#ITS 9AM SOMEWHERE OUT THERE!!!!

[acoraxia]

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I think the Mobian vs Black Arms etiquette is funky. Shadow’s EXTRA funky since he was raised by humans and has Black Arms biology and doesn’t understand certain social cues

Isn’t it fun… isn’t it cool…

[oddogoblino]

The winter's call is cruel. We were made to rest more these times, but since we don't, our minds call for us to rest the only way it knows how. To make us feel unloved, take away what drives us to stay awake. Go rest. Go rest. No one is searching. But it's not true. There's always someone you care about looking. But I'm just so tired. And no one is here.

[rat6ix]

Under his skin.

Chishiya x gn!reader

Summary: chishiya always kept his composure but you’re determined to change that.

Warnings: smut (back to your regularly scheduled broadcast), dom!reader, sub! Chishiya, readers mean but in a condescending way(i love writing mean readers idk why..), chishiyas also mean-ish though, hair pulling, reach around handjob, riding (who’s surprised? not me) biting/marking, begging, overstim, aftercare (surprise!) this doesn’t take place in the borderlands btw.

This is like halfway proofread cut me some slack its 9am and i havent been to sleep yet

Wc:2k

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Chishiya is probably one of if not the most level headed person you know, he’s either blank faced or he has that stupid smirk on his face that screams “im better than you” and he knows that he gets to you with the way he purrs when he speaks. Obviously this carries over into bed, smirking up at you as you ride him with his hands on your hips as you do all the work not missing a chance to make fun of you when you start to struggle and beg for him to hell you cum, but you don’t miss the occasional groan leave him when he’s closer to cumming no matter how fuzzy with pleasure your head is. You wanted more out of him, you wanted to know what he sounded like when he could barely take it anymore, when he was begging for you to stop.

That was why you ended up in this position, Chishiya had just gotten back from work; a long day at the hospital. This was the best time to act, a time when you knew his self-control would be the weakest. You would say it was if his back being pressed into your front sitting all pretty between your legs, medical coat discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared bedroom and the bottoms to his scrubs not even fully pulled off as you jerked him off said anything. His heavy panting mixed with the obscene slick sounds of your hand moving against his cock was enough to make you smile sadistically behind him because you knew you weren’t going to stop any time soon after he came.

“You couldn’t have waited until after i showered at least?” Chishiya huffed, his hands gripping your thighs as his head rested on your shoulder.

“But then you’d get all dirty again.” You teased, your hand stopping at the top of his cock to thumb the slit.

You could feel him sluggishly glaring at you as you went back to your previous actions, only stopping when his eyes closed and his mouth opened a bit in pleasure. Everytime you got closer to his tip soft moans could be heard, his grip getting tighter around your thighs. The smile never left your face as you realized he was getting close.

“Im not stupid…i know what you’re planning.” He declared, still making no effort to move.

“Hmm, I never said you were, but you and I both know you won’t do anything about it.” You hummed, smile dropping into a smirk as you watched his cock leak.

He released not long after that and you watched from where your head rested on his shoulder as his cum shot up, covering the shirt of his scrubs; however he didn’t get to focus on that much longer as he quickly got sensitive from the constant feeling of your hand on his cock. His hips bucked upwards, trying to get at least a little relief but his attempts proved to be unsuccessful as he was still stuck to your front, your palm rubbing against his tip as he tried not to fall apart. You heard him say something quietly under his breath and you laughed slightly at the uncharacteristic expression on his face.

“C’mon don’t tell me you’re already falling apart chishiya.” You teased, still not letting up on his cock.

He simply glared at you which you saw out of the corner of your eye causing you to smile again, you shifted back against the wall more as you got a better grip on Chishiya, your arm now wrapped around his middle to keep him from moving instead of wrapped around his shoulders like before. His hands have since moved to grab onto the sheets below the both of you, probably not wanting to hurt you as his grip continued to grow tighter. You press your mouth to kiss where his neck and shoulder meet as well as leaving the occasional bite, leaving marks for him to see tomorrow and remind him of how you reduced him into nothing but a begging mess.

You chuckle against his skin for the nth time that night as he fails to keep his moans quiet, teeth scraping against his shoulder as he squirms. You were having a field day in this situation, watching the man who could keep his composure in the most chilling situations break under you. Your hand holding his middle still finds its way under the shirt of his scrubs, fingers digging into his side as a way to keep him from getting away from you even though you both knew he wouldn’t be able to; chishiya might be the smartest person you know but he was far from the strongest.

“Feel good chishiya?” You questioned, your tone slightly cocky, he doesn’t wanna admit it but you really got under his skin.

“Fuck you.” He spits, his jaw clenched, but thoes two words alone let you know everything you needed to.

Chishiya almost never cussed, he always says “he has no reason to” but sometimes you wonder if it’s because he spends hours at the hospital around children and has gotten used to not being able to or not wanting to. The uncharacteristic behavior draws a surprised noise out of you, your hand slightly squeezing the base of his cock making him twitch in your grasp followed by a moan. You laugh into his neck, the flesh somewhat muffling it before resuming your strokes at a faster pace and watching as he came for the second time that night.

You made quick work of getting out from behind him,pulling your pants and underwear off before pushing Chishiya to lay down onto the pillows behind him. You didn’t bother taking your shirt off nor his until his cock was fully inside of you, easing off his before tearing yours off and throwing both of the clothing items to a random place in the room. His pants were still on, resting around his ankles but as long as you had nothing obstructing your goal it didn’t matter. His chest moved with each heavy breath he made, clearly getting more and more out of breath as you continued; you honestly wondered if he could keep this up much longer.

Chishiya didn’t have the most stamina, he wasn’t good at most things that involved physical activity; the closest thing that he got to do that was anywhere near sports was walking around the hospital from patient to patient all day. If there was one thing you did know, it was that you were going to have him begging by the time you finished torturing him. You could tell by the hair sticking to his forehead and the blissed out and tired look on his face that it was going to be soon, the small ponytail that was usually tied behind his head now long gone, hair sitting on his neck. He looked disheveled and on the verge of overheating, on the verge of begging.

It didnt take long for him to give up on holding in his moans,he just didn’t have the strength to anymore as he watched you bounced on his cock. Once a smug smirk now replaced by a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes filled with lust, the former occasional groan replaced with desperate moans as you clenched around him. Your pace didn’t let up even when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, even when he got overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him and came for the third time; you could only look down at him in a smug manner and keep going as if your life depended on it.

“C’mon chishiya, you know what i wanna hear.” You purred, resting your hands on his chest, sliding them up and down every so often.

You didnt get a verbal response from him, only the lethargic shaking of his head and a glare as if to tell you he couldn’t, He wouldn’t take a blow to his pride like that. You nodded before bringing your thumbs to his nipples, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest before making your way up until you finally met his lips; you pressed multiple kisses to them before whispering against his mouth.

“If you wanted to keep going thats all you had to say.”

You saw his eyes widen a bit, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto your lips as you knew you’d gotten the upper hand in this situation. You knew he wasnt going to last much longer already having cum three times, his cum leaking out of you to gather on both of your guys thighs adding to the slick sounds of your bodies meeting. This time both of you were on the verge of cumming, moving your hands up to find his hair, a less than gentle tug sending him over the edge again. You followed close behind, clenching down on Chishiyas cock made it so even more friction was added to his cock making him flinch under you.

You knew he was sensitive beyond belief at this point, his legs quivering under yours; you were sure yours were too after the orgasm you’d just had. His hands reached up higher holding on to your sides as you pushed through to continue riding him, crescent shaped indents leaving their mark on you as his —albeit short—finger nails dug into your flesh. His eyes were unfocused as he looked up at you clearly not all there before he opened his mouth and started to speak.

“Please—please.” He slightly whimpered, voice hoarse from moaning.

You tilted your head to the side, a small smile on your face.

“Hmm? Please what chishiya?” You hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to his face.

He couldn’t answer, his head foggy with pleasure as you continued torturing him. You slowed down to get an answer out of him, you knew it was a bit cruel but you didn’t really care.

“No please— don’t stop now, let me cum.” He groaned, hips bucking up so his cock went deeper drawing a moan out of you in the process.

You breathlessly laughed, speeding up once more to give him what he wanted. Somehow his hand found yours, fingers tangling together as a way to tell you he was close, you cant blame him for not being able to hold it together any longer than he did, he was no doubt sensitive as all hell if not sore and if he wasn’t sore now he was going to feel it in the morning. After he came for the fifth and final time that night you slid off of him slowly, a mixture of both of your guys cum leaking out of you and onto him as you got up.

You cursed under your breath as you realized you’d have to clean him before it got on the sheets and inevitably stained, hurrying to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to get a rag. You felt chishiya flinch as the rag made contact with his skin, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. You made quick yet efficient work of cleaning him before leaving to the bathroom again to take care of yourself. On the way back to the bed you changed into your pajamas before grabbing clothes for chishiya so he didnt fall asleep with his pants around his ankles.

It didnt take long for you to help him change, being careful not to move too fast for him. His shirt was just a random band t-shirt lying around that has been passed between the two of you so many times you dont know whose it was originally and some basket ball shorts thats logo had faded ages ago. The boxers were the hard part that you let him handle himself just in case, you didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He didn’t say anything until you were both in bed, your head laying on his chest facing the tv playing some random sitcom as he hummed.

“Are you happy now?”

“Definitely.”

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Tags: @trishiepo0

Belongs to rat6ix

Thinking about making a part 2 where chishiya gets revenge tbh

[tteokdoroki]

tw ! slight age gap, reader is older, cheating, fingering, smut.

hello going on a business trip or to a conference, escaping your mundane life and the marriage that brings you nothing.

you’ve really gone on this trip to get away from your dead bedroom and the spouse that treats you like nothing more than a money maker.

which leads you to having a chance encounter with bakugou at the bar of the hotel your conference is at. you remember him from one of the panels — he’s young for this field of work but incredibly handsome, has brilliant red eyes that draw you in like magnetising poles, he makes you laugh and from your belly too. he’s everything your current spouse is not, there’s a spark inside you that you haven’t felt in years and bakugou knows it too. he makes you feel beautiful and seen and all he’s done is buy you a drink with a sour olive in it.

you find yourself stumbling behind him after one too many drinks, katsuki guiding you back to your hotel room — the good man that he is. you’ve both got panels to attend tomorrow morning at 9am sharp. it wouldn’t be wise to spend the rest of the night basking in booze and one another’s company. but when you get the door, failing to slip your key card into the slot — the blonde’s hand touches yours to help you get it in and all sense of logic is lost.

you no longer feel drained by mundane life waiting for you back home, you no longer think of your boring spouse in currently sleeping in your marital bed where they fail to make you feel loved. from the moment katsuki’s hand had touched yours, all you could feel was electricity, the longing and the wanting you’ve been desperately craving.

his lips drag sweep across your skin in heated motions and they find pleasure spots you’re not sure you even knew existed. bakugou’s fingers map out every inch of your body as though he may never touch you again, they dip past the forbidden band of your a-line skirt and write secret promises of pleasure against your clit because you’re married and the both of you know this is wrong.

one touch turns into another, dull and thick fingers stretch you open and graze your g-spot with an ease your spouse could never find. you e never felt this good, your lashes flutter against katsuki’s neck as he holds you to his chest and finger fucks you to the high heavens…because you’re just a hardworking woman who hasn’t had her pussy ruined in a long time, not like you deserve. he grins when you cream on just two of his fingers, such a good girl, so easy to please.

“such a pretty girl… such a hard worker ‘n no one to take care of you,” the blonde purrs into your ear before pushing you into the plush pillows and blankets below. there’s a gravel in his voice that raises at the heartbeat between your legs, not to mention the perfect view of him loosening his shirt and tie above you. “s’that why you’ve fallen into bed with the youngest guy here. ‘cause i got what it takes t’keep up with ya, yeah? make you feel better than that poor excuse of a fuck you got back home?”

bakugou grins slow and sexy when your hips rise from the bed on instinct at his words and he kisses you just to reward you, a poor touch starved little thing. its hungry and sloppy and messy and somewhere in the mix of his tongue wrapped around yours and your hands in his hair — the blonde has ripped through your stockings and slipped his aching, dripping slick cock past your quivering entrance.

he feels like home inside you, feels you up to the brim and sends your eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. every stroke is calculated, every piston of katsuki’s meaty girth purposive and intentional — crafted to make you see stars with every jolt of your body up the bed. you can’t go back to regular old life after tonight, you won’t be able to go back to the way things were without picturing bakugou’s tie hanging loosely above you and hearing his deep moans echo throughout your mind.

that night you leave marks on one another that you’ll be hiding for weeks, smiling at when no one is looking, reminiscing the sinful experience shared in this very hotel room. there’s too much passion in the room for this to just remain a one time thing, too much emotion behind the act saliva swept lip lock or love bite left below the line of future clothes to be worn.

you know that you won’t give katsuki up especially when he kisses you as you cum together, thick white seeping between your swollen and ravaged folds.

you’ll do anything to be underneath bakugou like this again, even if it means planning fake business trips every other weekend to get away from your spouse and get fucked to the high heavens by your young hot colleague.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[chenlezip]

annas note: i know some of these aren’t proper love languages but i wanted to do something separately for each member! i hope i haven’t repeat anything… :/ it’s not proof read… please vouch for me if i have guys

ACTS OF SERVICE | MARK .

mark always pays attention to you, no matter what he’s doing. if he’s busy on his phone scrolling through socials, noticing that your skirt is slowly riding up, he carefully brings a hand toward it and pulls it down gently.

insists on carrying heavy bags, even just carrying your bag. no matter how many times you insist and say ‘no markie, ‘s light enough.’ he will make you give it to him so he can carry it on his shoulder.

if he notices you struggling with anything, oh he is right there instantly, helping you out and making everything better. "i saw you struggling, let me do it for you, hm? rest your pretty self."

SHARED EXPERIENCES | RENJUN .

renjun never usually says he misses you but you kind of get the hint when he invites you to do something with him - even if its just something as simple as going shopping or just going on a small walk to pick up some paint for his next painting.

he stores his best memories of you both in the back of his mind and usually tends to bring them up when you're both laying in bed together, "do you remember that time we got caught in the rain on our first date?" or "remember when i tripped over trying to get you ice cream because we were in such a hurry?"

he remembers all the firsts of your experiences together like: first movie you watched together, first silly inside joke, first time he realised he was in love during something totally mundane like making instant noodles at 2 in the morning after a long day. these things mean more to him than dramatic declarations.

QUALITY TIME | JENO .

as a homebody, jeno loves to be spending time indoors with you. making the most of it by watching a movie with you, or a show. he doesn’t mind. spending time with you is just worth it for him.

you both don’t need to speak, just being near each other is enough. you always find yourself sitting close to jeno, you love being by his side.

sunday mornings are the best for the both of you though. just laying in bed, all snuggled up under the covers, legs intertwined. your back against his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist and the other under your head. soft sighs, murmurs exiting your lips as you complain about not wanting to leave the covers.

PHYSICAL TOUCH | HAECHAN .

haechan will always have his hands on you, come on. who else would be clingy at 9am after just waking up. arms already wrapped around your waist, soft kisses trailing down your neck, his morning voice in your ear like a melody. “smells good, baby.”

whenever you’re sat somewhere, he always has a hand on the top of your knee or your thigh, gently squeezing sometimes. he loves doing it during a conversation you’ve noticed, either squeezing or playing piano chords on your leg. you don’t mind it though.

whenever you’re a little overwhelmed, haechan brings you to his side and wraps an arm around your shoulder, shushing you quietly and whispering sweet nothings while his hand trails small circles on your arm. his touch always calms you down, he knows what will calm you.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION | JAEMIN .

jaemin is always there, complimenting you or expressing how proud of you he was even if it was just something small you did. he loved letting you know, just saying anything that comes to mind like: “im so proud of you, baby.” “you did great, alright?”

he’s always reassuring you whenever you feel down or just out of place in the world. his words mean so much to you, he always knows exactly what to say. “you’re doing the best you can, all you can do is try. you can’t be expected to always do good. it’s natural, it’s a human process. don’t worry your pretty little head, hm? i’m here for you and i see you.”

jaemin likes leaving a little something in your bag or just on the kitchen counter if he has to leave before you do. a photo he took of you during a date one time with a note that read: “the prettiest girl ever, always looking so stunning no matter what you do. have the best day, ‘m always here.”

QUALITY TIME/GIFTS | CHENLE

chenle hates to admit it but he loves spending time with you. he always gets you to cook with him, softly wrapping his arms around your waist as he watches you cut some vegetables up. "i'm just waiting for the pot to heat up, i'll watch you do this." he mumbled into your neck.

you casually mentioned liking a certain plushie, obscure snack, or pair of socks with capybaras on them once.. or twice (can't blame you) and next thing you know, it’s sitting on your desk with a sticky note that says, “this reminded me of your weird little brain. hope you like it baby."

loves cuddling up on the sofa in the living room, putting on one of stephen currys old basketball matches with food on the way for the both of you to enjoy for the night. you don't mind watching it because its time together and you barely had that time so you both are taking it for granted before he gets busy again.

DIGITAL CONNECTION | JISUNG

jisung loves sending you memes that he thinks you would find funny, maybe even some that he knows the both of you will giggle at. even tiktoks, throughout the day, the notifications slowly piling up as he sends one with a ‘this is us’ or ‘reminded me of u :’)’.

he loves customising your online spaces together, whether that be on minecraft with matching skins, matching pfps, having the same handle on overwatch / slightly matching ones.. anything that matches you both together? yeah. customised straight away. especially your avatars on any game.. be prepared.

whenever you both are far from one another, you always end up facetiming late at night and falling asleep together after sharing your day. you always send photos to him while you’re away, updating him about it that way where as jisung was the type to spam text and send a video at least.

nct : @remtrack @mejaemin @mahaewebs @zorange13 @florihaei @spacejip @markkiatocafe @polarisjisung @lainzitos @ayukas @sunghoonsgfreal @ikozen @tigerlillizz

[kenposting]

New Guy

Summary: Short & sweet; Ken is the new guy at your work - somewhere he keeps calling the ‘real world’. You don’t get that, but what’s new, he never really makes any sense. 

WC: 2.2k

AN: (Insert crying emoji) thank you for all the kind comments on the last Ken brainrot story I wrote omg!!! I just like him... did nawt expect all that. A small part of this was very loosely inspired after reading a blurb by @ideas-live-forever where Ken doesn’t like a latte. Its very cute and you can read it here!

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀⋆˚✿˖°⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

You wished you had words to describe him, really. I mean, how many times could you redirect the conversation away from the two of you? Your friends, roomates, classmates, even your family – they all picked up on your recent busy schedule. You were seeing someone, and that someone came off as incredibly alluring and mysterious to them after your hesitance in explaining. 

Ken was not alluring, let alone mysterious. Bless his heart, he was a bit dense actually. You didn’t want to tell people about him - not out of embarrassment, but out of protection for him. This world was a lot different from the one he claimed to be from… another piece of him you didn’t quite understand. You chalked it up to at best a joke or some weird pick up line (him saying he was from “out of this world”) and at worst an actual delusion, but you didn’t mind it. You found it kind of charming. 

You still remember when you first heard about him. There was a new guy at work and your coworkers were laughing about some of the answers he gave on his job interview. You felt a little bad, knowing his answers should’ve been kept confidential, but you couldn’t help but laugh when you overheard them. 

“No, yeah he literally said his last job was ‘beach’. Not lifeguard, not pool attendant, not national park ranger, not even the beach, just beach.” 

You laughed a little to yourself, finishing wiping down one of the tables. You had a morning shift today, like most days, but you wouldn't be open for a little while. You had time to listen. 

“I don’t know, man. At least he can wash a mean dish.” 

They weren’t laughing with him, but rather at him. It did make you a bit sad. He sounded hilarious, honestly. It was probably just a bit that he took too seriously. After all, a job interview isn’t always the best place to joke around like that. 

A metallic ding rang through the restaurant as the door swung open. You looked up to be met with quite the character. He was tall, probably around 6’3” or 6’4”, and tan. Must've been all that time at beach. His stature was broad and his shoulders barely fit through the doorframe. He was dressed in the same uniform you were, except his yellow diner ringer tee was tucked in to a pair of light blue cuffed jeans, paired with white tennis sneakers and white crew socks. He was blonde, clearly by choice, not birth, and he stood with a clean dishtowel draped over his left shoulder. He looked like he just stepped out of an 80’s back-to-school Target ad. 

“Morning, Ken.” 

“Morning! Thank you for the opportunity to work here! So cool…” 

You smiled to yourself, grabbing menus to set out on each table. He looked just as odd as he everyone made him out to be. 

Prep duty was your given task for this morning. Since you typically worked an opening shift before school, you only had to wait tables until 2pm. Doors didn’t open until 9am, so that left you three hours to cut vegetables and fruit while you supervised the new guy. 

“Hey, my office please.” 

Your boss beckoned you, explaining what Ken’s tasks were so you could keep an eye on him. 

“He’ll probably keep to himself, honestly. He seems nervous, but he’s glad to work here. I don’t really… get him.” 

“What do you mean, sir?” 

You boss sighed and shook his head, searching for a way to explain everything. 

“When I asked him about previous employment he just said he worked at ‘beach’ and that he was 'very good at it'. His references were all listed under the name name… his name. Ken. I kept asking if he was, like, a lifeguard or something and why everyone he’s worked for was also named Ken. He just kept repeating, ‘no, sir, just beach,’ and ‘I’m not sure I understand, sir, is your name not Ken too?’ like that made any sense.” 

Air quotes punctuated the absurdity of the whole thing. 

You bit the inside of your lip, stifling a laugh. This guy was wither a genius or actually insane. 

“Anyways…” he trailed off. “He didn’t have much more to say about work, but he said he was in town to study – of course, without any documentation. I guess you don’t need a diploma to wash dishes.” 

Ken did keep to himself mostly, but you could tell he took his job incredibly seriously. His brows furrowed while washing the plates from last night’s dinner rush. He wanted to be good at this, you could tell. You wondered if he took beach the same way, like his life depended on it. 

The day went by quickly. All the girls – and Ken – got off at the same time, switching aprons as the evening crew trickled in. 

“Wanna come to the bar with us tonight? It’s half-price on Tuesdays!” 

You smiled at the offer, but respectfully declined. 

“I’ve got homework, but maybe next time!” 

They sighed, saying you were no fun, waving to you as they all left together. You stayed behind to count and divide the tips. So did Ken, for some reason. 

“You can go home whenever you’re ready, Ken. Good job today.” 

You pretended not to notice his ears perk at your compliment. He was blushing, like… actually blushing. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

He sounded surprised, like he hadn’t ever been told he did well before. 

“What are you doing now?” 

You looked up at him. He was actually quite handsome up close. You both had your backs turned to each other most of the day so you didn’t get a chance to notice. 

His eagerness to learn was also attractive. He wasn’t handsy or gross or trying to hit on you like some of the previous employees you’ve worked with. He was kind and appeared genuine. 

“I’m counting the tip jar from this morning so I can divide the tips between all the morning waitresses. Each of them get their own tips on the bills or in cash, but the ones in the jar are kind of random, so we split all of those. We count morning separately so whatever the evening crew makes can be divided amongst themselves, in case they were busier or slower than us. Its fair that way. You get some too.” 

He looked like you just told him his childhood home caught fire. He was just bewildered at the concept. 

“I get some? But I already got paid for today, they said I’d get it on my 'check' in two weeks.” 

He did not know what a check was. You smiled to yourself, still deciding on wether he was being smart with you or if he was just inexperienced in the world. 

“Yeah, see? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100 in 20s, then 110, 120, 130, 140 in 10s. I already counted the fives – 145, 150, 155, 160, 165, 170, 175, 180, 185 there – and ones, so 186, 7, 8 ,9, 90, 91, 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6, 7, so that’s 197, divided by the staff is $32.83 each.” 

He did not get it at all. He nodded hesitantly, hoping to convince you he understood you just fine. You were explaining it like he should know this, afterall, and he felt kind of insecure that he didn’t get it. You didn’t mean to hurt his feelings and he knew that, but he was just more sensitive than most. 

“So I take it you didn’t make any tips at ‘beach’?” 

He shook his head, answering with complete seriousness. 

“No. We didn’t have money at all, actually.” 

He was always like that. It had been a couple of months now since he started with you. Every day he said something weirder than the day before. Just like today, when he asked if you were doing anything after work. You said homework, as per usual, and watched him panic, replying with, “Oh yeah... me too actually…”

“Yeah? You’re in school?” 

He nodded, another serious look on his face. He had forgotten about homework for a while now. They didn’t have homework in Barbieland. 

The thought alone of this man in a classroom was enough to have you laughing. Sure, he was smart and charming and handsome and good at his job and personable and kind and… lots of other things you didn’t want to admit, but he didn’t strike you as someone that would thrive in an academic environment. 

You took him out for drinks that afternoon. It was a small cafe that also served daydrinks, like mimosas or sangrias. It was a comfortable and safe environment, which was welcome, as today’s assignment was complicated even for you. Who knows why you took organic chemistry as your major. You hated chemistry. Everyone hated chemistry. 

You felt him watching you attentively, like he was checking if you might’ve needed anything. 

“What’s your homework on?” 

He was gentle in his approach. He liked you. 

You looked at him. He truly wanted to know, it wasn’t just small talk. 

You explained it as best at you could, truly, but he looked like he was about to cry, like it physically hurt his brain. Changing the subject, you asked what he was studying. 

“I’m majoring in Patriarchy and minoring in Horses and Beach.” 

You didn’t ask more. He was dead serious, too. He really was highlighitng and placing index notes on a book about horses. Stacked in his (pale yellow) backpack (with tiny embroidered flowers) were heavy textbooks, though, so he must've been studying something. Maybe this was part of the joke. After looking over his course catalogue to help him figure out assignment priority based on credit weights, you saw he was majoring in Gender Studies and minoring in Equine Science and Marine Biology. So yes, patriarchy, horses, and beach. 

The waitress stopped by your table and he panicked again, ordering the same thing as you. A little while later, two Espresso Martinis arrived. You sipped the drink casually, focused on your assignment. 

He didn’t mind it when you weren’t focused on him. He enjoyed your company, even in the quiet. He never felt like you were laughing at him. It was more like you found him funny, but in a nice way. He liked that about you. He liked all of you, actually. 

“Oh, wow!”

He had a sort of outburst that startled you from whatever it was you were reading. You couldn’t remember actually, the look on his face made you forget what you had just read. 

“Oh my gosh, that is terrible!!” 

He spoke in an elevated whisper, careful to not offend the workers. 

“Why does it hurt, is something wrong with it??” 

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing at him. He looked truly horrified. 

“Have you never had anything with alcohol in it before? I thought you were, like, what, 24? 25? Aren’t you in college?” 

“I don’t even have an age – wow, I’m so sorry, that is so bad.” 

He was so weird. So so weird. But you really liked that about him actually. He was sweet about everything and very kind and thoughtful, too. 

He clearly hated his drink but finished it anyway, probably out of courtesy. His face crumpled a bit every time he had to wash a dish that had a lot of food leftover. It was like he felt great sorrow for the chef – that their work wasn’t good enough for the customer, and they tried really hard, so that made him sad. 

Oddly enough, he put a $20 in the tip jar on the way out, shrugging when you asked him about it. He said sure, he didn’t like it, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault. He was grateful they ‘took good care of him’. He was just repeating what he’d heard other diner guests say when they tipped. He was so cute. 

You walked him home. He insisted on the other way around, but he was tipsy and didn’t really know what to do about it, hiccupping and catching his balance. He wasn’t frightened or anything, reassuring you he’d ‘seen this in the movies before’. You assumed he was referring to knowing what it’s like to be inebriated. Still, all this after only one drink, and a stereotypically girly one at that. 

“Thank you for walking me home and helping me with homework and letting me hang out with you today!” 

You smiled, nodding your head. 

“Sure, Ken. Do you work tomorrow?” 

He nodded excitedly, standing in a salute-like pose. 

“Sure do! I’m gonna wash the hell out of some dishes.” 

Cursing, although incredibly light for him, was something he told you he was learning to do since he was now ‘in the real world’. You didn't understand that, like most things about him, but you were excited to see him tomorrow nonetheless. 

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Hot Water

MASTERLIST

Roy Kent xF!Reader

5 Times Roy Kent ends up on your doorstep even though you know it can't keep happening.

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I feel like this was dragged from me kicking and screaming. It started out just a little smutty one shot and now it's a slightly longer one. I do hope you like it, I'm not sure I do but hey ho, there's always the next one! 🙃

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Well. This was really fucking inconvenient. 

You’re literally laying on the bathroom floor. Underneath the fucking bath. Something, somewhere, somehow has sprung a leak and you’re resolved to fix it. You’ve even got your dad’s old toolkit out in the hope that wielding a tool might help. It hasn’t so far. It doesn’t help that you know approximately zero about plumbing. This is all just capping off a pretty fantastically awful couple of months to be honest. And although it’s a work day, and therefore your biggest problem is at the forefront of your mind, you’re going to have to forget the main reason behind your shitty time recently. Because this leak ain’t going to fix itself. You’re doing a masterful job so far - real professional. You’ve remembered to turn the stopcock off which is a big bonus. You nearly broke your hand doing it, but it’s done. You give your spanner an experimental jiggle over what looks like a loose nut, but as you do so, a spider runs over your hand. That little fucker is the catalyst for everything else. You squeal and pull your hand back, whacking first the pipe and then dropping the spanner onto your forehead. Whacking the pipe leads to the spider's little spider buddies coming out to find him, and you soon have one on its way up your arm and one in your hair. All limbs and spanner and spiders, you’re dragging yourself out from under the bath and shaking the little bastards off. Crying, of course, because what else are you meant to do when there are 3 spiders on you and you’ve just hit yourself in the face with a metal tool? 

It’s already 7am, you need to be getting ready for work so there’s nothing else for it, you can shower at work. Luckily, luckily , if you head out now you should be early enough that you’d be alone there. The lads won’t be there til 9am anyway, so it’s only the staff and possibly coaches who might be there any earlier. The showers should be free. You try and give yourself a spider once over, throw on a pair of joggers and a jumper over your PJ shorts set and shove half your life in a bag. You’re only a 10 minute walk from Nelson Road so you don’t bother driving. You head straight in through the side door and shout hello to the cleaner who’s at the top of the stairs to Rebecca’s office. Passed the locker room, and into the depths between the gym and the training pitch are the showers. You put your bag on the bench and pull out a towel and some Richmond kit to wear afterwards. As one of two sports massage therapists for the team, you live in joggers and Richmond vests. Boring but functional. You’ve seen no one, heard no one, but you’re still not keen on the idea of stripping off in a men's shower room so you’re absolutely keeping the knickers on. One less area to have to cover up. You hang up the stuff you need, put away the under bath grimy stuff you’ve just taken off, and switch the shower on. Colin was not wrong about that water pressure. You’re OK. It's OK. This was the right thing to do. A scalding shower with pressure hard enough to feel like you’re being clapped on the back by The Rock sounds like bliss. While the shower heats up, you strip off (except the knickers, of course) and grab your shampoo. That little bastard spider is not leaving babies in your hair. No fucking way. As a second thought just before you get under the water spray, you switch Spotify on your phone so you can drown to the angry sounds of Olivia Rodrigo. You’re getting pretty good at the speed on Good 4 U, though sometimes scream singing it does leave you feeling like you’ve run a marathon. You’re better at the unhinged wail you can really give to ‘bloodsucker, famefucker’ on Vampire, it just hits different at the moment. The hot water hits your body and you finally relax. 

 

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You wish you weren’t so outwardly affected. It was always going to go this way, you could have done more to protect your heart though - it would have saved you looking so foolish, and it would have saved a ruined friendship. That was the hardest part to deal with. You’d joined the staff under Ted Lasso and had built a great rapport with the players and the coaching staff. You considered them friends - all of them. Sure, you harboured a pretty big crush on Roy Kent, but it didn’t affect your work. You ignored those feelings, trampled over them and focused on getting on with your job. Notoriously slow to win over, he eventually became as good a friend as everyone else. The night of the West Ham game was insane. Ted was leaving, everyone was bouncing between elation over finishing second in the league and the prospects that would bring, and losing Ted. There were tears of joy and laughter one minute and tears of devastation the next. Ola’s could barely contain the emotion everyone was feeling. You’d decided to hit the road, everything was winding down anyway and the players were going on to an exclusive club which they’d invited you to as well - and you knew full well you wouldn’t have to buy a drink all night, they’d never let you do that when it was £25 for a double gin, but you didn’t want to carry the party on. You’d kissed whoever you could reach, hugged as many as you could see and air high-fived Sam from across the way. You stepped out into the late May night, it was still warm so you lingered outside with your drink while you waited for the taxi. 

“Oi, how come I didn’t fucking get one?” Roy asked, stepping out to join you by the window.

“Hey, you going to the club? Get what?” 

“A hug.” He nudged your shoulder.

“That’s my taxi. You always get a hug.” You slipped your arm across his back and leaned up a little to reach him better. “See you Monday.”

“You can’t go back in a taxi on your own?”

“Course I can, I always do.” You laughed, pulling open the door. He held it open while you sat in the backseat and slipped in after you.

“C’mon, I’ll make sure it gets you back ok.” You haven’t moved quite far enough along the seat so as the taxi driver rounds each corner, you're pushed further into Roy. “So everyone else gets hugs and kisses eh?”

“Only the people I could reach. Also, you just had a hug, stop complaining.” Another corner taken at a higher speed than necessary smushed you into his side. “Jesus, is this guy ready to finish or something.” He put a hand on your thigh,

“You ok?”

“Yeah fine.” The heat of his hand lit up your skin, the addition of far too many drinks made you feel flushed. You both looked at his hand on your leg and then back to each other, the streetlights illuminating you both and then sending you into darkness again. You didn’t know if it was an unconscious move or deliberate, but his thumb brushed gently in small circles on your bare skin. You’re sure he must be able to see your heart pounding through your dress. As he leans forward into you, his hand moves up just another inch and as you gasp at the sensation, he lightly kisses you.

“Here we are. That's a tenner please, love.” Roy goes for his wallet but you push his hand out of the way and hand the driver a note from your bag. He has to open the door to let you out, “you coming back in, fella?” the driver asks. He looks down at the hand which he held out to help you from the taxi to find he’s still holding it.

“No thanks, mate.” You’ve barely got the front door closed behind you before he’s pushed you up against it and kissing you with a fierceness you hadn't realised you were so desperate for. Your hands worked fast, pushing his jacket down his arms and onto the floor with a thud, and pulling him back to you by his t-shirt. The dress Keeley suggested for you is flattering, but a little more revealing than you’d usually wear. Shorter than you’d normally go for and with a low neckline too. He’s got one hand up in your hair and the other is back on your leg, halfway up the skirt while he kisses your jawline. His body presses against you and you can feel him, hard through his jeans. You bring up the leg he’s got a hand on and he hooks it over his hip, it tilts your lower body further into his and he is so close to where you need him it sends you dizzy. It's impossible to disguise the neediness of your moans and the hand that's up your skirt is moving further up to grip the fleshy soft spot between your hip and thigh. 

"God, Roy -," you whine, you rock your hips towards his,

"Sure you want this?" You nod against his shoulder, "Talk to me, babe," he asks. 

"Yes, yeah I'm sure," you're pulling at his t-shirt, dragging it over his head.

When he mutters "good girl," against your collarbone, you're certain you could come there and then. He traces the line of your knickers with his fingers, feeling just how ready you are for him, "fucking hell," he says, wrecked. He slips his fingers inside you and presses his thumb to your clit. He seems to know exactly what you need and just when you're at the brink, grasping for the release that's just out of reach, he kisses you. It's hot and rough and sends you right over the edge. He gives you a minute, a slightly softer kiss, but you don't need it, you only want him. Your shaking hands fumble with the button of his jeans until he takes over and does it himself, he's dug out a condom from his wallet. You're still fully clothed, still wearing the high heels that, with his help, have you at exactly the right height for him to push into you. It's everything. Everything you've fantasised about since the day you were introduced, he's the only thing that stands out from your first day at the club. In a room full of high-profile, well-paid, gorgeous footballers, he's the only one you see. He thrusts into you using your hips as leverage, the spike of your heel grazing the back of his thigh. Your hands hold fast to the back of his neck and his shoulder, 

"Roy, fuck, you feel so good." Your name is reverent on his lips as he comes and on hearing, you're there too. His pace slows as his hips stutter, and your head rests in the crook of his neck while you catch your breath. All at once, he's gentle again, carefully bringing your leg back down and making sure you're steady on your feet. He looks a little sheepish as he steps back away from you, taking you hands to help you stand up away from the back of the door, 

"You ok?" He asks, while you straighten your dress and pull it back down into place. 

"Yep, all good. You?"

"Yeah, yeah fine." He looked like he couldn't get out of there fast enough, his hesitation and unease rubbing off on you. "I should go though,"

"Yeah, no I figured as much."

"It's just been a fucking long day, y'know?"

"I know. Lots of crazy emotions." He must have seen the look of hurt cross your face, 

"Not that it was a mistake… but maybe, probably shouldn't have happened? Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a fucking dick-,"

"I get it Roy. It was fun but it didn't mean anything." It didn't mean anything . Probably the biggest lie you've ever told and it's out of your mouth like you knew it had to be said all along. 

 

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On Monday morning, you were all notified that Roy would be named as the new head coach for Richmond. He obviously knew beforehand, so within 36 hours you'd gone from sleeping with a colleague to sleeping with your boss, and the sudden distance and desperation to get out of your flat became clear. Along with the knowledge that it definitely could not happen again. Not that he gave the impression that he wanted it to. The following week, you took yourself on holiday for a week with some of the team and friends, just a big villa and a private beach in southern Spain. You'd relaxed, eaten your weight in fresh seafood, and consumed more sangria than you should have. All week, Instagram was full of you and your sunkissed friends having a whale of a time. You returned feeling better about yourself and ready for a few easy admin weeks before the start of the season. And then Roy had shown up at your door. 

"Nice holiday?"

"Not bad… can I help you?" You're on your guard, holding the door closed against you. 

"Right. Thought I should check in, see how you are?" 

"As my boss, or?"

"Can I fucking come in or not?" You hold the door open but keep your arm in the way, childishly making him duck to get through. "Did the lads behave?" He asked from your kitchen. 

"Oh yeah. I slept with Jan in the pool, Richard on the beach and shared a bed with Moe and Tommy all week."

"Fucking funny," he didn't look amused. 

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" He did a momentary double take. "Course I'm joking. Bad enough that I've fucked the boss, isn't it? Jesus if word got around I might as well quit."

"Don't say that." He growled. 

"True though isn't it? You knew, and that's why you left in such a hurry. Quick and dirty. What was it? You'd wondered what it would be like, so thought you might as well give it a go before you started the top job?" He didn't say anything. "And now you're worried that I've been off having too much fun with one of the lads? Like you have any say whatsoever?"

"No. Fuck no. You can do whatever you want."

"I know."

"See whoever you want."

"I know."

"Will you stop arguing with me on this?"

"I'm agreeing with you. Boss." Somehow, you'd managed to square up to each other like you were about to hit him. It was still a reasonably high possibility until he closed the gap and kissed you. Horny traitor that it is, your body gives in immediately. "We shouldn't do this again," you hiss as he bites your shoulder. 

"So tell me to fucking stop." He grabs at your loose sleep vest and pulls it off, surprised to find you don't wear anything underneath. "And if you really do want me to stop, then you'd better tell me right fucking now." Instead, you walk him back a step to the sofa and push him to sit down. As soon as he does, you straddle him. 

"Do not fucking stop." You warn him, pulling off his t-shirt. It's the same needy, desperate and hot sex that you'd both craved last time, at least this time you already know that it shouldn't be happening. The difference is that it makes it even more intense. He does the same disappearing act as last time, leaving you doubting your life choices and questioning your sanity. 

 

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It happens again the next week. With so many people on holiday, Keeley organises a karaoke night for those who are around. It's lairy and a lot of fun, you sing a few songs including a duet with Nate. Soon, the challenge becomes choosing songs for other people. You can't even place the song Keeley has picked for you until the music kicks in, it's not until you're singing it and reading the lyrics that you realise how apt they are. 

"I'm yours to keep

And I'm yours to lose

You know I'm not a bad girl

But I do bad things with you

So it goes

Come here, dressed in black now

So, so, so it goes

Scratches down your back now

So, so, so it goes"

 

You catch his eye as you're singing without meaning to, and it's like lighting a fire in your belly. You know it's going to happen again. You still don't make it to a bedroom. Instead, you get to your knees for him just inside your flat and this time he's the one sounding needy and desperate. You've never heard Roy Kent of all people sound so wrecked and affected. Ever giving, he's utterly confused when you reject him afterwards and send him home without letting him touch you at all. 

 

It's this which brought him back to your door the last time, just over a month ago. You've been in a bit of a downward spiral ever since. It had been over a week since the karaoke night. Pre season training was due to start and you knew you'd be busy with rusty footballers who tried to rush their first decent stretch in weeks. You were exhausted after the first day back, your hands ached and you'd half forgotten what it was like to be on your feet all day. You're yawning your way through a takeout menu when the door goes. Once again, Roy is on your doorstep, but this time he has a bag of food with him. He brushes straight past you and into the kitchen where he manages to plate up two meals despite not knowing where anything is kept and you becoming mute. 

"Why are you here?" You mumble.

"I saw the appointment list for today. Thought you'd be fucking knackered." Once you’ve finished eating, he leads you to your own bedroom where he sits you on the bed. "This ok," he asks. 

You nod first, then follow up with a hushed, "Yes." He undresses you slowly, taking his time in a way he hasn't any of the other times before. He lays you back on the bed and settles between your thighs, you're in pieces even before you feel the wet slide of his tongue against your clit. He holds you down with one hand as you cant your hips towards him with a whispered "fuckkk," he gives your thigh a bite,

"Hold fucking still," you can feel him smirk against you. It doesn't take much for him to have your legs shaking, your hands are in his hair, dragging through the curls that have grown out over the summer break. You practically wail his name as you come, and if you've learned anything from the hurried, rough trysts you've had so far with Roy, it's that you definitely weren't prepared for the time he actually gets to take his time with you. He's watching you come down, boneless from your first orgasm, letting you think he's done with you before he goes back for more. By the time he's crawling back up the bed to you, the need to have his skin against yours is sinful. You can barely form full sentences, speaking only in single word requests, "clothes, more, now". He laughs, a low rumble that you feel against your ribs. He's equally as eloquent, but out to take an agonisingly long time with you. He pushes into you in long, slow strokes, his whole body weighted against yours. The closeness is both intense and intimate, and when he kisses you it feels so much like a promise your heart could break. Unlike the previous times, you don't part immediately while you both catch your breath. He shifts off you slightly but stays with his nose against your jaw and his hands coveting your body. He's the first one to say it. 

"This can't keep happening."

"We both keep saying that and yet here we are again." You sit up against the headboard, mindful to cover yourself up. 

"I know."

"But, you're right, we can't." You decide you need to be firmer, "I can't keep doing this." He nods and gets up to dress. 

"I'm sorry." He mutters as he leaves. 

 

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Roy is always consistently early for work. A byproduct of being awake at stupid o’clock to train Jamie, yes, but before that, he’s just always been early. Now he’s head coach, he uses the time to get the coffee going or makes sure Will is on top of everything in the boot room. Has a wander around and checks the gym or the showers for lonely socks, earbud boxes, or hats. More recently, he's just sat at his desk and moped for an extra half hour before anyone arrives and calls him out on it. Today, though, he puts the coffee on and starts in the gym where he straight away finds Isaac’s favourite sweatbands, Moe’s sunglasses, and one of Dani’s socks. It’s like picking up after a bunch of fucking kids. He dumps the loot in the middle of the locker room and carries on. He can hear singing as he gets closer to the showers and assumes that Jamie must have chosen food over cleanliness and has decided to save time by coming straight to Nelson Road after breakfast. 

 

“Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

Like a damn sociopath!

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

But I guess good for you”

 

Yeah. That's not Jamie. But it's already too late, he'd been rounding the corner as he'd heard the singing and now, well… thank fuck you've got your back to him. He tries to back out of the room, but manages to crash into the bench and sends your phone crashing to the tiles, the music stopping abruptly. The noise has you covering as much of your body with your hands as you can while you scream like a banshee, the sound echoes off the tiles, and what the hell is the lump on your head?! 

"Roy! Fuck me, turn around!" His brain manages to click into gear enough to let him do that at least, but then it goes manic on what he's just seen. Or not seen really, his memory fills in the blanks though. "Fucksake what the hell are you doing?” You’re shaking, he can hear it in your voice. He truly scared the shit out of you. “I need to finish washing my hair, can you be trusted for 5 fucking minutes if I move my hands?" You ask, a little calmer.

"I heard singing, thought it was one of the lads."

"Oh so jumping them in the shower is also fine? Don't move. I'm nearly done. Ouch, cocking shitting fuck." Your voice catches and he thinks you might be crying.

"Jesus, are you alright? I've never heard you swear like that."

"I'm fine," you reply quietly. "Hit my head." He turned quickly, too quickly for you to cover back up, "Oi!" His eyes initially went exactly where you’d expect, then they flew up to yours and didn't move, but it didn’t stop you covering yourself up with your hands again.

"Sorry, sorry, I-" he crossed the room and brought a hand up to your temple which was sporting a painful looking purple bruise. “Was it me, did you hit your head when I came in?” You shake your head with a grimace,

���No, it’s been a fucking awful morning. I just-,” he’s close enough now that he’s going to be right under the shower head in a minute, and he can see that you are close to tears. “You’re gonna get soaked. Could you just go away please?”

“Don’t worry about me,” he goes back to the bench and retrieves your phone from the floor. He has the good grace to look ashamed that the screen is smashed to bits. “Fuck, sorry.” he kicks off his sneakers and turns back to you, “turn around.”

“No, I want to be left alone. Let’s not pretend you give a shit, Roy. Just go.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. This is getting stupid.

“Of course I fucking give a shit. Please. Turn. Around. You’ve hit your head, you’re freezing cold, you-”

“Fine.” You glare, “fine.” You turn to face the wall, no idea why. It becomes clear as he comes to stand right behind you, under the stream of water.

“Head back.” You lean your head back as he asks. His height over you means he has a direct line of sight down your body so you keep your hands in place as he washes the shampoo out of your hair. He avoids the lump in your hairline far better than you did, and now you’re back under the water, you’re warming up a bit. He takes his time, and as you close your eyes, his are drawn to the path the droplets of water follow over your skin, like memories of where his mouth had been. “Did you need to do anything else?” he asks softly. You shake your head, moving your hands and arms so you can still cover yourself but also bring a hand to cover your face, trying not to cry. He reaches past you to turn the shower off. He moves away but he’s only gone long enough to get your towel from the hook. He holds it out for you and turns his head so you can move your arms and step into it. Then he leads you to the bench and pushes your shoulders gently to sit you down. He disappears and comes back a couple of minutes later with a towel for himself and another smaller one which he passes you for your hair. You use it to blot the majority of the water out of your hair, breathing in the soothing lavender softeners Will uses. He’s busy watching you but you’re staring at the floor. With your hair a little dryer, he brushes his fingers through it to move it away from the bruise and take a better look. “That looks really fucking nasty. What did you do?”

“Spanner.” You mumble. He’s not speaking so you know he’s waiting for you to elaborate. “I have a leak under the bath I was trying to fix. A spider scared me so I hit the spanner off my head while I was trying to get out and then there were like three other spiders all over me and I fucking hate spiders and… I just feel like shit.” Saying it all out loud, you realise it all sounds a bit feeble, that you’ve overreacted. 

“Get dressed before you get a cold. I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll shout this time before I come in.”

 

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You don’t rush. You sit for a minute and try to gather your thoughts. Of all the people in the entire club, he was the one you’d least want to see you half naked in the shower. He’d have probably been top of the list only a month ago. You’re not even sure by this point what he actually did see, but it’s also too late to care now. It’s done so there’s no undoing it. And it's not like he hasn’t seen it all before anyway. You dry off and pull on your sweats, you’re just reaching for your Richmond t-shirt when he calls out to let you know he’s on his way back. He’s been to get changed, 

“I’m fine, you might as well get back to work. Everyone will be here in a minute.” He goes to challenge you again but you just don’t have the energy. You haven’t even had a coffee yet this morning, let alone breakfast. “Please, Roy. I’m fine.” You throw your wet towel in your bag and check you’ve got everything before squeezing past him and back up to the treatment room. You avoid everyone all morning, Katie offers to go outside for training so you can stay in. She goes out just before 10am, meeting Nate in the corridor. You have to pop to the main office to sign for a delivery and when you get back, there’s a mug of coffee and a paper bag with a pastry inside on your desk, along with some painkillers. The rest of the day seems to settle down. You work your way through the list of players who need some time with you. Jan Maas is last on the list with a niggle he picked up in training that morning. You’ve got your hands high up on the back of his thigh when Roy taps on the door,

“Hey coach.” Jan mumbles from face down on the treatment bench. You manage to get your thumb right where he needs it and he lets out a low groan. Roy raises an eyebrow,

“Alright Jan. You good?”

“Yes, she’s a genius” He hops up from the bench with a big smile. “You should let me buy you a drink, to say thank you.” 

“I’m fine thanks, Jan. Take it easy on your leg.” When he leaves, Roy moves to sit on the bench. He takes your wrist as you walk by him, pulling you to stand in front of him where he can check your forehead again. 

"How's it feel?"

"Like I hit myself in the head with a spanner."

"Are you done?"

"For the day or generally? Because the answer is yes to both. I'm going home. I need to… not be here." Not be around you . Is the follow up you'd like to add. I can't ignore it like you can, can't just pretend I don't feel the way I do. It’s getting harder every day. 

"I think you have a concussion. I'm pretty fucking sure you didn't want to vocalise those thoughts?" You go to slap your hand to your head, but he stops you just in time. "Don't make it any fucking worse." He rolls his eyes when you glare at him. The off season was so much easier. The need for contact between you both has steadily increased over the last month with the team returning. Daily meetings and progress reports on injuries old and new, the only saving grace is that he's stopped coming to you for his own recovery sessions.

"I'm going home." 

"Let me drive you."

"I'd really rather you didn't. Look, I'll be fine. I'll get over it, I just need to do it in my own time." You don't wait for a response. You take your bag and leave him sitting on the treatment bench alone. 

 

The first thing you do is fix the leak. It would be much easier if you were in the right frame of mind, which you're not, but you manage. There are no more spiders, but you end up soaked from the water left in the pipe which bursts out when you loosen rather than tighten the nut. You really don't know whether to laugh or cry from the calamity of it all. You're about to go for cry, but the doorbell goes and you're surprisingly unsurprised to see Roy. Again. 

"You know, it would be a lot easier for me to get over whatever this," you motion between the two of you, "is, if you could just fuck off and leave me to it?"

"Can I come in?" You turn to let him in, looking expectantly for him to continue. His hand rubs his beard and up through his hair, cut shorter since the last time he was in your flat - the curls gone. "Fucksake. You act like this is easy for me."

"Well you make it seem like it is." 

"It's not. It never fucking has been. Why do you think I kept coming back even though I knew, I knew it was a bad fucking idea?"

"You tell me? You're the one who walks out of here without a care in the world once you've got what you want?" A look of hurt flashed across his face, you knew it was a low blow, you had no idea why you'd even said it. 

"Is that really what you think?" He asked quietly. You shook your head. "All this coaching job has done so far is make me fucking miserable."

"It's only been a couple of months. You'll figure it out."

"It's making me miserable because I lost you in the process. You said earlier that I shouldn't pretend to care, but I don't need to pretend. I do care. Too much, that's the fucking problem." He sighed heavily.

" We can't keep happening, you're my boss now."

"Well, I've been feeling like this a lot longer than I've been your fucking boss, and I don't regret any of it."

"Feeling what, exactly? Because if you're about to fuck up your future-"

"I love you." You close your eyes. Your head is pounding again.

"Roy, think about what you're doing -"

"Tell me you don't feel the same, and I'll go." You shake your head,

"I can't," you whisper. "I can't. I'm in love with you too." He crosses the room and cups your cheek, checking the bruise on your forehead again before he kisses you. You sigh into him, "What are we going to do?"

"I'm the boss. As long as I'm not fucking you in the treatment room, I think it'll be OK." 

"That's a shame. Not even after hours?"

"Don't tempt me. Any objections to me waking you up every couple of hours to check you really don't have a concussion?"

"Depends how you plan to wake me?"

"I'm sure I'll think of something." He smiles, letting you lead him to the bedroom. 

 

~~~~~~

FIN

[nessieart]

The Way Back. II

Summary: These powers were meant to help people. Help The Avengers, your family. It felt like every time you used them, something bad always happened. Maybe someone has the answers, somewhere.

wc: 3.6k

eventual stucky x reader. its way way way later. an: here's part 2! i hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Stephen asked questions about your accident. Though it wasn't like his, he understood the trauma that came with it. You tell him there was a lot of support from your new friends - at the time, who you also bonded with - in an alien invasion.

Stephen manifested the Mirror Dimension so you could show him the full extent of your powers safely. At least what you could grasp yourself from your limited sessions with the Ancient One.

Inhaling a calming breath, you willed the powers from the scar on your chest to come forth. Summoning a cloudy portal was like second nature to you by now. So, instead, the tips of your fingers begin to glow a faint blue, creeping up your hands and forearms, then stopping right at your elbows.

You could feel the power of the Tesseract course through you, barely having to think about it. You slowly ascended off the ground. A trail of light blue energy followed behind you.

If only Tony could see me now, you thought. Would he be proud? You hoped so.

You spun in the air, a smile on your face as you loop around and around, and then you loop back to Stephen, stopping mid-air a few feet from him. There was a smirk on his face as he rose from the ground to match you, the Cloak billowing without wind.

He tapped his fists together, golden mystic symbols bracketing his hands, "Alright, now let's see what you can really do."

&

"How are the two of you still awake?" Wong crosses his arms in front of his chest, a disapproving look on his face. How does he always manage to make you feel like a little kid getting in trouble?

Stephen scoffs next to you, "Please, it hasn't been that-" Wong gives him a reprimanding look and then points to the clock on the wall.

"It's only 1:30, we've been in the library since 9am. What's the big deal?" You barely look up from the tomes in front of you as you reply.

"9 am, yesterday! Have either of you slept? Eaten?"

You and Stephen share a look. Now that you're actually looking at him, you notice the dark circles under his eyes and a little bloodshot. You're sure you're no better. You scrub your hands down your face, leaning back in your chair, and your back cracks as you stretch.

"Maybe we should take a break," you sigh. "Fresh coffee might help," You wiggle your eyebrows, and Stephen chuckles.

Wong gives an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands up in the air as he leaves the study and the two of you.

You return a short while later with a tray, a tea kettle, and mugs. A few snacks are arranged on a plate. Just as you place the tray down on the end table, a loud crash from the entrance hall came reverberating through the room. You and Stephen stare at each other with wide eyes. Stephen held his arm out, and within seconds the Cloak settled on his shoulders as he led you cautiously out of his stufy and to the foyer.

There was a giant hole in the ceiling, a similar one in the stairs below. The sun was streaming down and catching dust and debris in its rays.

Stephen's golden mystic symbols appeared as you both inched closer to the hole in the stairs, your hands glowing blue as you came to a stop. A hand reached up from inside the hole, then another, then a dark curly head of hair.

"Bruce?!"

You teleport to Stephen's room in a heartbeat, grabbing extra clothes for Bruce and then you were back in another beat. They were simple robes and they were better than the tattered pants he was in.

You ushered Bruce to Stephen's study, sat him down and handed him a cup of tea.

And waited.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, you inched a little closer to Bruce on the couch.

"Bruce?…" you hedge.

He looks up at you after a moment, eyes focusing on you. There's something behind his eyes you've seen before. Fear, confusion. Anxiety.

"Thanos is coming."

A chill runs up your spine, the grip on your mug is tight in your hands. A power surge rushes through your fingers and the mug shatters, spilling hot tea and ceramic shards all over your hands. Stephen squawks in surprise, leaping from his seat to kneel in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"y/n?" he turns your hands over to examine them better, but there is no damage. The mug and its contents lay on the floor at your feet. You stand abruptly, causing Stephen to almost fall over.

"We need Tony," you say to them, Bruce nods.

The portal fizzes to life and you can see Tony and Pepper. "Tony Stark," Stephen steps through the portal, "I'm Dr. Stephen Strange. I'm going to need you to come with me. Sorry. Congratulations on the wedding by the way."

"I'm sorry, are you giving out tickets to something?" Tony steps in front of Pepper, squaring his shoulders.

"We need your help. Look, it's not overselling it to say, the fate of the universe is at stake."

"Who's 'we'?" Tony's eyes squint.

Bruce steps up next to Stephen, "Hi, Tony."

Tony's and Pepper's eyes go wide, Tony engulfing Bruce in a hug.

You stand back in the Sanctum, leaning against the ballistrade, waiting. A wedding? You scoff as Tony steps through the portal, eyes adjusting. You didn't even get an invitation. So much for friends. When his eyes adjust, they scan the foyer, you watch him like a hawk, arms crossed tight over your chest like armor.

He seems to stumble a step, he wasn't expecting you to be here. You've changed, he notices, his eyes searching you up and down. There's a heavy exhale, like he can finally breath again. In a heartbeat he's in front of you, and tugs your shoulders to him and you fall into his bonecrushing embrace. Your hands fall away and you hug him just as tight, face buried under his chin. When did you start to cry?

"God, I've been so worried about you, kid." Tony's voice strains, tight and thick as he mumbles over the lump in his throat. He pulls you back to look at you, eyes searching your face.

"hi, Tony," is all you could manage. How could he miss you? Be worried? He hasn't returned any of your phone calls, texts, hell, you even mailed him an actual letter when you were at Kamar-taj.

You avoid his gaze when his eyes come back to yours.

"I've been trying to get in touch with you for over a year," he tells you. your eyebrows scrunch up. "tried calling and sent a few dozen texts. Ok, maybe a hundred."

"But-"

"One day we were planning a move, and the next you were gone," his hand comes up to your face, thumb wiping under your eye to catch the tear. "thought you-" he cuts himself off, eyes falling over your shoulder.

"I wouldn't. I'd never do that to you, Tony." But you did, didn't you? All but abandoned him like everyone else. Why didn't you just portal to him, it's not like you could never find him. One short skip through your interdementional travel, and this feeling in your chest would be long gone.

But something always came up, some other excuse, more research. Stephen was the appointed Sorcerer Supreme now, and he kept you busy. Or he tried to.

"I've been trying to get in contact with you too, but- did you change your number?" When Tony shakes his head, he pulls his StarkPhone from his pocket.

Stephen steps forward, clearing his throat, "We have more pressing matters at hand, than catching up on what-could-have-beens."

He raises his eyebrow when him over Tony's shoulder. "right," you sigh, "fate of the universe."

&

After that, it all happened so fast. Like the feeling in the air right before storm. That always seems to be your favorite moment. The calm before the storm. But now? It makes your stomach twist, icy tendrils creep up your body in a slow agonizing pace. They climb up your torso, under your arms and then close around your throat.

You fought hard, flying after Tony as fast as you could. To say he was surprised when he saw you backing him up mid-air, would be an understatement. He was even more surprised when a pulse of blue energy flew out of your hand and hit the giant alien brute in the face. Though it hardly fazed it. Tony gave you an approving nod.

As the alien went to raise it's giant mace to swing down on you and Tony, it stopped. A little red mask with giant bug eyes peered at you both over the mace.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! Oh, hi y/n! Geez, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages. How've you been? OH," the alien whent to move its weapon away from Peter. He was tossed far away, you portalled to him and caught him mid-air before he could crash into a building.

"Hi, Peter," you smile at him as you set him on a roof. You were off in the blink of an eye before he could respond.

&

Space wasn't really where you saw the day going. Hell, it wasn't even in your top 10 things you wish you could do.

After sending 'squidward' off into the cold expanse of deep space, you, Tony, Stephen, and Peter, waited. Waited on baited breath as the spaceship continued on auto pilot and naviagted towards its destination.

The planet was barren, A little surreal. Meeting the Guardians of the Galaxy, was an experience, but they were nice. As nice as strangers and strange aliens went.

The plan was simple enough, get the Gauntlet off of Thanos. Win. Simple, right?

"So, you know Thor?" you ask the bug-like woman - Mantis, she said her name was.

She hums happily, 'Oh, yes! He was very handsome. And sad. Also, angry! Floating through space alone would do that, I guess."

"Wait, alone? He wasn't with anyone else? His brother?" There were a million questions running through your mind as Mantis tilted her head, huge bug eyes looking at you, waiting. The antenae on her head dropped slightly, eyes going a little sad.

"I sensed great saddness in him. Hurt, anger, sorrow. Death. Determination. He weeps, in his heart for all the lives lost because of Thanos," her sentence tapered off to a whisper as she spoke.

"Dead? Who-"

You're interrupted by Tony's call of your name. His look of determination sets a fire in your stomach.

&

It didn't work. Deep down, maybe you knew it wouldn't. If Thanos could overpower Thor, Loki, and The Hulk. What chance did you all have? A snowballs chance, you guess.

A large golden clad gauntlet catches you around the throat before you could land another punch to Thanos' smug purple face. His overly large hand dwarfs you, his thumb under your chin and two fingers holding your head in place. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a stone glow on his gauntlet. Your chest heaves and it feels like its on fire.

Thanos hums, eyes searching yours as you fight to get free. Everyone else is littered about the ground, beaten and exhausted.

Tony has Peter's arm wrapped around his shoulders. Both of them leaning on each other for support. Stephen can barely sit up straight without wincing.

Thanos' other hand pulls your robe apart, releaving the crystaline scar on your chest. The sports bra you wear does little to cover up the glow that matches the stone on his knuckles. They glow in tune, pulsing with your heartbeat. His brows crease, eyes filling with something you can't name.

"Oh, Little One, look at you."

You sneer, about to open your mouth, but he presses his thumb into your throat more. Silencing anything you have to say.

"A pity you're on the wrong side," he hums thoughtfully. His other hand comes up to pinch the raised scar on your chest and he tugs.

The scream that rips from your throat is loud and deafening. You think you hear your friends shout your name. Shout for Thanos to stop, plead with him. It feels like hes ripping your ribcage out of your body. The tug of his fingers is determined, the deep connection the scar has to your body feels like its ripping you apart. Your powers are connected to it, they fizzle at the edge of your mind, just out of reach.

Blood starts to trickle out of parts that pulled away from your skin. Thanos mumbles something about you being unique, and he really doesn't want to do this. "It's for your own good." He tugs again and your vision goes white.

Maybe you passed out, because the pain stopped, or you're completly numb to it now. Thanos drops you to the ground like a discarded toy. The hard thud of your body meeting solid ground makes Tony flinch.

"Please," you think you hear Stephen's voice. You turn your head towards his voice, coughing up a bit of blood as you exhale. Your next breath in wheezes. "spare her life, and…and I'll give you the stone."

Tony looks like he's going to protest, but there's tears in his eyes and Peter has to hold him back from running to you.

You grunt, rolling on your side. It takes more effort than it should to move your body. It feels heavy, like laying in molasses. It takes all your energy to find your voice, "N-no. St-Stephen. Do- don't.." your voice is hoarse and raw, you wince at the pain in your vocal chords.

The Space Stone on Thano's gauntlet lights up, illuminating your scar, he sticks his hand above your body and you feel weightless. His hand closes around your torso, squeezing ever so slightly. You have to gasp for breath.

"Look at your friends, Little One," Thanos says in your ear. You can hear his grin, "Look how they would sacrifice everything for you. The future of your world. The universe."

"F- Fuck you,

you grit through clenched teeth. He squeezes you tighter in response.

"Y/N," Stephen pleads your name, you meet his gaze and you can see the tear tracks down his dirty face. "I'm sorry."

You try to give him a reassuring nod, but everything hurts too much to do anything but hold his gaze. The Eye opens and Stephen floats the Time Stone over to Thanos. With his hold loosening, you use the last of your strength to slip free. You portal to the stone before Thanos could get his hands on it.

In a blink, you give Tony, Peter, and Stephen a sad smile. Trying to convey your love, and sorrow, to them. Your hands light up, cradling the stone in your hands, the crystalline scar on your chest burns bright. Maybe you could teleport far away from here, but before you think of anything else, you crush the Time Stone to your chest. You feel a crack, and a shudder runs through you.

It's almost like slow motion, green clouds spring forth after the stone makes contact with your scar. The blast wave knocks everyone around you back. The force creating a crater below your feet. One minute you were hovering above the shattered ground on Titan, and the next, you were gone.

&

Steve has this sinking feeling in his gut. He's trying not to think about it. Just shove it away, like the rest of his feelings and focus on what's ahead. He can worry about everything at a later time.

Steve hasn't seen Bucky in almost 2 years. Leaving him in Wakanda was difficult, to say the least. But maybe not as hard as it was to leave you. Bloody and broken alongside Tony in that cold Siberian bunker.

There's a knock on his door. He was packing what little belongings he had with him. Sam stood at the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You really think we can trust Rhodes? That distress signal could be a trap."

Steve heaves a heavy sigh, turning to follow Sam out to their rundown quinjet. Somehow, Natasha had found one, and then Sam and Steve. Wanda and Vision were already on board when the rest of the group arrived. Vision clutching his side as he sat close to Wanda.

"I think," Steve said after a while, "Rhoades wouldn't call us if he didn't have anyone else." And that thought makes his stomach turn.

Where was Tony? Where were you? Steve thought he was leaving the Avengers in capable hands. He even told Tony so in the letter he sent. He didn't expect to hear from him, that's for sure.

He wrote you one as well, but his hopes for a reply fell as the days went by. The months, then a year. He knew you were most likely mad, angry, upset…he could catalog a lot of things you probably felt towards him. Doesn't mean he doesn't miss you any less.

"I also got a call from Bruce," he says quietly to Sam. "Saying that Tony and Y/N were gone," his throat tightens around the words. He's not sure he wants to know what that means.

There's a twist in his stomach again. Get it together.

When Steve's group arrived at the compound, he was a little surprised with how empty it was. Only a few staff working and milling about. When they caught sight of Captain America, wanted fugitive, they scattered.

"Nice welcome wagon," Natasha smirked.

Steve led his group down familiar halls, Natasha, Vision, Wanda and Sam followed dutifully behind him. It was easy to find Rhodes. The confrontation with Ross was inevitable, but at least it was only a hologram.

Then his eyes landed on Bruce, and that feeling of dread wormed its way into his gut again. Bruce peered around the group, his eyes scanning theirs and then back to Steve. Bruce's shoulders slumped as he beckoned them all through.

Steve really wasn't sure what to expect, but finding out that Bruce - The Hulk - was on another planet for the last 2 years, wasn't it. Then he found out about you. Or at least where you've been since he last saw you.

"Thor is missing…or worse…" Bruce grimaced. "Loki he. He sacrificed himself to try and save the rest of his people. What was left of them after Thanos was through, anyway."

Steve was sure the pit in his stomach couldn't get any heavier.

"With Tony and Y/n missing, or." Bruce cut himself off, looking down at his hands before he continued. "with the two of them off world, I wasn't sure who else to turn to. Tony said that - well he gave me the cliffnotes, - what happened between the two of you." Bruce was looking at Steve.

"We know Thanos is after the Stones. If he gets his hands on Doctor Strange's, then there's only one left." Everyone in the room turns their gaze to Vision.

Steve had said they don't trade lives, no matter what. But he thinks he'd sell his soul just to see you one more time. He shouldn't feel this way, not after what happened and the way you looked at him in Siberia.

He was so happy to see Bucky, he looked good. Happy. The hug lingers a little longer than normal, both holding each other a little tighter. Steve didn't want to drag his best friend into another war, but Bucky assured him he'd follow him anywhere.

As Thanos' fist comes down on Steve's face again, he cant help but to grit out your name over his split lips.

Thanos stops, eyes searching to recall where he heard your name before, then his eyes light up and that pit in Steve's stomach wants to drag him under the earth.

"The girl with the scar," Thanos grins, it's not even a question. He knows.

"Where. Is. She?" Steve fights back with all the strength he can muster. After all, he could do this all day.

&

It's cold, was your first thought. It's cold and damp, and there's so much pain. Somewhere. Everywhere.

You groan, shoving your forehead into the gravel beneath you. Whatever happened, it hurts like hell. Placing one hand on the ground, and the other on your chest, you pull yourself up. Sitting back and finding a wall behind you.

Convenient, you think. So you lean back against it, resting your head that pounds with every breath you take and beat of your heart.

It's bright when you peek an eye open, and then slam it shut again.

Maybe I'll just rest here awhile longer.

&

Tony couldn't breath. You were right there. If Peter wasn't holding him back, he could have got to you, told you no. But when did you ever listen to him? God, he was so happy to see you earlier, he had to many things to tell you. He wanted to show you the cabin he had built for him and Pepper. Show you his garden, the new high tech equipment he has in his study. All of it, he wants to share with you.

You're his best friend, other than Rhodey. He has to tell Pepper he found you.

Found you. But now?

Tony filmed the wedding, just because he never heard back from you. To think you were still in New York this whole time. He shook his head.

"What just happened?" Peter muttered. "Wher-where did she go?"

Tony was silent, his eyes haven't left the spot where you disappeared. He takes a ragged breath in. He feels like he's suffocating.

The green and blue mist begins to settle, the last remnants that you were ever there, start to drift away.

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony can't seem to find his voice. He just shakes his head again. Maybe if he closes his eyes, you'll come back.

You had to come back.

"Please," is all that leaves his lips.

--

Next

[sara78]

Family don't end in blood - Chapter 11

Summary: The summer break has officially started for Y/N and rest of the cast. What Y/N thought would be a bland summer quickly turns into fun, and some scary situations arise...

Word Count: 3489

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader

Warnings: A scary situation

A/N: Thanks for coming back to read more and sorry for the wait!

3rd person POV

"Honey, I've been doing some thinking," Danneel said, Jensen humming as he looked at her with a smirk, "Jensen, not that kind of thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to that kind of thinking either," he said, Danneel smacking his chest playfully and a groan emerging from behind the couch, a disgusted look on Y/N's face,

"Just... Let me fill up my water bottle and I'll be outta here. Jared asked me to come over to help him with something so you'll have the house to yourself to do... Whatever... Ew," she made a disgusted face, Jensen laughing,

"It's normal, kiddo. Don't have to be ashamed of it."

"Yeah, I'll remind you of them last words of yours when a fourth Ackles comes into picture. Or fourth and fifth, given mom's history with twins," she said, Danneel falling into a laughing fit while Jensen rolled his eyes,

"First off, fifth Ackles," he said with a glare, making Y/N roll her eyes, "No rolling eyes and no twins. And second, there's protection, y'know?"

"Yeah, cause that always works out," she rolled her eyes, "I'll be over at the Padaleckis. Call if you need anything. Now... Just continue whatever you were doing," she made a fake gagging sound, leaving the house.

"She's got a sense of humor," Jensen said,

"Mhm. I particularly like the fact that she can roast the hell out of you," she smirked, "Now, that thinking you mentioned..."

"Oh, who's got their mind in the gutter now?"

 Y/N's POV

"Moose!" you exclaimed as you caught a glimpse of a figure in the garage, sporting its usual dumb attire, a long sleeve, and some pants. It wouldn't be dumb if it were February, but it was July and at 9am you were already sweating your ass off. That's Texas, gotta love the heat. And it seems Jared particularly loves it as he hadn't thought of changing. He turned around, waving as you approached him, finally finding some shade in the garage,

"Munchkin!" he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you gently, which you returned,

"What's up?" she asked as she broke off the hug, "You broke some shit or did something bad? I gotta cover your ass from Gen?"

"No. I promised her to clean the garage and... Well... I need help," he sighed, "I didn't realize this much stuff was inside. Bad move to say I could do it by myself."

"Oooh, so you're aware you're getting old," you teased, Jared sending you a glare, "Alright alright, so you need help moving all this stuff?" you asked and he nod, "Why didn't you call dad-I mean Jensen?" Jared smiled, ruffling your hair,

"I told you not to hide from me, I ain't your dad and I ain't a snitch. I won't tell. Now, I was gonna call him too, but I figured he missed Dee."

"Yeah," you said, making a disgusted face, Jared laughing,

"That's completely normal kiddo."

"Whatever," you waved your hands in the air, "Where do we start?"

"I began over there," he pointed, "Maybe you go to the opposite end? We meet halfway?"

"You mean, I'll meet you somewhere in the corner of your pile," she said with a smirk, "Alright let's get to work."

"What are you gonna do this summer?" Jared asked, making you shrug your shoulders,

"Nothing," you said, lowering a box down,

"What do you mean nothing? It's summer! You don't have work, school. What did you do back in Y/H/C over the summer?"

"Hang out with friends, watch movies and TV shows. Read, play the guitar," you said, getting a hold of another box with a grunt, "I'm no fun."

"That's okay, you don't have to be partying every day to have fun," Jared said,

"Y/N!" Shep's voice called out, making you turn around and smile as the boy approached you and almost tackled you into a hug,

"Well hello to you to Shep. Now, who gave you permission to be almost as tall as me?"

"I did," Jared said with a proud, dorky smile on his face,

"Sure thing," you giggled, "How was basketball practice?"

"Good, it was really fun. Oh, we're playing on Thursday. Can you come to watch me?" he asked excitedly and you nod,

"I'll be there in the front row. He'll be in the back, he's way too tall for the front," you said, pointing at Jared and making Shep laugh, "Well your dad and I were just talking about summer break so, any other fun things you have going this summer?"

"I have nature and basketball camp," he said, "I'm super excited about that. And that's about it."

"You should join him in the nature camp munchkin," Jared hopped in, "It's really fun."

"I'm too old for that."

"We take in people of all age. There's some really old people at the camp," Shep said,

"Yeah? How old are we talking?" you asked,

"Like, daddy old," he said, pointing at Jared who made a pouty face while you were trying not to die of laughter,

"Okay kid I owe you ice cream for that one," you said as you calmed down from your laughing fit, "I'll-I'll see about the camp," you added, taking a deep breath, "Now go take a shower. You stink like your dad after moving a grand total of..." you turned around, counting the boxes, "Five. Five boxes," you said, looking at him, "You really are an old man."

"Told ya!" Shep called from the door before closing it,

"That kid," Jared huffed, "I'm no old man!"

"Okay okay," Sara giggled, the door to the garage opening,

"Now if I recall correctly, you said you could do it alone," Gen's voice rang as she approached you, "She's a plus one. Hi honey," she smiled at you, hugging you which you reciprocated,

"She barely even counts, look at how tiny she is!" Jared tried,

"This tiny thing here moved more boxes than you did. Plus, you had a head start of two, old man," you pointed out, making Jared roll his eyes,

"Old man? Where did that come from?"

"Shep."

"Shep!" Gen said surprised, "Damn, that kid is becoming witty!"

"He is," you said, giggling, "Come on, someone's pride is hurt," you nod at Jared and Gen rolled her eyes as she walked over to where he was and gave him a kiss,

"I love you," she said with a smile, "Despite you being so old," she added, Jared groaning as you giggled, "Kidding."

"Where are other kids?" you asked,

"Dot is with her aunt and Tom should be back after soccer practice. JJ's waiting for him to finish up. Now, you, what are your plans for the summer?"

“Y/N!” Tom’s voice exclaimed, making you turn around and wave at the two. You hugged Tom as he came closer, rolling your eyes at the fact that he’s as tall as you are despite being way younger than you,

"Jared and I were just talking about it. Nothing, really.”

"What do you mean, nothing? Don't Jensen and Danneel have some plans?"

"If they do, I'm not invited."

“Sup guys!” you said, smiling at JJ who nod at you, “How was soccer practice?”

“Was fun,” Tom said, “I gotta do some drills to practice a bit more.”

“Could you practice with us Y/N?” JJ asked, making you smile, “You helped me with my passes a lot. Maybe you’d want to help Tom too?”

“You play soccer?” Tom asked and you nod,

“I used to play when I was around your age. A thing or two stuck around,” you said, “Of course we can practice. How about after lunch?”

“Sounds good,” Tom said, “And… What’s dad doing?”

“Dead lifting,” Gen said as she giggled while looking at Jared, “And failing.”

“He’s not deadlifting, he's dying,” you added, making everyone laugh, “You two go inside, refresh. I’m taking you to ice cream when the twins come back from soccer and dance,” you said, watching as the two walked away,

“Well JJ warmed up to you a little,” Gen noticed,

“Yeah. Nothing much, really. She actually practiced with me only because Jensen talked her into it. She does say good morning to me. It’s progress though,” you sighed, “I’ll go help your old man so he doesn’t throw his back out,” you teased, Gen giggling,

“Alright. Jensen and Danneel are coming over for barbecue tonight, just so you know.”

“Oh, food, fun!” you said with a smile, Gen rolling her eyes as she walked back into the house through garage, “Sup, old man?” you said as you approached Jared who sent you a bitch face, “Don’t frown too much. You might throw a face muscle out,” you teased, Jared stopping and pulling his sleeves up playfully as you began running away from him, laughing.

3rd person POV

While Gen and Danneel were setting the tables for dinner later that day and Jensen was helping Jared smoke the meat and not eat any raw pieces in the process, Y/N was playing soccer with Tom, JJ, and Zepp. They did some drills for soccer, and she also showed Shep a few of those for basketball as well. Arrow and Odette were sitting on the side, probably plotting an end-of-the-world situation, as they usually do.

“Man, you ever thought of sending Y/N to soccer camp?” Jared said as the two looked at the kids playing, “You see her? She’s holding her own against Tom who’s as tall as her, and is even stronger than she is.”

“I mean, I’d love for her to do some sports,” Jensen said, “We do train together, but I can tell she loves soccer. Seems to enjoy it at least,” he said, “I can always offer it to her. It’s up to her if she’s gonna take it or not though,” he added,

“True. She’s also good with basketball, but I see she finds more joy in soccer,” Jared analyzed, “Now, you better tell me you have something planned for the summer that includes Y/N.”

“Everything that we planned for the summer includes Y/N, what are you on about?” Jensen asked confusedly,

“Well she mentioned today she’s probably not invited to whatever plans you might have, so I’m just making sure you haven’t lost your mind,” Jared said, “What is it?”

“Disney World,” Jensen smirked, “Dee planned the whole thing out. Too bad I said yes, she was gonna bring you if I didn’t want to go.”

“Take it back!” Jared exclaimed, pouting, “I wanna go too!”

“You got your own family doofus. Go figure it out,” Jensen teased, watching as Y/N approached them, talking to the kids as she was walking backwards towards them, “Stuff your face with that raw meat or I swear to God-“

“I hath been sent by the hungry tribe to ask when’s dinner gonna be done?” Y/N asked,

“Well if your uncle Jared doesn’t eat any of the remaining raw meat, it shall be done in about half an hour,” Jensen said with a smile, “Having fun?”

“Yep. Tom is really strong,” you said, “Barely keeping up with him. I think next time we come to Texas he might be taller than me.”

“That’s perks of being a Padalecki,” Jared smirked, “You like soccer, munchkin?”

“Yeah,” she said, “It’s fun. Lets me blow off some steam. Why?”

“You played when you were younger too, right?” Jensen said and she nod, “How does soccer camp sound to you?”

“I mean… I dunno,” she said, scratching her head, “I’m, like, too old. Too small. You should also be in a team to join, right?”

“Actually, no,” Jared said, “You gotta play a test match to determine your skills, but you don’t have to be in a club or to actively train in order to join. Everyone’s accepted. Now you might be placed with younger kids, but only because you’re smaller built than the kids your age.”

“I think I might be the first person they’ll turn down,” she giggled, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let the kids have fun.”

“But you’re a kid too,” Jensen frowned, “And you should have fun too. And this is obviously fun for you. Try it out.”

“You really think I could do well?” she asked, Jared rolling his eyes,

“Tom!” he exclaimed, Tom whipping around and running up to the three, “What do you think of Y/N as a soccer player?”

“She’s amazing!” he exclaimed happily, “My coach said I’m becoming real strong compared to my teammates, and I shouldn’t push with all I have all the time, but she’s holding up so well!”

“Do you think she’d make it to the camp?” Jensen asked and Tom’s face lit up as he looked at Y/N,

“You wanna join?”

“Your dad and uncle think I should,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “I’m not so sure though.”

“You’d do amazing!” he exclaimed, “Come on over tomorrow morning, when Zeppelin has practice. We do rounds for the camp then.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, nodding,

“Y/N! Tom!” Zeppelin exclaimed from behind, “Come on, I wanna practice shooting!”

“That’s our cue,” Y/N said, “Tag, you’re it,” she slapped Tom, running away as Tom began chasing her,

“Look at how fast she is!” Jared exclaimed, Jensen giggling,

“She overtook me a few times when we went running together back in Vancouver,” he said, “Embarassing to admit, but it is what it is,” he added, “I hope she tries out tomorrow morning. I’d love to see her have fun for once. She’s too wound up.”

“She’s scared, it’s normal,” Jared assured him, “Let’s just hope she tries out. Incoming, ten o’clock.”

“Have you eaten any more raw ribs, Jared?” Danneel asked as she approached, Jensen giggling as Jared rolled his eyes,

“Y’know that’s becoming old, right?”

“What? The fact that you ate raw ribs a couple months ago, again? Nope, not getting old, like, at all,” Jensen teased, “Honey, I got a question,” he said as Danneel sat in his lap,

“Yeah, what is it?”

“What do you think about Y/N joining the soccer camp with Zepp, J bird and Tom?”

“Oh, I’d love that!” she exclaimed happily, “I noticed she’s having fun. And when y’all finish filming, she can join their soccer team too. I think she’d blossom, to have some sports that isn’t overtaking her old dad when they go running,” she teased, Jensen rolling his eyes,

“Yeah yeah, you didn’t think I was old this morning,” he smirked, Jared making a fake gagging sound,

“That’s disgusting,” he said, handing Danneel the plate with meat, “Here ya go. We got just this to finish up and we’re done. Salads done?”

“Yes sir,” Danneel said, “Bring it over and then we need to wrestle kids into coming to eat.”

“I think they’ll be wrestling us for big pieces of meat when we call them,” Jensen pointed out, “They’ve been running all day straight. They’ll eat like Jared, just not raw meat.”

8 days later...

“Okay, you three sure you’ll be okay?” Danneel asked, making you roll your eyes,

“We’re gonna be fine mom, we got this,” you said,

“We’re gonna kick some ass!” Zeppelin exclaimed as he ran up to you, making Danneel gasp and Jensen snort,

“Zeppelin Bram Ackles, language!” Danneel said, making you giggle,

“English,” JJ added, everyone turning confused looks towards her, “Language. It’s English.”

“She’s got her humor down,” you said with a laugh,

“Just like her mom,” Danneel added, Jensen sending a bitch-face towards her,

“Okay guys, you have fun. Call if you need anything and we’ll see you in fifteen days on the games,” Jensen said, hugging JJ tightly, “Love you birdie,” he whispered while Zeppelin hugged Danneel and you stood back, watching them with a smile. As JJ ran off to find her friends, Jensen walked up to you and gave you a hug too, “My big girl,” he murmured, making you roll your eyes,

“Shut up I ain’t going to military,” you responded, Danneel laughing as he let you go, “Thanks for letting me go.”

“Thanks for trying something out of your comfort zone,” Danneel said, hugging you as Zeppelin jumped into Jensen’s arms, “Have fun out here. Don’t be a big sister all the time.”

“I’ll try,” you smiled, watching as they turned back around and walked to their car, driving off. Zeppelin tugged at your hand, grabbing your attention,

“Let’s go unpack and then we can eat!”

“You got an appetite of your dad, silly,” you giggled, grabbing your duffel, “Come on. Let’s figure this out.”

Six days later...

Okay, Jensen was totally right.

This camp was so much fun.

You haven’t made much friends, as a combination of you being an introvert and younger kids you were playing with who have other fun things to do, but you’ll lie if you said you didn’t enjoy all the games, drills, matches you played. And, of course, all the food.

JJ and Tom had made it into the mixed squad alongside you, so you had some extra work on top of regular stuff, but you didn’t mind. JJ wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but she wasn’t exactly happy to see you there either. You knew she was upset that you joined on the same boat as she did, and you knew she probably felt a little jealous because soccer in this league used to be just her thing. Maybe if they let you play with kids your age, she wouldn’t be as upset as she is. But you couldn’t go against the rules of the camp, and you certainly knew you couldn’t go against the kids that are as tall as Jensen, regardless of their gender.

The downtime you had usually consisted of reading and listening to music, occasionally taking a walk through the wooded area not far from the living area.

On the other hand, you were really happy to see Zeppelin make some friends and have a lot of fun, he settled very well, finding kids that loved legos and dinosaurs and all the little random things he did, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

Of course, Jensen and Danneel texted daily, making sure everyone had everything they needed.

You were sitting on the window frame, the bedtime for little ones, including Zeppelin, had long passed. You were taking in some of the evening breeze when you saw a kid, no older than Zeppelin, approach you with another kid behind,

“Hey, are you Y/N, Zeppelin’s... sister?” he whispered, making you widen your eyes as you looked at the two boys,

“Yes, I am. What are you two doing outside? You’re crossing over the curfew.”

“Uh…” the kid scratched his head as he looked down,

“What happened? Is Zepp in trouble?” you asked as your heart picked up faster pace,

“We were playing truth or dare,” the other boy began, “And he got dared to go into the woods alone-“

“What?!” you whisper-yelled, turning around to look at all the other kids asleep, “Wait here,” you added, walking over to put your shoes on, grabbing your flashlight and your phone, and you walked back, jumping out the window, landing easily, “What direction did he go to?”

“Behind the dorms, there,” the other boy showed you,

“Okay, you two get back into your rooms and keep your butts still. If I don’t show up within an hour, go wake an adult up and tell them everything you told me. Tell them I have the phone on me and they can locate it. You understand me?”

“But-“

“No buts,” you said sternly, sneaking to their living area, “You already messed up enough by doing this stupid dare in the first place,” you said, “I can go wake someone up right now, but I’m willing to let y’all slide if I find my brother. Go. Inside.”

The two quietly jumped back up to their room through the window and you took off to the woods, swearing internally.

You had totally forgotten about her.

What if she’s here, what if she found you?

What if she took him?

He must be scared out of his mind to be with someone like her.

Of course you were gonna get happiness swept right beneath your feet.

You shouldn't have relaxed this easy, you shouldn't have let your guard down like this.

Even if he wasn’t taken, he’s still alone, in the dark woods.

There shouldn’t be any animals around, but you were scared for the kid nonetheless.

“Zeppelin?” you called out for what seemed to be the hundredth time since you stepped into the woods, you definitely lost track of time and you knew your legs are running on pure adrenaline as you knew how petrified you were. You could see her, clear as day, kicking the small boy you loved as if he's your blood. The sights in front of your eyes were at times so real and vivid that you had to slap your face to bring yourself back to reality.

Time was ticking and you couldn't find him. With every moment that passed, you were more and more assured that your mother took him. He's a smart kid and he's got hearing of a hawk. He'd have heard you calling him by now. You didn't know what to do first, you were calling out for him, praying to whatever there is to keep him safe, battling ugly scenarios in your head, until you snapped,

"Listen to me, you bitch," you called out into the open as you came to a stop, "I know you're here and I know you can hear me. Come out of your hidey hole, let him go and I'll come with you. It's time we put an end to this."

You were about to move further down the path but you heard something snap to your left.

A/N: A little cliffhanger never hurt nobody, right? ;D Now don't kill me @crasmuna, and everyone else, there's more to come ;D

[b1nniecat]

🎶 counterpoint 🎶

prologue: prelude.

pairing: college!au park wonbin x fem!reader | rii7e + aespa appearances throughout the series!

content warnings: swearing, kys/kms jokes, reader smokes 🚬

wc: 1.2k

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In music, counterpoint is the relationship between two or more melodic lines that are harmonically interdependent yet independent in rhythm and contour.

It’s tension and resolve, sharp edges clashing and lingering pauses hanging heavy in the air. Two distinct melodies, stubborn in their independence, yet drawn together by an invisible thread. Their rhythm stutters, their harmony falters, but somewhere in the chaos, something begins to take shape—a fragile balance where dissonance gives way to fleeting moments of clarity, and two voices learn to move in tandem without losing themselves.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The city lights stretched far into the horizon, blurring into specks of gold and white as Y/N leaned heavily against the cold metal railing of her balcony. A cigarette flickered between her fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. She tilted her head back, letting the smoke curl lazily upwards, a sharp contrast to the chill nipping at her exposed skin.

“…And it was just irrational and unreasonable,” Jimin’s voice crackled through her phone speaker, sharp and indignant. “I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I’m gonna say it—she IS a bitch.”

Y/N snorted, the cigarette bobbing slightly between her lips as she stifled a laugh.

“Woah,” Minjeong’s voice cut in with a dramatic gasp. “Jiminie cursing out a professor?”

“Crazy time to be alive,” Ning added, her voice light and amused.

The soft glow of her phone screen illuminated Y/N’s smirk as she pulled the cigarette away, exhaling slowly. The night air bit at her cheeks, but the warmth from her little vice lingered in her chest.

“Y/N…” Aeri’s voice carried a familiar edge of warning. “Didn’t you say you were taking a break this week?”

“Y/N’s smoking again?” Jimin gasped, horror dripping from every syllable.

“Okay, okay!” Y/N said quickly, lifting the cigarette into her phone camera’s view. Its glow had already begun to fade. “Look, I’m putting it out now, alright? I was just… in my feels.”

“And there are better coping mechanisms out there!” Aeri retorted, her voice sharp.

Minjeong let out an exaggerated snort. “You sure have a lot to say for someone who was basically married to her vape.”

“I THREW IT AWAY, OKAY?” Aeri cut in, indignant. “This is a team effort!”

Laughter erupted through the group chat, Ning practically wheezing as Jimin chimed in again, her voice softer now.

“Hey, Aeri, Y/N… don’t you guys have a 9AM class tomorrow?”

Y/N froze mid-inhale. The realization hit her all at once—the sharp smell of nicotine, the cold air, the looming weight of responsibility. Her forehead dropped to the railing with an audible thunk.

“Oh, fuck me.”

The screen flickered as her friends broke into laughter again, but Y/N was already stubbing out the cigarette, her fingers trembling slightly from the cold—or maybe something else. The city below stretched endlessly, and for a brief moment, she wondered if anyone else was staring out into the night, feeling just as restless.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Morning sunlight poured through the tall classroom windows, dust particles catching in the glow as Y/N slipped into her seat beside Giselle. The faint smell of coffee clung to her sweater, and her notebook lay open but untouched in front of her.

The weight of exhaustion sat heavy under her eyes, and the caffeine was doing little to lift the fog clouding her head. But even through the haze, her gaze inevitably drifted forward.

Two rows ahead, Wonbin sat rummaging through his bag. His head was tilted downward slightly, dark hair falling messily across his forehead as his hands absentmindedly pulled his laptop and headphones out. The quiet confidence in the way he carried himself—the way he seemed lost in his own world—made Y/N’s stomach twist, just slightly.

“Okay, at this point, just walk up to him before the lecturer arrives and ask for his number,” Aeri whispered, elbowing Y/N lightly.

Y/N blinked and tore her gaze away. “You’re basically asking me to kill myself.”

Aeri shrugged, her grin sly. “You’ll regret it when the semester ends, and you never see him again.” She paused, “Hold on- WHAT IF WE DONT SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN?”

“We live in the same building, Ri,” Y/N deadpanned.

“So you hate me.”

“WHAT?!”

“Okay, fine. Men win again. Whatever.”

Y/N stifled her laugh, burying her face briefly into her folded arms on the desk as the lecturer finally entered the room. The buzz of conversation faded into silence as the projector flickered to life.

Her ears suddenly perked up at the words, “group project.”

“Your team members have already been assigned,” the lecturer continued, voice cutting cleanly through the low hum of conversation. “Please check your emails this afternoon for your assigned teammates. This project is due in one month, so I expect dedication and collaboration from all of you.”

Y/N felt a surge of relief. Finally, something practical—something real. The weight of lectures and theory always sat heavy on her, but this—this felt tangible.

Aeri leaned closer, whispering under her breath. “I’ve been praying for this class to assign us actual work. Talk about being a music major.”

Y/N smiled faintly, but a nervous flutter stirred in her stomach. Group projects. They could be a dream or a nightmare, and there was rarely any in-between.

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The campus café was crowded by mid-afternoon, students hunched over laptops, papers strewn across tables, and the faint hum of conversation filling every corner. Y/N and Aeri were perched at their usual spot by the window, their laptops open, condensation collecting on their iced drinks.

“Okay. Worst-case scenario: you get stuck with slackers,” Aeri said, straw pinched between her teeth. “What then?”

Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair. “I drop out.”

They both laughed, their voices blending into the chatter around them.

The sharp ding of an email notification cut through the noise. The girls screamed, earning glares from those around them.

“FUCK WE’RE NOT TOGETHER.” Aeri wailed, dropping her head dramatically onto the table.

Y/N froze, “Please no, please no, please no…” she muttered under her breath.

Aeri leaned over, squinting at the screen. “I know… what are we going to-”

“No. Look.”

Y/N pointed at the name glaring back at her from the list of her assigned teammates: Wonbin.

Aeri collapsed back onto the table, “Oh no, yeah, you hate me.”

“I literally bought you coffee today,” Y/N hissed.

“Oh, so we’re no-strings-attached, sugar mommy-baby status now?” Aeri smirked, lifting her head back hp to take a loud sip of her drink.

“Shut up and help me.”

“Look.” Her voice softened slightly as she caught Y/N’s expression—equal parts panic and something else, something quieter. “It’s not that bad. Think about it—you’ll actually get to know him now. He’ll finally know you exist.”

“Gee, thanks,” Y/N muttered.

“Anytime, babe.”

They sat in silence for a beat, the weight of the email hanging heavy between them.

Aeri spoke again, softer this time. “Just do what you do best. Focus on the work, okay? If he wants you, he’ll have to chase you down himself.”

Y/N swallowed and nodded. “Right.”

In unison, their voices dropped into conspiratorial whispers:

“I don’t chase. I attract.”

Their laughter bubbled up again, but this time, Y/N felt a knot of nerves settle firmly in her chest.

Another email notification popped up.

Y/N groaned loudly. “Oh god. She’s one of those.”

Giselle snorted. “No way she sent an email already.”

Y/N sighed, typing out a brief reply before snapping her laptop shut.

“Why did I agree to 9AM…”

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a/n: and it begins.. this kinda took a different direction to my initial “oo lemme write smthng 10 things i hate about you inspired” moment. nevertheless, this will def still be a slow burn bc i live for them, enemies to lovers, and i rly wanted to portray raw natural + realistic human emotion and reaction so i hope u guys enjoy :33 and i will make it a goal to have this series finished (for once)!!

.. fyi im aiming for this to have around 10-15 chapters but we shall see how it all flows…..

if uve read up to here thanku and pls bear with me as i get these chapters out (ง'̀-'́)ง

- b1nniecat (>ᴗ•) !

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

so - maybe u noticed that t aint here on tumblr much lately - been bizzy - and our apartment was invaded by workmen - sometimes 7 at 1 time in wat is essentially 2 rooms a tiny kitchen and bath - with all the dust alone , Cinder had to be locked up in the bathroom - and there were a few days that the noise was defening - almost 100 year old radiators and pipes removed (OMFG THAT was torture - ripping out of walls ) originally we were told 2 half days with a little touch up here and there - 10 full days and 3 half and someone in doing or adjusting something almost daily but the 1st 10 days almost half our space was crammed w furniture boxes etc - had we been given notice or realized what an ordeal it would be - we would have boarded Cinder and gone somewhere warm and sunny - Cinder was VERY upset - 1 of us was with her in the bathroom most of the working day - 9am - tho sometimes earlier until 430 sometimes later - anyway it has been an ordeal not conducive to actually doing much but soothe a kitty who as u know is good and always and trynna soothe each other - the only place we would consider boarding cinder requires 2 weeks notice for 1st time boarders and we only got 1 day notice before actual start date but had been told the week before it would probably start in the next week or so which sometimes means 2 weeks

anyway we got thru it - but

fuck

and now its a nother caturday

yay i guess like poetry maybe

and all the rest

and

despite all the fuckery

dont forget the murder feeding and visiting

hallelujah

anyway

[xielanshans]

went to IT first thing and got it fixed oh thank fuck

dude i cant fckn log in or change my password to my work accounts I CANT FCKN LOG INNNNNMM

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

L'appel Du Vide

ch. i - you are here! - ch. iii - ch. iv - ch. v - ch. vi - ch. vii - ch. viii - ch. ix - ch. x

A/N: It’s time for an update. Have a happy Halloween, I will be busy that day. I also made a playlist for this fanfic. Please feel free to listen as you read. -> Spotify

tags: Rook Hunt x fem!reader, urine (non sexual), mentions of vomit, blood wc: 4.4k+

You stared at the empty plastic water bottle now tipped over on its side. Having already finished it when the blond left you to your own devices. You waited for the floor above you to become completely silent and still before trying to free yourself from this nightmare. You made an attempt to tug the rope around your ankles loose. But you quickly realized that you had to get your hands freed first. That man had tied your wrists together and made it impossible for you to untie them yourself. Not without outside assistance from a person or maybe even a sharp enough object. 

The most useful thing you could do was hold the water bottle (barely). And with your foot holding the book open on the floor, flip through the musty, slightly yellowed pages. You decided to read the book your captor gave you to kill time. You frowned softly at the little comics in between the French lessons. Your mind drifted off to the world you once knew. Thinking about how crazy this story would be when you were free to tell it. The nurses that worked overnight when you cleaned would want every horrible detail. You had no clue how long you had been missing, but surely someone had started to look for you. What about your bills? Your job? Your parents obsessing over your safety? People must be already looking for you. This will soon be a distant trauma memory you can share in therapy ten years from now. 

You flipped through the book some more with your eyebrows knit together. Some of the phrases had been scribbled out with black pen. In the thin margin of the page were tiny notes in French. You made a mental note to revisit before closing the book and glancing around the large, empty space.

When your captor left to ‘get lunch’ he didn’t mention how long he would be leaving you alone. But you had time to soak everything in now. This had to be his house. You were tied up in an unfinished basement somewhere in the world that could have snow. There were a lot of potential places, but your captor was fluent in French. You remembered the sound of crashing waves before you woke up again… He mentioned having you imported…

Are you even in France? Your head was starting to spin as you racked your brain for all of the places you could imagine with basements and French. Unfortunately, without knowing what the world was like outside of the basement, that would be far too challenging. Your body began to tremble from the cold air hugging your skin as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Maybe there was a chance you were still in the states. This guy was just trying to make you feel insane. That’s how kidnappers work. 

After blinking away your tears and giving a small sniffle, you took in a slow deep breath and looked around again with a sharp exhale. The unfinished basement wasn’t very big and it was shockingly clean. Your captor must have tidied up for your arrival, or he never had used this space before now. There are 18 steps taken to reach a door at the top from what you’ve counted. So if you ever count more or less, something should be wrong. 

There was a small window leading to the outside world. It was too high to reach without something to stand on. It gave you natural lighting so you could at least see the sunlight and guess what time it was. The man left to bring you lunch. So with the position of the sun and the shadows on the floor, it was most likely between 9am and 12pm. Maybe a little later. The window might be too small to squeeze out of. But if you could get it pried open enough, you should be able to stick your arm through and hopefully get someone’s attention. Your eyes trailed from the window to the center of the room only a few feet away from you.

The wooden chair.

Your heart started to race as you nodded silently to yourself. This could be easier than expected. You scrunched your ice cold toes tight before relaxing again. Freedom was a conceivable possibility now. With a quick sweep of your eyes you didn’t see anything else worth looking at in the cellar you were captive in. You thought back to the patient's room you cleaned before all of this happened. The man who claimed to have fallen madly in love with you was previously staying in that room. Your captor could be him. It was very likely at this point. But how he found out so much was beyond your understanding. The man was also fluent in French but not English. Unless he was lying? The nurse that mentioned him had said he had a bad head injury and was confused. Maybe he’s mistaking you for someone he gave the pet name ‘mon lapin’ to? That has to be the case. 

Finally, you needed to do something to ensure survival until you could make your escape. You didn’t want to have sex with this guy if you didn’t have to. Spreading your legs for a captor is always seen as a last resort. He comes off as stable enough for a conversation and he must be intelligent if he was able to successfully kidnap you without anyone noticing. So you couldn’t outsmart him. Not right now at least. But, if you could get close to him and build trust you could ease your way to freedom. Or even hold out long enough for someone to save you. Just have conversations with him. Your captor seems like he enjoys chatting. Especially if you show him you are willing to learn and speak his language. 

You looked down at the book again, awkwardly fumbling with your hands and feet to pry the book open to read over the slightly yellowing pages. They were all basic, the usual first intro’s to the language. Good morning, good night. Please, thank you. All things that you assume that guy might like to hear. “S… Sill vow plate? … Say… See voo play?” You practiced quietly, eyeing the pronunciations with caution. Learning Morse code really would be easier to learn than French. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since your captor had left. But you finished the book. Three times. The shadows had moved to stretch across the cellar floor as you shuddered and sniffed from the chill. There wasn’t anything in the book that told you how to beg for clothes. So you would have to convince the blond in English. 

You jolted at the sound of a door opening above. Your head snapped upwards towards the wooden ceiling with your eyes widened. Heavy boots crossing the floor and the sound of something big being dragged behind them. Your mind blanked, your mouth fell open. “Hello?! Is someone there?!” You called out hurriedly, trying to get to your feet but miserably failing. Landing on your shoulder with a pain shooting through you. You squirmed pathetically with a groan of pain. You made it back onto your butt, flinching at the cold, hard floor. You squeaked at the sound of whatever the boots were dragging, suddenly hit the floor with a loud thud.

The boots were quick, coming closer to the staircase. Like they were filled with a renewed vigor. The basement door flew open and you felt your heart start to sink, your posture sagging in misery. “Mon lapin!” Your captor called out cheerfully. Anxiety filled your stomach and your body began to sweat from stress. Of course, he’s back with lunch. “I come down to you!” He sang, the door never closed as he began to descend the wooden staircase. The sudden smell invading the cellar made you gag. The remnants of your apple slices, water, and stomach acid made its way up to your throat. You quickly swallowed it down with a scrunch of your face from disgust. He reached the bottom of the stairs, waving excitedly in a new set of clothes. 

Firstly, he stunk of urine. Non human urine. His face was slathered in soil, he had dressed himself in black and green camouflage. You could see blood staining parts of his skin and clothes. Lunch must be very fresh. “I have missed you! Were you good?” He asked as he approached, and you retched again, hurriedly swallowing the vomit before it came out. “Oh my god what’s that smell?” You choked, tears pricking your eyes as you turned away from him while sniffling with despair. “Smell? Ehhh… Urine, from the forest deer. And the blood smell. Forgive me, mon lapin.” He chuckled softly and picked up the now empty water bottle he had left you with. You could feel him staring at you, clearly amused by your miserable reactions. You struggled to keep yourself from gagging again, curling into a tight ball as you pressed yourself against the cold, stone wall. “Please get away from me!” You sobbed with tears rolling down your face, your eyes now squeezed shut as the blond laughed again. “You dislike? Désolé, mon lapin.” The tone was like soft satin, easing your nerves as his heavy boots turned away and he made his way up the wooden stairs. “I come back with lunch! J'ai apporté un cadeau!” He sang from the top of the stairs, leaving you alone in the cellar. Shivering with your stomach twisting into a discomforted knot.

You were grateful that you didn’t vomit. Being tied up and naked would make it impossible to clean yourself. And you didn’t want this guy to touch you if it was avoidable. A sudden thought came to mind, making your eyes widen fearfully. What about the bathroom? What about showering? Your bladder suddenly began to ache, and you clenched tightly with a sigh that melted into a sob. You wanted to go home. 

You cried quietly to yourself, sniffling and wailing into your bound hands as the blond created a ruckus above you. The sounds of something being cut, more dragging, dishes and water running. The smell of piss and blood had dissipated, and instead a more welcoming scent began to linger into the cellar. Onions and pepper, the scent of vegetables and… An odd smell. Like something wild in the forest, a gamey smell with a hint of blood. But among the other scents, you weren’t left with a looming anxiety. Just discomfort. Some time passed, it felt like an hour or longer. Your eyes drifted shut and you felt exhausted. Occasionally you would peek and see the shadows stretched farther across the floor, the sky much brighter each time. You gasped in surprise as the blond whistled down to you, your nerves all zapping to life. “Heure du déjeuner!” He cooed and made his way down the 18 wooden stairs. 

His clothes were different. The blond ponytail was missing, showing you a terrible bob cut he must have tried chopping himself. A tight, navy blue long sleeved shirt, and black pants. On his feet were white bunny slippers. You wanted to laugh or even crack a smile, but you were far too distressed. “You are hungry?” He asked as he approached with a white ceramic bowl, a silver spoon poking out as the scent of whatever he was cooking upstairs tickled your tastebuds. In his other hand was a glass of water. Your mouth began to pool with saliva, your stomach growling in excitement. After eating nothing but apple slices this morning, and nothing during the morning of your capture, your body was craving sustenance. He kneeled in front of you, his expression kind as you watched him with puffy red eyes. 

“Yeah…” You whispered, eyeing him up and down as you slowly uncurled and rested against the wall. “Not poison.” He tilted the bowl so you could see inside and placed the glass of water on the ground. A reddish colored stew. Brown chunks of meat, potatoes, carrots, onions, and assorted seasonings. This looked more like dinner than lunch. You looked at him suspiciously feeling your heart thud with anxiety. When he gave you water earlier in the day, he clarified it wasn’t poison. He did it again. “I taste and you see.” He offered and took the spoon, mixing the stew around as he settled to rest on his knees in front of you. The blond lifted the spoon, blowing softly before easing a chunk of meat and carrot into his mouth. He looked ecstatic from the flavor. “Ahhh très bien! It is better than before!” He cheered with excitement, his pale cheeks becoming pink as you eyed the spoon he pulled from his mouth. “You will taste.” He hummed, getting another spoonful and blowing gently. “Ouvrir” He instructed, and you parted your lips shyly. It was hard to ignore that you would be swapping spit so soon. 

But that thought vanished and your eyes widened in awe. The stew was extremely good. A hint of bay leaves, the softened vegetables and even the unusual meat bursted with flavor. It warmed you from within and left your stomach snarling for more. “What… What kind of meat-”

“Flesh of deer.” He responded happily, feeding you again with that same gentle expression. You weren’t sure if you were uneasy or appreciative of his smiling face. You couldn’t imagine what he looked like angry, or if you wanted to. You ate quietly as your brain racked with questions. This was your chance to try talking with him. “What should I call you?” You asked with a soft swallow, watching him scoop more stew onto the spoon and blow on it before feeding you. “Call me?” He repeated, appearing confused by your question with his thin eyebrows knitting together. 

The book. You glanced down at the book you studied this morning before looking up at him nervously. If you show him you’re using the book he left you, that would warrant brownie points right? “Um… Qwell ey vetray nom?” You did your best to pronounce the phrase with a slight cringe. You were sure you said something wrong. But the blond was pleased. He even chuckled with a soft shake of his head. “Votre accent est joli, mon lapin. Je souris à cause de toi.” The hand holding the spoon now rested over his heart. He appeared satisfied with a dreamy expression.

He mentioned your accent, so you must have done a terrible job pronouncing the phrase. But your captor was more focused on your willingness to learn French. “You say Rook. Like the… Tower chess piece.” He motioned to his head like he was putting on a hat. You nodded quickly in understanding. Rook cannot be his actual name. Unless his parents hated him. But at least you were getting somewhere. “Do you know my name?” You asked and watched as Rook looked at you with parted lips, preparing to speak before he glanced away playfully. His eyes darted back to yours and he held a hand to his ear, leaning forward. “Français s'il vous plaît?” He sang and you processed the phrase before looking down at the book, then back to him. “Is it… Qwell es mon nom?” You asked with a small flinch trying to piece the question together. You weren’t a linguistics person but you tried. “Tu es mon lapin.” Rook responded with a nod.

So he doesn’t plan to use your real name. Just ‘mon lapin’. You heard of victims being captive so long they forget their real names. You couldn’t allow that to happen. “I see…” You murmured as he left the bowl on the ground beside him and picked up the glass of water. Your lips parted as he gave you sip after sip, and the two of you continued in silence. 

Eating. Drinking. It was something you always did independently. Having a man you didn’t know bind you and do it for you was a unique experience you weren’t sure if you were happy to have or not. He could let you starve and waste away, or leave the bowl on the ground for you to eat from like some dog. But here he is, hand feeding you with patience you wouldn’t expect. The bowl was scraped clean and you felt satisfied, now being given the last few sips of water from the glass. 

“Are you happy?” Rook asked, his summer green eyes stared through you. Lacking light or any real emotion behind them. It was frightening. You chose to nod in response. No reason to fight right now. “Thank you for the lunch…” You murmured awkwardly as he smiled wide and reached a hand out towards you. He rubbed the top of your head before giving you two firm pats. “Vous êtes le bienvenu.” His tone was gentle as he rose to his feet with the empty dishes. “Now for the reward!” He was full of energy now as he gave you a small bow of his head and retreated up the stairs. 

You looked around again, glancing up at the ceiling as there was shuffling and the sound of clinking glasses and running water. When he returned, he was holding a large, pale pink gift bag in one hand and he had a book tucked under his arm. Rook sat in the chair across from you, looking down at your curled up figure with a smile. “I thought of you.” He spoke as he sat the book on his muscular thigh, balancing it before reaching into the gift bag. He pulled out what looked like a large dog bed. A plush pink fabric lined the inside, the outside was a soft cream color. “You will be down here until your room is finished.” He explained as he dropped the soft bed at his feet. Your heart began to pound and your mind started to race. 

Rook was going to eventually bring you upstairs with him. Next was a coloring book and a pack of 50 crayons. The design on the book was littered with cute, neon animals. Clearly for children. “Because I go places in the day. You will not be bored.” You were grateful to have some other entertainment other than a language book.

Next was something that left you with a sigh of relief. You finally got a shirt to wear. It was oversized. A plain vanilla color with a brown pelican printed on the left breast. It would be long enough to cover you at least to mid thigh. “I also give you this!” Rook now appeared bashful with a smile spread across his face and a soft rouge dusting his cheeks. The expression could only be seen as hunger. A suppressed appetite that made your stomach wind with discomfort. Held in his fingers was a pair of indigo colored panties. They looked plain other than a tiny white ribbon on the front. They appeared to be your size, maybe a little smaller. Something was better than nothing. “You may wear clothes. Your body… C'est magnifique… But indecent.” The tone of his voice soft as he neatly folded them and dropped them onto the dog bed along with the other items. 

You silently pouted, feeling disgusted with the way Rook spoke about your body. You didn’t choose to be naked. That was his fault. The choice of underwear was happily something you could live with. But seeing how visibly excited he was left you with a foul taste in your mouth. And the way he referred to you as ‘magnifique’ made your nose crinkle in displeasure.

The final thing in the bag made you frown with confusion. A box with an image of a small dog on the front. “What’s that?” You asked, a wave of anxiety washing over you as Rook tapped on the side of the box with a finger. “Toilet.” Your stomach dropped into your feet and your mouth became cotton dry. No way. You stared in horror at the box as the realization hit you. Puppy training pads. The thin sheets to housebreak dogs before they could learn to go outside. 

“Rabbits use litter box-”

“I am a human being!” You corrected angrily as Rook closed his mouth and watched you pull your knees closer to your chest. You grit your teeth in anger and disgust. You narrowed your eyes and watched as his expression shifted. He was frowning now, discontented with your now aggressive attitude. “You use that ugly language when we chat.” This voice rumbled, deep within his chest as you felt your posture start to sag. His lifeless eyes burned into your exposed skin. You looked down at your bound ankles. You were intimidated. “I dislike, just how you dislike toilet.” He let out an exasperated sigh. The building rage inside of you was difficult to contain. Keeping a human captive and speaking English are extremely different. “Litter box is messy. So this is better.” Rook made an attempt to explain his reason behind it.

You planned to put up with a lot for the sake of survival. But this was something you just couldn’t accept. You could feel tears of frustration forming in your eyes as Rook stood with his book and the box. The purple novel was left on the chair and he peeled open the cardboard container. “Pout if you like.” Rook was stern but gentle as he took one of the thin cotton sheets and laid it beside you as you cried in silence. He was still frowning, the pressure in your bladder was much stronger now. You needed to pee. “I come back.” Rook shook his head and took the box up the stairs with him. He wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he had a pack of what you could only assume was baby wipes. You swallowed, trying to ignore the pressure building below as you sniffled away a trickling string of snot. Rook sat in his chair and picked up the book which allowed you to see the title; Mood Indigo. The baby wipes rested on the concrete floor near his feet. The cellar was silent. Only filled with the occasional sound of flipping of pages and your soft whines of discomfort.

You squirmed against the cold wall. Your toes scrunching and unscrunching as you writhed in discomfort. Tears began to well in your eyes, your brain struggling to comprehend something as dehumanizing as pissing on a cotton floor pad meant to train a dog. “You need to pee?” Rook asked hopefully, you shook your head. You tried to distract yourself from the feeling. But the urge lingered, swelling inside of your stomach as your thighs began to tremble. If you held it any longer it would just come out of you anyway. “Rook?” You called his name through a strangled breath and looked up. His empty green eyes met your gaze, and he pointed at the small white puppy pad he laid out next to you. 

Thankfully you only needed to urinate. But it would be even better if embarrassment killed you, freeing you from this nightmare. “Rook- Please I’m sorry if I did anything to make you upset don’t- I don’t want to use a fucking puppy pad this is insane!” You sobbed, your pleas growing in strength and frustration started to build. Rook is your captor. He is not your friend. He is holding you against your will in a foreign place. “Please just take me upstairs and bring me back down! Please?!” You begged as tears began to roll down your burning cheeks. 

Watching in horror as Rook closed his eyes and held his hand to his ear. He was pretending to not understand. “Stop it- I know you can understand me! Your English is almost perfect!” You were struggling to hold it in. Your thighs shaking and tears streamed down your face as you felt your cramping walls start to relax on their own volition. You squirmed, quickly wriggling to the puppy pad on the hard, concrete floor. You sat, pulling your knees to your chest as you cried to yourself and stared at the rounded bones of your knees.

The cotton is much softer than the cellar flooring, but far more humiliating than you could have ever imagined. You wished that the food was poisoned. You wished that Rook would just kill you already. “Don’t look- Close your eyes!” You sobbed weakly with a surge of despair coiling around you. Your body finally betrayed you. Rook closed his book and reached for the pack of wipes. With his arms now crossed over his chest as he stood and walked over to you. Staring down at you with those eyes devoid of emotion with a smile crossing his lips. Watching you sob and cry as you urinated on the thin, cotton training pad.

You wished you would die. You could feel his eyes watching you from above as you sat in a puddle of your own urine, slowly being soaked into the cotton pad and leaving it stained a bright yellow color beneath you. “Cette tâche a-t-elle été difficile?” He asked from above as the plastic pack crinkled in his hand, but you didn’t have the energy to guess what he was saying. Nor did you care. You squealed when he had gotten down to your level, wrestling you out of the tight ball you curled into to instead stretch your body out. 

He was going to wipe for you. You clenched your hands into tight fists, turning away as your face burned in humiliation. Rook was humming again as he lifted your hips to rest over his muscular thigh. You heard the sound of the plastic crinkling, the soft tug of one of the wipes. And then, an uncomfortably cool sensation between your thighs. Rook would wipe your inner thighs and the delicate petals of your body until you were clean. Doing it so cautiously you were positive this was a sick form of molestation. Your stomach churned and you fought the urge to cry again until he finally let you go, and pulled away the stained puppy pad. “All done! Fin!” He smiled, but you laid on the floor, refusing to acknowledge him. He spoke, but you rolled onto your side and curled up into a ball again, staring blankly at your knees.

You wanted to go home.

[kissinginthechapel]

in case anyone was wondering how im doing on this lovely december morning, here's a little update. i woke up at 5am (i have to everyday for literally the rest of my life to take medication) and i always check my phone when i get up at 5 and i still saw no new notifications from him, so of course i actually go onto snapchat to look around, maybe see if his snap score had gone up, if i was still on delivered and i didnt even see his name (bad sign). so im thinking maybe im delerious and groggy from just being woken up at 5am by my alarm and probs being ripped out of REM sleep. so i search his name (first and last of course) on snap. nothing. then i remembered that one of my friends & i had his snap username saved in our chat, so i clicked on it and it wouldnt load anything. sure sign that im blocked. but of course i work today so i had to go back to sleep to get a few more hours of sleep. as i layed back down i made a list of all of the worst times and places i could find out that he had blocked me and as i dozed off i started to feel lucky that it had to happen this way. 5am in bed isnt such a bad way in the grand scheme of things. a few hours later i wake up and then seconds later i hear my alarm go off. perfect timing of course, i love when that happens. but no, of course it wasnt perfect timing. i check my phone to see that its 8:43am. i wake up at 8:30am for work so that i can leave the apartment by 9am cause i clock in at 9:30. i shoot out of bed, knowing ive already lost 13 minutes, start my car and get dressed. i didnt have time to eat or put on makeup, so thats nice. once im ready i head outside its about 1 degree (feels like -5 or something) and of course i have to scrape my windsheild, back window, drivers side window. the ice is being extra stubborn and my fingers are freezing. im also running behind schedule so i wont be able to sneak in breakfast somewhere quick before work. i get in my car and hardly have time to let my fingers thaw before i have to leave cause im running "late" (behind schedule) and thats where we're at now. im at work, i made it here on time, and hopefully everything goes up from here

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 6, Windy Day / "Come closer, I can't hear-ahhh too close, too close!"

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November. Wind warning month.

70 km, 80km, 90km, all usual speeds that you could expect on days like these. Days when the trees would shake, their branches littering the roadways.

Days when it was hopeless to go outside with a good hairstyle.

Days when you had to say your mournful goodbyes to your trash can.

Days where said trash can should be in your garage lest it end up 3 blocks away.

It was only 9am. Vio had just barely managed to boil the water for tea before the power went out. A scream was heard from upstairs, soon after Green came running downstairs with a towel draped around his waist. He stared at Vio, Vio looking him up and down. "Water. cold. power out?" he choked out. "yep." Vio said, sipping his tea. "fuck." Green spat, trudging back upstairs. --- 30 minutes later Blue came home.

"Garage closed early. Can't run computer diagnostics or car lifts without power." he grumbled, internally praying to hylia that this was paid time off.

Vio nodded, going back to his reading. "Picked Red up too, apparently the bakery had to close since the water there shut off too." Blue added.

"do you know what caused this?" Vio asked. Blue kicked his shoes off, closing the door hard once Red got inside. "few blocks down a tree fell on some power lines. They shut off the town's power so it doesn't kill anybody."

Red looked deflated as he came in. "the baggutes are going to overproof." he said, defeated.

Vio hid his chuckle behind his mug.

The last one to come home was Shadow, two hours later. "big day for oil lamps today," he said as he slammed the door tight, sweeping up the leaves that blew in with his foot. "also big day for cash tips." he added, shoving a few dollars into the communal change jar. "surprised it took that long for the thrift store to close." Vio commented. Shadow glared at his partner. "it closed an hour and a half ago. The busses are down because of the roads. I had to walk." he said, disgruntled.

---

Cereal for lunch. Cereal for dinner. By 5pm all of Vio, Shadow, and Red's mood candles were methodically spread out across the house. Though, it wasn't enough.

The entire house was almost pitch black. The wind outside was loud. Too loud. Too many scary sounds echoed off the walls. Crashes and whooshes and whistles. Red could not sleep.

Red crept downstairs, clutching a spare blanket tightly as he tried not to think about the scary sounds outside.

He knew Blue was sleeping on the couch, his bedroom window having been hit by a branch and shattering it. Red knew Blue was somewhere in the living room. The problem was that Red couldn't see his s way around the living room. "Blue?" Red called out, looking out for his beloved. Red turned a corner, his hands out tracking along the wall so he didn't run into it.

Faintly, he heard Blue's voice. The winds drowned him out. --- Blue was awake, having been pumped full of adrenaline from his window smashing. Faintly, he heard somebody. A blurry silhouette danced across the far wall, muttering a word that sounded somewhat of his name.

The silhouette walked in front of a candle, revealing its shape.

Short, blanketed, rounded but pointed ears, pudgy. "Red?" Blue called, the figure turned to him and made a few sounds. "Red? Come closer, I can't hear you-" Blue called, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Red ran towards him, hopping on the couch and knocking some of the wind out of Blue. "augh- Red- too close-" Blue choked out. Red just snuggled in, pulling both of their blankets over them. Blue shifted, settling his heavy partner on his chest. Red was warm in the cold house, the perfect blanket. Blue's heartbeat drowned out the scary outside noises. It only took a couple moments for the two to fall asleep right where they were on the couch.

--- The power came back on sometime in the early hours of the morning. Vio came downstairs for his morning cup of tea to see Blue and Red still asleep on the couch.

[sloaaaa]

Side order first impressions!!

THIS. GAME. IS. GORGEOUUUSSSS AAAHHAGHAHH OH MY FUCKINGNGNHNHNGN CODDDD 10/10 GAVE MYSELF A HEADACHE BINGING IT THE ENTIRE DAY 9AM TO 11PM

ahem. very first thing i noticed was the bg elements being in sync w the music on ohhhohgh my holy fuck whatever nintendo is doing w microdosing their games w some rhythm game elements it is fucken wORKING.

i noticed the ink is shimmery like it was in splat2's finalfest ink, and also when you walk/swim in it it sounds like sand??? i Did not like that bc of The Phantom Textures it gave me at first but it's a really cool concept!!!

ok from here or there r gonna be SPOILERS going from light to heavy bc i finished this thing on like my fourth run(???? genuinely didn't think i would finish it so fast, i was really hoping to savour it better but the hyperfixation really locked in 😭😭😭) so um yeah SPOILER WARNING don't say i didn't warn u :p

ok first off, acht. UGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I LOVE HOW ANIMATED ALL THE CUTSCENES ARE HRRRNGNNGRH. AND THE MUSIC?? OF THE TUTORIAL BOSS????? IS SO FUCKING COOL HELLO???? I DID NOT EXPECT TO SEE MARINA SO SOON, WHY DID NINTENDO FRAME HER DISAPPEARANCE LIKE THAT 💥💥💥💥💥💥

also aGENT 4 MENTIONN!!!!! i'm kind of really sad that the intensifying_harmony(? i forgor the name) boss fight didn't at least have a Trace, a Hint, a Crumb that it was agent 4 somewhere in there. i thought that bc we were given agent 4's palette so early that she was gonna at least have sOME part in side order but no 😭😭

speaking of side bosses the very first time i encountered the layered rotating one i was like. genuinely scared when the ambience when out as i rode the cage to the stage n then the music just blasted 😭😭 but i think its gotta be my fav bos fight of the three :] i'm particularly fond of its soundeffects n such! idk what it is abt them but they're like a safe horror to me if that makes sense hshfkf

and the final boss,, ohhhhohggh myhccod that was the most cathartic boss fight ever. again with the rhythm elements it makes everything so satisfying!! AND THE PART WHERE YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO TAP TO THE RHYTHM. I SCREAMED. OTH FEAT DEDF1SH. AAAUGAHAUAGH ACHT AND MARINA DJING TOGETHER, ACHT'S GAYASS PIERCINGS. N THEIR SINGING VOICE IS SO PRETTY FUUUUCKCJHCHCGCH

n then after that, the 30f boss u fight after having completed the spire once already,, I LOVE THE MUSIC THAT PLAYS THERE SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭 and smollusk,, what the fuck is up with that guy (lovingly)

aHAHCH I AM SO EXCITED TO PLAY SOME MORE WTF but also i burned myself out way too quick by playing for so long nonstop jshdkjfl