#and he is so shaken from that point on he's just super unusually quiet and everyone's wondering what tf is up w him

[chmydarling]

aight, hear me out-

[one-boring-person]

You Look Nervous.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (very much implied) .

Requested by @theeblueehazee : "I have a request if you're still taking them? It's another David request because I'm vampire trash basically lol maybe a story about David really liking or evening the reader, and he wants her to meet the guys. But he's super scared of them embarrassing him in front of her or afraid that they'll scare her, period, because she's a nice but really shy person? So David makes the boys swear to be on their best behaviour but Paul and Marko don't know the meaning of it lol I just love your stories!❤❤

A/N: I'm glad you like my stories! That really makes my day 😅💛 and thank you for requesting! I hope this works for what you had in mind❤

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"Stop picking."

I look up at the blonde biker as he reaches a gloved hand over, taking mine in his as he tries to pull my fingers from my sleeves, smiling slightly as he gives me a reassuring look, though there's something off about his behaviour. As usual, he stands leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette between his lips as he watches the crowd, but his demeanor seems tense, his eyes flicking over the writhing hoard of people almost nervously, neck muscles taut as he cranes his head around, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Sorry." I reply quietly, casting a look over his posture again, my brow wrinkling in confusion.

Noticing my gaze, David fixes his piercing eyes on me, cocking his head a bit as he exhales a breath of smoke, eyebrows drawing together curiously.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you look kinda nervous." I inform him, biting my lip as I turn my gaze away from him, worried that I've brought up something I shouldn't have, my free hand instinctually lifting to my face, where I start to chew on my fingernails, trying not to wince when I accidentally catch one of the already bitten-down ones.

"I do? How come?" The platinum blonde queries, visibly adjusting himself, though this only proves my theory.

I go to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of loud motorcycle engines revving to my right, the blonde to my left tensing again, his jaw clenching barely noticeably as he catches sight of the riders, my own gaze turning to the newcomers. Upon seeing them, my eyes widen, weight shifting inadvertently onto the balls of my feet, as if ready to up and leave.

The closest is a tall, tanned brunette with dark eyes, his expression seemingly neutral as he makes eye contact with me, barely reacting to my presence at all, his quietness as well as the fact he is shirtless beneath his leather jacket slightly unnerving me despite the very brief flash of a smile he sends my way. Just behind him is a shorter blonde with curly hair, a broad smirk plastered across his face as he catches sight of me, his doe eyes boring into me with a mischievous glint, eyebrows raised at my presence. As if mimicking me, he lifts a thumb to his mouth, where he starts biting at it, keeping eye contact the entire time, even as he leans back to speak to the last of them. This one is a lanky Twisted Sister lookalike, his dishevelled hair and choice of attire leading me to think this, though my mind briefly short-circuits when I notice him blatantly raking his eyes over my form, the action drawing a deep blush to my cheeks as I shift again, pulling the sleeves of my jacket over my hands in slight discomfort. Seeing this, David moves so he is standing closer to me, gently pressing his chest against my back reassuringly, his hand at my hip protectively. Looking up into his face, I realise he is carrying an odd expression, as if warning the others of something.

"Damn, who brought the eye candy?" The Twisted Sister lookalike remarks in way of greeting, winking suggestively at me as he dismounts from his bike, lip between his teeth, "I'm Paul, by the way."

Swallowing, I try to fight the rising blush again, leaning back against David as much as possible for support, the solidness of his chest behind me reassuring me a little.

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you." I make the mistake of offering him my hand to shake, surprised when the other, smaller blonde skips in ahead of Paul, scooping my hand up and lifting it to his lips, which he then uses to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. Shocked, I withdraw my hand quickly, the action far too intimate to have come from a complete stranger. Behind me, I feel David's chest vibrate as he lets out a cautionary growl of sorts, both of the other blondes giggling at this.

"I'm Marko." The short one informs me, taking my hand in his again as he uses it to pull me forwards slightly, Paul quickly slinging an arm around my shoulders as I'm helplessly dragged in towards them. I stiffen as I feel Paul nuzzle at my neck, the blonde deliberately sniffing at me, his breath hot against the skin there, though I don't feel it long, my instincts kicking in as I pull away again, accidentally knocking into Marko, who steadies me against his chest, drawing a surprised squeak from me as he smirks down at me.

"She smells great, where'd you find her?" Paul comments to David, whose jaw is clenched, his muscles rigid as he watches this exchange, reaching out to gently pull me back to him, wrapping an arm around my waist again, fingers pressing into me slightly in anger.

"Aww, come on! We won't bite..." Marko teases, bursting into a fit of giggles with Paul at some inside joke until their companion gives the latter a clip round the ear.

"Hey! I didn't make the joke!" He protests, rubbing his head a bit, clearly a bit disgruntled after this, though his friend can barely control himself.

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve it." The brunette points out, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the other two before turning back to me, "I'm Dwayne. It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/n), we've heard a lot about you."

"Y-You have?" I manage, still a little shaken after my encounter with the Terrible Two, surprised that they've heard about me at all: David doesn't seem like the type to share his feelings, seeing as he's barely told me anything about himself anyway.

"Oh yeah, we've heard all sorts." Marko butts in again, lifting an eyebrow at me as I feel my eyes widen.

"Yeah, David won't shut up about you." Paul chimes in, smirking at the platinum blonde behind me, who quickly tells him to shut up, though using much more colourful language to convey his point.

"L-like what?" Internally, I curse myself for stuttering again, knowing it's not helping my case at all.

Paul goes to respond, a smirk already pasted onto his face, only to be cut off by Dwayne.

"Nothing bad, don't worry." He confirms, looking over my head at David, who appears to send his friend a grateful glance, his icy blue eyes clouded with annoyance at the other two.

"Except that you're a bit quiet which I now see is totally true." Paul butts in again, chuckling and reaching over to tilt my head his way with one finger, admiring the deep red tinge of my cheeks, "You don't have to be. In fact, we know the perfect way to get you more...vocal."

At the insinuation behind his words, I flinch away from him, looking down as Marko and Paul erupt into fits of laughter, the two of them high-fiving each other triumphantly. A sharp crack and a grunt of pain informs me that Dwayne has once again delivered a whack around the back of each of their heads.

"Just shut up, will you? Show some respect." Dwayne scolds them, brow furrowed in irritation.

"Come on, (Y/n), let's go get some food." David finally says, having stayed quiet almost the entire time, except for the noises of anger that he let out every now and then, body becoming tenser and tenser behind me.

"Ok, sure." I agree, going to turn away from the others with a thankful smile at Dwayne, who seems the most controlled of all of them.

"Enjoy your bite to eat! Make sure you get something you can really sink your fangs into!" Marko calls after us, his laughter cut short by a screech of pain, Dwayne having finally stepped in, dragging the two troublemakers off by their ears. Beside me, David visibly stiffens, eyes closing momentarily, though I could've sworn I saw them flash yellow a second ago, the platinum blonde doing his best to remain calm as he directs me someplace else, clearly eager to get away from the others.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I wanted you to meet my friends tonight, but I didn't realise they'd behave so badly around you, though I guess I really should've seen it coming." David apologises, taking my hand in his as we walk, giving me a guilty look, "They're good friends when they're not being so inappropriate."

"It's fine, though I think they'll take some getting used to." I reassure him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I guess. That doesn't excuse their behaviour, though." He responds, frowning again, "I'm sorry, I should've warned you."

"About them being so physical, maybe, but not about them being typical friends. I'm sure I'll come to like them in time." I say to him, carefully coming to a halt beside the rear of one of the food stalls lining the Boardwalk, having figured something out, "That's what you were nervous about, wasn't it?"

"Hm? I wasn't nervous." David scoffs, smirking at me.

"You were! You were worried about how I'd react to your friends, weren't you?" I prompt him, crossing my arms over my chest with an unusual confidence I don't often feel.

"Of course I wasn't!" The blonde goes to argue, only to catch sight of my expression, rolling his eyes in defeat, "Fine, I was a bit concerned about how they'd act, and then about what you would think of them, but not a lot!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I tease, squeaking when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall behind me, his muscular body pressing into mine as he leans in close.

"Say that again, (Y/n)." He growls into my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver in anticipation as his breath fans hotly across my skin.

"Keep telling yourself-" I try to repeat myself, only to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure when he starts kissing at my neck, mouthing at my sweet spot as my hands snake around into his hair, his own gripping my waist, pulling my hips into his.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" David purrs against my jaw as he licks a stripe up the column of my neck, before he presses his lips against mine, deepening the kiss as soon as I reciprocate, knowing I won't be able to reply now, smirking against my lips in triumph.

What I didn't know (and wouldn't know until much later) is that he had made the boys swear to behave, only to feel a surge of possessiveness come over him when he sees Marko and Paul completely disregard their promises, now feeling the need to make it well known who I belong to, even if that means risking my dignity in public.

[autisticfangpyreclub]

Gold stained hands, red stained teeth - chapter 2

slight emetophobia warning for this chapter, though nothing graphic and the thing that could trigger it is mentioned very briefly.

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“Cole, calm down!” Kai struggled to restrain a panicked Cole from lunging with his wooden stake. “He’s not going to hurt us!”

“That’s just what he wants you to think!” Cole yelled at him, frantically trying to break free from Kai’s grasp. “Nya, get away from him!”

Nya stood protectively in front of Lloyd, who clutched onto her arm like a child afraid of getting separated from their parent. Zane pushed Cole back, and yanked the stake out of his hand. “Cole, stop it!” he shouted, “you're scaring him!”

“I’m scaring him?!” Cole gestured violently towards Lloyd, “he was literally dead before I passed out!”

Lloyd whimpered. He let go of Nya’s arm and timidly approached Cole, who drew back in fear. “I… I promise I’m not going to hurt you,” he stuttered, “I’ve never bitten anyone, I swear!”

Cole tried to reach for the stake again, but Nya kicked it under the cabinet. “Don’t even think about it,” she said coldly, jabbing a finger at Cole’s chest.

Cole sputtered, looking around at everyone giving him similarly hostile looks. “B-But, he’s a vampire!”

“Yeah, but he’s like a chill, nice vampire,” Jay said, “and he’s super polite, seriously, you should’ve heard how many times he said ‘please’ after he woke up.”

“Do… I really say it that often?” Lloyd asked, blushing.

“Yup, at least a dozen times.”

Cole threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, let’s say I believe you, just what are we supposed to do now?!”

“Well, uh…” Kai looked down sheepishly, “I was kinda thinking we could bring him back to the dorm-“

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Cole shot back. He sighed, and nervously glanced over at Lloyd, who was fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “And not just because he’s a vampire, but also because I don’t feel like explaining to our supervisor why we have a teenager squatting in our dorm.”

Kai shook his head. “That’s exactly why he needs to come with us! We can’t just leave a fifteen year old here all alone!”

“Hey! I’m sixteen!” Lloyd said with a pout, “six hundred and sixteen, actually!”

Nya laughed, and ruffled Lloyd’s hair. “Sixteen or six hundred, you don’t wanna be all by yourself, right?”

“Well, no…”

“Then it’s settled!” Zane said cheerfully, clapping his hands together, “you can come stay with us!”

“What?!” Cole gaped at him, bewildered at the sudden turn of events. “I didn’t agree to this-“

Zane took Lloyd’s hand and led him towards the door. “I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the couch, it’s a little beat up but-“

“What’s a couch?” Lloyd asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Um… well, it’s like a chair and a bed… combined?” Zane replied, “it’s a little hard to explain.”

“Oh, alright… wait!” Lloyd let go of his hand, and passed a still gawking Cole as he walked towards the wardrobe, “I should get dressed first!”

He swung the wardrobe open, and pulled out a long black cape. “Hm, should I wear this one or… oh!” he noticed the others staring at him, and covered himself with the cape. “If you all don’t mind… do you think you could…?”

Zane nodded. “Take as long as you like dear, we’ll give you some privacy.” They all shuffled out of the room, except for Cole, who had to be dragged out by his shirt collar.

Once the door was shut, Cole didn’t hold back. “Are you all out of your goddamn minds?! He’s a fucking vampire! What the hell are you thinking?!”

“Vampire or not, he is still an adolescent who has clearly experienced severe trauma,” Zane said, “I’m having trouble accepting the reality of vampires myself-“

“And that I was right?” Jay said smugly.

Zane rolled his eyes. “This doesn’t mean I suddenly believe ghosts exist.”

“WHAT?! But I was right about vampires!”

“Vampires I’m sure have a clear biological explanation, I still cannot think of anything that scientifically explains the existence of ghosts-“

“Let’s not get into this again, okay?” Nya cut them off, “Cole, I know you're scared, but Lloyd is more scared of you then you are of him. So please, just… give him a chance, alright?”

Cole was about to retort, but instead just grit his teeth and exhaled sharply. “...fine. But if he sucks out all my blood in the middle of the night, I’m blaming you guys.”

“Deal.”

The door creaked open, and Lloyd stepped out. He was dressed in a green coat with golden accents, and had the black cape draped over his shoulders. He had changed out of his stained white shirt into a black button up that was lined with frilly lace, and he had a green bow tied around his neck. “I’m all ready, how do I look?” he asked, adjusting his bow to sit over his collar.

“You look so pretty!” Nya cheered, “loving that cape, way to bring it back in style.”

“Thank you!” he twirled his cape, “but… I’m sensing I might look a bit… unusual in this time period, if the strange attire you're wearing are anything to go by…”

Kai waved his hand nonchalantly. “It’ll be fine, if it’s really an issue I have plenty of clothes you can wear. You like green right?”

“I love green!” Lloyd said excitedly, rocking back and forth on the spot. “It’s my favourite colour after gold, although I also like black…”

“Wait, speaking of which, how are we supposed to sneak you out of here?” Jay asked, eyeing Lloyd’s flashy outfit, “you do stick out quite a bit… and it’ll look suspicious if we leave with one more person than we came in with.”

Lloyd thought for a moment, then his face brightened with an idea.

-

“You okay in there little buddy?”

Lloyd peeked his head out of Kai’s pocket. He gave a high-pitched squeak as a reply, which Kai assumed meant yes. Kai gave him a thumbs up. “Don’t come out until I give the all clear all right?”

Lloyd nodded and nuzzled back inside his pocket. He yawned, and covered himself with his wings. It was hard to believe he was still tired, after technically being ‘asleep’ for six hundred years.

The ride in Kai’s pocket was a bumpy one. Lloyd tried not to let out a squeak every time he was shaken around, but it was getting harder as Kai quickened his pace. He felt like he was about to vomit up the expired blood he had drunk earlier all over Kai’s pants.

At last the ride came to a stop when Kai sat down. “Alright, we’re in the car, you can come out.”

Lloyd flitted out of Kai’s pocket and transformed back into his regular form. He slumped down onto the back seat. Turning from bat to person certainly hadn’t helped his stomach. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat and gazed at his surroundings. “Where am I?”

“This is a car,” Nya replied, “it’s like… a horse drawn carriage, but instead of a horse it’s run by a machine that makes the car move.”

“Like magic?”

Lloyd’s eyes were sparkling, and Nya didn’t have the heart to correct him. “Uh… yeah, like magic!”

“Don’t forget your seatbelt!” Kai said as he reached back and buckled Lloyd in. Lloyd eyed the seatbelt curiously.

“What’s this for?”

“That’s to keep you safe if we get in an accident-which we won’t!” Kai added quickly, “but better safe than sorry.”

They pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the road. It was already getting dark out, which fortunately meant Lloyd didn’t have to worry about the sun. He stared wistfully out the window as they got farther away from the castle. The trees they passed seemed so familiar, and yet so different.

It was night by the time they pulled into the campus lot. Lloyd had fallen asleep during the long journey, so Kai picked him up and carried him into their dorm room. He laid him down onto the couch, and tossed a blanket over him.

“Do you want me to stay until he wakes up?” Nya asked as she waited outside the door.

“I’ve got it, you go get some sleep,” Kai whispered, tucking a pillow under Lloyd’s head.

She nodded, and closed the door. Kai watched Lloyd sleep for a couple minutes, and then went to grab something to eat after realizing that was creepy.  

He pulled a fruit cup out of the mini fridge, and ate it while sitting on the table in silence. Lloyd would probably be hungry when he woke up. Kai didn’t mind letting him have some of his blood, but they would need to think of a better solution for the long term. Maybe he could steal some blood from the hospital… nah, he couldn’t steal to save his life.

The quiet was interrupted by the door bursting open. “Hey Kai, guess what we got!” Jay said as he walked in carrying a mcdonalds bag.

Kai shushed him, and pointed at Lloyd. “Oh, sorry…” Jay whispered, as he laid the bag onto the table. “We got you some fries.”

“Thanks,” Kai grabbed his fries out of the bag, and shoved a couple in his mouth. “Make sure you don’t wake him up, he’s had a rough day,” he said between bites.

“Yeah, I got it,” Jay sat down at his desk, and pulled out his notebook. He wrote down something, and then looked back at Lloyd. “Aren’t vampires nocturnal though? Why’s he asleep?”

Kai shrugged. “No different than one of us taking a nap in the middle of the day, right?”

“True.”

Cole flopped down onto his bed. “Speaking of naps, I’m gonna pass out too pretty soon,” he mumbled, “make sure the vampire doesn’t kill me in my sleep.”

“He has a name, Cole,” Zane said while buttoning up his pyjamas. He climbed up the ladder on their shared bunk bed, and tucked himself in. “We should all get some sleep now, it’s almost past midnight,” he yawned.

Kai also yawned, and nodded his head. “Your right, c’mon Jay.”

Jay didn’t look up from his notebook. “Not yet! I still gotta write down my observations-“

Kai grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him out of his chair. “You can do that tomorrow, let’s get some rest.”

Jay groaned, but didn’t fight back as Kai pushed him into his bed. He tried to keep himself from dozing off, but within a minute he was already out cold.

Kai climbed into his bed on the top bunk. He leaned over the railing to check on Lloyd, who was snoring softly, and had his cape wrapped around him like a blanket. Kai chuckled softly, then laid down and closed his eyes. “G’night guys… night Lloyd…”

-

The doors to the crypt slammed open as a robed figure scurried inside. She threw her umbrella aside, and wrung the water from her cloak. The rain pouring outside had been a setback at first, but given that meant no one was outside to witness a mysterious cloaked lady running through the night, it had turned out in her favour.

The robed figure approached the stone altar that stood in the center of the hollow room. A basin of water illuminated by black candles sat atop it, along with a spell book that she gently caressed with her hands. “Hello, old friend…”

Her servants had already prepared the ritual for her. She could sense them lurking in the shadows around her, watching and waiting for her next move. Time to give them a show.

She opened the book, and read the incantation off the page. The guttural sound echoed through the crypt, inciting excited murmurs from her servants. As she read, a tear in the fabric of reality grew above her. The water turned black, and splashed over the candles, leaving the sickly green light emanating from the portal the only light in the room.

As the final word was spoken, a man fell out of the portal. He landed on the ground in front of her. He grunted, and shakily pushed himself to his feet. His long black hair obscured his vision, but he sneered at the figure in front of him. “Who are you, why have you summoned me here?”

She laughed dryly. “Is that anyway to talk to your queen, Morro?”

Morro swept his hair away from his eyes. His demeanor immediately changed, and he sank to his knees. “My queen… I apologize, I didn’t recognize you-”

“Bow.”

Morro bit his lip, and bowed his head. The preeminent smiled, and leaned down and stroked his cheek. “My dearest follower… i've missed you so,” she whispered, “I have some… unfortunate news, however…”

She yanked him by the hair, and pulled him up to her eye level. “You have failed me, my child,” she hissed.

Sweat rolled down Morro’s forehead. A strangled noise escaped his throat. “My queen… what are you saying-”

The preeminent slapped him across the face, then threw him to the floor. She watched him struggle to get up, and her calm smile returned. “Do you remember the Garmadon family?” she said sweetly.

Morro gasped in pain. “Y-Yes… I killed all of them, I personally staked each of their hearts… but Wu, that wasn’t my fault, I died searching for him-”

He cried out as the preeminent slapped him again. “Do not talk back to me!” she snapped, “I’m not talking about him… I’m talking about Lloyd.”

“The… the boy?” Morro touched his cheek, wincing at the stinging sensation spreading across his face.

“He’s alive,” the preeminent snarled, “you lied to me.”

“No, I didn’t!” he shouted, “I swear, I watched him die, I couldn’t find the body but-”

She circled him like a hawk, glaring daggers into him. “So you didn’t burn him, or make sure there was no way anyone could resurrect him, hmm?”

Morro clutched his shirt in his hands. “No… no that's impossible, you can’t possibly mean…”

Hushed whispers came from the servants intently watching the confrontation from the sidelines. Morro breathed heavily, holding his head in his hands. “No, no… who… who did it?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out,” she crooned. She held out a hand for Morro, who looked at it nervously before allowing her to help him up. “My dear child… go finish what you started so long ago…”

She ran her fingers through his hair. He curled his hand into a fist, and leaned into her touch. “I will, my queen… I’ll kill him… and I’ll make sure he’ll never come back again.”

“Good…” the preeminent stepped away, and turned towards the exit. She beckoned towards the shadows. A servant ran out, and handed her umbrella to her.

“Wrayth here will show you to the armoury,” she said, as she stepped out into the rain. “And as for the rest of you,” she addressed the other servants waiting patiently in the dark, “follow Morro’s orders, he is in charge while I’m away.”

And with that, she slammed the door behind her. Morro stood in silence, feeling uncomfortable with the eyes of the servants now on him. He was their leader now, as he had been centuries ago. He checked his pulse, and shivered when he realized he didn’t have one.

“I’m still dead…”

The servant, the one she had called ‘Wrayth,’ handed him a silver blade. “Our queen told me that this was yours, Morro.”

Morro stared down at the small dagger. It was indeed the same blade he had wielded when he attacked the Garmadon’s, he could still see traces of golden blood flecked on its surface. What it lacked in size, it made up for in its effect against vampires.

Morro narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t wait to stab this blade through that vampire brats heart.

-

“Kai!”

Kai sat up stiff straight in bed at the sound of Lloyd’s scream. He practically jumped down the ladder, and rushed over to him. “What happened?!” he asked, sitting down next to him on the couch.

Lloyd’s breathing was fast and strained. He was shaking, and tears were forming in his eyes. “I-I… they were chasing me… I… I couldn’t get away…”

“It’s okay, it was just a bad dream,” Kai whispered softly to him, “it wasn’t real-“

“IT WAS REAL!” Lloyd suddenly shouted, startling Kai. “I watched my parents die, and all I could do was run away! I watched them burn them, I watched him stake them, and all I could do was… just stand there…”

He sobbed into his hands. Kai put a hand on his back, but Lloyd pushed him away. “Lloyd-“

“You should just kill me!” Lloyd cried, his lip trembling, “I’m useless! I’m just a useless monster who can’t help anyone… not even my own mother and father…”

Kai grabbed Lloyd by the shoulders, and turned him to face him. “Don’t you dare think that!” he said firmly, “you aren’t useless! None of what happened was your fault, you're just a kid.”

Lloyd held back a gross sob and looked down. “But… I’m a vampire, I’m supposed to be strong…”

“No one can be strong all the time, not even vampires.”

Kai pulled him into a tight hug. Lloyd squeaked in surprise, but then squeezed him back just as tight. “Thank you… I don’t understand why you're being so kind to me-“

“Hey, what’s with all the noise?” Jay grunted. His eyes widened when he noticed the tears running down Lloyd’s face. “Shit, you okay Lloyd?”

“I’m fine,” Lloyd said quickly, wiping his eyes, “don’t worry about me.”

“Let me get you some water,” Kai stood up, and headed towards the kitchen, “uh, if you drink water that is…?”

“I do, water sounds nice…” Lloyd laid back down onto the couch, and sighed. “I don’t want to fall back asleep… but I’m still tired…”

“Well, I know what I like to do while I’m trying to fall asleep,” Jay pulled out his phone, and googled ‘funny cat compilation.’ He held out his phone for Lloyd to see. “I just watch cat videos!”

Lloyd gazed at the screen in awe. “How is that… little box doing that? How did those cats get inside?!”

“It’s a video, those aren’t real cats, well, they are but… it’s really confusing to explain…” Jay trailed off.

Kai watched them from the kitchen. Lloyd seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, laughing and smiling freely and unguarded. Kai wanted to protect that smile.

He brought the glass of water over, and set it down onto the table. Lloyd reminded him of Nya when she was young. She had always tried to act strong, but Kai knew it was just to hide how lost and helpless she felt. They had lost their parents too. If anyone knew how Lloyd must’ve felt, it was them.

In that moment, Kai decided he would watch out for Lloyd from then on. He needed someone to keep him safe, and although Kai was only human, he’d walk to the ends of the earth to do so.

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The Crying Girl - Makoto Tachibana x Ghost!Reader (AU) 🍂PART I🍂

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Summary: Makoto Tachibana, a newly appointed school teacher moves into a small house on the outskirts of a quaint little town, the rent was unusually low and it's location was close to where he'd started teaching, it seemed almost too good to be true.

But when he starts hearing the sounds of a woman crying coming from his bathroom after two weeks of living in the house, strange and spooky encounters begin to develop.

Word count: 1.2K

Warning(s): Drunk driving, car accidents, injuries, blood, mentions of death.

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Makoto Tachibana liked his new home, it was small, cozy, the neighbors were nice, the rent was low and the sidewalk outside of his new place had a gorgeous avenue stretching for a good few miles into the small town where he was now working, the autumn leaves of red, orange and yellow littered the sidewalk and main road, a sight that often brought a smile to the green eyed man's face whenever he glanced out the front window of his terraced house.

The house itself was old, it came with many creaks in the old wooden floorboards and rattlings of old pipes, which admittedly sometimes left Makoto slightly shaken. He'd long since outgrown his irrational fear of the paranormal, so he told himself anyway. 

Living alone in an old house was a true test of his courage and so far he'd been doing well. That was until one evening on the 20th of September. Makoto had been checking over his students' homework, grading essays and leaving feedback in the many copy books when he heard, what at first sounded like a howling wind seeping in from an open window coming from the upstairs bathroom, but after trying his very best to think rationally and ignore the noise for a solid 10 minutes he realized he'd closed that particular window hours ago and the noise… definitely didn't sound like the wind.

He could feel his heartbeat speeding up and his mind began to run over possible scenarios. Had someone broken in? No that couldn't be it… An animal maybe? No, he didn't know any animals known to make those kinds of noises.

It sounded like crying. A woman crying.

And just like the ever so talked about cat, curiosity got the best of the tall high school teacher as he stood up from his seat at the kitchen table, abandoning the copybooks that still needed grading. He ran a hand through his olive coloured hair and sucked in a deep breath and started walking slowly towards the stairs.

The bathroom door stood daunting at the top of the stairs, it was the first room you'd be met with on your accent up the stairs and in the moment, Makoto wished it wasn't.

With a shaky hand the young man, gripped the round door handle and twisted it, using his foot to push the door ajar, his vision of the room still mostly obscured, bracing himself for whatever would jump out at him. After a nerve-racking 10 seconds, nothing changed but the noises got clearer. It was definitely a woman, a crying woman at that.

Quiet, pained sobs floated from the slightly open wooden door, his heart tightened at the sounds of it, he'd always hated hearing anyone in pain, even if it was an intruder in his bathroom.

When he had built up the courage to finally peek into the room, the crying stopped and a soft voice replaced it, sounding desperate, scared even.

"...Help me… please...you said you'd help me...please…it hurts." And again the crying resumed.

The boy took one final deep breath and opened the door fully. He couldn't stop the gasp that left his mouth upon seeing her.

A woman, his same age, lying in his bathtub, cuts and bruises littered her face, the girl clutched her stomach and blood seeped through the gaps in her manicured fingers.

"...what took you so long… please… it hurts…" Her voice was airy, almost distant and as Makoto observed her he'd noticed, she was sickeningly pale and her eyes when she looked at him, they were full of fear but their colour was something colder than the normal human eye.

Rushing to the tub, Makoto knelled by the girl, he'd need to get her to a hospital. "How did you get in here? What happened to you?" He'd asked the girl, moving his hands into the tub, making a move to grab her, but when he made contact with her tattered shirt he'd been met with a feeling of something much, much colder than ice.

"The man… the man who hit me on the road… he brought me here… he said he was getting help… I've been… it hurts… are you help?" In a state of pure confusion Makoto nodded his head gently and lifted the girls bloody hand from her bleeding stomach, he examined the wound and shivered at the sight, it looked like she'd gotten a shard of glass lodged in her abdomen.

Fighting the urge to throw up, he gave the girls hand a squeeze, she was crying in pain and Makoto feared he'd made it worse. 

"What's your name?" He asked her gently, her freezing cold hand gripping his for dear life, he could've sworn he felt her same fear wash over him but he shook the feeling off, he'd think about it later, after he got her some help.

"It's (Y/n) (L/n)... What's yours?" (Y/n) responded weakly, her eyes dropping tiredly as her cries began to get quite. Makoto panicked.

"My name's Makoto, just hold on ok, (Y/n) I'm gonna get you help, hold on please." He begged the girl, getting up off the bathroom floor and rushing towards the door.

Before he could leave he moved his head to spare the crying girl a reassuring smile, but all he was met with when he turned around was absolutely nothing.

Just a simple and clean bathtub. No blood. No crying. No (Y/n).

Makoto felt his heart drop, this couldn't be happening, what he just saw, what he just felt, it was real it had to have been.

"(Y/n)?" He questioned the empty bathroom he was standing in, and of course he got no response.

The boy slowly shut the bathroom door and walked down the stairs, eyes wide as he made it back to his patiently waiting copy books, but once her reached the kitchen he didn't sit down. No, he ran to the kitchen sink, hunched over and released into it the contents of his stomach.

He was terrified to say the least.

Walking back to the kitchen table after wiping his mouth, he sat down and with his still shaky hands grabbed his laptop and opened up a search bar.

He was sure his heart was about to break out of the confines of his rib cage as he typed what he was looking for.

"(Y/n) (L/n)"

His stomach churned at the very first search result to pop into his screen, "24 Year Old (Y/n) (L/n) Killed In Road Accident Turned Abduction." Swallowing his fear and ignoring the fact that he was sure to be as pale as the woman in his bathroom was, he clicked on the link and started reading.

"The young woman was struck by a car on her way home from a party she'd been attending at a friend's house on the evening of the 20th of September, 2017. The woman was struck by a drunk driver while she was walking on the sidewalk, the man had swerved onto the pathway, critically injuring Ms. (L/n). 

The man brought the victim to his home where she was later found dead. Autopsy showed that her cause of death had been excessive bleeding due to a shard of glass from the windshield of the car she'd been struck by. The drunk driver who chose to remain anonymous is now facing a sentence of life in prison."

Makoto at that point then knew only one thing for sure, he most definitely would not be sleeping tonight.

[for-my-life-still-ahead-pity-me]

A Bit of Sunshine (Gardner Langway x Reader) (pt. 3)

Summary: While a new arrival on the end of Gardner’s postal route starts to stir-up his schedule, he becomes a comforting constant in theirs.

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Warnings: Like, one swear

Word Count: 3238

A/N: Let’s make this a nice even 4 parts, ‘cause apparently the muse struck me!

“I knew it!” proclaimed Laura.

With a groan, you hid your face in your hands and slouched down in the deck chair. It was Monday morning, and you’d opted to have coffee with Laura on the front porch. The air wasn’t too hot, the breeze was pleasant, and it was nice to see the world a little sleepy, before the hustle and bustle began. But, suddenly, you were regretting your decision. Still a little too tired, you’d admitted to Laura that, perhaps, you had a thing for Gardner. Looking elated and a little smug, she nearly rocketed out of her chair, coffee sloshing over the edge of her mug.

“If you lord this over me…” you muttered tiredly.

“Would I be your best friend if I didn’t?” Laura laughed. She twisted around in her seat and pulled her legs up as best she could. You snorted a laugh and hid a mumbled retort into your own mug.  “I mean, I totally called it, didn’t I? That you’d want to take a chance on the hot mailman?” Your mouth popped open and she threw a conceding hand up. “Mail carrier, I know. It’s cute you’re already defending him.”

With a sigh, you set your coffee aside on the small, metal table situated between yourself and Laura. “Look…”

“Oh, no, no, no!” Laura interrupted. She sat forward and fixed you with a look. “You are not worming your way out of this one. You’re not about to tell me that you’re gonna do nothing about this. He’s cute. You’re cute. Clearly he likes you, he invited you over to look at his prized stamp collection. Like, who does that unless they’re into someone? ‘Cause you’re risking embarrassment if that person thinks it’s weird or strange.”

“It’s… actually an impressive collection,” you admitted. Laura fixed you a look from over her mug and you decided to elaborate. “He’s got stamps from, like, 1885, and—”

“See!? You’re into the fact he collects stamps! Stamps!”

You groaned and slipped down in your seat. It wasn’t a comfortable seating position, but it felt right for the amount of dismay that you were feeling. “If you make me regret telling you any of this, I’m moving out.”

Laura snorted. “Yeah, right. And miss me? And your cute mailman?” The teasing tone was back, accompanied by a cheeky grin. Your fingers twitched with the urge to flip her off, but you decided against it. Instead, you drummed your fingers against your thigh.

“He is cute,” you murmured to yourself. With a quiet groan, you rubbed your hands over your face and pressed your fingers against your eye-sockets. He was cute, he really was; and you were starting to think that you liked him more than you initially realized. Laura twisted around in her seat, turning her back to the street so she faced you better.

“Look. In all the time I’ve lived here, he didn’t talk to me, he barely even said ‘hi.’ I didn’t know his name and certainly didn’t know that he liked to collect stamps. I never saw him smile, not once. He never stayed to chat. Then you move in and suddenly he’s smiling, talking, and inviting you over to his boat-house to look at his stamp collection. Clearly you mean something to him. And he clearly means something to you, you can’t stop smiling once he’s come around. I say go for it––you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

With a thoughtful hum, you stared at the fence that separated the edge of your driveway from the thicket of forest on the other side. You grasped hold of and started to twist around the watch that had been gifted to you. You had worn it every day since it had been given to you, quickly becoming a staple in your daily outfits. Every time you checked the time, you smiled thinking about the way Gardner had been so flustered upon giving it to you. It had helped with your time management problem; you were leaving for work on time, not cutting it super close at the end of your lunch breaks… Suddenly, a thrill of panic washed over you. You threw your wrist up to stare at the silver watch face.

“Shit!” you hissed, wrenching yourself out of your chair. “I have to go.” You wouldn’t be late, but you’d be cutting it close; that is, if the morning traffic didn’t muck it all up.

“Aww, you were doing so well!” pouted Laura. You did flip her off this time, as you threw yourself half-way through the front door to grab your shoes. You shoved your feet into your work shoes and grabbed your keys and bag. “Think about asking out the hot mailman!”

“Mail carrier!”

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Thwump. A horseshoe hit the ground in a spray of sand. No points.

“You’ve been coming home late,” mentioned Calvin. He gave Gardner a pointed look––brows quirked, eyes curious––as he took a swig from his beer bottle.

“I guess so,” Gardner replied simply. He shrugged, shoulders rising and falling quickly. “Not by much.”

Calvin scoffed and placed a fist against his hip, which cocked to the side sassily. Even from across the yard, in the dying light of early evening, it was easy to tell that he was displeased.

“You’re always through the front door at five-twenty-nine every day! Now you’re coming back at six. Sometimes six-ten!” He said this the way a disgruntled spouse might when their significant other got home unusually late. Perhaps this was because he always aimed to get dinner done in time for Gardner’s arrival home. And, in the last week, he’d been showing up later, and later, which meant that the food that Calvin had so lovingly prepared got cold.

Gardner lifted a large horseshoe, briefly considered his sights, and gave it a toss.

Ting! Thwump. A point for him.

“I… met a girl,” Gardner admitted.

The air of the situation changed drastically. From that of an interrogation, to that of excited disbelief. Across the yard, Calvin gaped. “No way!”

“It’s true.”

“Where!?” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Did you go to the bar without me?”

“No. I met her work,” he explained with another shrug. One hand migrated into his pocket and the other lifted his beer to his lips.

“She a newbie or something?” Calvin pressed, heaving up a horseshoe. He made a show of trying to line up his sights, squinting one eye shut, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, stance wide.

Gardner shook his head and rocked back on his heels a little. “No, she’s a client. At the end of my mail route.”

Calvin tossed the horseshoe; it whooshed through the air towards the metal rod sticking out of the ground by Gardner’s feet. Ting! Thwump. A point for Calvin, who snapped and pointed at him. “Sly dog. What’s she like?”

The question made Gardner rock back on his heels a second time, his head tilted back to stare up at the sky. It was a rich pale blue, signalling the on-coming night, and the clouds drifting across it were tinged coral pink. “She’s nice. We talk sometimes, she gives me lemonade. Lets me talk, too. Reminds me of the color yellow, kinda like sunshine… She’s a florist––gave me a flower once, after I dropped her mail off.”

“She cute?”

“Yeah.”

Calvin nodded and toed one of the horseshoes. With a shrug of forced nonchalance, he asked, “She hot?” Gardner smiled down at his feet, the tops of his ears flushing with heat. When he glanced back over at Calvin, he was grinning proudly. With the game of horseshoes seemingly forgotten, he jauntily jogged across the yard and took Gardner by the shoulders. He shook him with a brotherly elation. “My maaaaaan!”

Gardner let himself be shaken, his smile widening into a bright, happy grin. “She came over yesterday, I showed her my stamps. She liked them.”

“Sounds like she’s a keeper! When were you gonna tell me you had a girlfriend? ‘Cause, honestly? I’m feeling a little betrayed you didn’t tell me.”

Gardner’s expression sobered a little at the mention of the word ‘girlfriend.’ He shook his head, cleared his throat, and avoided Calvin’s gaze. He instead focused on the string of lights haphazardly looped on the overhang of the back porch.

“She’s not, uh… not my girlfriend. We just talk,” Gardner admitted quietly. He shrugged, then, and took a sip of his beer while Calvin’s hands dropped from his shoulders. Calvin took a step back and placed both hands on his hips, one still clutching his beer.

“Well, do you like her?”

For a quiet moment, Gardner just toed at the grass, pulling some of it up as he did so. When he found a small rock, he started to roll it under the sole of his shoe, working it back into the dirt. The question––and the answer––made his chest feel warm, like it had the first day you’d met and called him ‘your mailman.’ It made an excited thrill tingle in his fingertips and his breath catch in the back of his throat.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

“Well!” Cal pushed his shoulder with a gentle throw of his fist. “You gotta ask her out, man! This could be good for you! A nice girl, a cute, hot girl… one that you like, like actually like. If you ask her out, there’s a whole new world out there for you! You could finally… y’know… Do a bit more than talking.” Cal gave a pointed, cheeky look. When Gardner just blinked at him, Calvin winked and clicked his tongue, like that would make it clearer. It didn’t, and caused Gardner’s brows to furrow. “Get it on!”

A mortified blush rushed to Gardner’s cheeks and his expression scrunched up. He twisted away and ducked his head, a hand rising up to cover his crumpled face. His shoulders hunched and he groaned quietly into his palm. His whole face was hot and his heart had stuttered a bit at the suggestion of the two of you ‘getting it on,’ as Cal had so gently put it.

“Just sayin’! It’s one of the perks of dating! You said she was a florist, so clearly she likes Gardennnnn-ers. Get it? ‘Cause your name is Gardner.” Gardner felt Calvin nudge his shoulder with his fist again; he huffed out another sigh before turning back around, expression neutral.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“So, you seeing her again soon?”

“Probably tomorrow. She’s usually outside by the time I arrive to drop off her mail.”

“Eager––we like that. All we need now is a game plan. So I’m thinking that we invite her to the bar, and––”

“No,” Gardner said with an adamant shake of his head.

“What?” “I said ‘no,’ Cal,” he reiterated. “I just want to see where it goes naturally. No planning, no anything. If something happens, it happens.”

Cal blinked at him, mouth hanging open in partial disbelief. He blew out a puff of air, lips flapping, and shook his head. “If that’s how you wanna play it, man.”

The tone of his voice made it clear that he didn’t think that it was a good idea, a good play. But it felt right to Gardner. Nothing about your relationship thus far had been planned. Not meeting you, not altering his schedule for you, not even buying that watch. It felt right that, if anything more were to come of this, it should arise naturally. With a little smile quirking at the corner of his mouth, Gardner bobbed his head in a small nod.

“Yeah. It is.”

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It rained that Wednesday. It was humid and warm, which was barely rectified by the air conditioning, and left you wanting to move lazily. While you loved a spot of gardening on the drizzliest of afternoons, the distant grumbling of thunder was discouraging. So you’d relegated your afternoon to be spent inside. An array of flowers was splayed across your kitchen table, waiting to be arranged in a royal blue vase. The entire kitchen smelled like fresh-cut greenery. Music played off a staticky radio, tuned in to an oldies station. A pot of water boiled on the stove in preparation for dinner. You were preparing for a quiet evening in, sprawled across your couch in an attempt to forget the heat.

Knock-knock-knock.

You set down your scissors and the flower you’d been trimming, and strode towards the door. When you pulled it open, none other than Gardner stood on the other side. He was wearing a navy blue rain jacket, which was zipped all the way up to his chin. The hood was up, though his face was wet, which proved it hadn’t done its job. His brows were pinched together and his lips were frowning.

“Your mailbox is broken.”

Sure enough, just over his shoulder, you could see your poor mailbox. The post was nearly snapped in half and the box itself was dented.

“Oh, yeah––the house across the street’s got a teenager learning to drive. They backed out of their driveway and… right into our mailbox.” You shrugged in a ‘what can you do’ kind of way. Then your brows furrowed. “Do we have to report that to the post office? Like, if we’re replacing it, do we have to call you guys?”

“No. Your mailbox is part of your private property, so it’s yours to do with as you see fit,” Gardner informed. He then rooted around in his––drenched––post bag and removed your mail and offered it to you. It was perfectly dry. You took it with your usual friendly smile and then nodded vaguely at the outdoor world.

“Kinda nasty out today, isn’t it?”

“Only really nasty if it sneaks up on you. I like the smell of the rain on the pavement.”

With a smile, you nodded. “Me too.” There was another grumble of thunder, closer this time, and it drew both of your attention to the charcoal grey clouds. “Do you, uh… wanna come inside? Wait for the storm to let up?” All Gardner did was stare at you. You started to tap the stack of envelopes in your hand against your thigh, unnecessarily nervous for his response. That anxiety disappeared with the simple nod that he gave you.

“I can wait here. Thank you,” he replied. You beamed and stepped aside, pulling the door open wider so he could step inside. Once he was over the threshold, you shut the door and he pushed his hood back. “Where should I put my jacket?”

You gestured to a series of hooks just beside the door. Your jacket hung off one, and the other––usually Laura’s––was empty. “Just hang it there; you can kick your shoes beside mine.”

You lingered awkwardly for a moment as he got comfortable. Much like his face, Gardner’s hair was damp, auburn strands plastered to his forehead and temples. His shoes were a little muddy, but the floor had seen worse. Once his empty mailbag was hung over his jacket, you nodded for him to follow you into the kitchen.

“Sorry for the mess; I thought I’d try and arrange some flowers for the living room before I started dinner,” you explained. You made a beeline for the stove, where you started to chuck some pasta into the now boiling water.

“It’s fine.” There was a beat of silence. “Can I help?”

You glanced over your shoulder and found that Gardner had stepped over to the table. He had reached out to touch a yellow dahlia, the largest one you’d grown this season. His fingertips brushed over the petals in a feather-light manner, barely disturbing them as they made their gentle pass. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the gentility of the movement.

“With… dinner or the flowers?”

“The flowers,” he specified. He picked up the dahlia, holding it almost as though it were made of glass. A smile grew across your face, bright and irrepressible. You started to nod.

“Yeah, definitely! Just… do what you think looks good, you can’t really go wrong. If you want to trim any of the stems shorter, go for it; and if you want a different vase, I keep them under the sink.” You nudged the mentioned cabinet door with your toe.

The kitchen then filled with the sound of quiet snipping and clicking as Gardner clipped the stems of different flowers. You tried to focus on making dinner––a very uncreative spaghetti––but you found it difficult. It was hard to focus when Gardner was stood in your kitchen, focused so intently on arranging a bouquet of flowers. Every time you stole a glance over your shoulder, you saw him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. A look of pure concentration that you’d only seen him wear while he delivered mail. It warmed your heart and caused a flutter in your stomach. You wondered if, perhaps, this was how he felt while you poured over his stamp collection. If he felt so enamoured by looking at you admiring what he loved to do; because you certainly did.

By the time you’d pulled the pasta off the stove to dump into a colander, Gardner announced his progress. “Done.”

Pasta forgotten and resting in the sink, you turned to see the finished product. In the same royal blue vase you’d initially chosen was an arrangement of red daisies, at the center of which was the bright yellow dahlia. It was clear that he’d tried to get the daisies to be the same height, though a few of them were a little shorter than the others. The dahlia was clearly meant to be the centerpiece of it all, though it was a bit taller than you would have made it. But, all-in-all, it was a nice arrangement.

“It’s lovely, Gardner,” you told him. You twisted the vase around a couple inches at a time, sprucing it up here-and-there where you could. A gentle, fond smile played on your lips, which you shot to him once you’d finished the minor touch-ups. “It’s very pretty; I’ll have to put it in my room so I see it when I wake up.”

Gardner smiled back at you, the gentlest smile you’d ever seen him give. He was holding a single daisy in his hand, the stem short. It was twirled between his fingers delicately, rolled between his pointer finger and thumb. “You look pretty,” he said. His voice was quiet, sheepish almost. But he was still smiling, and his eyes didn’t stray from yours. You could feel your cheeks heat with a blush, one that you couldn’t hide if you tried. A breathy laugh passed between your lips and you beamed down at your feet. “I like your sundress.” Then he offered the daisy head he’d been holding, his arm stuck out perfectly straight.

You took the flower and held it up to your nose, like it hadn’t come from your garden, and like you hadn’t picked it yourself. You then tucked it behind your ear, fixing the stem in your hair so it wouldn’t slip out. “Thank you.” With a gesture initially tentative, you reached out and brushed some of the damp hair off Gardner’s forehead. When he didn’t flinch away, you let your fingertips comb through the front of his hair a little, smoothing it out. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Tags: @honimello, @someone-get-a-medic, @dearestdeaky, @sincereleygmg, @bohemiandeakyy, @sleepyblossom

[coconutnunnicorn]

FV Pt. One

Flawless Victory Part One

A TodoDeku love story. 

AN

“Um, sorry if this upsets some people, but Katsuki Bakugou will most likely have very very little part in all of is. I have actually decided to just sort of turn him into more of a background character. So if you came here for the mentions of our explosive pomeranian, he isn’t here, sorry.”

Please dont go any further if you dont like surfing, water, open bodies of water, oceans, or themes of that nature. 

@imwithmidoriyaizuku @edwardslostalchemy

Does it Almost Feel Like Nothings Changed

When Izuku had agreed to brunch, he didn’t realize he was agreeing to an interrogation as well, why couldn’t his friends understand, Izuku may just never be ready to actually confront those deeply bruising feelings. It wasn’t like he never wanted to see Shoto again, he just figured if they should ever be forced to meet again it should at least be under actually forced circumstances. “I agree with Uraraka, this isn’t something you can just ignore. I really think this is all overdue honestly, Izuku, don’t you?” Snapping his hardened stare in the blue-haired man’s direction, Midoriya bit down carefully on his tongue. It had in fact been an incredibly long time, almost a little over four years in honesty, but whenever he tried to confront the memory he just couldn’t quite seem to breathe. Pulling nervously at the curls cropping up from under his cap, the man gave the menu in his other hand a once over. Surely they couldn’t be serious, though it wasn’t really in Iida’s nature to make light or jokes of something so serious. 

Shifting his gaze back to the trio around him, Izuku swallowed harshly, from the grave expressions he was greeted with Izuku was certain there was no way they were joking. “I dont think I am ready for something like that just yet.” The choir of groans that greeted him left him shrinking into his seat, and for a moment it felt like secondary schooling all over again. “I just don’t know if I will ever be ready guys.”  Watching the auburn-haired woman nod slowly at his panic left Izuku irritated, how could they not lead with this. “Look, Izuku, we really think you guys should talk it out, he seemed super excited to see you,” Uraraka mentioned carefully to the man, he could tell she was doing her best not to frighten him off. It wasn’t working. 

“Not to mention,” now it was Iida’s turn to, again, try and persuade him, “you guys use to be incredibly close. Dont you miss him?” Snapping his narrowing gaze to the other man, Izuku felt his hands begin to quake once more. They had been shaking ever since it had been made known to him that Shoto was coming, but here in this moment, it had gotten particularly bad.

 “He really misses you,” Tsu had been quietly sitting alongside Izuku, gaze ever fixated upon her own menu. She hadn’t had a lot to say on the matter, and he appreciated that. However, what she did have to contribute had his heart twisting in a way it hadn’t in years. “Look,” he began to respond quietly, slowly laying his menu to rest against the tables gleaming surface, “I’m just not sure I am ready, I just don’t know if I can look at him right now.”

Tsu shifts her gaze away from her menu finally and gives Izuku a hard stare, “We are having a reunion dinner tomorrow, we will all be there to help you, so come, okay?”

Letting the plastic page finally slap against the table, he groaned audibly in defeat, “Okay, fine, you guys win. You’re right, I have to face this because if I don’t face it now things will just get even worse in the future.” Exhaling deeply, Izuku hung his head, how could he ever be ready for this?

-

To say Shoto was excited would be a grand understatement, he practically radiated energy. Tsu had actually offhandedly mentioned that Todoroki could probably power a small building or two with the electricity surging through his nerves, he had hardly noticed. Crammed into a Taxi with his fellow green-haired professional for a rather long drive had given him plenty of time to think about what their reunion would be like. He was unusually chatty, that too got an offhanded comment about how he sounded a lot like Midoriya in school all those years ago when he would ramble. Shoto honestly couldn’t be bothered with such trivial things, he was so close to his goal at this point. 

“What do you mean he said no?” desperation echoed deep in his tone as he eyed Uraraka restlessly, “I have to talk to him, don’t you understand? The longer I wait to do this, the worse things are going to get.” Frustrated he shifted his stare between Iida and the auburn-haired woman. They had arrived a few days prior to he and Asui, promising to talk to Izuku, promising to convince him to meet with Shoto so things could finally be rectified. Yet, when he had arrived the pair had shaken their heads in defeat, Izuku had spent most of the past few days dodging every question or probe the pair sent out. “He simply isn’t ready Shoto,” Iida stated calmly, reaching out to put a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “This is up to Izuku, not you, or me, or any of us. He was deeply hurt, it took a couple of years before we even learned where he was, and even then he made us swear not to talk to you about it. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but you need to give him space, you guys were friends for such a long time.” 

Shoto didn’t want to listen to logic, he wanted his friend back, but the tight grip on his shoulder that kept him in his seat didn’t appear to be easing up in the slightest. Relaxing just a fraction, he took a deep shaking breath, he needed to be patient, he had been patient enough to wait for his friends to reveal to him where Izuku had actually gone. Now, he just needed to be patient enough with Izuku for the man to welcome him, “What if he never wants me back in his life?”

He swallowed painfully against the lump forming in his throat at the red-eyed man’s next words, “Then, that’s just something you’re going to have to respect. If you want to be friends again you have to let him sort his feelings out in his own way.”

-

He was going to go, really, he was, it was just the simple fact that he had grown uncharacteristically cowardly. Where was the boy who blatantly defied authority and regularly threw himself into the fray of chaos to do what was right? Yet here he was, clutching his hands in matching vice grips, to nervous to set foot inside the little restaurant. Just feet away, he could hear the quiet cool tone of a voice that he never could have forgotten. It haunted his dreams, even to this day, and was the exact tone Izuku read the scrap of a letter with.  He was laughing, and it reminded Izuku of a warm summers evening, even without him insight, the green-eyed man knew exactly how those different coloured eyes would light up. It had taken some time, but the first time Shoto had actually deeply laughed had been a moment Izuku would cherish for the rest of his life. It was as if the whole room had taken on a different kind of glow, as if somewhere deep inside the other man a fire had been ignited. He just couldn’t do it. 

  “Izuku,” curious, soft, and absolutely heart wrenching, his head snapped up, orbs widening to dinner plates at the poised gentleman before him. His hair was still the same as it had always been, only now it lay tied up and clipped away from his slender face. “Shoto?” Butterflies threatened to surface with the queasy discomfort at the sudden meeting between the two. “Izuku.” Happier now, Shoto’s voice rang around in his head sending his heart into overdrive. When was the last time someone had said his name in such a fashion?

He couldn’t believe it, there he was, there was the boy now grown man, standing right before him. How could he not be delighted, he had been waiting for this moment for the last couple years, ever since he found out Uraraka knew where the man was hiding out. “I was hoping you would come.” Shoto felt his smile slowly start to fall as Izuku began to take a slow unsure step away from him, “I have so much to tell you.” Reaching out carefully, Todoroki avoided any sudden movements that would startle the clearly unnerved individual. “I don’t believe it.” There it was, that voice that had been absent from his life for far too long, unfortunately, the way it squeaked out into the world left Shoto baffled. “Izuku, I just want to explain-”

Cut off by the sharp shout, Shoto recoiled, “I can’t see you right now!” 

“Izuku come back!” Shouting with concern, he didn’t bother letting the rest of his party know where he was headed before he broke out into a run. He was determined to make this right, even if things didn’t go the way he wanted them to. 

-

Panting heavily, Shoto pressed his palms to his knees, lungs desperately sucking in oxygen before he wailed painfully,  “You fell off the world Izuku, how could I have ever found you!” Lifting his head Shoto gasped nosily, he never remembered Izuku holding such endurance, “Zu, you just vanished, I never thought to come here because you never wanted to talk about this place. Why did you come here?” Hanging his head once more, unable to gaze into those wide startled orbs that had drawn him in all those years ago, “Why did you go to the one place I never thought to check?”

Izuku stood there in the empty street, chest heaving as his lungs screamed for air and his muscles cried out for a rest, that hadn’t been the answer he had been expecting when he had questioned why Shoto hadn’t come sooner. “Uraraka refused to tell me, I found photos of you guys on her computer, and she said you wanted your privacy. Why did you hide from me?” Chewing his lip in frustration, Izuku shifted to turn his back on the other man trying to pretend he didn’t hear the strangled cry begging him not to run away.

“You just left, Shoto, doesn’t that mean anything to you?” Digging his fingers deep into his green curls, he lowered himself into a crouch, curling up on himself almost. Izuku just couldn’t rationalize why Shoto would be looking so hard for him after he had left in such a brisk way. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about Izuku, I left you my information and you never called me. You never came looking for me, and I told you right where to find me.” Shotos’ response was yet another shock to Izukus system. Head swivelling, he nearly fell onto his arse, green eyes wide once more with confusion, then narrowing with anger. 

Shoto had slowly straightened back up, taking slow steady steps towards Izuku, he was tired, he just wanted to move past this obvious misunderstanding. However, as those green windows began to narrow he found himself coming to a halt once more. “You left me a note?” Izukus tone was humorous and didn’t fit his expression at all as he began to rise to his feet. Groaning softly, Shoto reminded himself of what Iida had said, he needed to be patient, he needed to be understanding and be calm. He was just so afraid to lose his best friend again, he was so close, eyes darting down to Izukues hands as the other man dug through his pockets. “Does this look like a note?” 

Now it was Izukus turn to show agitation, waving the scrap of paper before the other mans face, he growled out again, “Does this look like a note, Shoto Todoroki?” He watched a range of emotions cross the half and half man, anger, confusion, understanding, and then a sad sort of humour. What was it that he was understanding that Izuku hadn’t gotten now or then in the moment. “What’s so funny!?” 

“Oh my god,” Shoto felt a whirlwind of discord welling up inside his body, somehow his letter had gotten caught on something, or even perhaps someone had tried to take it from where it was. Whatever had happened, it had caused one of the most painful rifts in his life he had experienced, “Zu, you don’t really believe that is all I really would have left for you. I don’t know what happened but that was only part of my letter.” Reaching out, he pulled the slightly shorter man forcefully into a tight embrace, “Zu, you should have tried to reach me. You shouldn’t have vanished.”

Izuku was at a loss for words as he wound his arms around his friend, squeezing unsurely, it had been a misunderstanding? His brain shifted in an attempt to think more clearly, Izuku tried to rationalize why exactly he would have responded in such a fashion. Why did it seem, if it involved a certain Todoroki, Izuku just couldn’t seem to think clearly. Oh Somewhere in his nearly full cranium, a little voice squeaked out an embarrassing thought. 

At the same time, two singular thoughts travelled between two separate brains, lights slowly flickering on one by one. Oh no.

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What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓            

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

    He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

    After a truly fulfilling  debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

    A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey.  Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

    The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

    Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

    He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

    He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

    The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

    Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

    Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

    Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

    “Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

    Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

    “Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

    “Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

    Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

    “No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

    “Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

    Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

    Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

    Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

    And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted  but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

    Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

    He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

    And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

    Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego's fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn't remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn't make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego's wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of  gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.

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Prompt: Lyrics to Seven Wonders [Valki]

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Loki X Valkyrie

Words: 2800k

Summary:Post Endgame but an Infinity War AU where Loki survives. It’s been two years since Valkyrie was home and she thinks she’s about ready to pack her bags to Norway and then an unexpected visitor comes to New York. This fic is a prompt that follows the lyrics to Fleetwood Mac’s “Seven Wonders”.

Notes: You can listen to the original version, but I was playing this version on loop while writing it. I highly recommend listening to more of her songs. Not only does she look like Natalie Portman’s doppelganger, but she has the voice and talent of an angel! Enjoy!

So it’s hard to find someone with that kind of intensity.

You touch my hand I play it cool and you reached out your hand to me.

But if our paths never cross, well you know I’m sorry but~ Fleetwood Mac

It felt long ago since Brun’s last seen him, yet the second the two make eye contact, it feels like they could pick up where they’ve left off. If only they could get past the awkward introductions.

She’s only just arrived back in New York after months of tireless work with SHIELD chasing down a mad god in Brazil and before all of that there was busy work with Tony in headquarters. She arrived the other night already set on staying for only a couple weeks to pack her things and return to her home in Norway.

She grabs a handful of clothes and stuffs it in a cardboard box.

“If you’re leaving, then you have to go to the anniversary party I’m throwing!”

Tony leans against the door frame of Brun’s room.

Brun has a shirt in her hands and knits her eyebrows in thought. She’s pretty sure he married Pepper in the fall.

“Who’s anniversary?”

“Ours! Well, everyone’s, really. It’s been nearly five years since,” Tony waves his hands in the air. Still too shaken to directly mention the day they somehow got lucky and undid everything Thanos destroyed.

“I’m not really up for a party,” Brun sighs.

“Is that even possible for you to say those words?”

“I’m just really ready to go home, Stark. I haven’t been up for partying for some time, you know that.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He shrugs. “But this one is important. I’ve been working on it for months. Everyone will be there!”

“Everyone?” Brun raises her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Well, Thor can’t make it.” Tony answers her silent question

A feeling of disappointment courses through Brun. She shrugs and continues packing.

No matter, they will be reunited soon.

“I’m going to take that silence as a yes. Yes Tony, I can’t wait to go to your super fun party! ” He says as he walks out of her room making an awful impression of herself.

She forgot how striking Loki’s eyes are until now. The small reflective lights from the disco ball Tony hung up in the venue dances in the blue of his eyes. His gaze shifts back to Pepper Potts clutching a glass of champagne and enthusiastically telling him about her newest project with Tony. Loki places a gentle hand over her shoulder and politely says something to her Brun can’t make out. Pepper’s face shifts from excitement to confusion until she turns her head and follows Loki’s line of sight. Her face softens and gives Brun a smile before she quietly makes her way deeper in the crowd of guests.

Loki’s steps are slow and cautious. Almost like he’s afraid if he moves too quickly it would startle her and she’d run away. Like how she did before.

They stand in silence for a moment and exchange a polite smile.

She knows someone has to speak first before it gets too awkward and it’s probably already gotten awkward at this point-

“Hi.” She blurts.

“Your hair,” Loki points. “Did something different with it?”

Brun’s hand touches her hair she put up in braids and smirks remembering Thor saying those words to her sometime ago.

Must run in the family.

“Brazil was really humid,” she says without thinking, “Had to keep it out of the way and I guess I’m not ready to part with it.”

“It looks, nice.”

“Thanks,” she mutters.

She should say something, anything to hide that her head is running at a rapid pace. Is it too late for her to say sorry? Should she even address what’s probably obvious to the both of them or pretend like nothing happened?

“It’s good to see you,” Loki says each word carefully.

“Yeah,” Brun fidgets with her dress, “you too.”

The noise in the room grows quiet as Pepper approaches the stage up front and asks for everyone’s attention.

Brun leans over to Loki and quietly continues.

“It’s been nearly…” Brun purses her lips counting back the months since he left.

“Two years,” Loki finishes.

“Right,” she turns up to Loki and notices his attention to Pepper’s speech. “You’ve been, busy, i see?”

She mentally scolds herself. Brun’s slayed gods with her Dragonfang sword and yet here she is choosing to cower and see how long they can go without talking about the last night she saw him.

Loki turns to her and gives a warm smile. He leans in closer and answers.

“Thor thought it would be best I serve as a sort-of Ambassador to Asgard. Go around and speak publicly, maybe get more countries on our side. He’s out of his mind, but I admit everyone’s been more tolerant of me since I began the campaign.”

Brun tries to find the right words to say. Her train of thought is derailed when the rest of the party guests catch her attention.

A round of applause erupts and Pepper speaks louder into the microphone.

“Again, thank you all for coming. This is an important day for all of us. With that said, let’s begin with the awards!”

Pepper holds a plaque up in the air and explains the significance of it. She finishes by motioning to the pair standing off to the side.

“Unfortunately, Thor couldn’t be here to accept the award. So their ambassador, his brother, Loki Odinson, will be accepting on his behalf.”

“They never said anything about awards .” Brun defends.

“Of course they didn’t,” Loki grits his teeth. “Excuse me for a moment,” He hands Brun his drink and approaches the stage to give an improvised acceptance speech his palace tutors probably had him perfect for centuries. It’s the type of speech that could win him a position of power if he didn’t already have bad blood with New York.

She expected the atmosphere of the party to be more hostile towards Loki. Even if he contributed to Thanos’s defeat, it’s not something he brags about when he’s on TV. Brun has to give it to Asgard, they have a good PR team if they could get him back in Midgard’s good graces.

“See, I told you everyone would be here!” Tony’s voice catches her attention. He’s clutching two glasses of bourbon and hands her one.

“You invited him, too?” She takes a sip out of her glass and closes her eyes in bliss. Tony seems to be the only one on Earth who understands her taste.

“At first, and he said no.”

“Which is why I know he would have no interest in something like this. Not without some sort of persuasion .”

“I might have mentioned you were going to be here,” Tony takes a casual sip of his glass.

“Why?”

“Thought you could use a familiar face. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you haven’t been yourself lately and when you let it slip you hoped Thor would show up-

“I never said that,” Brun interrupts.

“It was implied ,” he defends, “Anyway, you seemed bummed when I said he said no so I picked up the phone and let Point Break know you were going to the party before you returned. I didn’t think he would have the time and you were supposed to be meeting him tomorrow, anyway. And then Loki called me back…”

The party gives another round of applause with a few whistles in the background.

Tony keeps his focus ahead on the pair on stage when he adds, “He seemed pretty enthusiastic, when he asked me about you.”

Brun feels her cheeks heat up. On instinct, she cools herself down with another drink from her glass.

Pepper pulls Loki in for a brief hug and shakes his hand one last time before he steps down the stairs. Brun watches as he gives a few people in passing a friendly wave on his way back and laughs to herself. He would probably never admit how natural he is with people.

When he’s out of sight from everyone else, Loki lets the plaque fade into one of his pocket dimensions. Brun holds out his glass and he thanks her before taking a long sip.

“What did you get yourself?” Loki motions to her glass in her hand.

“Tony-” Brun motions next to her and notices he slipped away at some point. “Was here,” she shrugs. “Didn’t get a chance to ask what he got me. Something expensive, probably.” She takes another drink.

The awards end and Pepper claps her hands motioning to the dance floor on the other side of the ballroom. The music begins and pulls everybody to the other side.

“Bar’s open,” Loki motions to empty stools. “Care for another drink?”

“You already know my answer,” Brun laughs.

They sit together in silence and watch the rest of the party dance along. By her second glass, Brun’s finding it difficult to sit still and stay quiet. She needs to do something, or say something. She’s scared she might say something wrong or make things worse somehow. Without warning, she stands up to leave. Loki reaches out and holds her wrist.

Loki’s eyes turn to glass and his lips tighten.

“Brunnhilde, I’m s-

“Don’t apologize.” Brun cuts him off. “Don’t-don’t pretend like any of it was your fault. Let’s just…”

Loki lifts his eyebrows, waiting for her to finish.

Brun motions to the party. “Start over? Or something,” she sets herself back on the stool.

“Is that really what you want?”

Brun considers her words for a moment.

“I don’t know what I want,” she confesses.

A familiar song plays that catches Brun’s attention. A memory flashes in her head the last time they heard this song. They both had too much to drink at the pub and found themselves dancing in front of a jukebox. It wasn’t anything unusual for something like that to happen to them. They often found themselves tangled in each others arms after a good drink. Eventually, they found themselves doing it without any alcohol needed.

Loki catches Brun swaying to the song and leans in.

“Dance with me?”

Brun blinks and is about to ask him why when he takes her hand and holds still for a moment. There’s a look in his eyes waiting for Brun to recoil and praying she doesn’t. Brun curls her fingers and lets him pulls her further in.

Loki winds his arm around Brun’s back and she instinctively melts into his embrace. This feels different from how they used to dance.

Before, they would be constantly moving. Always reaching for something more . In hopes they could find something that’s enough or could soothe them for the time being. Now, they’re swaying so slow, they’re practically standing still. It lulls Brun into a state of tranquility and her thoughts are finally slowing down to a pace she can keep up with.

She’s not sure if she heard Loki humming along to the song, but the vibrations on his chest pull her closer to his embrace.

Brun looks up and studies Loki’s content expression. A calmness overtaking her as she realizes the truth.

She remembers why she ran off the first time. It feels stupid now, but at the time it terrified her.

Brun’s never met someone with that kind of intensity.

She left thinking she wasn't ready for a relationship so serious and after some time alone she learned that she’s right. These two years apart taught her so much more about what she wants and it’s unlikely she could ever give Loki that life he wants with her. But maybe she could give him something different?

When the song finishes they step away from the dance floor, grab some drinks at the bar and find an empty table to sit at.

Finally feeling comfortable and confident enough, Loki leans forward and asks her about her work in Brazil. Brun starts to explain the whole situation and stops mid-story.

For some reason, the music is growing louder. And the two look over to spot a guest at the DJ table shouting in the microphone.

Brun leans into Loki’s ear and attempts to sound casual, “Who let him on stage?”

The pair shift uncomfortably in their seats. The beat of the song pounding into their chests and sending an unsettling feeling up their spines. It takes them back to five years ago. That time when everyone believed they lost their hearing. When all they could see was darkness.

Brun’s finding it difficult to peer over to Loki. Partly because her vision is becoming narrow and another part of her feels like it would be rude to see him in such a vulnerable state. She looks down at her glass and is surprised to find it empty. How long have they been still?

Eventually, Pepper approaches the DJ’s table and lowers the speakers, reminding everyone about safety codes.

After a few deep breaths, Loki finally speaks up.

“If you’d prefer, we can finish catching up at my hotel. Stark gifted me with this nice bottle of wine I think you would appreciate.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because Stark said you’d appreciate it.” He answers bluntly.

Brun barks out a shaky laugh.She catches Tony sitting at a table on the other side of the room while he smugly raises a glass her way. She throws a brief glare before she turns back. Was he watching them this whole time?

“It better be good if he said I’d like it.” Brun grits her teeth.

Loki stands up and sets his half-finished glass down.

“Let’s go.” Loki reaches his hand out.

“Now?” Brun looks at the guests enjoying a song that must be popular because everyone knows the steps to it.

“If you want,” he offers.

Brun considers for a moment and wonders what else she could possibly be waiting to happen here. Brun takes his hand and they step out the front doors. The cool air brushes Brun’s cheeks and her eardrums are pulsing as soon as she steps out of the noise.

She’s not sure where they’re going and she wonders if Loki’s just going to teleport them to his hotel.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he leads them down the subway stairs. “I’ve been using my seidr all day and I could use a break. Besides, I thought we could enjoy the ride.”

They get passes at the machine and pass through the gates. Like it was on cue, a train comes their way and stops.

They find an empty cart in the subway and sit in the back.

Brun looks out the window and watches the bricks shift into houses as the train makes its way above ground. Loki unconsciously squeezes her hand and it catches her attention at their hands intertwined and resting on his lap. She didn’t notice until just now. Loki hasn’t stopped holding her hand.

He holds her hand until they reach the end of the line.

Brun settles herself on a chair in the hotel room as Loki uncorks the bottle of wine. A berry scent wafting in the air as it pops open and Brun licks her lips. Unsurprisingly, Tony once again knew what her taste buds wanted. Loki pours her a glass and they exchange what they’ve been up to the past two years. As soon as they began, it felt like opening up floodgates. They talk, and laugh and smile without a single beat of silence.

By the time they finished the bottle of wine, they moved their conversation to the bed. It didn’t matter who started kissing, only that it didn’t end.

She slowly starts peeling her dress off and pulling Loki deeper into their kiss. Her heart stutters when she feels the familiar contours of his chest and his mouth hitting all those places that drove her wild. Brun tilts her head back and lets him set her down on the mattress. Her hands running into his soft hair and the need to pull him closer grew stronger and more desperate.

It didn’t feel awkward like Brun thought it would. It felt natural, like picking up a book where it was last marked. She expected to feel regret afterwards, but all she can feel is bliss.

Loki presses his forehead against hers and tries to control his breathing when they kiss one last time. Brun tastes a small trace of salt left on his lips when she opens her mouth and deepens the kiss.

They have little need to speak, but they both struggle to find the right words. Loki opens his mouth and she interrupts.

“We don’t have to talk about it. Maybe later.”

There’s a look of relief in Loki’s eyes when he gives a curt nod and turns off the lights. Loki pulls the comforter over and while it feels too hot for a blanket right now, her limbs are too relaxed for her to protest.

Brun moves closer in Loki’s embrace and runs small patterns on his bare chest. His even breathing pulling her into a peaceful sleep.

They will talk, eventually. Pretend like they need to figure out what it meant that they fucked, but they both know better. It’s impossible to keep away and Brun’s not sure if that’s a bad thing. Could they have a content future together?

Brun closes her eyes and imagines what it would be like.

It might work out someday, Brun thinks to herself.

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Collapse- A JSE Egos Fanfic

**WARNING: Yes I know this one begins with a joke in the recap but that’s because the final four to five fics of The Unraveling are super duper tense and have a fair bit of violence in them, and what better way to make it a bit less serious than to make a stupid joke? Also yeah just by the way if you get triggered by violence and slight gore you might not wanna read these final four or five. Especially the last three. Those are pretty heavy in violence. Just... overall proceed at your own risk kind of stuff.

(The Unraveling will have, at least, 15-16 parts. Maybe 14 if I scrap today’s fic. It will end when the Anti’s Birthday Special ends. From there, everything will be relative free real estate for me, so expect less violence, at least, until like, maybe november or december. I dunno. Depends on how long my sanity can survive on just emotion and character-sanity-based angst.)

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Recap: Marvin’s plans are proceeding fairly well, as so far, he has managed to gain control of two other egos, Jackieboyman and Chase, indirectly driving Signe out of the picture in the process, and has presumably done some other stuff that we don’t know yet. Seriously, I don’t even know. I’m literally writing most of this out as I come up with it. Now the four remaining egos wait in fearful silence, doing their absolute best to hold everything together as the uncertainty of what Dark, Anti, and/or Marvin may do next drives them all to desperate measures. Will Henrik be able to escape the future foretold by Seán’s dreams? Will Marvin realize what he’s doing before it’s too late? Will Robbie ever manage to help JJ and Henrik heal from the traumatic experiences they had when they were Anti’s puppets before it’s too late for them? Will Seán be able to stop Marvin? Will JJ and Chase ever get to see the full beauty of the night sky when no lights within at least a 100-kilometer-radius are on? Find out on thise episode of Seán-y Ball J!

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[October 8th, 7AM]

JJ looked to Henrik one last time before the doctor went to work.

“Are... Are you sure you’re okay to bring them in on your own, Henrik..? I.. I know your scars have been bugging you recently...” JJ signed worriedly to the doctor. Henrik had begrudgingly asked the younger ego to assist him with getting Chase and Jackie out to the car that morning once he realized he wasn’t going to be able to do it alone, because of the recently-reagitated scars he had initially recieved back during his 9-month vacation.

“No, JJ. I have assistants to help me vith zhat. You finish getting your morning routine over vith, and zhen you and Robbie vill go to Seán’s house, and spend zhe day zhere, since, vithout Chase, zhere is no one else vith zhe luxury or time to stay here and make sure Marvin does not harm you two, yes?” Henrik said. JJ would have objected, however, he knew Henrik wasn’t asking, at least, not this time. He went back inside as Henrik drove off to the hopsital, only to be “ambushed” by a glomp from Robbie as soon as he walked ten paces from the front door. The tackle-hug sent poor JJ to the ground, but thankfully, the landing wasn’t really all that painful.

“Robbie, what on earth did you have to hug me so violently for?” He signed, even though the zombie probably couldn’t see it.

“Jamie look sad. Mavvy used to say hug make sad better. So I hug Jamie. Jamie happy now?” Robbie explained.

“... Will you let me go eat my breakfast if I say yes?”

“Yes. Do not want to keep Jamie from food. Hunger not pleasant.” Robbie said, provoking a small, genuine smile from JJ.

“Okay. I’m happy now, see?” He pointed to his face, and Robbie smiled, letting go of the older ego. JJ stood up, and helped his brother up, too, before going to the kitchen to get himself some food.

Honestly, aside from having to help Henrik with getting Jackie and Chase’s unconscious bodies into the doctor’s car, the morning had been fairly normal for JJ. He’d gotten up, put on daytime-appropriate clothes(though, it was pretty much the same basic outfit he worr every day), gone to Robbie’s room to check on him, walked downstairs and made sure Henrik had gotten enough coffee and food, gotten hugged(though, be fair, this one was a little more violent than the regular hugs he got) by Robbie until he smiled, and got himself some breakfast. Had it not been for Jackie and Chase’s unfortunate ...situations.., he probably would have gone to check on them, too. Actually, speaking of which, Chase had been unusually quiet this morning. JJ didn’t seem to remember the locator’s screen lighting up as text slowly appeared on the screen even once since he went to sleep last night.

It wasn’t until he heard Marvin’s voice behind him that he realized not asking Henrik if he could take the two of them to Seán’s house on his way to work was a bad idea.

“It’s good to see you again, Jameson.”

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Jackie did his best to help Henrik and the other staff at the hospital get Chase set up with life support and such, but of course, since his vision was still heavily clouded by whatever spells Marvin had used on him, the most he could do was help stabilize the equipment. When they were done with that, Jackie went over to the empty bed in the room they had been placed in, and sat there silently, as still as a statue, if you ignored the slow movements of his chest as he breathed.

He listened to a couple of nurses conversing with Henrik beyond the now-closed door, having nothing else to do.

“What should we do about the one that is still able to move around?”

“Surely he’s stable enough to continue to stay with you, or perhaps even his family?”

“Vell, at zhe moment, yes, he is stable. But I am afraid he has been treading the line between zhat stability and instability since he vas... attacked. I do not fear for him vhen he is awake, however, I am afraid his brain likes to vander into and out of unconsciousness as much as he did vhen he vas here last. He has not shown signs of needing life support vhen zhis does happen, as it never lasts longer zhen a few hours, but I do not vant to take zhe risk zhat he vill not get vorse.”

“What about their eyes? Is their condition a result of some sort of horrible, undiscovered disease?”

“No, no. Notzhing of zhe sort. I am afraid zhat zheir conditions are not somezhing ve can heal vith medicine. Ve can only vait, vait and hope zhey get better.”

Well, at least the doc had some faith that he would heal.

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[12PM]

JJ stood between Marvin and Robbie, his eyes wide with fear as Chase desperately tried to figure out a way to save them without violence, since none of them really wanted to hurt Marvin. Initially, Marvin’s intentions had clearly been nothing more than to sit down and have a friendly little chat between two friends, like old times. JJ had foolishly accepted the proposal, wanting to believe that maybe Marvin had decided that he had caused enough destruction and pain.

That idea had only changed when Marvin refused to let the two leave for Seán’s house.

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JJ struggled against the Magician’s grip, his eyes wide as he realized just how much of a mistake it had been to stay in the house as long as they had once Henrik left. Robbie was hiding behind him, as Marvin’s painfully strong grip on his arm prevented him from leaving.

“Please, Marvin! You don’t have to do this! I- We were just trying to go to the park, I promise!” JJ signed desperately, tears of pain threatening to spill from his tear ducts at any second. Marvin briefly narrowed his eyes at the younger ego, before loosening his grip on his arm just enough so that it wasn’t painful, but was still strong enough to keep him there.

“Sorry, Jamie. I’m afraid it’s too dangerous for you to leave. I’m sure Seán would understand why you didn’t come if you told him you had to stay because we were afraid that Anti would be prowling outside, waiting for you to leave, so he could capture you again.” Marvin smiled. For some reason, something in the back of his mind that sounded a whole lot like Chase told JJ that he could trust Marvin. He relaxed a bit, thinking that Chase had figured out how to communicate with him without using the locator.

“... I... Okay. We’ll stay here, Marvin... Just... let me go, okay..?” He signed, still a bit terrified.

“Good. I’m glad that you two still trust me.” Marvin’s face read nothing more than pure happiness and gratitude as he spoke.

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“I gave you a choice, Jameson. You still have time to change your mind, you know.” Marvin said, his eyes entirely emotionless, as the threatening purple aura of magic surrounding him pulsated strongly. He had been storing magic since he took control of Jackie, because he knew the confrontation with Anti he had planned was going to require much more magic than he’d ever even used in his entire two years of existence.

“I won’t help you, Marvin! What you want to do is wrong, regardless of the fact that we have the same enemy! You’re only going to be making yourself out to be as bad as him if you go through with this!” JJ signed, still protectively blocking Marvin from getting to Robbie. He realized that he probably shouldn’t have said that last part as soon as Marvin responded, and braced himself for whatever came next.

“Fine! Have it your way, then!” Marvin spat angrily, and before JJ could even realize what was happening, Marvin had used some unknown kind of spell to violently slam the younger ego into a wall, dazing him instantly.

Robbie yelled for JJ, and begged Marvin to stop, but he was just shoved aside as well, hitting the wall head on with a sickening CRACK!. JJ ran to the now-unconscious form of the zombie, wishing he could scream for Robbie to get up, too terrified and dazed to sign to anyone or anything at this point. He scrambled back into a corner with Robbie cradled in his arms, tears flowing down his face, as Marvin approached his shaken form.

“I’m sorry, Jameson.” Was the last thing he heard, before his brain briefly exploded into a frenzy of pain, as everything went black.

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Jackie’s eyes snapped open, bringing his consciousness back into the physical plane as he felt a brief jab of pain envelope his brain. Something in the back of his mind told him something was seriously wrong, so, on instinct, he got up, and half-blindedly made his way out of the room. The hallway was mostly empty, as the nurses and doctors were mostly checking up on other patients or in the ER or something. He made his way a bit hap-hazardly up the stairs, using the astral plane to send a message to the locator he knew was with Henrik as he did so.

“Henrik! I’m heading to your office now! I need you to be ready! It’s urgent!”

“Vhat?! Vhy?! Jackie, I told you to stay in zhe room ve gave you!” The response came fairly quickly.

“No time to explain. I’ll tell you more when I get to you!”

Once he got to Schneep’s office, he knocked urgently on his door.

“Vait! Be patient, Jackie! I am coming!” He heard the muffled voice of the doctor through the door. With each passing moment, Jackie only got increasingly anxious about what could possibly be happening back at the Egos’ house right now.

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Seán slammed the door to the Ego’s house open, not even bothering to shut it as he frantically searched the place for any sign that JJ and Robbie were alright. It didn’t take him long to find them, luckily, but that was because the room they were in looked like someone had set a bomb off in it, and they were huddled up together in a corner. Robbie was half-awake, clinging desperately onto the unconscious form of his dapper brother, just like he had been in the most recent iteration of the hospital dream. The only difference between this and the dream, however, was that neither of them appeared to be under a mind control spell like Jackie and Chase were.

As he called the hospital, the only thing Seán could think of was how he could have prevented this if he had decided to come check on them when he realized it was two hours after the time they had set for when they would get there by- JJ was never late- instead of just brushing it off as them having a slow morning.

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Part Twelve of

The Unraveling

(A very big chapter in a slightly darker version of the Jacksepticeye & Markiplier Egoverse)

Part Thirteen

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SF9 BOI BIOS

This is originally written for @youngjbambisonyounggyomark but really can be for anyone that wants to know more about SF9, a seriously underrated VERY TALENTED and fun group of boys. First things first! ABOUT THE GROUP!

SF9 stands for “Sensational Feeling 9″ cause there are 9 and they make you feel SENSATIONAL! The fan name is “Fantasy” (which is cute, I get to say I’m a fantasy huehuehue). They’re considered a dance group (you’ll see why when you watch some dance practice videos BOY HOWDY will you) and they debuted in October of 2016.

Now? MEET THE MEMBERS!

YOUNGBIN

Listen I’m not just starting with him cause he’s my bias, I’m starting with him cause he’s the leader. I’ll be honest, when I first started looking up pics of them to learn who they were I didn’t find him the most attractive and then as I started watching more and more videos and vlives I came to realize this hecker had bias wrecked me. I believe the term is Bolmae and he bolmaed the heck out of my life. He is SO good and sweet and funny and he loves his boys so much he’s such a good leader, but the kind of leader that is really laid back. Youngbin is aggressively noncompetitive most of the time. Like he works so hard but when it comes to goofing off he doesn’t really care if he loses at like arm wrestling or something. He does this lil closed eye smile that melts my soul, and he had a minty mullet for their Mamma Mia comeback that also went lavender, silver and blonde WOW so good.He’s in the rapline but an incredible dancer. He says the best feature about him is his hands and they are very good hands. Some people call him stupid but he’s NOT he’s actually pretty smart but he is very TRUSTING and gullible. He takes things at face value and has been tricked easily but that doesn’t make him dumb, if anything it just shows what a sweetie he is.

INSEONG

Now moving on to the oldest, meet Inseong! He speaks English pretty well as he did study in London for about a year. He is fluent but sometimes when he’s put on the spot he’ll forget words and it’s suuuper cute cause he gets so embarrassed. He has dimples that could knock you out, but despite this sweet face don’t be fooled, he’s about six feet tall (most of the boys are at least 5′10″ actually!). The other members consider him the smartest which makes sense cause he’s from a well off family who made sure he had access to a great education. He definitely can come across as a little spoiled but it’s actually really endearing cause it’s really just him putting on an act about getting sulky or offended. The entire hyung line act like goobs together and are the most delightful obnoxious trio. Inseong also has a thing with chairs, he’s either tripping on them, falling out of them or carrying them around which seems random but what some videos and you’ll see what I mean.

JAEYOON

Gaw this group is FULL OF VISUALS and Jaeyoon is leading the pack. More dimples and a smile that would melt a glacier. The other members consider him the manliest of all of them and I think everyone can acknowledge he got the best booty of all (I’ve got more pics, I can share). He seems like a pretty laid back guy and doesn’t get shaken easily but actually he IS SO SCARED of roller coasters and haunted houses n stuff it’s precious. One time in a haunted house he got so spooked he accidentally begged the ghosts not to hurt them cause they’re FNC’s newest girl group - which isn’t far off cause Jaeyoon is excellent with girl group dances! As part of the hyungline that I mentioned before this boyo is hella prankster and is always being silly and loud. 

DAWON

This hecker was my original bias before Youngbin wrecked me away. I have a soft spot for clowns and Dawon goes above and beyond. He’s not afraid to pull faces and he’s a great speaker often taking the role of “MC” since he���s so engaging and fun. BUT the thing that really won me over is that for the Mamma Mia comeback he had locs and fans were pretty upset about it. At first he wouldn’t budge because he thought that fans didn’t like the look cause they thought it was ugly and he didn’t want to cave for such a superficial reason (Had that been the case I applaud the mentality!!). However, a fan spoke to him at a meet and told him about cultural appropriation and THIS GUY. LOOKED IT UP. AND CHANGED. HIS HAIR. Like that is so unusual for people to do let alone celebrities and I’m STILL impressed what a rad dude forreal. Despite seeming like a total goofball he can actually be pretty chic, and he pretty much does whatever he wants. That includes showing off tattoos while parading around shirtless, and sharing the wifi password for the FNC building while on vlive so fans without enough data can stream!

ZUHO

You know that “looks like a sinnamon roll, actually a cinnamon roll” thing? No one fits that better than Zuho. There’s Fantasy’s that believe him to be a big tough hardass cause he’s tall and has a deep voice (like really deep, hot damn). But they don’t come softer than this guy. He can be quiet and reserved but he has a heart of gold and frankly I would personally fight anyone who hurts his precious feelings. Whenever one of the other members is upset or sad, this lil lion baby is first to comfort them. He’s even chastised Youngbin for making Hwiyoung cry in practice by criticizing his dance too much. Another time a member lost part of their meal to a rock paper scissors game, Zuho not only refused to take any of his food but then SHARED his food and it led the others to share more as well. Legit will cry when you watch it if you have any heart. One factoid about him is one that’s brought up fairly often and it’s that he has TERRIBLE sleeping habits. Apparently he’s a big time snorer/sleep talker/sleep walker and shares a room with managers cause it’s so disruptive to the others. Zuho is also the most friendly of the group, he is always social and making friends with anyone he comes across, even Chanyeol from EXO promoted their Narcissus comeback because they’re friends! OH! He also composes music and had a song each on their Sensuous album as well as their Narcissus album! WHAT TALENT.

ROWOON

Speaking of visuals, Rowoon is CLASSIC VISUAL. Tallest in the group at 6′2″ when I first saw him I was kind of blown away, it’s kind of unreal how flawless this guy is. Because he’s so good looking he already does a lot of acting and has separate schedules from the others but when he is with them he is SO MUCH FUN??? Especially his relationship with the maknae Chani. He’s always showering him with affection and attempting skinship (Chani resists) and it’s GOOD. Rowoon does a lot of promoting for the group too, he really does love all his members. Rowoon can be the mom of the group when looking after the others. He’s the best cook apparently, and when Chani was scared of a roller coaster he made sure the maknae got to sit close to leader Youngbin (the dad). He’s not as loud and rambunctious as the hyung line for sure but still fun. He is usually very sweet and respectful in interviews and pretty straightforward in acknowledging that he is good looking which is refreshing. 

TAEYANG

Once again this guy is deceptively tall, I was super surprised when I learned that he’s almost 6′ tall. He’s also a killer visual and even better HE KNOWS IT. He knows that he’s a total babe but still manages to be SHY. He definitely has his stage personality and his offstage personality. He has KILLER vocals and even amongst a group of dancers stands out as one of the best dancers. It’s kind of unbelievable how talented and skilled he is. Taeyang is certainly the sunshine child of the group and a precious lil babe but if you aren’t careful he will knock you out with his sexy moves, especially in the Sensuous and Narcissus eras. But really he is still a baby underneath it all, to the point that he happily plays with the other maknae’s at a trampoline park with abandon, and sings alongs to kids show songs in public despite being shamed by the actual makenae Chani.

HWIYOUNG

This boy. This good and pure child. This sweet little (tall, again) angel baby. This lovely, darling, etc etc. The trampoline park I mentioned earlier? His idea. ((I SAID THIS DURING MAMMA MIA ERA:He still has a youthful appearance but I have no doubt he’s gonna be one of those guys that very suddenly grows OUT and into a stud)) TIME FOR THE UPDATE? Ya this boy SHOOK THE FANDOM in Sensuous era with some long heckin hair and some killer dance moves. He SHONE as front and center and the look is so good it continues to thrive into the Narcissus era. He came in and wrecked a whooooole lotta Fantasy’s. He can be a total sweetie but he absolutely has a mischevious streak, especially when he’s with Chani. Those boys together are Trouble and can get away with MURDER. This dude has a hella deep voice and is a killer good rapper like damn. That being said he does sing on a couple tracks and is quite good at that too?

CHANI

And we finally reach the maknae, the only one in the whole group under 5′10″ (5′8.5″). Also the opposite of Zuho cause he looks like a cinnamon roll but is actually a sinnamon roll and will kill anyone who mildly inconveniences him. A classic evil maknae. He is VERY cute and VERY good at aegyo and like Taeyang is VERY aware of it but is SAAAASSSSSYYYY AF about it. He’s a total brat and it’s a blast cause the others don’t let it stop them even a little when harassing him and to be honest I think he likes it too even when this little baby is telling off his hyungs to act their age while in the same breath stealing their food. Tsundere AF. It’s never not fun having Chani around (except when he suggests a game and then proceeds to disappear while the others play cause he is TAkiNG a NaP WHAT A BABYYYYYY CUTE AH). He starred in Sky Castle which also drew a lot of attention to SF9 which is awesome!

SUGGESTED VIEWINGS!

Okay first things first if you haven’t seen Click Your Heart it’s a kdrama and it stars Rowoon, Dawon, Zuho and Chani and it’s really cute and interesting and I like it a lot. All the boys have at least bit parts in it which I didn’t realize until the second watch through and there’s not that many episodes but definitely recommend checking that out!

For sure check out their dance practice videos, I prefer a lot of them to the MV’s cause the dances are... wow. Dang. Wow. So sharp. So good. But one of my favorites is the a great funny version of O Sole Mio and I’ve watched it like twenty times and it really is what made me fall in love with Youngbin

 “sweet version” of Fanfare (second video) is rly cute and makes me feet warm and cuddly.

I’ll add more videos later because it’s taken me a very long time to get this far but I definitely have some funny compilation videos to share as well as just some cute stuff they’ve posted <3

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What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓            

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

   He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

   After a truly fulfilling  debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

  A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey.  Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

   The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

   Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

   He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

   He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

   The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

   Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

  Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

   Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

   “Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

  Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

   “Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

   “Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

  Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

   “No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

   “Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

  Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

   Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

   Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

  And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted  but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

   Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

   He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

   And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

   Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego’s fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn’t remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn’t make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego’s wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of  gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.