuckled softly, resting his hand on Arnie's shoulder. "Course."

There was an annoyed huff at that and stomping of feet as Hector turned away from the window and grumbled himself out of the room.

Isaiah's lips twisted. "Any ideas what's that about?"

Arnie made a vague sound, but his eyes slipped shut and Isaiah wasn't about to disturb him.

...

Isaiah only left when a nurse came to check on Arnie, checking the little beeping noises and the IV.

He wasn't happy to leave him alone, so he needed to get this handled as soon as possible.

Hector didn't go far, either. The older blond was in the hallway, elbow leaned against the windowsill, with a frown so deep and angry that the whole world should be catching fire from it by now.

"So what exactly is your problem?" Isaiah said. Hector wanted to be angry? Two could play that game.

Hector's head jerked at his voice, but he didn't turn back. "Am not."

"You could have called me sooner, you know? It’s kinda mean to leave me out."

Hector leaned both his elbows on the windowsill, back against the view. "Oh christ, you had to wait for a couple of minutes, big deal—"

"It is a big deal, when one of you is hurt," Isaiah said sternly. "And I want you to spill what's going on with you."

Hector set his jaw tightly, glaring at the wall, only his side towards Isaiah.

They waited in tense silence, a battle of wills.

Isaiah deflated. "Fine. Keep it. But we are not going to fight in front of Arnie. If you—" he swallowed heavily. "If you are gonna be this miserable with me around, perhaps we should take turns? I can go pick some stuff for him and then we can switch and you can take a break or something. One of us should take the night shift and then we'll change in the morning—"

Hector's bushy eyebrows went up, surprise taking over the annoyance. "What? No, you don't have to—"

"You can't even stand to look at me. I'm not gonna stress Arnie out in his state, he is sensitive about it as it is."

Isaiah never should have let that night happen. That was clear now. He shouldn't have come when he felt tired and sluggish. He shouldn't have let Arnie and Hector take care of him, he shouldn't have let them see him like that.

Not if it led to this outcome. To Hector loathing him so much.

Isaiah leveled Hector with a look, green eyes flashing. "It's about that night, isn't it? I understand you are disappointed, but acting like this around Arnie is just irresponsible."

"Disappointed?" Hector unglued himself from the window to face Isaiah, shaking his head, hand running through his hair. "It's not—that's not what this is about. Just...just let me explain."

Isaiah waited. He felt frozen again, Executioner mask on, emotions in a gnarly little knot pushed back safely.

Hector's face went all red and contorted. He was usually so in the face about things, whatever was giving him trouble was downright suffocating.

"It's not that I'm disappointed, for Christ's sake. It's that I'm ashamed." The blond wolf looked down at his feet. "You probably don't remember how—when you were delirious from fever, you were scared of me. And...and I realized why you never let me see, why you never told me—was probably my fault. Because I was that unreliable to you." Hector balled his hands into fists at his sides. Isaiah could see his shadow rippling at his feet, though he didn't actually let it manifest.

"And I don't fucking know what to do with that, okay?!" Hector growled in frustration, his booming voice carrying across the empty hallway. The dark presence of their upset shadows, even if pulled down and back, must have unconsciously kept the personnel from running around them.

Isaiah's eyebrows jumped up, his stoic mask breaking over the sheer surprise. He stepped closer. "I—I don't understand. You are avoiding me because I don't—what?"

"No. That's just me being a coward and running away." Hector's gaze flicked up towards Isaiah and down again.

"But I'm not angry with you. Neither do I blame you," Isaiah said in a stunned voice, daring to get even closer. He was just a touch away from Hector, mirroring his previous position his elbow on the windowsill. "For none of it. It wasn't your fault or your responsibility...seriously, I was out of it, those weren't my real reactions."

"Arnie said you didn't realize you were coming down with something cause your stomach always hurts, when you visit," Hector said in a defeated tone, head jerking up slightly at Isaiah's closing proximity.

Isaiah winced at that. "That's my own problem, not your doing."

"But it's kinda telling about the situation, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry—"

"Oh, don't you fucking dare apologize!" Hector said, finally looking up. His eyes were glittering, face a grimace reflecting the storm inside.

Isaiah wasn't sure what else to say that wouldn't upset Hector more. His heart was hurting at Hector hurting himself over him. Usually, Isaiah preferred to fight off what he didn't want to feel.

But this time, out of sheer confusion at the new situation, at Hector expressing sympathy and regret — it somehow reached through to something frozen solid inside and melted it.

Isaiah leaned into the feeling shaky and unsure, reaching forward to pull Hector into a hug.

Hector stood stony at the touch before wrapping his arms around Isaiah, clutching him with strength.

Isaiah held him, held them both, feeling something cracked and raw inside, knitting itself back together at the contact. Hector's being this emotional over him touched him in a way he didn't expect.

"Shhh. We can fix all of this, okay? I promise. Just stop avoiding me and we'll fix it."

[zoropookie]

hello zoro!! how have you been! ☺️ -☕️ anon

hello! i've been doing very good, thank you. i'm glad you still check in from time to time, how are you?

[impish-baby]

It is so nice to find a blog for platonic yandere relationships! Your work is gourmet!

Have you ever thought about an alien researcher, one who was assigned to document the human race? They find that adults and children act very separately, but you seem to be an adult, but your behavior says otherwise. They decide to abduct you, for "research".

(Secretly they've become obsessed, they are fascinated by you and want to keep you as their own.)

Very silly, I know! Be sure to drink your water today! - 🐀

Ahhh I love this idea so much!!! >w< (Thank you!! I'll try to drink some, you do as well!)

'Why are you so strange for your kind? What makes you different?' Legitimate questions going through their mind as they observe you eagerly browsing the toy section of a store. You're... quite childlike, although alien is sure you're in adulthood for humans. It's a bit cute they have to admit, watching you hug a plushie to your just chest with the brightest smile on your face. Hmm...

They follow you home. They're a scientist after all! Their job is to investigate and that's exactly what they shall do, it's purely for research purposes.

Watching you regress is fascinating... they don't think it's a species wide behavior, but maybe something certain individuals do. For what reason though? They simply have to take you up to their ship to get to the bottom of it! (It's not like they want to take care of you, definitely not!)

They feel so bad when you're scared and crying- they didn't mean to make you frightened! Horrible at soothing you because they don't even engage with young of their own species often let alone a human that acts like a child at times- please stop!

Once you've settled down (exhausted yourself) they're picking you up and awkwardly rubbing your back. It's ok, they just need to borrow you for a bit and then you'll be returned home! It's like an um.. adventure! And they'll be so thankful for you helping them, you want to be a good kid, right?

(Alien spinning some sob story about desperately needing something to report.. pulling on your heartstrings and only feeling a little guilty for manipulating you, it wasn't a complete lie!)

When you're finally asleep they're looking up any resource on human young they can find- searching through articles and even parenting books. Determined to be good at looking after you even if they fumble and make mistakes. (Alien calling back to base to ask for advice.. why are they asking? No reason. They're just curious, commander..)

Bringing you toys from their home planet that you can play with as a "test" but really they just think it's adorable! Trying to quiet the pur in their chest as they observe you, tablet out for note-taking, which is actually them taking photos of you to look at later..

[thisismeracing]

just thinking about the amount of empty monster and redbull cans in my room rn

thank god its spring break for me come this afternoon

☕️

I've been falling down this energy drink rabbit hole again too aaargh

[pretty-little-mind33]

congrats on 3k darling! i know i’m far from the only one who’s proud and thinks you deserve every last bit of your success, but trust that i and everyone else mean it from the bottom of our hearts 🤍

if it isn’t too much, could i request a ballad? my favorite color’s red, i’m a scorpio, one random fact about me is that i’m an aspiring singer-songwriter (i’ve written my fair share of original songs, taught myself the guitar, have been singing for almost 15 years now), and i’m both a cat AND dog person!

once again, i’m so proud of you! even if i’m one of your less active anons, i honest to god check your blog almost every day to see if you’ve served some new scrumptious writing for me to devour 🍽️ HAHA

with love, ☕️ anon

SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION

hi ☕️ anon!! you are the literal sweetest for this! you being here, active or not, means the WORLD 💕✨ thank you endlessly!

as for who i ship you with, i ship you with Tom Ryder for many reasons!

1. your scorpio energy could tame him. he needs it. please put him in his place…

2. you're a cat and a dog person so i think you're adaptable (and a lovable person!) and Tom needs someone like you in his life, poor boy

and most importantly 3. bc i want you to be successful so i'd hope he uses his connections in Hollywood to help advance your singing-songwriting career!! (no shame in outside help when you have the opportunity to use it😤)

however, on a more serious note, i wish you all the best in your career path even without a Tom Ryder by your side! i believe in you so badly—don't give up on your dream or you'll never know what you can achieve!

xoxo 💖

[goosita]

Omg could you do the opposite with politician!snow being jealous if someone on the staff takes an interest in secretary! Reader ?!?!

i feel like. he. you know.

there’s no nice way to say it

he’d kill the guy.

like if he hired some new guy around the office like an intern or something and new guy had the nerve to try flirting with you

you, coryo’s sweetheart? his darling?

yeah not happening lmao

i don’t think you would know that coryo just straight up murdered new guy though

the day after coryo sees him trying to flirt with you or even ask you out, he wouldn’t be back in the office

you have an inkling that coryo got rid of him, but you assume he just fired the guy

it does make you kind of giddy that its clearly out of jealously though. i’m not saying its healthy, but there’s something hot about the possessiveness coriolanus has over you

you notice coryo is scowling, tongue pushing at the inside of his lip uncomfortably

“what happened?” you’d ask him. he would immediately plaster on a charming smile

“oh, nothing. just….bit my lip by accident.”

there’s a tiny spot of blood on his plush, pillowy bottom lip. you stare at it for a moment, almost transfixed

and it’s only the two of you in his private office right now

so nobody sees you lean up and kiss him softly, coppery taste teasing at the tip of your tongue when he pulls you closer, kisses you deeper

you don’t really think much of what ever happened to the new guy after that

[jihyoruri]

i also do cheer!! that’s actually so cool

- ☕️

wowwww I got three cheerleaders on here

[poppy-metal]

thinking of being friends with stanford! art. getting tipsy one night and the two of you talking about sex and all that jazz. admitting that you'd never been kissed and art jokingly but not jokingly offering to be your first. your brain is too fuzzy to be shy about it so you nod your head. both of you nervous as he kisses you. art burying his head into your neck afterwards because his face is red 'cause he's wanted this for so long. all of it leading to the two of you exploring each others bodies. not even going all the way, just under the covers with big smiles. lighthearted kissing each other while touching the others body. asking silly questions you'd been too embarrassed to ask before - like how does it feel when your hard? - and admitting your insecurities so the other can kiss them away. just the both of you flushed, happy, tipsy, and giggly as you enjoy one another with no pressure.

- ☕

im gonna display behaviors im gonna act in ways.....

i love the idea of just touching eachother under the covers - skating your hand over the silky soft texture of his cock and hearing him hiss - "does it hurt?" with genuine curiosity?

his face pressed into your neck, lips skimming your skin, he seems to really like kissing you there - you think you'll have marks tomorrow - from his mouth sucking on your flesh - nawing it gently between his teeth. "n-no," you feel the hard press of him against your palm as his hips jerk a little, "just sensitive. feels good."

"how is it so silky but hard...." you sound almost awed. he feels fascinating though, you've never thought you'd get to explore like this before. you know what dicks look like in a general sense but you've never touched one - held one in your hand. felt it twitch. "it moves."

art would be embarrassed if he wasn't buzzed, as it is his cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and he's pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw, his own hands wandering over your body, down your back, "cause it likes you," he has a smile in his voice. you giggle and then gasp when his hands cup your ass, palms pressing and kneading at the twin globes. "god, your ass." he whines, mouthing eagerly across your chest now. "you're so soft everywhere..."

"thats good?" you ask with a hesitant lilt in your voice. you dont know what guys like, if your body is appealing, or sexy. arts fingers dig into the fat of your cheeks and he groans. "fuck yes. love touching you - love it. soft is so fucking good, soft is great."

hes hard, you tell him that with a snicker that turns into a moan as you mesh your mouths together messily - tongues licking eachother - the hard planes of his body pressing against your plushness, meeting in ways that seem to fit so perfectly it makes you gasp and whine.

you touch and move together and somehow it ends with your thigh thrown over his hip, that silky cock of his sliding between the lips of your cunt and thats a sensation you love. "wont put it in," he gasps, against your temple, "just - gonna rub it a little."

thats more than okay with you, your hands sliding over the slick sweat of his back to hug yourself to him like a koala. a sexy sweaty tips koala that humps against his sticky length until you're both spent and breathless.

you comb your hands through his blonde locks next. "art?"

"hm?" he sounds close to sleep.

"are we still gonna be friends tomorrow?"

hes quiet. you start to doze off yourself a little, but then he says, "I'll always be your friend, baby."

baby. that sounds nicer than the word friend you think, and then you drift.