#chillin after a good fuck session

[ryomens-vixen]

420 w/ 90s Toji

CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.

Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.

Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k ✨

Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.

Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to “take out” later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!”

Fuck how did you get here… oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..

The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.

“Her? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.” Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.

And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.

“Wass good ma”

“..... “

“Hello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.”

“Don't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.”

He chuckled, “Got a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.”

“I'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.”

“Sound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-”

“Maybe I don't want no dick from you!?”

Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.

Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.

“You Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?”

What the fuck did he just say? “Toji shut the fuck up!” You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.

You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. “Keep it together bitch” is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.

“So when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?”

What the hell did he just say?

“I know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.” this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.

Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.

“Bet you won't suck dis dick”

“Yeah I BET I won't, the fuck?”

“So all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothin”

“Excuse me?!” How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.

“You heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.”

“Says who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.”

“I betchu won't come fuck me then.”

“Bet!”

It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it “Fuck, y- you a nasty bitch” is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.

You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.

“Dirty ass bitch get in the back, c'mon” he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.

“Bet yo dick ain't even that big-”

“Shut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.”

That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.

“Can't find the hole ol’ man?”

“Can't wait to shut cho lil ass up-”

“Pus-”

Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.

Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever “Move yo fuckin hand” is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.

The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside… over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.

The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Man fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slut” God he put his weight into it again.

“Lil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!”

You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.

“T- Toji Wa-”

“Shut the fuck up” he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. “How you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchu”

“Toji i-”

“It's T-Raw, bitch.” You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.

“You's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.” He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. “Fuck it-” he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.

You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..

“T- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!”

Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!” Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.

“Can't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!”

You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good… too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

“Yes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!”

His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud “Fuck” into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.

Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.

“What? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.” He took his left over blunt and lit it.

“But since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.”

“B.. But T-Raw”

“What the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.”

You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight… ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.

Tags: @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @arlerts-angel @ramonathinks @nkogneatho @tonycries @connorsui @honeeslust @halosdiary @hoshigaby @screampied @rinhaler @buttercupblu @triangularz @fairy-hub

[wilcze-kudly]

Reasons why YOU should ship Bolin and Wei Beifong:

1.Gay🏳️‍🌈

The Avatar universe has a lot of WLW characters, but not many MLM ones. And having another member of team avatar be comfirmed as queer is always a good thing (they're all canonicaly queer in my heart tho).

Also having Bolin be queer adds a lot of interesting dimension to the character, eapecially to his previous interactions with female love interests. I've always headcanoned Bolin as very comphet. Discovering you're queer is something I wish were more explored with Korrasami, but Bolin 'i have a new heterosexual love interest nearly every season' would also be an imteresting character to follow through that process. Feel like it would give him an existential crisis and I want to see that bisexual disaster happen.

Especially if contrasted by Wei, who comes from the very liberal Zaofu. Look me in the eyes and tell me Su doesn't support gay rights. Zaofu is like the gayest city in the Avatar universe. Just look at their slay outfits and Aiwei's cool nosering.

2.Good Chemistry

Between the cute little sparring moment with the pebble and the famed rescue scene, these two do have some excellent chemistry. Look at them. LOOK AT THEM.

The lil 'you impressed?' eyebrow raise and smirk from Bolin. Wei's smile. THE PAT PAT. Bolin's little confused bi moment. The fact that they're just CHILLIN with Bolin holding Wei bridal style while Toph is RIGHT THERE and the fact that they're in such a high stress situation and that the rest of Wei's family needs to be rescued. BUT NO, THEY'RE JUST STARING INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVE, YOUR HONOUR.

3.Rivals to friends? to enemies to friends again to lovers???

Wei and Bolin's first interaction is a little squabble during sparring, where Wei sandwiches Bolin with 2 metal plates and Bolin smacks Wei with a pebble. They've got this whole cute little rivalry thing going on and i think it's adorable.

Assumedly, they start getting along more after Bolin and Opal start dating. This probably doesn't last long, since after Bolin joins Kuvira, his relationship with the Beifongs probably sours tremendously. Even outside of a shipping context I would wanna know what Bolin's relationship with the other Beifongs was at the time.

I imagine especially after the Beifongs get captured by Kuvira's forces, Wei wouldn't be too inclined to like Bolin. But when Bolin comes to rescue them, Wei is the first to get tossed over, which would require a lot of trust in both Lin and Bolin. And Wei's first interaction with Bolin after Bolin catches him is *ahem* very friendly. Which seems to imply that, at the very least, Bolin is somewhat forgiven.

I also think it's really fucking cute that Bolin brought metal wires for Wing and Wei to bend and I'm devastated that we didn't get the scene of him giving them to the twins. I am shaking my stick at the heavens as we speak.

Presumably, fighting side by side against Kuvira would have Wei and Bolin bonding more and perhaps striking up a genuine friendship. I love it when gays bond over traumatic events. It's the purest form of courtship.

Also whenever the twins are standing next to Bolin, Wei is always the one closer to the guy... like i know im grasping at straws here but i just... im not sane anymore

4.Lavabending/metalbending symbolism

Do I need to say more? They're both talented in two of the most prominent earthbending substyles. Also there is interesting symbolism to Bolin having struggled to learn metalbending his entire life and failing but then getting a metalbender boyfriend could be really cute. THEY LITERALLY COMPLETE EACH OTHER GUYS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

(also you can't tell me that Wei wouldn't find lavabending incredibly.... hot....)

5.Tension filled sparring

Their first interaction was a sparring session during which they were playing litte dirty tricks on each other. Also we all love sexually charged sparring sessions.

6.Detecting lies/performer symbolism

So I've kinda talked at length about how Bolin is a 'performer'. (Which @thenamescaba has pointed out could very well be masking. Bolin is very autism) Bolin often seems to act in a manner that would make people like him, rather than genuinely. Which is pretty in line qith his childhood. Assumedly being homeless didn't win him any perks socially, so now he's compensating by trying to garner as much positive attention as he can nowadays.

This can have an interesting contrast with Wei, who comes from a family with the ability to detect lies and assumedly also has this skill. I could totally imagine Wei calling Bolin out on contorting himself in order to be more likeable.

7.Height/Size difference

This is just self indulgent to be honest. I headcanon all the Beifongs as a pretty short family in general and while I'm pretty sure that Wei isn't very small, I have a soft spot for tall/average characters who are absolutely dwarfed by their giant, bulky partners. Also, how strong is Bolin because he is just holding a guy his age with apparently no effort???

8.Daring rescue/princess carry aesthetic

Listen, fairytales had this trope down pat for a reason. Sure it's cliche and overdone but it is a guilty pleasure for a lot of folks. Plus, I do think there's a lot of humour a usually capable metalbender having a major case of damsel-in-distressitis.

There is also the fact that the scene is unintentionally (or intentionally, i feel like SOMEONE in the writer's room has it out for me) paralleling the Nuktuk posters, for which Bolin posed with a love interest.

9. The Freedom/belonging contrasts

Now this here is a stretch, but an interesting and fun one. With Bolin we see a huge, underlying theme of him 'trying to find himself', practically feom the first season. He bounces from job to job, tries new things but nothing feels good enough. This probably stems from his childhood in the streets, he may be compensating for all the lost opportunities or something else. What does matter is that Bolin is 'untethered' and floating rather aimlessly, to his great distress. It's shown in book 2 that he envies the rest of team Avatar, who have already found their places in life.

Now, for Wei we can only use context clues and his siblings as reference but bear with me. We see that Suyin is a slightly overprotective mother, who would rather all her kids stay at home with her. We see this with Opal's hesitance to leave doe the Air Temples and with how harshly Su reacted when Kuvira nad Baatar Jr left Zaofu. This, paired with the fact that Wing and Wei are the only ones of their siblings who are 'upholding the legacy of their mother and grandmother ' might place them under a lot of pressure.

Therefore, Wei, in stark contrast to Bolin has a firmly set place in the world, one from which it would be incredibly difficult to free himself. This is completely different from Bolin, who , while he hasn't found himself yet has the freedom to be whomever he wants to.

One could set forth the idea that Wei and Bolin envy one another.

Bolin, envying Wei for having everything Bolin had wanted as a child. A stable family and life and a meaningful legacy. While Wei could be jealous of Bolin being able to forge his own path, instead of treading water.

10.Good angst potential

Being in love with your sisters boyfriend (why yes, I cannot look at Satisfied from Hamilton the same way, how did you know) is angsty even of itself, but then said boyfriend joins your fascist estranged siblings? Is this a greek tragedy? Especially that the twins and Opal seem rather close, so I think it would be unlikely that Wei would try to interfere in his sister's happiness.

Even as an unrequited romance, weilin provides a lot of potential for an amazing story. And we get to torture one of Toph's grandkids. As a treat.

On Bolin's side, realising you're queer can be a long and arduous process, especially if you've been taught otherwise. And I don't exactly believe the Triple Threats would be super accepting. This could also lead to some really sweet moments between Bolin and Mako, because Mako, for all his flaws is a very good big brother. And Korrasami could be the cool bi mentors. DO YOU SEE MY VISION. (Also Opal would be 100 percent supportive she's an absolute queen)

11.Good comedy potential

Just two himbos, dumb as the rocks they bend, tryna get together but both being too stupid and nervous to actually take the plunge.

Bolin is usually very forward with his advances, but perhaps trying to get with a guy the first time would feel like unfamiliar territory and make him even more nervous. And even so, Bolin's usual flirting is a sight to behold.

While we don't exactly know how Wei would react to this i can see him being a bit of a tsun. He just has that vibe. I could also see him not knowing how to react to being flirted with, since I can imagine that he spent most of his childhood isolated with his siblings.

I can totally imagine them both being much too awkward to make the first move and everyone around them being absolutely mentally exhausted by this weird little himbo mating ritual.

12.Because i said so

[pvtricke]

“I’m not anyone. I’m me, you can tell me anything.”       /      @holmesxv

‘ lo sé, pero no quiero aburrirte con mis cosas ’ responde, encogiendo los hombros ligeramente antes de acercarse a besar el cuello ajeno como una forma de distracción. además, en la posición en la que estaban era difícil resistir las ganas.  

[maedaex2combo]

More Than Pale

Chapter One: Drunken Dates and Confessions

Post-retcon / Post-sburb

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Pairings: Dave x Karkat x Reader (GenderNeutral!Reader Human!Reader)

Warnings: Strong language, Alcoholism, Mention of suicide.

Word Count: 21K (jesuschrist) (ishouldhavemademorechapters)

Summary: Dave and Karkat have been your two best friends ever since spending those three years on the meteor together. After living together on Earth C for a while, you have to deal with the aftermath of your two friends ending up in a red romance with each other when you get busy tangled in your career. Feeling left out, and with complicated feelings you never got to express, you turn to confiding in strangers and substances. But maybe you just weren’t made for red relationships.

A/N: Okay so it’s worth mentioning that this story loosely takes place in the post-retcon, post-sburb universe that appears in the Homestuck Epilogues/Homestuck ^2. However, it is not set in either the candy or meat timelines, or involved in anyway with those stories. Just an epilogue that assumingely ends up normal without all the “canon” shenanigans. Also, before you tell me that y/n sounds a little too similar to Jade: I may or may not project to write these stories, and I may or may not also kin a certain Harley dog-girl. We’re all just gonna agree to not mention it. Anyways, I intend on making one or two more chapters to this story! (When I can. I'm about to be super busy!) So this isn’t the end, but I really hope you enjoy!

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Now let’s get into it.

It’s been a few years since your game session of Sburb ended. Your new universe created, and earth brought back into it by Jade, which you all decided to call Earth C. You and your friends have all been chilling on said planet since then, having adventures and shit. Well, most of you anyways.

Once the game ended, you all repopulated Earth C with ecto-bio-tech, jumped ahead several thousand years, and settled down figuring out what to do with your new lives. You and your two best friends/morails Dave and Karkat decided to live in a big house together, somewhere in the middle of the Troll Kingdom. Despite having crazy amounts of god-money to get your own places, the three of you found comfort in living with each other. The three years you spent together on the meteor really bonded you, and you all often felt odd being apart for long periods of time. Kinda like separation anxiety?

That’s not to say you can’t ever not be around them. In fact sometimes you need a break every now and then. You had loved to take trips with Jake and Jade in the first couple years of arriving, exploring, traveling the planet. Those two were always a riot, in different ways, good ways.

However, those trips were usually pretty short. And lately you had been keeping yourself fairly busy ever since you decided to start making music. Earth C was kinda lacking in pop culture before you all showed up. You had always loved writing music, so your friends had convinced you to produce it. Of course because you were already so well known, being a god and one of the “overseers” of the Troll Kingdom, you got pretty big pretty fast.

It’s all been kinda overwhelming, if you’re being honest. You’ve barely had the motivation to write anything new lately from burnout. This wouldn’t be a problem, if it hadn’t been almost six months now since you went on tour, or really were active at all with your career. The tour took a lot out of you, you think. People were begging you on social media for new music, new media, or at least some updates. But what were you doing?

Fuckin. Chillin.

Like a god damn villain.

And by that I meant “fucking chilling”, not fucking and chilling individually… just to be clear.

…

So that brings us to the present, taking place in the dark and cozy living room of your house. It’s still daytime, but there’s no sign of sunlight anywhere. Despite the million windows, they’re all draped with dark curtains, allowing for no glimpse of the outside world. Here you are currently lounging with Dave and Karkat on the couch, playing the same video game you’ve been playing for hours.

“DAMNIT!” You and Karkat both yell in unison, as Dave takes yet another W against you both. Karkat throws his controller down in frustration. You swing your head back, groaning.

“Sorry guys. I'm trying to lose, I swear.” Dave says, with the biggest shit-eating grin he has every time he wins that tells you to not trust this mans words in the slightest. This man is a god at video games for some reason. Might as well be Knight of Smash. (Actually, no, that sounds weird.) But it’s probably cause he’s had years to do literally nothing but practice. Him and Karkat really don’t get out much. Staying in doing nothing was just their thing, and it used to be yours too.

“Oh shut the fuck up Strider.” Karkat growls, throwing himself back into the couch.

“Yeah, you only keep winning because you’re never NOT playing this game.” You say as you lift your head back up.

“Hey, you're the one that wanted to play this anyways. You totally subjected yourself to this losing streak.” Dave retorts.

You cross your arms. “…It’s a fun game…”

“Not when you're fucking around with this asshole." Karkat adds bitterly.

“Hey. I’m loads of fun to fuck around with. I fuck around like nobody's goddamn business.” Dave shoots back.

You have to hold in your giggle at that suggestive phrase, immature as you always are, but you do an awful job. They both turn to look at you.

“And whats so funny, huh?” Dave raises an eyebrow at you, but you're pretty sure he knows already.

You give him a teasing look, poking your tongue out a little.

"Go ahead, say it." He enables you, and he's wearing an amused smile now, so you know he knows.

“Well, I don’t know.. I just feel like Karkat would know better than anyone. What ‘fucking around’ with you is like..” You say and wiggle your eye brows comedically. The boys both blush slightly, to your amusement. The embarrassment shows more on Karkats face than Dave’s though, of course. Although it looks more like embarrassed-anger.

“[Y/N]!!” Karkat shouts at you, leaning forward to glare your way from across Dave.

Dave turns to look at him and touch his hand, startling him in his already flustered state. "It's okay babe. I got this." He says dramatically and ignores Karkats protests to the pet name. He turns to look at you again and theres a silence as he stares you down very seriously (of course) and you wait expectingly.

"Not cool." He finally says, and gives you the signature Strider-look-of-disapproval (FAKE). This pulls a laugh out of you and you see Karkat throw himself back against the couch again in annoyance.

“Hey, you said go ahead!" You retort pointing an accusing finger at Dave, only to be nonchalantly waved off as if to say 'eh that's not relevant.'.

"Alriiiight, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can’t resist. I just still can’t believe you two got together while I was gone.” You turn your body slightly, so you’re looking at the two of them, legs in criss-cross. “Plus, in my defense, it’s been like more than six months and you guys are still so embarrassed to talk about it.”

“Speak for this guy.” Dave says throwing his thumb in Karkat's direction.

“I do not get 'embarrassed' about it!!" He retorts, air-quoting the word while still being stuffed into the corner of the couch very grumpily.

You both raise an eyebrow at him. He groans and slumps further back, if that was even possible, not bothering with another retort.

Dave swings back around to face you again. “And I still can’t believe that you still can’t believe it for the same reason. Get with the program bro.” He says, crossing his arms all sassy-like.

“I know, I know. It’s old news. But y'know you guys went and made me the third wheel, so I think I earn the right to tease you. Oh my god remember that time I came into the kitchen to get a midnight snack and found you guys su-“

“UGHHHHH.” Karkat’s loud groan begs for you to stop. He really especially hates to talk about it in detail for some reason. It’s honestly a miracle these two even got together with no help. They still never told you how it happened.

Dave looks over at him, sympathetic under his glasses, but of course you wouldn’t notice that. Cool guy shades double as a vulnerability shield. Most times. You do, however, notice them subtly holding hands. You wonder how long they’ve been doing that. It’s so… So cute. Your heart hurts. Your head hurts. But you’re gonna ignore it. Like clockwork.

“OKAY, okay. I’ll lay off.” The two of them seem to physically relax a little at this, though you didn't even notice Dave being tense before.

“For now…” You add to finish your sentence ominously and then stand up off the couch, making your way over to the hallway.

“Where you going? I thought we were all gonna smash some more.” Dave calls out to you.

You turn around in the doorway of the living room to look at him, snorting a little at his joke. Smash jokes never get old. “Oh my bad, did I not tell you guys?”

They’re both looking at you now, confused. Dave shakes his head to give you your answer.

“Oh! Well…” your eyes wonder a little awkwardly “I’ve got a date tonight!”

“Again?” “AGAIN?” They both say in unison. You guys have a habit of doing that with each other lately, it’s kinda creepy.

“Please tell me it’s not the same guy from few days ago.” Dave comments.

“You mean the one that barfed all over our fucking doormat?” Karkat clarifies, Dave turning around to give him a nod of affirmation. 

“Yeah that one. I don’t think I can stand to have to look him in the eyes again if he drops you off. That shit was irredeemable.” Dave responds.

You laugh. That moment was honestly really funny, but that might be biased since you were pretty drunk when you watched it go down. And thus didn’t have to do the clean-up. Whoops.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s a new guy. I met him at the grocery store the other day!” You say, still cheery. 

Karkat rolls his eyes. “Oh joy!! Another shitty date we get the pleasure of hearing an earful about later."

“Hey! He could be interesting!! Don’t judge a book by it's cover, right?” You defend.

“Yeah, but when you get to the twenty-fifth book and it’s still shitty, you think you’d give it a rest for a while. Like maybe think to yourself 'God damn, I'm having some really fuckin’ bad luck today. Maybe I should go home”. Or even god forbid consider that you have standards way too high to be like.. browsing the regular ass town library anyways? Man I don't know, Rose would be better at making a book-related analogy.”

“I do not have high standards!” You say back, considerably offended.

“Debatable.” He responds, crossing his arms again and leaning back into the sofa.

“I don’t get why you guys are so against me dating around. I’m 19, I'm single. I’d say it’s a pretty normal thing for people my age to be doing.” You say, moving over to the kitchen table, which is in the same room as the living room. Kitchen-dining-living room with tall ass ceilings.

"Well, technically, you're not 'single'." Karkat says slowly, making air quotes at the word 'single'. You share a gaze with him for a moment as you understand what he means.

"Okay yeah, by troll standards I guess I have you guys in my.. pale quadrant.. but-" You pause for a second as your mind stutters a bit to connect this into a point. "But, the only troll equivalent to human dating is the red one sooo... technically I am 'single'." You finish, putting the same emphasis on the two words to mock him a bit. You've gotten quite used to troll romance over the years and it seems to have adapted into earth C's culture as well, so even humans participate in the four quadrants sometimes. Still though, you were raised on the o.g. earth, and some quadrant stuff is still hard for humans so a lot still tend to just do red romance. Karkat is your morail, (and Dave too technically, even though that's been kinda screwed a bit with the whole them dating thing because you were all morails with eachother) but that's not exactly 'dating' to you, even if it is a romantic quadrant. 

Whatever. Troll romance is confusing. You're gonna stop thinking about it now.

Karkat just gives a 'whatever' type of shrug. "Debatable." He says, copying Dave. “Anyways. We're not against it. We're just tired of hearing about it all the time." He says, changing the subject, clearly bitter for some reason about the whole thing.

“Dude. Chill.” Dave whispers to him, despite you obviously still able to hear.

“What?! It's true!” Karkat hisses back.

“You suck at whispering.”

“Fuck you!”

"You both suck at whispering, FYI!" You call out to them, making them shut up.

A moment passes and you frown, picking up a green apple from the fruit bowl the other two never touch. “Well if you guys hate hearing about them so much, I can just stop telling you. I didn’t know it actually bothered you like that…” You trail off.

You stare at them, or really the back of their heads, from behind the couch. They’re looking at each other, and it’s silent. They’re sharing a look you can’t quite read. It makes your heart sink. It feels like your relationship with them isn’t as close as it was in the beginning, after you took a huge tour and they got together. Everything just feels off. Maybe that’s why you’re out so much honestly.

“Um. Hey," Dave suddenly speaks up, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Have you been working on your music at all lately?“ He asks, changing the subject.

You’re silent for a second, which makes him turn around to look at you. “Because I read your comment section the other day. You got mads amounts of people begging you for content. When was the last time you posted?”

You stuff the apple you were holding in the front pocket of your hoodie and walk over to the coat hanger where your bag is hanging.

“Does it matter? I only did all this for fun in the first place. If I want a break, I’m entitled to it and I don’t owe it to anyone to have to announce it to the world.” You reply

“Fair enough.” All he has to say to that.

“And anyways, you’re the last person to be asking me this kind of stuff. You both could totally have some kind of online agenda to uphold, being gods and all. But as far as the world knows, you two could be dead!” You say as you take your bag from the hanger and start looking through it for your phone.

“Aw, c'mon we're not that elusive.” Dave says back, swiping his hand in a cliché 'pshhh' hand gesture.

“Oh, you totally are. Your private blog doesn’t count either. I’m pretty sure most people just think you’re roleplaying as the quote-on-quote 'real' Dave Strider.”

“Wait holy shit, seriously??!” He says, suddenly very thrown by this.

“It's true." Karkat adds, joining the conversation now. "I was cussing a dude out about it last week. He kept saying you were 'trying too hard to be like the real D-Stri' whatever the bumbling fuck that means?? The audacity of that shit-eating douchebag to say that to the mans literal fucking matesprit still astounds me. It's one I'd not yet seen on Earth C, but we all saw it coming. And by the way my account is VERIFIED so???” 

“So what'd you call him? A 'shit-eating douchebag'?” You snort with an amused look.

“Yes. Among various other insulting titles.” Karkat responds very nonchalantly.

“Dude, What the hell. Why is this the first time I'm hearing about this??” Dave says, still dumbfounded, now pulling out his phone. He clearly finds this to be fucking awesome and you have no doubt he's going to make it worse somehow and in no way try to clear this up.

“Anyways. Again. [Y/n], doesn't your dating around thing get out to the public? Since you're famous now or something?? I've never seen anyone say anything about it.” Karkat swings his upper body around so he’s facing you as well now.

“Yeah actually. You'd think they'd have something to say about it. I mean we're all technically famous but I'm pretty sure most of your fans would probably literally die for you while kissing on your feet.” Dave comments, still navigating something on his phone.

You roll your eyes. “No, actually. Surprisingly enough, you two are the only ones who care enough to pry. Isn’t that funny?” You quip sarcastically, making an expression of fake-curiosity.

“Well. If you have the 'right' to bother us about dating every fucking chance you get, then I think we have the right to complain about the random asswipes you bring to the hive that inevitably fuck up the porch in some way. Or make dave and I uphold awkward as all hell conversations for way fucking longer than I can stand. Which is maybe, like, ten whole seconds. And thats being generous! “ Karkat argues. 

He makes a good point, you guess.

“Okayyyyyyy. I get it. I’ll stop talking about my dates then, okay?” You sigh, starting to walk towards the hallway again. “And you guys don’t have to wait for me to get home every night anyways. I officially give you permission to not be concerned at all with my personal affairs. Does that make you happy?” The last line comes out a little colder than you meant it to. Too late now, they can probably tell you're upset.

You turn to exit to your room. They frown at each other.

“[Y/N] wait. It's cool, it’s not that. We just… You know we want you to find someone you actually like.”

You stop in the doorway again, the sincerity of his words hitting you a little.

“Do you... Think you actually like this guy this time?” He asks carefully.

You frown. And your heart hurts again. Do they think you’re just dating around to avoid being lonely or something?

…Were you?

You scoff a little, faking offense this time. “Yes, Dave. I actually like all the people I go out with.” You respond with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Well... Then go ahead. Who the fuck are we to judge I guess?” He says back and you clock that there’s a certain tensity in his voice.

“Yeah, and let’s hope you come back sober this time.” Karkat mutters, not looking in your direction. Okay, that hurt. Not feeling very morail... ed by him right now.

Dave hits his shoulder lightly, causing Karkat you shoot him an angry/hurt expression.

“WHAT?! They always come back drunk when the dates bad! I’m just saying I hope it goes well!” He defends.

Dave gives him another look.

“Okay, fuck! Sorry! I’m sure you’ll have a grand fuckin’ time with this guy [Y/n]! Go knock him dead or whatever you wanna say to commemorate it!!”

Dave sighs and looks over at you to give you a thumbs up or something at all to maybe lessen the tensity, but you’re already gone. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them for some reason. You just had to go cool off while you get ready.

“You definitely pissed them off.” Dave tells his boyfriend, pushing off the couch to stretch upwards.

“What?! I was just expressing my feelings about the situation!! Weren't you the one preaching to me a while ago how important communication is or something??” Karkat defends.

“Okay, yes, good point. That's still true." He comments back, turning to point at him and nod. "But I don't really think they wanted all that honesty, or asked for either of our opinions I guess.”

“Oh, whatever! Like you said, you were spewing your equally unwarranted opinions at them too. You don’t get to pin this on me!” Karkat shouts.

“Yeah, but I think my concern was slightly ironic and doused in smart-assery. Like most things I say. They could definitely tell you were actually bothered, though.” Dave says, shifting the blame off him.

There's no response.

A beat of silence sits between them. Dave immediately feels a little guilty for pinning it on him, though he was mostly kidding.

“Hey I'm sorry. It's fine dude.” He sits back down and takes Karkats hand in his hand, for real this time, not half-assed and trying to hide. He doesn’t have to take his shades off for Karkat to know he’s making genuine eye contact behind them. “Let's just try to apologize to them when they come back in, yeah?.”

Karkat blushes slightly, reluctantly pouting at his boyfriend. “…Yeah. Okay.” He says weakly, and that's that on that.

One hour later and you’re finally finished getting ready. You sigh, staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror. Even getting all dressed up to go out, you’re really not looking forward to tonight at all. You can’t tell if it’s because of what those two said earlier, or something else…

Honestly sometimes it seems like you’re only excited to go on dates just to get out of the house. Although you never disliked staying inside this much. You were almost as much of a shut-in as these two were before you started your career. You guess it’s just yet another thing caused by your two best friends getting into a relationship without telling you, until AFTER you get back from a very long trip. (Except they didn’t even tell you, you had to find out.) And then proceeding to spend more time with each other than with you.

But... Of course! That makes sense.. they need their alone time together now. That's understandable and something you can respect. But you can’t just be alone in your room, it physically hurts to feel that loneliness. The one that finds you every time you get a moment by yourself. The one you’re pushing back right now as you sit in your room getting ready to go out (with someone you’re probably not all that interested in if you’re being honest), while your two morails spend time together downstairs.

Speaking of morails, your mind starts to wonder as you consider how different your relationship is with those two now. I mean it was obvious, it has been effecting you, but now you're trying to pinpoint when it might've started. Things were fine for a little while after you found out they were dating, but then you guess you started to feel more distant with all the lost time and them sharing a different quadrant without you. Not to mention the confusion with Dave no longer being Karkats morail but still being yours along with Karkat? Technically you guys were like breaking some rule by being poly in that quadrant, since apparently there's not really any history of trolls doing that. Not that any of you really gave a shit about that, it worked so thats how it happened. But now it's all messed up.

Hm. It just occurred to you that you might’ve been made the auspistice between them. Is that how that works? No, that’s a black romance thing, you think. Maybe you’ll ask Karkat sometime.

… Or maybe more preferably Kanaya.

AH SHIT you're thinking about troll romance again. Though you suppose you can't avoid it now.

You guess you could also always go hang out with your Sburb friends. You do sometimes, but you have this desire to meet new people lately. There’s so many people on Earth C now! It’s made you curious to what type of individuals this society created. But you suppose it has been a while since you’ve seen some of your old friends. You set a reminder in your phone to hang out with the Lalonde’s soon.

When you finally step back into the kitchen, Karkat is setting things up on the stove, and Dave is looking in the freezer. You’re a bit surprised. You guys only ever cook like once a week, and you take turns like it’s a chore. Most meals/snacks are alchemized, but you try to keep at least a little balance. There’s no way alchemized food could be all that healthy to eat all the time.

You’re walking over to the coat rack next to the table when the two of them finally notice you. They both turn to look at you, but don’t say anything. When you look back over at them, you blush a little at the unnoticed attention. Why are they staring?

You suppose you're all dolled up or whatever, but it's not like they've never seen you like this. You unreasonably fear maybe you have something on your face and somehow didn't notice.

“What... Do I look weird?” You say, kinda awkwardly, fixing a piece of hair that'd fallen in front of your face.

“What? No.” Dave responds, kinda thrown for a split second by your question. "You look... Good."

"Oh. Thanks." You say in a tone that probably could've stood to be less tense and more appreciative.

Dave nods and turns back to the fridge with a totally-not-uncomfortable cough. Then he looks over to Karkat, who finally breaks looking at you to meet his gaze. You feel weird. This is weird.

“[Y/n].” Karkat calls to you, breaking the strange silence.

“Y-yeah?” You respond, unfortunately stumbling the word a bit.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You should be able to date whoever the hell you want to without getting shit from two dumbasses about it.”

“But mostly one in particular.” Dave adds quickly, clearly getting amusement from the look Karkat shoots him after.

“Oh! It’s alright. I didn’t take it to heart.” You say a little weakly. Lies.

“And anyways I guess I’m not in a place to talk. Considering my sad excuse for a matesprit here.” He says, clearly just to get back at Dave for his previous comment.

“Wait, what??” Dave whips his head around to look at Karkat in offense. 

“I’m kidding!! Don’t wet yourself like a human baby in a cloth contraption. Whatever the hell you call those man-made abominations.” He says, rolling his eyes and gesturing with his hands a bit.

“…Diapers?” Dave snorts.

“Yeah. Those.” He confirms.

You giggle a little along with Dave at this, then unlocking your phone quickly to check the time and peaking at your reflection when it turns black again. 

“Hmmm…” Dave stares melancholy at Karkat a little much so for his liking.

“...What?!” He asks.

“If you were kidding, then say you love me right now.” Dave demands accusingly, moving back to finally close the freezer thats been open this whole time for no good reason other than so that Dave can use it as an arm rest. Thank god you guys don't pay for electricity.

“WHAT?! NO!” Karkat blurts out quite loudly in alarm.

“You hurt my feelings man. I'm convinced you don’t love me anymore.” Dave states, crossing his arms in a very convincingly-upset manner and leaning against the counter behind him.

“Stay convinced then.” Karkat replies stubbornly, waving him off and crouching down to grab some things from the cupboard below him.

“Woooooow. Okay. What the fuck. Brb I think I'm gonna go have a cinematic cry in the bathroom. You know the kind where you slam the door and slide down it with your head in your hands sobbing.” He says dramatically and starts making his way over. You nod and roll your eyes when he gives you a 'You know what I'm talking about' type of look.

“NO! Stop!!” Karkat shouts to him, turning around and standing with a container of oil in his hand.

“Then say it.” Dave says, looking at him cross-armed again.

“OKAY!!! Fine!" He blurts out and Dave straightens up leans an arm against the counter to wait.

"…I…I..” He struggles, glancing between the two of you before opting for glancing at other things instead. 

You and Dave both stare at him, anticipating, expressionless. This is a lot for him, you can tell. And you're trying not to make a goofy goober joke right now. You wonder if Dave is doing the same in favor of getting something sweet/embarrassing out of his boyfriend.

“I-…… I L..UGHH” He’s starting to turn crazy red, and he can feel it, because he quickly turns his head to look at the opposite wall. “I CANT DO IT WHEN YOU TWO ARE STARING AT ME LIKE IDIOTS!!” He shouts and gestures a hand to said idiots, unsurprisingly being the only two other people in the house.

You decide you’ll spare him the embarrassment today. You’re honestly not in the mood to take their cuteness right now, as selfish as that sounds. “It’s okay, you guys can ‘I love you’ and smooch or whatever all you want when I’m gone. That guy should be here any minute.” You say finally and start to put your coat on. It’s usually a little chilly in the troll kingdom this time of year. Nothing crazy, but still enough to want a second layer.

“Are you guys cooking dinner?” You ask curiously once they both go back to what they were doing.

“Karkat is. It's his week to cook something.” Dave answers your question.

“Awww man, why’d you choose today to do it? I love your cooking, Kar.” You say sadly, pouting a bit. Karkat was pretty bad at cooking when you guys first got here, but you all were honestly. But Karkat is the only one out of all of you that actually improved somehow, despite not doing it often. Now you always look forward to CG-Dinner days.

“You never said you were going out. I already thawed the meat and shit earlier.” Karkat shrugs, not looking at you.

“Damn! I guess I’ll have to cope with leftovers.” You say disappointed.

“Hey it' s not too late. You could always tell that dude that you’re sick or some shit and get a good ol' home cooked troll dinner.” Dave suggests, raising his eyebrows and gesturing to you with a spatula.

You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Yeah, you wish.”

Then, with perfect timing, your phone dings with a new message notification. The boys glance at you subtly as you check to confirm it’s your date for tonight.

“Speak of the troll! I gotta go.” You say, typing back at your keyboard.

“So the lucky guy is a troll this time.” Dave comments.

“Yeah! A very handsome one too. I’ll see you guys later!” You say with a genuine smile despite your previous worries. You have hope that this will go well even regarding you recent past experiences.

Dave nods and Karkat waves slightly as you rush off into the hallway, then out the front door. They watch you go, staring in your direction even after you’re out the door. It’s uncomfortably quiet for a few minutes after you’re gone.

—————————————————————

Timeskip moment here!

I’m not going to go into the details of the date, because honestly, who cares. Just some random, probably slightly awkward date, with some irrelevant ass troll dude that will never have a name and never be mentioned again in my story.

Okay, that was kinda harsh. I’m sure the troll was a nice gentleman. Maybe. And I guess he’ll be mentioned a few more times. But thats IT.

All you need to know for now, is that it must not have gone well. Because after eating all the breadsticks and waiting what felt like ages for the food to come out, the next thing you remember is…

…Waking up to a POUNDING headache (wow) and…

And someone next to you?

No way…..

Oh wait. It’s two someones. Phew.

Wait, what?

You reluctantly open your eyes, letting in way more light than your body should be allowed with the current conditions. You stare at the ceiling for longer than you normally would, procrastinating having to move your head to look around.

You can already tell that you’re in Daves room right now. He’s got a million of those glow-in-the-dark stars you can stick to your ceilings. You and him put those up the third day of moving in, because Dave had been so excited about finding them at a nearby shop. He called them a ‘hella nostalgic treasure’. Karkat helped too, using a ladder, being the flightless little guy he is. You crack a smile at this sudden memory flooding back to you. If only you could remember what the hell happened last night.

You turn your head slightly to the left to see Karkat fast asleep. He’s facing you, left arm resting on your stomach. He’s also almost in a fetal position? And he’s drooling. How cute. He genuinely looks really peaceful, and you wonder what kind of dreams he might be having right now. It’s impressive how comfortable he’s gotten sleeping in regular beds now, since he used to struggle with it a lot. You're... Really proud him. You can't help, but gaze at him lovingly before you move on.

You turn your head all the way to the right now, and of course, you see Dave. He’s sleeping as well, thankfully. That’d be awkward if he wasn’t. His head is higher above yours, so you have to look up a little to see his face. His shades are off, but of course he’s wearing an eye mask. You still don’t think you’ve seen this dork without his sunglasses in daylight. He looks a little more goofy than peaceful, his mouth wide open and right arm in some weird position above his head. Still cute though. You also notice that his left arm has been loosely around yours.

You look back up at the ceiling, taking a moment to process this scene.

This is…….. Adorable. You wish you weren’t having a crazy hangover right now so maybe you could enjoy it a little more. This isn’t the first time you’ve woken up with these two, but usually its after a movie night together, and you aren't ever in the middle these days. And you guess there isn't even a 'these days' anymore because you realize you can't remember the last time you all slept together

You take note that you’re still in your same get-up you wore to your date. The outfit is also really dirty?? You must have slept not long after getting home. That’s a relief, because then maybe you didn’t get to say anything embarrassing to your two friends that you’ve been having troubling feelings about lately. That sure would be terrible!

Haha.

You should get water. And maybe take an aspirin or something. You also have to pee, like crazy bad for some reason. Feels like leaving the bed is gonna be hard to do without waking up one or both of them, leading to an uncomfortable conversation you’d rather not have yet with a pounding headache.

You manage to slowly pull yourself to sit up, carefully removing Karkats arm off you and escaping Daves light hold on your arm, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You analyze the bed. You could probably crawl out from the opening below Karkats legs since he’s fetal positioning. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

You do so successfully, and quietly make your way down the hall to the bathroom. You grab your phone from the bedside table on your way out.

After getting water, taking an ibuprofen since you guys are out of aspirin, and cleaning up a bit, you pull out your phone to check for any weird texts messages or voicemails you might’ve made last night. Luckily for you, it doesn’t seem like you texted or called anyone. Thank god. Then, suddenly you get a notification from a familiar name.

[4 New Message Notifications:] GC: (y/n)!! have you seen this yet? GC: dhttp://ecww.TKNN.com/y-n-restaurant-breakdown-live/ GC: what happened?? GC: are you okay? :(( im here if you need anything

And another from another friend.

[3 New Message Notifications:] TG: (y/n)!!!!! omg did u see that video?? TG: why would they pos that omg are u alright ??? TG: call me when u see this!! ok? <3 lov u

And another.

[6 New Message Notifications:] GA: Hello, (Y/n). I Am Very Sorry To Bother You, As I’m Sure I’m Not The First Person To Reach Out Today, But I Just Read The Article That Came Out. I’m Not Sure If You’ve Seen It Yet, And I Can Provide To You The Cyberlink If You Would Like To Have A Look. GA: But Anyhow, The Aforementioned News Has Made Both Rose And I Quite Concerned For Your Well-Being. I Am Reaching Out On Both Our Behaves. GA: I’m Aware I’m Probably Not The Most Riveting Of Individuals To Talk Over The Phone With About These Things, But If You Would Like You’re Welcome To Join Us For Dinner Tonight. Or Really Any Day This Week, With The Exception Of Saturday. Just Let One Of Us Know. GA: I Can See In The Short Video Someone Uploaded To Social Media, That You Look Significantly Intoxicated. As You Know, Rose Struggled With This Problem For A Short Period Of Time During Our Trip On The Meteor, And She And I Would Be More Than Willing To Help You In Any Way We Can.

You stop reading. You’re not in the mood to have a Lalonde-Maryam intervention via text right now.

Your heart is racing with anxiety at this sudden vulnerable internet exposure that also doubles as an attack to your person. You don’t even want to click the link. But of course you have to.

When you click the link Jade sent you, you’re taken to the Troll Kingdom National News™️ page. It’s of course an article about you. As you read further into it, you see it’s more specifically about your date last night. Apparently paparazzi had been there in secret to snoop on your date, but instead they ended up catching you freaking out at the poor guy, and then at the waiter, and then storming out. They wrote the article in such a narrative that made it seem like you had just killed everyone at the restaurant’s mother’s collectively and then did a little jig on their dead bodies. The video didn’t make it look any better either. It was only 20 seconds, in which you had just finished yelling about something to your date, throwing your wine in his face, and then proceeded to curse at and flip off the waiter as he came to presumably escort you out. 

Holy shit. You can’t even imagine why you would have an outrage like that if it wasn’t at least somehow warranted. Even being drunk, you’re never really aggressive. If anything you get wicked giggly and stupid, so something must’ve prompted you to get upset.

Nevertheless, this is seriously concerning, and no words can describe how embarrassed you feel right now. You don’t even want to leave the bathroom.

You don’t for a good 20 minutes, and may or may not have cried silently to yourself during that time. Contemplating if maybe the laws of god-death would consider the taking of your own life a Just one, since you basically just violated two men publicly last night. You don’t try it though obviously, you’re not that dramatic.

Eventually though, you manage to get over yourself and head to the kitchen. To your surprise, Dave is already in there, cooking what smells like eggs. Cooking two days in a row… Interesting. Suspicious.

“Morning.” He says to you, without even having to look at you, as he flips something in the pan. It's probably good he doesn't look because you definitely look like hell right now and very clearly had just cried.

“Hey… Yeah.. Good morning.” You say, almost as if hesitating. You’re still so embarrassed about last night and you don’t even know fully what happened.

It’s so. So uncomfortably silent. It’s painful. Instead of continuing to just stand there awkwardly, you walk over to the dinner table and have a seat. The chairs are high, which doesn’t really make any sense because Dave is the tallest person in the house and he’s not even that tall. You curse these chairs everytime you have to get up on them.

“So.” Dave says, breaking the silence, totally nor awkward at all.

“So…” 

“Sooooo hows your head?” He asks, and he's still not looking at you.

“Huh? Oh. Right. It’s fine. Still kinda hurts, but I think the medicine I took is kicking in.” You respond.

“Cool. Thats good.” He says back simply.

“Yeah…”

You look out the window to your left. The curtain is only open right now since Karkat is asleep. You’ll probably close it once he wakes up. But it’s nice having the sunlight beam into the kitchen for once.

“So um…” Dave tries again to cut the silence.

“Hm?” You look over at him again.

“Your uh. Date last night, huh?” He says, ominously. 

“Uhhh…” You’re not sure how to answer, especially because you’re not sure how much he knows, and you clearly don't know anything. “Yeah, yknow… It was… a date.”

“Haha. Yeah.” He says, and wow you're finally noticing how tense and awkward he's being right now. You were too anxious and in your own world before, but... Yeah something's definitely up.

Silence again.

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous. You and Dave have known each other since you were super young, and have been best friends for several years. There’s no reason to for it to be this uncomfortable. Yet, you can’t think of anything to say. Think harder.

You remember you still don’t know what he’s cooking for.

“What’re you making?” You ask finally.

“Omelettes. You want one, right?” He responds easily, noticeably a little less tense at the subject change.

“Yeah, of course! You know I like-“

“Cheese and jalapeños. I got you.” He says cooly, nodding to you.

“You’re the best.” You smile, feeling a little more relaxed now. “I’m surprised you’re cooking. We like, never cook. Are you picking up a new hobby? Or maybe to compete with Karkat to be the house's new best chef or something?” You joke.

“Nah. i just figured you could use some food in your system after last night. That's not alchemized.” He replies and your smile drops. Oh. He did it for you. Suddenly you feel bad again, even though you should probably be flattered.

“But we should probably start cooking more anyways.” He adds.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You nod.

“I mean it's never been proven that alchemized food is any worse for you, but it's just. Food that appears… out of buttfuck nowhere? Like there's gotta be some kinda catch." He starts flipping the eggs or whatever that motion is when you're finishing up an omelette. You don't know, clearly you're the worst cook of you guys at this point. "Like imagine years from now we're gonna find out that we weren't supposed to eat the stuff we make from alchemizers. And it turns out that eating this shit is giving us some like magical Sburb parasite that'll turn us into zombies or some fucked up Sburb equivalent. Oh shit get ready for earth apocalypse. Part three. Or. Uh...Part four maybe? I cant keep track.”

You laugh, relaxing even more. He makes a good point, although highly exaggerated.

“Yeah, that’s true. Hey, you ever notice that Sburb sounds like sperm? Have we ever mentioned that?”

“Dude. Yes. Who the fuck named that game??” The two of you laugh at this together. You smile seeing the look on his face, even from this angle. "And yeah I'm pretty sure I've talked to someone about that. No way no one's not mentioned it yet. Maybe it was June I was talking too..." He trails off, thinking about this. 

This would actually be a pretty nice morning, had that article not been released. Just thinking about it downs your mood again. You’re gonna have to address it eventually. But you're curious what he already knows. What happened between you throwing a tantrum at that restaurant and waking up in bed with Dave and Karkat? The curiosity is killing you, but you can't possibly bring yourself to ask.

You snap out of your thoughts when Dave approaches you with your breakfast. He sets it down in front of you, and takes a seat beside you with two more plates. This is when he finally looks at you and you catch how his eyebrows raise slightly and then he goes back to a neutral expression. He probably decides it's better not to mention it.

He pulls out his phone to routinely watch his funny videos while he eats. You can’t bring yourself to do the same, you don’t want to even touch your phone at all at this point.

“Should we wake up Karkat?” You ask after a few minutes of eating in silence. Or, silence plus audio from whatever Dave is watching.

“Nah. He's awake, he was just still getting ready. His whole morning routine thing.” He answers.

“Ohh.. okay.”

Just then, you start to hear someone coming down the stairs.

“Speak of the troll.” He says, smiling.

You smile back, at the fact that he reused your term from yesterday. When Karkat enters the room, he’s looking intensely at something on his phone. And he looks very bothered. Actually, bothered would be an understatement. He locks eyes with you when he looks up from the device.

Oh boy.

“[Y/n], I really hope you’ve seen that video that went viral like thirty minutes ago??? The one Jade and Kanaya are both fucking spamming me about?”

Damn those worried friends of yours. Loudmouths, all of them!

“What? What video?” Dave asks, looking up from his phone to join the conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You turn away and cross your arms defensively. Dave examines you and can clearly see that you’re lying.

“BULLSHIT. Y'know when you said you told your date off last night, I didn’t think you meant ‘cause a huge scene, ruin his outfit, AND assault a minimum wage worker’ type of telling off!”

Hm. You must have said something to him last night. Karkat should really be the last one crucifying you for your rudeness in the video honestly. He’d probably have done worse at some point if he actually went out regularly. But you know he’s only saying it because it’s unlike you. Which means something’s going on. You wish you could explain, but at this point he probably knows more than you do.

“Okay, fine, yes I’ve seen the video! What about it? I messed up, okay?!” You blurt out, not really thinking about what you're saying.

Dave is still clearly lost.

“Guys. What video? What are we talking about?” He asks again.

“Did jade not send you a link?” Karkat snaps at him, finally answering. Sort of.

“Oh no I haven’t checked my messages. Hold on.” Dave says and you can tell his switching apps now.

“How is it that the first thing you do every morning is check your phone, but you never check your messages?!” Karkat bickers at him, throwing his arms up to his shoulders in bewilderment.

“Got got more important stuff to attend to. Obviously.” Dave responds sarcastically. 

You panic a little. You’re not sure your mental state can take having to watch them watch you have an embarrassing mental break down.

“I just had a little bit of a meltdown at the restaurant last night. I was drunk, okay? I wasn’t in the right headspace... I-” You start.

“Oh yeah we knew that already. But it got posted online?” Dave cuts you off, still trying to find this video.

Okay. Apparently you talked to both of them.

“Yes, but yknow we really don’t have to watch-“ You start, only to get cut off again.

“Oh shit she did send it to me. With like 20 other messages. Jesus.” You’re curious what the messages could be, but you think you’d be okay staying oblivious to be honest. “So did Rose. And Roxy. And Dirk?? but he just sent the link and nothing else. What the hell? He's so weird sometimes.” Dave rambles as he finally checks his messages.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, we get it. Everyone’s talking about it, can you just not-“

Aaand the videos playing. You groan and cover your ears. You’re reconsidering that whole god-death thing right now. This is a nightmare.

The video is short, but it still feels like forever. When it's done playing, Dave stares at the phone for a minute, silent.

“…Wow.”

Then, both Karkat and Dave turn to look at you, and you feel their eyes bore into you before you can even bring yourself to look back at them. When you do, they both have different looks of worry painted on their faces, and you start to get anxious. You look back and forth between them, and you can feel yourself start to sweat. It feels like you’re in the hot seat, about to be grilled. You notice you’ve been bouncing your leg anxiously.

“[Y/n]… Its okay, we can-“ Dave starts, but nope you're not even gonna let him finish that. You know the pity-fest this is about to turn into and you do not want to attend.

“IM GONNA GO TO MY ROOM!” You shout out suddenly, surprising all three of you. But you don’t waste time immediately getting out of there, pushing past Karkat, and absconding up the stairs. 

—————————————————————

Okay, now let’s back up to about 12 hours ago.

I hope you’re not annoyed about all the time hopping. Because this is a Homestuck story, so honestly what were you expecting?

I’m sure you’re curious as to what really happened, so we’ll jump into the perspective of our two friends for a little bit.

Not long after you had left for your date, the two of them had made dinner, ate together, played a few more games, watched a movie, and possibly other things they wouldn't be comfortable with saying outloud, for a while. Now they were just waiting for you to get home, biding time. They had no obligation to of course (as permitted by you earlier), but they always did. Especially considering the fact that lately all your dates have almost always ended in an intoxicated [Y/n] tripping over themselves in the hallway when they got home. Truthfully though, they didn’t mind. Most times it was actually pretty fun, since it did get kinda boring without you around for long periods of time. It’s become kind of a routine, hanging out with drunk/tipsy [Y/n] after midnight until they passed out. However, now the two of them were also starting to worry you might be developing a bad habit.

They both lay on the couch now, Karkat flat on his back, and Dave laying by his side with his face resting on his chest. Dave’s so comfy right now, he feels like he’s about to fall asleep, but he’s not letting himself. Karkat’s staring at the ceiling, mind running with thoughts of where you might be. Both of them silently worrying to themselves. It had been quiet for a while between them after their movie ended. Just the home menu for the DVD they watched playing the same track over and over quietly, the colorful screen being the only illumination in the room.

“It’s past midnight. Do you think they’re okay?” Kartkat spurts out suddenly, breaking a long silence.

“No clue.” Dave mumbles back “You wanna try calling them again?”

“No…” He mutters quietly. Dave listens to Karkats chest take a big sigh of breath, his head moving up and then down with it.

There’s a beat of silence.

“I mean- Do you think they’re just not coming home tonight?” Karkat offers.

“Nah, they always come home. They’d have told us if they weren’t” Dave responds calmly, trying to ease his boyfriends worries by doing so.

“Yeah, but maybe they forgot. They never come home this late.” Karkat continues anyways.

“Hey.” Dave pushes himself up a little onto his elbow, so he’s looking down at Karkat. “I'm sure they're fine. If they're not back in an hour, I'll go fly around and look for them, kay?”

Karkat sighs again, blushing a little at the minimal distance between them and the intense eye contact, with Dave’s shade being off his face and sitting on the coffee table. Dave had quite the intense stare sometimes. Karkats never sure if it’s because he barely sees his boyfriends eyes, or if they’re just like that naturally, or for other reasons… “Yeah, okay. Sorry. I probably sound paranoid as shit right now.”

“Nah your'e good, you sound normal. I'm worried too but it's fine. It'll be fine.” Dave says, laying back down and avoiding eye contact now. That and the triple reassurance makes Karkat suspect that Dave is not as calm as he's letting on.

“Right... And you're sure you’re not as worried as me?” He says skeptically.

“Of course I am. Buttt I dunno, freaking out probably wont help anything right now.” Dave admits.

“You’re right…” Karkat nods.

Dave moves himself a bit, now tucked into Karkat’s neck. Karkat begins to purr quietly, indicating to Dave that he’s finally relaxing a little. Good.

There’s another few minutes of silence.

"I just really hope this guy wasn’t a piece of shit like the others, and that’s why they’ve been gone so long. Maybe they’re just having the time of their life snogging on him right now or something, they forgot to tell us they’d be late.” Karkat says suddenly, breaking the silence again.

“Yeah…. That'd.. Be cool.” Dave replies, not really believing his own words. That would technically be best scenario, yes. But... would it really?

It’s quiet as they both separately imagine what you having a boyfriend might be like. You’d probably be gone a lot more, or bringing him over all the time, or both. The thought makes them both feel weird for the same reason.

“If that's the case I at least hope he's cool. It'd suck if they started dating someone lame and we had to pretend like he isn't all the time for their sake.” Dave adds.

“Or worse, if he’s just straight up annoying.” Karkat agrees.

“Yeah honestly.” Dave sighs.

“I don't even know why they keep going out with mediocre ass people. It’s like they just close their eyes and point to someone at random. They can do a lot better than that.” Karkat says with a scowl.

“Yeah. But it's their life so we cant really do much about it. If they wanna be with someone's annoying or mediocre ass we'll just have to deal with it.” Dave comments, albeit a bit unhappily.

“Oh, fuck that. I'm their morail I'm... I'm not just going to let them date anyone. They deserve someone who... Who appreciates them and-" Karkat starts.

"And loves them, right, but if that person happens to be someone lame or annoying then what? What if said person makes them really happy?" Dave questions, and it makes sense for it to be towards Karkat, but he's also asking himself.

"Then... then..." Karkat stutters and then goes silent.

Dave glances up at him a bit, though he can't really see Karkat's face with how he's positioned right now.

"I mean... I'll support them if that's what they really want. As long as that person is good for them, I wouldn't stand for anyone who didn't have [Y/n]'s best interest in mind or wanted to use them but-... Yeah, even if I don't like the perosn, if they're good to [Y/n] and they love them then fine. I guess, if it was really a problem, they might just move out... and we'd have to deal with seeing them less, right?" Karkat rambles, as he brings up a hand to run through his hair. 

Karkat's fist tightens on his hair and Dave involuntarily frowns at the thought.

“Man… I'm not gonna lie that would fucking suck.” Dave says tightly.

“Yeah. It really would.” Karkat agrees immediately.

Another beat of silence. 

"Why do we even care so much about their love-life anyways?" Dave says quietly, but there's not really a way to be quiet when you're literally right next to someone's ear.

"Dave, I get that you still don't totally understand troll romance because you didn't grow up with it, but this is typical moirallegiance. We're their morail, we want to bring out the best in them. To see them happy and being at their full potential-" Karkat starts.

"No, no I get that." Dave says, shaking his head.

"Oh." Karkat feels kinda bad now about having trollsplained the concept to him, blushing a little.

"I just mean like- I mean obviously we wanna see them happy. Even if we weren't morails, that's what human friendship is like too. You wouldn't sit back and watch your best friend being in some fucked up relationship. Of course you'd want to help. But it's different it's not just that. We're just- Why are we..." He trails off a bit, not really sure what he's even trying to ask. Karkats now shifted his body to the side so he can look down at Dave's face. Karkat has a look of confusion that asks Dave to continue his question, though he doesn't think he wants to anymore.

"It's just that... Like why do I feel so shitty at the thought entirely?" Dave finishes, staring at the symbol on Karkat's shirt.

"Of them being with someone with an unbearable personality?" Karkat asks back.

"No!" Dave blurts out and then catches himself because, if that's not what he meant, then what did he mean?

"I-I mean... Yeah. That." He corrects himself.

Karkat looks a bit thoughtful for a moment. "Well, because it obviously affects us too. We'd no doubt have to see and hear about this person all the time. So it makes sense." He assures him, running his hand through Dave's hair now. Dave just sighs at this.

A little more time goes by like this, laying together quietly, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Hey, remember that one time that troll dropped them off and he tried to come inside, but his horns were fucking enormous and he dented the doorway???” Karkat brings up suddenly, trying to lighten the mood. 

Dave snorts when he stifles a laugh. That was hilarious. Karkat was freaking out at the time, just going off on the dude for ruining their doorframe. He made the guy feel so bad that he seriously came back the next day to help fix it. That was actually one of the better dates, but you said he was ‘too sweet’ for you. Whatever the hell that means.

“Oh man dude remember when that one gym-bro-looking guy came for the date way too early while [Y/n] was still out doing something?” Dave says, remembering back on another failed date.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, we had to entertain him for like two hours.” Karkat laughs, rolling his eyes.

“God that dude fucking SUCKED at smash.” Dave snorts.

“Seriously. It's like he’d never touched a console in his life.” Karkat agrees.

“Judging that dude's demeanor he was probably hoping for a different type of smash. I can’t think of any other reason someone would show up like four fuckin hours early. Unless he has no idea what a clock is? Just senses the time by licking his finger and feeling the air or some shit.”

“Gross. But yeah, probably.” Karkat says with a look of disgust. He'd never thought about it that way, but that's probably a good thing. If he'd known that was the guys intention he'd probably get the urge to murder him. 

“Instead he got two random dudes absolutely serving his ass to him on the Wii.” Dave says triumphantly and holds his fist out for Karkat who begrudgingly fist bumps him back. He knows better than to refuse, seeing as Dave will probably just find a way to make him anyways. 

They both chuckle again a little at the reliving of this memory. See, the whole situation wasn’t all that bad. It made for funny moments to look back on. But they were both hoping you would get over this phase sometime soon. Assuming it was a ‘phase’.

Then, the boys hear muffled footsteps and the jingling of keys from beyond the hallway. It makes them both sit up immediately when they register, not noticing how excited they were at the fact that you were finally back. They sit on the couch, heads facing the hallway, anticipating the usual sound of the door opening followed by slurred “IM HOMEE”’s. But…

The key jingling goes on for much longer than usual. It sounds like you drop them, pick them up, drop them again, pick them up, drop them again, and then let out a frustrated/defeated whine. They share a look at each other and have to hold back their laughter listening to the absurd struggle happening outside. 

Karkat's smile drops a little when he keeps listening. "Are they alone out there?”

“Maybe? I don't hear anyone else.” Dave replies with a shrug, now also frowning a little.

When the sounds go quiet like you'd given up, the two of them then stand up together. Dave grabs his shades off the table and Karkat fixes his shirt a bit before they both head down the hallway towards the front door.

You’re still lazily trying at the lock, and groaning quietly to yourself as you continue to struggle. Dave is the first one to reach the door as he unlocks the 3 different locks (thanks to Dirk. god knows why he wanted to install that many.), finally opening the entrance up to you. However, you were actually leaning your entire body weight on it for some fucking reason, and thus go tumbling straight forward onto him.

“Woah!!!” “Holy shit!” They both yell out as Karkat reaches out to help catch you, and Dave tries not to fall over at the sudden impact.

“Are you okay [Y/n]?!” Karkat shouts and is now helping you both to your feet. Dave steadies you as you struggle to stand up straight.

"Yeah I'm awesome, thanks." Dave answers instead sarcastically. Karkat only throws a scowl his way in response.

You look an absolute mess. Your makeup is running, there’s dirt and presumably wine on your outfit, and your coat is just completely gone, so you look like you’re absolutely freezing. Your feet throb with pain due to the uncomfortable pair of shoes you just walked all the way home in. Granted, you could’ve floated home, but sometimes that's more dangerous when you’re drunk. From your perspective, the room feels like it’s rocking back and forth like you’re on a boat.

“What the hell? What happened???” Dave asks, absolutely bewildered at how fucked up you look, as he starts to lead you further into the house. Karkat takes a look outside before he closes the door. No guy, no car, no sign of anything really.

“[Y/n], did you walk all the way back here???” Karkat asks as he shuts the door and turns back around to follow behind the two of you.

You giggle really hard suddenly, sniffling a bit. “Hejhe yeahhhhhh…. HIC.. buttt isokay becus iem ere now!” You say, strangely happy despite looking like you just had the most miserable experience of your life. You lean into Dave, snuggling into his shoulder. “an et wasn’t .. thaaat faur. jus like. sum blocks.”

“Jesus you must've drank a shit ton if you're still this drunk right now. Was it that fucking bad?” Dave asks and you'd be able to sense the tension in his voice if you weren't two sheets to the fucking wind right now.

You only hum in response, closing your eyes. Your weight is completely on Dave now and he stumbles a bit as he stops at the bottom of the steps. Karkat comes up behind him and helps to support you as the three of you start to make your way up the steps. It’s a funny sight. They’re basically commanding you on how to walk.

When you get up to your room, they lay you down on the bed and you immediately feel weightless, like you could pass out right there. Were your blankets always this soft? What brand of laundry detergent have you been using? This shit smells and feel awesome.

This is what you're vaguely mumbling and giggling about to yourself as your two friends just watch you in concerned shock.

Dave is pissed. It’s almost like the roles are reversed, since Karkat was usually the one to get pissed off about shit like this, but even he’s more worried right now. Worried about both you and Dave, because if he can sense his anger just from looking at his shade-covered face then it must be bad.

“[Y/n], why the fuck would you walk all the way here alone absolutely shit faced??? Are you fucking stupid? Do you know what could’ve happened to you?!” He shouts at you, and you flinch a little at his volume.

It’s quiet after, even Karkat just stands beside him and watches, since he couldn’t have summed it up better really.

You don’t answer, and you’re smiling while you’re slowly falling asleep, which sets him off. He goes and sits next to you on the bed, pulling you to sit up-right by the shoulders. You groan a bit at the sudden man-handling, but you don't really open your eyes to look at him. 

“Hey! You don't get to fall asleep yet, we need an explanation.” He says firmly, but that still doesn't seem to get type of reaction from you at all.

“Mnnnn… whaa?” Your consciousness feels like it’s fading in and out. You don’t even remember what he just asked you.

“It’s fine, Dave. Let's just let them sleep. We can grill them tomorrow when they’re sober and not about to pass the fuck out. Look at them, they can’t even keep eye contact. They look like they're in another fucking dimension right now.” Karkat comments, gesturing a hand at your face which, indeed looks like you're on another planet or being possessed or some shit. Your eyes are kinda open, but eyes rolled back and mouth hung open a bit as you fall out of consciousness. 

“Dude you think they're gonna remember any of this tomorrow? Wer'e all gonna be clueless as fuck for the rest of forever as to what the hell just happened tonight.” Dave argues, looking at his boyfriend. Karkat doesn’t have anything to say back, not really knowing anything about human intoxication. Not more than Dave does at least.

Dave turns back to you.

“[Y/N]!” He shouts suddenly.

“AH! H-HUH?!” You shout, bewildered, as Dave shakes you comically by the shoulders.

“WHY DID YOU WALK HOME ALONE??? WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST CALL US?! WE CALLED YOU LIKE TEN TIMES.”

“Bwuhhgg…. I jush.. dednt wana bother you guyss..” You respond slowly when he stops shaking you, now pouting. You're not making eye contact, but it can be easily passed off as literally not being able to. Your head is just flopped over on your shoulder and Daves hand, gazing lazily at your own lap.

Dave’s aggression very quickly subsides after hearing this. He sighs. “Dude… You're never a bother. You gotta tell us when this stuff happens. We were worried.” He tells you seriously. Karkat just continues to watch in silence since gentle heartfelt confrontation like this isn't too easy for him.

You frown, only humming lowly a bit in response.

“Okay??? Say you'll call us next time!!” He says, shaking you again, but more lighthearted and gentle this time.

“Mmmnnnokayyyyee! .. I will.. I will!” You promise and giggle a bit. Dave smiles at this as well.

Your face drops very suddenly and then contorts as everything starts to feel weird. Bad weird. The shaking Dave was doing had canceled out the room rocking for a moment, and then hit you again when he stopped. It's hard to explain. You start to feel kinda sick, and he can see it on your face, because he suddenly looks horrified.

“Ughhgg…” You groan as you lurch forward a bit. Dave immediately stands up to grab your trash bin and brings it over to you. He puts it in your lap, and you cling to it as soon as its there, leaning your head over the side. There's a moment of stillness as Dave watches to see if you're going to hurl right this second. When it seems like it was a false alarm, or at least is gonna take a while, Dave turns to Karkat and lays a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey just watch them for a sec. I'll be right back.” He says and with that he leaves the room and heads downstairs. Karkat nods and takes a seat next to you where Dave just was. He watches you sit there wrapped around the trash can, face contorting and relaxing as you try not to lose your dinner.

“Was the date really that fucking bad?” He finally asks after a while of watching you. 

You glance over at him from your current position. The two of you lock eyes for a moment, and you slowly nod, keeping the same facial expression. He sighs.

“Kartkat…” You say quietly. He keeps his gaze on you, nodding slightly at his name. The gaze you two share seems really intimate for some reason. From his point of view you look so innocent, sweet. You look- “I.. I’m shorry-HUGGHHHGGGG”

And now you are barfing. Karkat immediately gags and turns away, having to watch that disgusting show of vomit leave your body. You can’t say this is your most graceful moment. You cough and gag a bit until your body settles down and all that's left is the burn of acid down your throat.

There’s a dead silence as you both sit there, motionless, too scared to move for different reasons. Then you’re throwing up again with a loud hurl. More coughing and gagging, and then the silence returns. It lasts for a while before you decide to speak again.

“Karkkaat.." You groan, the soreness from your throat making speaking kinda painful. "I'm ssorrryHICsorryyy.. Ughh”

“For what? Other than making me watch that just now.” He says, still not looking at you, avoiding the last incident from happening again.

You groan again. “Ffor.. Making youu worry… An dave-“ You gag like you’re going to throw up again, and Karkat flinches, but nothing happens. You whine a bit, clearly in pain, though obviously self-inflicted. Still, it makes something tug at Karkat's heart.

“Its fine, [Y/n]. Just maybe… Don't get this fucked up again?” He says, and he can hear the rustling of the plastic bag in the trash as you nod against it. “Or like, maybe make sure you tell us if you do.” He adds.

“Mmmmnn.. its.. iss embarassig..” You’re really leaning your face completely on the side of the bin, squishing your cheek and your words.

“Yeah, it is. I don't really know why you keep doing it, honestly. I'm pretty sure you had never even touched alcohol before six months ago.“ He comments firmly. There’s a pause. ”You’re better than this.”

His last phrase stings and makes you quite sad. You're disappointed in yourself, for disappointing them, for making them worried. You suppose you thought maybe they wouldn't care this much about you anymore, but you know in reality that's silly. It's just much easier to hurt yourself when you don't have to think about how it'll affect other people, right? You convinced yourself that they moved onto matespritship together and left you behind, but that's not true, they're still your morails. You are their concern, and it's not a burden because they choose to do it. There's a lump in your stomach as you realize that still means they can still choose not to, and perhaps they might after tonight.

Right now, you’re not even sure when or how this substance abuse really started either. You try to pinpoint it in your mind, but it’s hard in your current state. You know it’s never been this bad. You’re pretty sure.

“But, yknow, I get it.” Karkat adds suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. You curiously perk your head up a little, gazing at him as he now stares forward. You’re really admiring his face right now more than you usually do, or more like you’re allowing yourself to. Karkat is really very charming up close, his facial features round and soft, contradicting his constant demeanor. And his teeth… You’re staring at his lips now. You can’t make yourself look away. “It's hard to break out of self-inflicted bad habits. Nobody’s perfect, [Y/n]. I mean, you know that. Hell, I’d be the last person to say I'm without flaws, right? I just… Want to know why you’re doing this…”

He turns to make eye contact with you again. You stare deep into his eyes, and it pulls at your heart strings. The intoxication is making it hard for you to hold back the things you usually do. It’s making the pain, and the guilt, and the longing worse. You wish you could tell him. You wish you could just say it and get it over with.

You let go of the bin with one hand and place it gently on top of Karkats, who flinches slightly. You watch him glance at his hand and and then back up at you. You keep a soft gaze with him as you feel his fingers move to intertwine with yours. 

Right, Karkat is your morail. He's been your morail since the meteor. You two have been through it all together, the creation of this universe itself. He's here for you, he's not going anywhere. You're reminded of the first time Karkat and you shared an intimate moment like this, though much more wholesome. Karkat's dark bedroom, only illuminated by the light of a small screen playing some movie neither of you bothered to pay attention to. That day with his warm hand in yours, the other on your cheek as your foreheads touch and you're so close you can feel the heat radiating from him. Suddenly you're 16 again, crying and confiding in the only person you've ever been intimate with in a not-quite-romantic, but not-quite-not-romantic way.

You get it now, it's different. Moirallegience was great, and you're so grateful Karkat taught you about it, but it's not what you wanted. Maybe it's what you needed at the time, when you were a kid dealing and with everything that happened, and you're thankful you had it. But it's different now. You yearn for more... You flipped quadrants. You're totally flushed for him. You knew this, but it's finally solidified in your mind. You can't stay pale if this is really what you want.

“Karkat…… Mmm..I..” You start, but your words fall short for a moment as Karkat reaches over with his other hand and wipes some tears from your face that you hadn't realized had started falling. He doesn't look at you with pity at all. In fact, once he's done drying your face, he goes back to gazing at you calmly, waiting patiently for you to get your thoughts together. You're not feeling nearly as nauseous anymore, but your mind is jumbled and you're not exactly sure how you want to say what you need to.

It’s silent. You can only hear slight thuds or clanks from downstairs.

“I just… I.. Um..” You stutter lamely, and Karkat nods again for you continue. You can see him giving you a look now that reads kinda like 'alright spit it out', because he's clearly trying not to pressure you, but no one likes suspense. Same as when someone texts you 'hey we need to talk', and then leaves you on read for several hours. 

You have to tell him. You’d never do it sober, but if you say it now maybe you wouldn’t have to think about it later. And it would just be over with. Karkat stares at you, waiting for a finished sentence. You glance at your hands again and think about how patient he's being for you right now. It all just feels so gentle. So different from how Karkat normally is. You feel extremely vulnerable in this moment.

Do it.

“I… thuh truth is..” You say as Karkat nods again, and as if feeling the energy of what you're going to say, he subconsciously leans in towards you. You can hear theloud footsteps of Dave making his way back upstairs now. Quickly, say it!

“that I reelly…… I really lo-“

“Alright. I'm back bros." Dave cuts in, making his entrance at the best possible time ever. He's carrying a handful of things as he makes his way over to your desk with them, not really noticing whatever type of moment you and Karkat might've been having. "What'd I miss?”

You slump back down onto the bin. Chance lost. Karkat looks a bit confused for a second at this and then shakes it off, looking to Dave now. 

“Oh, nothing major. Just them barfing their damn brains out and subjecting me to watch against my will.” He comments sarcastically.

“Aw what! I can't believe I missed that.” Dave laughs, and he seems pretty calm now, a lighter attitude from before. He approaches you, and you can tell he stops in front of you. "[Y/n] how funny was Karkat's reaction to you hurling? One to ten." 

"Seriously?!" Karkat protests and you hear a sudden 'ack!' from Dave as Karkat elbows him. "They're not gonna answer a stupid question like that when they're very clearly currently dying, asshat!! What the hell were you even downstairs doing that whole time?!"

"I w-" He starts, but stops when he hears you mutter something muffled into the bin, not at all understandable. 

"What?" Karkat asks, prompting you to repeat.

You lift up your head slightly, just enough to be out of the bin so you can be heard. "...Eight." You answer flatly.

There's only a second of surprised quiet before Dave snorts and lets out a laugh at this. 

"WHAT THE HELL?! HOW COULD YOU KNOW YOU WERE HEAD FIRST IN THAT DAMN TRASHCAN!!!" Karkat shouts at you and you just smile to yourself, feeling a little better again with this distraction.

"I knew it." Dave says with a smirk when he calms down. Then he leans down, taking the bin carefully from under you, and you groan as you have to hold yourself up again now. He offers out the biggest fuckin' jug of water you've ever seen and stares down at you. You stare back up.

“Drink.” He says bluntly.

“…Bhut I do-” You start to protest.

“Don't care, Didn't ask. Just drink that ish.” He orders you, still blunt, but joking at the same time.

“…Okay…” You reluctantly take the absurdly large container of water.

“All of it.” He adds.

“All uf it?!!?!” You repeat in disbelief. 

“Yup.”

You whine a little, and yet you still comply, opening the top and beginning to chug some of it down.

Then, he places a paper bowl with a generous amount of heated-up spaghetti and meatballs in your lap. You stop chugging to look at it, and then back up at Dave, clearly confused.

“You just barfed your stomach up, right? Gotta eat something.”

You look to Karkat now. “Is dis your-“

“Yeah, I made it.” He answers before you can finish, arms crossed now. Probably still pissed at you two picking on him earlier.

You hum quietly in response, smiling as you go to take a bite, and then continue to chug water.

Karkat watches Dave as he ties up the bag in the trash bin that he took from you. He cringes a bit at the perhaps sight or smell of it. Or both. Karkat would never say it, but he finds the way Dave’s taking care of you to be really adorable and endearing. This isn't exactly a flushed feeling, it's one he's gotten before when the three of you were pale, though they can go hand-in-hand sometimes. He's happy that you all take care of each other like this, but specifically you right now who happens to now be his only morail. 

“Where’d you even learn all this anti-hangover shit again?” He asks Dave, leaning back on his hands as he continues to watch him.

“Combination of tips from Roxy and Dirk mostly." He answers, taking an air freshener off your dresser and beginning to spray it around in some places.

You giggle, almost spitting up some of the water. “Hehe… akayay mum an dad” You mumble senselessly to yourself.

“Since you know Roxy used to be like a full blown alcoholic. And Dirk just.. knows things? He’s like an fuckin' encyclopedia as a person, from all the time he spent being… I don't know, chronically online and alone growing up. Comes in handy I guess.” He shrugs.

Now that you’re eating, hydrating, and seem to not be as out of it anymore, Dave comes to sit beside you on the opposite side from Karkat. You sit in silence, looking down at the plate, and basically just zoning out while you eat. Head empty. Dave and Karkat share a look, and then look back to you.

“Sooo…" Dave starts slowly "You wanna talk about tonight?”

“Yeah, what the hell happened?” Karkat adds.

You have to stop and think about it for a moment.

What did happen? What happened… what happened… Oh! …Oh.

They watch you go through the range of different facial expressions while you think, ending with one that looks suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“It's okay, you can tell us. Seriously. We wont judge you or any dumb shit like that.” Dave assures you. 

“Speak for yourself.” Karkat jokes.

“Dude!” Dave shoots him a look.

“I'M JOKING! WHAT, SO YOU CAN CRACK JOKES ABOUT THEM VOMITING BUT I CAN'T-“

“I whent off on ‘im… Got rreaaally mad..” You say suddenly, Karkat going silent when you finally speak up. You frown, and they go back to looking at you. Karkat puts a supportive hand on your back, and Dave follows suit with him.

“What'd he do? Was he being a dick?” Dave asks gently.

You shake your head. “Nnot reelly… he was nice… he jus…” You fiddle a bit with the top of the water bottle. “He sed some stuff….. about…”

The boys wait patiently for you to finish, but you don’t.

“About what?” Karkat's the first to ask impatiently.

You don’t answer. The silence is a bit unsettling. It's like something is bounding your mouth to stay shut, to not admit anything.

“About your music?” Dave guesses, but you shake your head.

“Your outfit?” Karkat tries, but you shake your head again.

“Then what was it?” Dave asks again, a bit lost.

It’s continues to stay quiet. You’re fighting off spilling your heart out to them right now. Literally as hard as you can. You’re gripping the water bottle now, with both hands.

“Just tell us. It's fine. It can't be as bad as you think.” Karkat insists, and you know it's not meant to be pushy or anything. He's just trying to assure you that you're safe to say whatever it is.

“Yeah, if you don't then we're gonna have to start playing charades or something.” Dave says, trying to ease the mood. It still doesn’t warrant a reaction, which subtly worries him a bit more. They both lean down to get a look at what your facial expression is. To their immediate surprise, you had started crying.

You’re not even sure when the tears started coming. Your head just feels like it’s racing and the intoxication is not helping you calm down or hold back, of course. You just can’t hold it in. Not now. And now that they see you’re crying, more tears start coming, and short sobs start to escape you.

“[Y/N]??” Karkat blurts out in surprise, immediately reaching for you to calm you down.

“Wait hold on wait wait wait. It's fine, you don't have to tell us then!” Dave stutters out in a panic as Karkat holds your face and tries to wipe tears from you, but they're not stopping any time soon. Karkat's touch only makes it worse, it just reminds you how you really feel for him. For both of them. They both think it's pale, but they has no idea how you feel! At all! You pull away from him and go back to looking at the floor, gripping the water bottle so tight you're surprised it hasn't exploded. Karkat wilts a little at this deflection.

They both start to panic a little, not sure how to comfort you when they’re not even sure what’s really going on. You almost never cry in front of them anymore, unless it’s about a movie or game or something. You used to cry on the meteor sometimes, but that feels like forever ago now.

Dave slides off the bed to kneel in front of you, moving the bowl off your lap, and taking one of your hands in his hesitantly. Karkat starts to rub your back where his hand has been sitting. Normally with anyone outside the three of you he's not the best with physical comfort, but he knows you, and he knows exactly what helps you to calm down when you're like this. 

“Hey… Hey. [Y/n]. Look at me.” Dave says up to you ever so softly. His fingers intertwine with yours now and you feel like you want to yank your heart out of your chest with how bad it aches. 

You reluctantly make eye contact with Dave. It’s hard when you’re not only overflowing with a lot of confusing emotions, but also quite embarrassed about this whole thing.

“Listen, I'm sorry we asked, okay? You don’t have to tell us. It's gonna be fine. Everything's fine” He assures you sweetly. Karkat nods with this.

You bring a hand up to wipe at least some of your tears away. You glance back and forth between the water bottle and Dave, then nodding. Now you’re also blushing from the embarrassment of having them tend to you like this. It feels nice, but it also hurts at the same time in a way that's hard to explain.

You glance at where he’s still holding your hand. Dave's hand is bigger than yours. Not in really in width, but moreso in lenth. You always thought his hands were pretty, slender and gentle in that way. You hardly get to hold his hand since moirallegience type intimacy doesn't come as naturally to you two as it does with Karkat. But there are moments like this one, where you get to connect with him like this. Your heart starts to tug again. You frown, biting your lip in frustration.

It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.

You’re gonna say it. Even though every logical voice in your head is screaming at you not to. You’ll never get a moment like this again. And you’re too emotional to even care about the outcome right now.

“Dave… Karkat…” You say in a shaky voice, and they’re both looking at you intently.

“The guyy… He was saying…. Bad stuff abouut… You guys b-“ You’re pushing out clumps of sentences between sobs, or hics, or inhales. “Becuz.. I told him ab-out… How much I.. Love you guys… B-beecause yore my morails… And.. An he said… That it was wierd… For meto feel that way… That it waasnent… moiral feelinngs.. An I..”

You have to take a break from speaking for a moment to try and pull it together a little, and wipe your face a few more times. You’re not looking at either of them, so you can’t see their expression. But they’re hanging onto every word, and they don’t bother to interject yet.

“He was jus… Goingg on about howw.. He was a much better optioun.. And I had to move on b-but I-“

You’re breathing heavy. And Karkat continues to rub your back, which is definitely helping.

You push through. You have to say it. You need to.

“Bhut I….” You squeeze Dave’s hand and your eyes shut, like you’re preparing.

“I don't want to! I…. I DO love you guys! Like love love… like RED love.” You declare finally, and you feel the biggest weight temporarily lift off your shoulders.

Karkats hand stops, and you feel Dave’s grip on your hand loosen a little. This makes you feel worse immediately. You retract from Dave’s hand to completely cover your face with both of yours. Sobbing continues, in fact it might be harder now. You’re a complete mess and you know it. You’re not even regretting what you said, you’re just coping with it. With the fact that the two people you love most on this planet and that you’re in love with, are dating each other, and distancing from you at the same time.

Karkat and Dave are just staring at each other, mouths agape, eyes wide. They have no idea what to even say, and the silence just warrants more venting from you.

“I always loved you guys!! Since the meateor!! I-I think... And then.. You started dating when I LEFT an.. You don't spend as much tiem with me so I.. TRY to find maybhe some one to take my miind off et. But it jus makes me feel wourse!!” You say, exasperated. You still don’t look at them. You can’t do it. The silence makes you feel like you’re pouring yourself out to a wall, and honestly you’re starting to wish that were the case right now. “I jus cant do it and.. IM SORRy… I'm sorryim sorry…… I should… Honesly I should jus leeave.. Sou then you guys can-“

Before you can go any further, you feel two warm embraces take you in. One from your right first and then one from head on. They both pull you into an unintended group hug.

And then… Silence.

Your sobbing and ranting comes to a rapid halt, your breathing still stuttering and gasping a bit for a few moments. You sniffle every couple seconds, but your breathing slows eventually. The embrace completely pulled you out of an intense mind space you didn’t realize you were in until now. The air is completely peaceful, and calm.

The feeling of both their warmths on you lulls you gently into a content, lovely feeling. This is love. Not specific to which quadrant, whatever you’re feeling right now, you just know it as love. You've always had this and it's something you don't ever want to lose. You lean into the hug, nuzzling your face into someone's shoulder, you're not sure which one's. 

After staying that way for what felt like forever, and yet still not long enough, Karkat starts to pull back and Dave follows suit with him. You were honestly so relaxed you almost fell asleep! So you’re kinda pulled back into reality again, blinking off the drowsiness.

Dave goes back to his spot sitting next to you, and everyone is still silent. No one looks at each other.

You decide you probably need to be the one to break the silence, since you did just lay a lot on them. But just as you think that-

"[Y/n]..." They both start at the same time, to your surprise, and theirs as well.

"No! No, I should-" You start, not letting either of them finish “I’m sorry... I dident mean to get so intens-“

“It's okay. Seriously. You don't have anything to be sorry about.” Dave cuts you off this time.

“I do thuough…" You say slowly "I shouldn't haave gone out tonight... Or ever… You guys always tayke care of me and..."

"Dude we don't mind doing that stuff, you're our-"

"Morail. I know." You finish for him, almost a bit coldly. There's a tense quiet for a few seconds after this.

"But... Even then is like I purposly go out an.. And get fucked up and jus expect you guysh to take care off me and it's- It's not-"

“We don't care!” Karkat cuts you off this time, very instantly.

“…Wha?” 

“We don't care about any of that stuff. We just want you to be happy. Or as close to it as you can be on this planet, I guess. We take care of you because…. We want to.” Karkat puts his hand on yours, but he doesn’t look at all when you turn to him. This hurts a bit, and you wonder why he's avoiding your gaze. Did your confession make him uncomfortable? Dave follows again and does the same with his hand, nodding in agreement, and you actually make eye contact with him when you turn around. Or you assume so, behind the shades.

Then after a few moments the two of them share a look again, but you watch them this time.

“Honestly [Y/n]…" Dave starts, but looks away again. "When we started dating it was because-“ 

“Wait. You're gonna tell them...?” Karkat interrupts, swinging his head around to stare at Dave, and then trails off like he's going to finish the sentence but assumes it's just implied. When you look at him you notice he's blushing slightly.

 “Tell mee... what??” You press.

“Yeah man, I mean, they deserve it. And I'm not sure they'll even remember this really anyways.” Dave replies, adding that last part a little quickly. He seems a nervous as he shifts a bit where he's sitting on the bed. 

“Listen.. When we started dating…” Dave starts and looks at you, but he actually can’t bring himself to keep eye contact right now. He lifts his free hand to rub the back of his neck awkwardly as he looks away yet again. “It was like.. a few months into your tour. It was the first time you weren’t living with us and it was so weird… It felt like. I dont know…”

“Basically it felt super incomplete and lonely without you.” Karkat says for him.

“Right… Even though we had each other still. Aaand I think that maybe that made us get closer?? Like trying to fill a void or something.” He continues hesitantly.

“Doesent that jus mean… You guys wouldof never haf told each other if I didn't leave?” You say, now confused. You're not sure if this is supposed to be cheering you up or if they're just confessing here. And honestly you're so exhausted, it's hard to focus on what's being said.

“I dunno. Maybe? But the point is that it happened because we missed you. Not because... You were ‘finally gone’ or something.”

“And it didn’t just happen overnight, either. It was... Actually kind of dragged out and confusing.” Karkat confesses, staring off towards your desk to your right.

“Yeah it was like more than halfway through you being gone. And we were talking about you right before…” He stops himself and clears his throat. "Well... Anyways we um. We never knew you felt that way so this is..." He trails off, failing to find the words and hoping someone might pick it up, but an awkward silence lingers.

You’re trying to wrap your head around their point, but you still don’t really see the difference that much. It doesn’t make you feel much better. Still, you guess it’s a sweet gesture. They're trying to validate your feelings in some weird way. But they've never really been good at verbally expressing these kinds of feelings, so you understand. 

Dave clears his throat again. Definitely not awkward the second time. “So anyways I guess... I'm sorry for leaving you out. We knew you'd probably end up feeling like the third wheel, but i didn’t think it'd go like... like this. Shit kinda flew off the handle.” He says, like he's wrapping up something here. Though you're still not sure what.

“Yeah. Same here.” Karkat agrees and doesn't bother to add much more, but you feel him squeeze your hand after a few moments. Too hard for it to have been meant for you. There's something still on his mind.

But, regardless, you nod and agree. This was a lot.

They never really acknowledge your actual confession, but you don’t push about it. You’re too tired anyways. It's been a long fucking night. 

You lean over to rest your head on Karkats shoulder, exhausted. He flinches a little at the suddenness of the action, but he doesn’t move after. Dave leans over too so he’s resting his head on your shoulder. Then finally Karkat leans his head back onto yours. You guys stay like that again.

You’re not really thinking about much anymore, having aired all your biggest thoughts/troubles to them. But the two friends beside you are having quite a lot on their minds. Individually, but they might as well be almost the same. If you could look at the three of you from an outsiders view, you’d see their faces look a little troubled, and you just look fucking tired. There’s stuff they’ll have to talk about later. Privately.

For now, though, you should all really get some rest.

Karkat lets out a soft yawn, which makes you and Dave do the same, contagiously.

“Alright. I think we all need some damn beauty sleep after tonight.” Karkat suggests, and you and Dave nod together.

Dave stands up, and holds a hand out to Karkat. He takes it and stands up, and you let yourself fall completely onto the bed at the loss of your troll-pillow. Karkat and Dave watch you for a moment, while you stare down at your white comforter, half-lidded.

Dave holds a hand out to you too. You stare at it for a moment and then look up at him again, puzzled.

“You wanna have a movie night?” He asks. Obviously it wasn’t actually a movie night. He just wanted an excuse to not have to leave you in here alone without having to straight up ask ‘hey, you wanna come sleep with us?'.

You immediately smile so big, beaming, and take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You’re quick to balance yourself, and Dave puts a hand around you to help you walk across the hall, while Karkat cleans up your room a bit more.

In the room, the three of you proceed to lay down, putting on some random shitty movie. None of you bother watching, you’re all trying to sleep as soon as it starts playing.

In your drunk, almost sleeping haze, you’re not really thinking when you say your last words of the night before you can drift off. “I love you guys.” And right before your consciousness is pulled out from underneath you, you swear you hear one or both say it back. But maybe it was your imagination.

You all fall asleep before the opening credits even get to finish.

The rest is history.

—————————————————————

Fast forward again back to the present.

Where we left off, you had just stormed off embarrassingly up to your room. You shut the door and take a seat on your desk chair, sighing.

This has just been such a bad streak of events. You want to ask Dave or Karkat what happened, but you don’t have the courage. You don’t even want to look at them now that they saw the video. But what did they know that you didn’t? It’s killing you. Not only that, but you’ll have to figure out what to say publicly. You’re sure people are talking a bunch of shit about you on the internet right now. Ugh.

You loathe the idea of looking at your phone, but you should probably respond to your friends. You don’t want to worry them anymore than you already have. When you type in your password, you can see a couple other of your friends have reached out to you now. And hen when you bring up your tabs to go to your messages, you notice the last tab open was your notes. You’re curious, so you click it, and it opens to a note you were apparently writing last night.

There’s a lot of misspellings, but you can make out most of it. You think it’s… supposed to be lyrics? As you read them and try to imagine what the sound you were going for is, you’re actually impressed! It’s pretty good. You could actually make a song out of this. The whole thing lights a bit of a fire under you suddenly, and you pull your laptop out of your drawer to add onto the idea. The lyrics were vaguely about what you’ve been feeling lately. When did you even get time to write this?

Just as you find yourself ‘in-the-zone’, so to speak, there’s a knock on your door. You groan internally. 

“Come in.” You say, against your own will.

Karkat steps in, looking a little awkward, like someone forced him to talk to you. You’re suspicious.

Neither of you speak. You just stare at each other. And if it were a staring contest you would’ve just won, as Karkat starts to look away awkwardly. This is weird.

“[Y/n]… Listen… About last night-” He starts.

“Yknow, I’m really not in the mood to talk about that particular subject right now. If you don’t mind.” You say harshly, turning back to your computer to open one of your editing programs. You know that probably stung. Morails… they’re supposed to feel comfortable opening up to each other without fear of judgement. They’re not supposed to close the other one out. But you suppose you’re not a very good pale companion lately. You’re not really good for any quadrant apparently.

Karkat frowns, moving over to a chair you have sitting near your desk, and taking a seat. He’s in your peripheral vision now, but at least you can tell he’s not staring at you. It’s silent as you keep yourself busy. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Out of curiosity, you sneak a side glance at him. He looks lost in thought, brows furrowed, looking at the carpeted floor. Your heart stirs for a moment, and you give in on this stupid silent treatment thing you have going.

You sigh, loudly. “Okay. Fine. What’d you wanna say?”

“Okay, I know you don’t want to talk about it-” He starts again, not missing a beat after your permission.

“Yeah, so much for that.” You mutter.

“-But I'm not gonna start grilling you or getting on your case or whatever. I just wanted to check on you. You know, because we’re friends? And this seems like it’s bothering you so-” 

“OF COURSE ITS BOTHERING ME, KAR!!” You shout suddenly, making him jump a little. Woah, not even you realized you were bottling that up. “I-…Sorry. That was a lot.”

You take a second to breathe, calming yourself. When you open your eyes again to look at Karkat, he has a familiar patient expression, willing to let you get ahold of yourself. You know he understands, and is letting you do what you need before saying anything.

“I mean it’s just…" You struggle for a moment to find the words. "I just can’t remember anything about last night, like at all! And then I see me being a total douche to that guy, who was really nice last I remember! And the waiter. Now of course everyone on the damn planet knows about it, and probably thinks I’m a fuckin’ alcoholic!” You exclaim, letting out your built up concerns. Karkat's nodding, listening to your rant openly.

“I’m gonna have to make a public statement, and call all my friends to have really awkward conversations assuring them that I’m fine, and deal with the fact that probably no one’s even going to want to go near me in a romantic way again ever. And… and…” You continue until you trail off and look over at him, dread in your eyes. You won’t finish the rest of that sentence. You just hope to god you didn’t say anything bad last night to them. Especially them.

As you two hold eye contact for a moment, you feel how he's pitying you, and you hate the feeling. Suddenly you hate it.

“Do you really not remember anything from last night?” Karkat speaks finally, carefully.

“Not a thing.” You say and lean back in your chair, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Well... I’d say that’s probably a good thing then.” He says simply, and you pause before you react, expecting there to be more. But nothing else comes.

“Why the hell would that be a good thing??” You eventually ask in bewilderment, swinging your head back over to stare at him again.

Then it hits you. Oh, god.

Your face goes from angry, to terrified in a matter of seconds.

“What? Whats wrong???” Karkats says in response, confused by your reaction.

“Karkat…” You say slowly, not removing eye contact. You move closer to him in your computer chair, until your knees are a few inches from his. “I need to ask you something. Tell me the truth… Please.”

“Uh… sure? Okay.” He agrees slowly.

“Did I… say anything weird? To you and Dave, last night?” Your question comes out nervously, and you have to look to the side a few times.

Karkat opens his mouth to answer, then stops. He looks like he’s trying to think of how to answer correctly. The hesitation makes you a million times more nervous now.

“Karkat!” Your voice snaps him out of his thought process. He looks a little nervous, and you’d almost feel bad for him, if you weren’t the one who’s dignity was on the line right now! “Please. Please tell me.”

He sighs, seeming to let all of the useless pent-up worry about something go. “Okay… I wouldn’t really say it was 'weird'. But you definitely… said things to us. The restaurant wasn’t your last breakdown, I guess.” He admits, looking away at first, but slowly moving to meet your gaze with a wincing face. As if you're going to explode immediately after hearing this.

Great.

You slump all the way back in the chair again, leaning your head back. Your face looks as pained as you feel to be learning this information right now.

"Sorry to have to tell you, I know you really don't want to fuckin' hear it. And also I know it sounds bad, but it really wasn't. I mean, everything is fine. With us, I mean." He adds on, correcting himself at the end there before you have time to bud in and inform him that everything is in-fact the opposite of fine for you right now. That's a little reassuring to hear, at least, but you're still dying inside at the thought of it.

A moment passes and you feel his hand very lightly take yours, like he's testing the waters at first. When you don't react at all, he takes it in his fully and caresses your thumb as silent comfort. You hate to admit it does make you feel a little better, but not much.

“What’d I say?” You ask finally, in a way that makes it sound like you really didn’t want him to answer. You think maybe he picked up on it, because it’s silent for quite a while. “Karkat, just put me out of my misery already.”

“Alright. Alright... But you’re the one who asked, so don’t get pissed at me.“He warns you and takes a a deep breath.”Last night we were all talking, and you said-“

The sound of your bedroom door clicking open interrupts him.

“Yo. What we talking about in here?” Dave cuts in suddenly, striding into the room at perfect timing.

You look over at Dave as he walks in confidently, hands in his pockets. You’re looking very not-amused at him.

“Well damn son. Am I interrupting?” He asks, catching the attitude.

“No, let’s just make it an intervention!“ You say, words drenched in sarcasm as you roll your eyes.

“Oh hell yeah.” He says and easily takes a seat on your bed, leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. Your eyes follow him as he does so.

"You want me to give a speech bout how worried I am about you? I can cry on command too. Make it two times more emotional.” He offers jokingly as he gazes back at you.

Sighing, you turn back to Karkat. “I’m not really in the mood for this. Kar, can you just tell me whatever embarrassing shit I said to you guys last night and get it over with?”

“I was fucking TRYING to-“ He starts.

“Oh, uh. Yeah I can tell you.” Dave claims suddenly, cutting him off again.

“What??” Karkat blurts out, at a loss at this. They stare at each other for a second. You’re only looking at Karkat, so you just see his expression relax after a beat of confusion. Then he nods.

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, knock yourself out.” He agrees, suspiciously compliant. But you're too exhausted with this to really think about it that much.

You lazily turn over your head to look at Dave. You honestly don’t care who tells you, kinda done with having this dragged out this long already. “Cool. Great. Dave, what’d I say?”

“Right. So. You told us about the date. And I guess the guy was cool, but then he started talking shit about me and Karkat? Just straight up dissing us or whatever. You said he was jealous that you spend all your time around your two awesome best friends. (Us). Anddd at that point you must've been pretty wasted. Or more drunk than maybe you should have been. So you freaked out in our defense? Which, I mean I'm flattered. But I think the wine in the face was maybe a little-“

“Wait wait..." You cut his rambling short, waving your hand and sitting up slightly. "That’s it?” 

“Huh?” Is all he can manage after getting thrown off his course.

“That’s… all I freaked out about? That he insulted you guys?” You ask.

“Yeah. And also I guess because he accused you of having a thing for us.” Dave says, adding that second part on a little quick.

You wince and your heart seems to stop for a moment. You move your head just slightly to be staring up at the ceiling and think about this for a second. “… Oh.”

Dave and Karkat stare at each other.

"Karkat said I had like a second breakdown with you two though. What was that about?" You ask further, but don't bother looking back at him again.

"Oh, that. Uh..." You listen to him start and then trail off for a few moments before continuing. "I mean you said a lot of incoherent stuff, you were fucking slammed. But, I got kinda pissed because you walked home alone without contacting us at all like a dumbass. No offense sober [Y/n]. And then after we got you settled we asked what happened, you told us, and then you... You just were freaking out and babbling a bunch of stuff about that dude and how he was wrong and... We tried to calm you down, but a lot of it was just kind of nonsense. It wasn't anything with any real substance. I think." 

You take just a moment to think about this. You guess that makes sense. You don't think you've ever been that intoxicated, and someone that far-gone probably wouldn't be making much sense at all. You must've just thrown some weird fit and been probably very annoying to deal with. Your stomach churns with embarrassment. Of course, he could be fudging the truth, telling you what you want to hear. But you don't entertain that thought for more than even a second because, no. Just no. You don't want to think about this anymore, and you don't want to keep questioning your friends. 

“So… that’s all?” You say finally, not investigating the subject further to your Dave's relief.

There’s another quick silence, but Dave cuts it off before it can get too hesitant. “Yep.”

“Oh. Well that’s not so bad… I mean, still embarrassing, but… better than I thought.” You comment. 

Dave watches your expression carefully. “What did you think you said?”

Of course, he knows what you thought you said. They both do. Because you did say it. But Dave figured that maybe things would be better if you didn’t know about it. If anything, you should get the dignity of getting to confess sober. Knowing you, if you found out that you said you loved them while blackout drunk, you’d probably feel super embarrassed and awkward around them all the time. And… they still hadn’t talked about how they feel about it. If anything, this morning has made things more awkward between the two that were actually dating. Before coming up stairs, they were basically avoiding the topic, and decided to just check on you instead.

“Uh…” You continue to stare at your ceiling, and you play with your hands. You try to think of how you should respond for a moment. “I don’t know… you can say a lot of crazy things when you’re drunk. Even if I had said something weird, it could’ve been totally untrue or random. But I still wanted to know.” You force a laugh a little.

Now Dave’s wondering if he had told you, if you would’ve played it off as untrue or owned up to it.

Karkat on the other hand is still confused (and a little pissed) as to why Dave is even lying to you right now. If you had bothered to look over, you'd catch the look he's giving Dave as if he's trying to turn him to damn stone. He thought you did deserve to know, since he would most definitely want to be told if he said some embarrassing shit if he was in your situation. But he doesn’t dare say anything, since you already seemed to feel better about the situation.

…

Actually… fuck that, he thinks.

“[Y/n]. That’s not the only thing you said.” He says suddenly and your body goes still and cold. You look over at him, confused.

“You also…” Karkat slows his sentence as Dave starts to shake his head at him from behind you, signaling to stop with his hands. He seems to consider it for a second, and then rolls his eyes, annoyed. “You said that you were upset about us spending less time with you. And something about being the 'third wheel' or whatever. You… said you felt left out.“ He finishes slowly, kind of feeling a bit guilty at the sentence. 

Not the whole truth, but still enough to make Karkat feel better about the situation. If you were to read into it, you could probably assume other things you might’ve said that no one wants to mention. However, you have no desire to do that, so you take his word for it, pushing down your doubts.

"Oh..” You say again. “Okay.”

“Okay?” They both say in unison, again

“(Man we gotta stop doing that.)” Dave whispers.

“Yeah! I mean… It’s true. I have felt pretty left out and kinda lonely lately. Probably why I go out with so many people.” You smile slightly, looking down at your lap again. “You guys are just… so cute… together! So… I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you guys to spend time with me. I try to give you your space.”

“Dude if we didn’t like spending time with you, we all wouldn't all be stuffed in this house together. We don't need you to be gone every other night just to give us some space.” Dave reassures you.

“I’m pretty sure it’s more than that, dave.” Karkat interjects. You both look over at him curiously. “It's not that they're going out to give us space. They’re saying they don’t like feeling alone when they’re trying to give us space. So they’re trying to distract themselves while looking for their own matesprit.”

He stops for a second to make eye contact with you, giving you a kind of sympathetic expression. "[Y/n], you've just been feeling lonely, right? Like you have to stay on the sidelines or something." Even though it was a question, he continues, guiltily shifting his gaze to the floor in between his feet. "And I'm sorry. I know we're both your moirails technically, but I'm the only actual troll here, I shouldn't make mistakes like that. You shouldn't have had to feel that way this whole time. I was an idiot for that."

Your heart tugs and you get the immediate urge to lunge at him and hold him the second you watch his ears droop and hear the guilty tone in his voice. You definitely don't want him feeling like this is his fault at all. 

"Karkat..." You start, moving to him and placing a gentle hand on his knee. He looks at your hand, and then up at you with just about the cutest face you think you've ever seen. It's literally just his face. But his sad-puppy expression, the ears, the close proximity. You find yourself examining his features in a familiar way from the last night that you can't remember. You feel your face heating up, and immediately remind yourself of what you were just about to say. 

"You're not at fault for this. Neither of you are it's..." You trail off for a moment. Is Karkat blushing at you right now? He never does that, or not like this at least. This feels dif- Nope, shaking that off. Not thinking about that. You turn your chair to be facing both of them again. Dave is leaning back now slightly with his arms rested behind him, staring at you two with his head leaning down on his shoulder. 

"I want to say it's my fault, but... This is just how it is, right? I mean our whole dynamic was bound to get fucked up when you guys started dating. We never even talked about how this screwed our whole moirail quadrant deal." You say, addressing the situation as a whole instead of comforting Karkat like you wanted to. Normally it's not a problem, but it gets so awkward like that now when your try. This is exactly what you're talking about. 

"Yeah well, wasn't our quadrant thing kinda fucked from the start? I don't think it usually works like that for trolls, right?" Dave comments, turning to Karkat at that last part who nods. 

"Yeah we made a lot of exceptions and our own rules basically. This definitely wouldn't be an issue on Alternia." Karkat agrees. "But, you're right. We really should have talked this shit out. I can't be upset with the way you reacted or how this ended up. I get it." 

You sigh, leaning back in your chair a bit like a deflating ballon. "So, what now?" You ask quietly.

 Dave sits up completely, taking in a deep breath. "Okay. Well. We can talk about all the quadrant stuff and get that figured out later today. Or this week. However long we need." He starts and you nod. "But for now I just want to make sure you're good... You good?"

You smile, breathing out your nose in a fond gesture. "Yeah, I'm good. We'll figure this out, right? " You say and look to Karkat as well, who nods back at you, if not somewhat sadly. He must still feel guilty.

"Right. And earlier I was just saying, you don't have to worry that much about giving us space. We probably need it sometimes, but if you're feeling lonely you can always come chill with us. I mean we'll figure this all out later, I said that already but. We care about you, man. Like, a stupid amount. Y'know Karkat almost went into cardiac arrest from worry waiting for you last night?"

"I DID NOT!! AND YOU WERE WORRIED TOO NOOKWAD!" He shouts back indignantly. Dave holds up his hands in defense and you laugh.

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry for worrying you guys, by the way." You say before Dave can whip out some witty response to what Karkat said because you know he was about to.

"It's cool. But... Maybe chill with the alcohol? Shits starting to fuck you up and it's painful to watch. Reminds me of Rose for that short time on the meteor, but like, now add way more dangerous possible scenarios because we're not forced in one building together with a population of like ten teenagers anymore."

You feel your face heat up again thinking about it. Yeah, it has been kind of shameful. It started off as just innocent fun, but it's gotten pretty out of hand. You nod slowly. “Right. Yeah, I’m definitely quitting that shit today.”

“Also. Maybe take a break from searching for a matesprite?? You can definitely find someone worthy of that quadrant without literally hunting them down. That shit never works.” Karkat adds.

You laugh a little, nodding again. “Yeah. That too. I probably need a break after this anyways.”

The atmosphere of the room seems to calm now, leaving you all pretty chill. You still have a lot to figure out and discuss, but this is a good start. It feels nice to have even a little bit of what you've been agonizing about off your shoulders.

“Damn this really did turn into an intervention.” Dave says, leaning back on his hands again. You laugh in response.

“I vote we have one for you next. I’ll start planning the 'Asshole video game addict' intervention now .“ Karkat says, gesturing to Dave.

Dave cracks a smile and you join in. "I’m down! Let’s invite more people though. Make it a party.” You add on.

“Oh please. You know that’d just encourage him. He’d start challenging everyone that walks through the fucking door.”

"Okay, actually, scratch the intervention. Let's just hold a smash-off in the living room!" Dave says, actually sounding excited about this.

"Don't say it like that." Karkat groans. 

"Seriously?" You muse to him, pretty entertained at the idea.

"Shit, yeah. That'd give us an excuse to catch up with friends and shit. After we figure all this shit out I mean."

"How did we get here???" Karkat interjects, bewildered at how his boyfriend is now serious about this party.

All three of you chuckling now, start to banter back and forth. After a while of goofing around, it feels like the awkward air that’d been lingering for a while finally lifts completely. Everything’s back to normal.

Well, for the most part.

You get up as Dave and Karkat are going back and forth with each other now about something so off-topic to what you were just discussing. You throw yourself onto the bed next to Dave, landing face first into the covers. 

"Good?" Dave asks from next to you and you nod into the bedding. You then roll onto your back to look up at him again.

"I guess now I just have to make a public statement. And maybe call a few people.” You say, though you don't seems quite as bothered about it anymore.

“You don't have to do anything. Didn't you say yesterday you don't owe anyone any explanations?” Daves asks in more of a teasing sense.

“Yes, but I get the feeling I’ll have a lot less fans by the time my album comes out if I don’t say something. And I’m not gonna make poor Kanaya and the others worry about me.” You answer.

“So you're gonna start working on that album now?” He asks and you nod with a smile.

“Yeah! It’ll be a good distraction, I guess. I’ve been procrastinating big time.” You look over at Dave, and your eyes light up a little. “And yknoooow, I could still be open for some features! With maybe a rapper? Someone who writes their own raps all the time, but refuses to ever release them officially? Hmm???”

“Hey, that sounds so awesome. Tell me if you find someone like that.” He says back flatly, staring at you with a now blank expression. Damnit. 

“C'monnnn. Dave a song with you and me would fucking bang!” You plead.

“Nah. You know having my shit professionally produced is not my jam.” He responds.

“Yes, we’ve discussed that and I know Rose already psychoanalyzed you as to why. But I’m still gonna get you in on it. One of these days.” You say and narrow your eyes at him

“Good luck with that.” He replies.

“Dave, you’re gonna have to stop being a self-conscious wriggler about it one day. You know you want to do it.” Karkat accuses him from where he still is on the chair next to your desk.

“Dude! I'm not self-conscious, I just-” He starts, but both you and Karkat stare at him knowingly, clearly not believing a thing he’s about to say. He frowns at this and then seems to consider something for a moment.

“… You know what. Fuck it. If it'll get you two to stop calling me a baby and shit about it then. What the hell. I'll do the damn thing.” He concludes, finally giving in. You stare at him in disbelief and then absolutely beam, lifting yourself up off the bed. Karkat smiles slightly, admiring the both of you.

"Really?!" You ask excitedly.

“Yeah... what could go wrong? Right?” He says and definitely doesn’t sound very convinced as he tries to justify the decision, but you know it'll be fine. You’ll help him and it’ll be so fun. You just know it.

You throw yourself at him, pulling him into a hug. He almost falls backwards at the impact.

“Thank you!! Oh my god this is gonna be so good. I can’t wait.” You say while still holding him tight. He smiles, going to hug you back, despite his indifferent feelings about what he just agreed to.

“Karkat get over here!” You shout, looking back at him.

“Why? Im not involved in this.” He says, crossing his arms.

“Like fuck you’re not! You can uh.. Hey! Your boyfriend's gonna need a manager, right?” You muse and grin at him.

“Fuck no.” He spats immediately.

“C'mon dude. Be my manager.” Dave chimes in, grinning too now. 

“I'D RATHER DIE!!” He shouts.

“OH JUST COME HUG US!!” You shout back.

He rolls his eyes, but eventually complies. He joins the two of you in your agreement-hug. So sweet.

And thus, the curtain closes, bringing Chapter 1 to an END.

Kidding, there’s no curtain. This is the end of Chapter 1 though.

See ya.

[CH 2] ==>

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Summary: On the run from the Avengers in your search for a way off Earth, you meet some mortal annoyances along the way until a certain blue eyed human is able to find you wandering in the forest. But can he convince you to come back to the Avenger’s base with him?

Warning: action, blood, fighting, Bucky doing his best, slight fluff

Masterlist - Chapter 3

So Bucky had been thinking.

If finding Y/N was only as easy as looking at her red dot on the tracker, then damn, he could just teleport to her no problem. Unfortunately the worlds technology hasn't yet reached Star Trek technological advancements, nor can he teleport. It's been a long hectic couple days trying to find her which is starting to drive Bucky up a wall, how is she so sneaky? He can literally see her location at all times but yet she's evaded him at all costs without even trying, she doesn't even know a tracker is attached to the inside of her jacket.

And the team, they haven't been much help at all. They've decided to listen to Fury's orders and stay clear of Bucky's mission when it comes to finding the escaped demigod and bringing her back to the Avenger's base. A lot of help they are. At least Steve checks in for updates when he's not getting pulled into a training session by any particular person of the hour. Maybe the tracker doesn't even work. Maybe?

No, it's Stark made. It has to work, this problem is simply Y/N.

Bucky pulls off to the side of the road near a little park in some rural town way outside of New York City where he knows Y/N went through not even twenty-three hours ago. He opens his door, slamming it shut in frustration before taking in a big breath of fresh air. The day is slightly overcast yet he doesn't appear to mind it at all, having the hot sun blaring down upon him never feels very pleasant. Then again, maybe he's just more familiar with colder temperatures.

A crow flies down across the vacant road from him, it ignores Bucky as it jumps onto the road in order to pick at some road kill of a dead flattened squirrel. Bucky reverts his gaze when his eyes soon land upon a bent wooden telephone line further up the road where it looks like a car ran right into it. Wanting to stretch his legs for a bit and feed into his curiosity, Bucky jogs across the street and over to the area of flattened grass and wood splinters.

He observes the wreckage. Its just as he saw from farther away, a splintered post with pieces of wood spread across the grass from the impact. A couple glass chunks shimmer in the few rays of sunlight peeking out from behind the clouds. There are tire marks imprinted into the mudded ground leading up to the post, he crouches down to get a better look at the source of impact.

A dog barks in the background, its legs getting closer and closer to Bucky until a wet slobbery nose finds its way onto Bucky's right arm. The face of a golden retriever greets him as a young man races to the spot looking very embarrassed.

"Trout! Get away from the man, be nice! Be nice! He might not want your kisses!" He shouts desperately, "Trout!"

Bucky pets the friendly dog while his owner runs to their spot before standing to greet him, "He's fine, don't worry about it."

The red faced man smiles shyly, "I'm so sorry. He gets so excited whenever there's a stranger around I just don't understand it."

Bucky shakes his head, "It's fine, really. I like dogs."

The dog sniffs around Bucky's boots before sniffing the skid marks, "Oh I'm Gio by the way, sorry about my boy Trout. I love him but he can be a lot."

"Hi." Mutters Bucky, "I'm James."

"Nice to meet you..oh..Trout drop that piece of wood you nucklehead it's sharp!" The dog stops before dropping the wood, it starts sniffing around the grounds again. Gio looks at Bucky, "It's too bad what happened here, just last night too. Thank God nobody died! It's just unfortunate."

"What happened?"

Gio nods towards the splintered pole, "Some nutcase ran out in front of the guy driving and then bam, he just swerved to miss 'em and ended up totaling his car and getting a bruised collar bone. He's my neighbor. Poor guy, never got a proper look at the idiot who did it either so there's no one to blame."

Bucky's brows furrow, "No one saw who ran in front of your friend?"

Gio stops a second to think harder on the matter, "Hmm...okay wait a second Nick did say this person moved like faster then a frickin' deer. They were here one second and gone the next, right into the woods."

"Where is Nick now? Is he okay?"

"Oh yeah he's fine, just chillin' in his hospital bed for another day until his headache goes away. Guess he also got a concussion or something, some shit luck I tell you."

"Thank you, I gotta go." Says Bucky quickly before turning on his heels and jogging across the street. Leaving a very confused Gio to go run after his dog again.

There's a hefty possibility that Y/N had absolutely nothing to do with anything surrounding that crash, however, Bucky has to know. He pulls into the Westonville Hospital before Winter Soldier sneaking his way inside and now here he stands on the other side of the door to Nick's room, 213. He knocks, a man answers and says to come in, Bucky does. Shutting the door right after.

The man lays upright in bed, sipping on a juice box as he quickly locks eyes with Bucky. "Hello." Says the twenty-something year old, "You a nurse?"

Bucky could have laughed, "No. Just here to ask you a couple questions."

"Listen man, the police already got my statement. I wasn't drunk...nor on anything at the time. I don't do that shit while driving, I wanna stay alive okay?"

"Right." Mutters Bucky, "I just want to know if you saw this person who caused you to wreck."

He eyes Bucky suspiciously, "Dude are you with the FBI or something? Cause the police think I just saw a deer but I'm telling you it wasn't a deer okay?"

"What was it then?"

The man looks from the door then back to Bucky, he makes a waving motion for him to walk closer, "Dude, this was some lady. She was so fast I never even saw her till she was almost road kill...then....and you're not gonna believe me....then I swear to God, she pushed my car." Whispers Nick before nodding, "Dude that's how I went into the pole, she pushed me and I lost control and BAM! Right into a pole. Asshole, my damn car is fucked."

"Do you know what she looked like?" Nick then proceeds to give an accurate description of you and all your beautiful chaotic-ness, who's apparently still not very fond of human transportation vehicles.  

Bucky then glances from Nick still rambling about you and what a dickhead you must be, to the window showing the woods and half a parking lot. He can't let you escape him again, you might end up killing someone next time and that absolutely cannot happen.

——

Stupid men! Stupid humans getting in your way! These people are irritating and bothersome, all you wanted was to search for the Ancient One in peace. All you want is to find her and get the fuck off this planet so you can confront your brother and...

"Miss are you okay?" A scratchy voice speaks to you from the car to your left, you turn your head to meet the face of a young woman looking at you with kind eyes, "You need a ride?"

"No."

She gives you a look, your appearance is admittedly more roughed up then you would like, but it's been a rough couple days since your last shower and you're technically on the run from Earth's Avengers. "You sure? I got room in here, and a nice place to stay with food and a shower too. Just tryna be nice to someone who looks like they could use a hand." You look like you could use a hand to the face.

Your brows furrow, she reeks of too much perfume and something else, "What kind of food?" You technically do need a ride and this may be your only chance to get one somewhere away from this place in the middle of nowhere. Also a place to stay for the night would be admittedly very nice considering you've been sleeping in trees and behind people's sheds.

Her eyes light up in surprise, "Anything you want. Just tell me and I got you."

"Good."

She unlocks the door, "Come on in. I'm Ava by the way. Nice to meet you, now I hope you don't mind but back at my place I got a couple roommates. But don't worry they come and go, they won't bother you I promise." You don't believe her, but hop in next to her anyways. She looks like she could use a better friend then whoever she stays with. You can smell at least one of them on her.

She gives you a strange faltering smile when you take notice of a nose piercing; she wears a jacket and jeans, although an odd tattoo showing off some line of numbers keeps itself on her right wrist hidden by some colorful bracelets. All in all she is an attractive woman. But her car is no better then her person, the scent is vulgar and repulsive but you're admittedly too hungry to care. Too much perfume.

The ride to her apartment complex takes about twenty minutes, in this time Ava has explained to you how her favorite food, chicken alfredo, is made. She also won't stop looking at the long mirror above your heads, it's like something keeps drawing her attention but there's nothing behind the car of any important significance. Maybe that's just a human thing?

Eventually she takes a couple turns that passes more street stores, houses, and apartments until she drives near a gas station and takes a left for an apartment building of reddish brick that looks like a shitty castle.

It's nestled within the town, with its rear to a small park, oddly enough she claims you can see the city from the roof. Getting out, you watch as she shuts her door before jogging to the back and pulling out a couple groceries. "Oh hey there, can you get the waters, there's like three packs here but we can come back for them later."

You quickly walk to the back of her trunk and lean down to pick up all three waters with ease, her eyes go big, "Oh wow..okay yeah, that'll work." She shuts the back, you begin following her across the parking lot. Stomach growling.

Her wary eyes fall onto you, "So uh, you lift?"

"No."

She nods, "Cool cool, uh you from around here?"

"No."

"Okay cool, I am, well not originally...I was actually from Arizona but then I ran away when I was thirteen because my home life was pretty shit and then I met my boyfriend Jed and he took me here and..." Her face shifts into a frown before it regains it's half smile once more, "Doesn't matter now I guess, it's not fantastic here...with him. But I got a place to stay and a roof over my head and he gets me anything I want really. So it's not so bad."

You can't help but feel somethings not right with her, and this bothers you deeply, "So uh, how's your lover? Jed."

She frowns, "Oh he's nice....I wouldn't say lover I guess....and he's kinda older then me but it's fine really. You might see him, he comes and goes yunno?"

She opens the glass doors for you to walk inside, the area smells of stale air and smoke, "How old?"

She purses her lips together, "Not that much older, I'm seventeen he's just a little above that. But it works for us, he's got me a nice place and he loves me so that's nice." Her smile falters, you can tell something isn't right here but can't quite place your finger on it.

Ava keeps silent for the rest of the trek upstairs until she leads you down a long hallway to a tall white door reading A8 on the front, a small glass porthole in the center. She gets her keys out, "Try not to touch anything, he doesn't like messes okay? Just uh, follow me okay, he might have a friend here."

"Alright then. Proceed." She gives a little nod before unlocking the door and opening it up to reveal a large apartment as clean as a button, with the exception of a few tall thin glass bottles empty of all liquid laying on the short glass table in the lounging area. A large screen is on showcasing something of little importance to you.

Ava sets the groceries on the kitchen counter before racing over to the short table, "Oh sorry about the mess, please just set the waters down by the trash can. Give me a moment." You look down to find a tall thin metal can, doesn't look like a trash can but you set the three cases of water down anyways.

Standing in the middle of her kitchen she hastily rushes in to drop the bottles in the trash can, "I'll put the stuff away, do you-do you want anything?"

"Whatever gives me enough strength to continue on my journey."

"Right. Yeah okay uh we got," She opens up the fridge, "we got some burritos from last night. And fruit....a lot of beer....you don't want that. Here, I'll heat this up for you okay." She shuts the fridge and takes the assumed burrito to another square object hanging from the wall. She pops open the door before placing the food inside and shutting it.

She turns it on. "What is that device?" You ask a sit makes a strange vacuum sound.

She raises a brow, "A microwave." Voice on the tinge of humor, the microwave beeps and she soon opens it back up. "Here ya go! It's a day old so don't worry, still fresh."

She hands it to you, you look down at the warm thing wrapped in a brown paper, "Appreciated."

Your meal is well received and admittedly pretty delicious, once finished do you walk over to the giant glass window to have a look outside, you can see the tops of many trees and farther away across the greenery lays a city just as Ava had spoken of.

Maybe the Ancient One resides somewhere in there, hidden, but within the ginormous labyrinth of steel, cement, and glass. Farther down the hallway a door swings open and the pattering of bare feet is heard walking down the tiled floors of shiny white. This place really is clean, like a small palace for the mortals.

The man stops at the end of the halls archway though you don't care to look at him, "Ava who's the bitch over there? I thought Jed wasn't buying anymore for a few weeks." Whispers the man to the kind woman, Ava, who stands frozen in the kitchen.

You immediately don't like him, but stay your ground to listen, she whispers back, "She's a friend. Needed somewhere to stay for a day or so."

He walks over to her, "He's gonna be pissed when he sees your new friend here. If she's not here to sell, get her the fuck out before your man comes home tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah tonight. His trip to Vegas ended yesterday, he's on his way. Don't you know how time works?"

She shakes her head, "Guess I just forgot is all. I'll make sure she's gone."

He looks over to give you a proper once over, you can hear his heartbeat quicken, "Not too bad either. Nice ass, she looks good..real good, it's a damn shame she's not here to stay for the fun. I wouldn't mind a couple of rounds with her myself."

Your fists clench, you've had enough of this jabbering animal, "Oh really?" You turn around to watch as his eyes go wide when they take notice of the golden color of your irises, "What filth you spill off of that thing you call a mouth is repulsive and disgusting. Who are you may I ask?"

He quickly retains his swagger once again, he takes a step forward, "I'm Jed's right hand man, Antonio, I run this bitch when he's away and I don't like how you're talking to me."

"I'm not entirely fond of your existence. Leave us, I want to speak with Ava alone."

Antonio's face shows bewildered rejection, "Excuse me?"

You take a threatening step forward, "I don't believe my tongue slipped. You heard me correctly. Leave." He keeps still as a statue, mind still processing your words. Clearly no on had ever bothered to talk to him like this before.

He blinks and points a hand up for emphasis, "No whore tells me what I can and can't do in my own goddamn house!" He immediately rushes past Ava to grab something under the kitchen bar.

She gasps in surprise, "Tony no! Don't do this! Put it away she didn't mean it, she doesn't I swear! I swear!"

He walks back around to shove her into the couch, "Shut up." He throws up his arm to reveal a black hand held object that could be nothing else but a small gun, you stare at it in curiosity, expression interested and unfazed.

He doesn't like that, he tilts the gun at you angrily, "What's up now huh! You ain't telling me to do nothin' I run this fucker up in here! So you're gonna fuckin' listen to me you whore! I'll fu.." Antonio's body stiffens, his eyes go wide as saucers when he realizes he's not able to move, not able to speak.

Hands kept to your sides, you curl the fingers of your right hand to bloodbend this imbecile. Moving this hand to the right, Antonio's grasp is forced open and the gun clatters to the floor. "What are you doing!?" Shouts Ava fearfully.

"Teaching a dog a lesson."

Curling the fingers of your other hand, Antonio is forced to walk in staggered painful steps across the carpet at your will, Ava gasps in fright as she watches your little horror show. "Men don't treat their people like animals, you want to act like a beast. Then you'll be one."

His throat makes a dry crackly sound as he tries to scream when you move your hands to orchestrate a new action, Antonio is forced to his knees where he crawls like a dog across the clean carpet. A frightened man he becomes, his movements choppy and forced, body awkward and stiff as he moves on all fours. Proud of your work, you walk over to the man and crouch down to reach his level, "You see, the universe has created us all for a reason. Whether we are powerful or not, that control we have can be taken as it can be given."

He mumbles a reply that cannot be heard properly even by your hears.

"You know of your power?" He shakes his head as you smirk, "Your strength is built from fear and hatred. That is no way to find your place in the world, that is how tyrants lead."

Drool runs down the side of his mouth as his eyes look up to you pleadingly. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Shouts Ava.

You give Antonio a pitiful look, "I know. And this creature deserves more then I'm willing him to do, but because you've gained my respect. I will release him." Standing, you flick your hands and Antonio is released from your trance. He coughs and sputters in a curled up heap on the floor like a beaten old dog.

"Pathetic." You mutter dryly as Ava breaths heavily from the couch.

"Wh-what are you?" She whispers, "Are you a witch?"

"No. But I am someone who is done with this place." You give her a respectful tilt of your head, "Ava, I thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave." She watches as you take one last look around the room before walking towards the closed door. Turning the handle you're prepared to exit when she screams. "Antonio no!"

Boom!

The bullet stops three inches from the back of your head, whipping around to face your assailant, he fires two more rounds as you halt the bullets in their tracks. He registers what's happening and quickly chooses to pull the trigger again. As a plethora of steel flies your way, you raise an open palm that causes them all to freeze in place.

The room goes deathly silent before Antonio takes a single step and you've sent all five bullets straight through his vulnerable flesh. Blood flies across the walls as he slumps to the ground while Ava gasps in terror, too afraid to make a sound.

You frown, gaze set on Ava, "I'm sorry I had to do this in front of you. He gave me no choice, but I think this loss will not be mourned over." Your golden eyes flicker back down at the bullet ridden body, "A quick death is more then he deserved. So long Ava, be brave."

The door opens.

"What the fuck happened here?!" Speaks a man most certainly in his late thirties as he sets something on the ground, "Who's this bitch?"

Ava's expression shifts to fear as you let out a tired sigh, eyes set to the man you know as Jed, "An old friend." ——

Crouched down by a river, you rub off flecks of blood that dissipate into the murky water like forgotten memories. You just wanted to eat and rest a while as you gathered your thoughts. But here you are, you've killed two humans and have damaged a couple busses in the process of it all. Not to mention that one car the other night...at least that man kept his life.

This realm is complicated and busy, there's not enough wilderness to hide in and there are certainly too many prying eyes that can catch you with their small square devices easier then you'd like. Thankfully Ava had not seen your rampage on the internet so she wasn't able to instantly recognize you. Then again you weren't wearing your armor.

However your eye color certainly doesn't aid you in finding a way into the city close by, that's still too far for your liking, people will undoubtedly stare. At this point you don't trust a single soul, and anyone close enough to see your face would most likely report you to the authorities in an instant.

Your goal has been thwarted one too many times and that shit does not fly with you one bit. Find the Ancient One, have her open a portal to your realm, and from there kick your brothers ass. It's all very simple, well at least it should be. Stupid Midgardians.

Hrrrrr Hrrrrrrrr! A loud horn blares from within the woods to your back right, twisting around and standing at attention, your fists emit flame when a huge lumbering mass of metal rolls through the trees practically making the ground shake.

It sounds like a tiny thunderstorm, you've never seen anything like it except for when you where in Norway but that vehicle was significantly smaller and less loud. "God this place is insufferable." You mutter, annoyed by the less then peaceful atmosphere of Midgard.

So far you've evaded the watchful eyes of the Avengers for the past three days and have gotten nowhere on your quest for vengeance. And now this thing just adds to your stirred up pot of frustration.

Taking a breath, you decide to wander through the trees until you've found the tracks where that metal vessel was drawing its power from, oddly enough the steel bars attached to plates of wood does not give off energy. Strange.

Figuring it must be the vehicle itself, you sway your mind from pondering the idea as your thoughts drift to that of home and the necklace hidden around your neck. This valued object was your dying mother's, a heirloom of your linage, and a damn powerful piece of jewelry.

But your brother and his wicked ideas, he wanted to use it for his grant thoughts of tyranny and power over the nine realms. A fool, no one could ever claim such a feat, no place needs rules like such from one being calling all the shots. It's madness.

It's insane.

Shaking your head, you keep following down the tracks as you listen to the sounds of cars in the far off distance. Birds chirp and flutter by while minding their business in the forest, although you could have sworn you heard a soft thud in the dirt behind you. A shuffle of stones maybe?

A deer perhaps? No, this is no deer; halting your trek to the city, you place your hands upon your hips before slowly turning around, "I'd expected as much. You are a clever man after all....Bucky."

The dark haired man greets you with a shy grin as he stands there off to the side of the tracks, dressed in casual attire like that when you saw him in Norway. He seems genuinely happy to see you, "I wish I could stay away." Replies Bucky in a playful tone, "But you've killed two human traffickers and I gotta make sure you don't hurt anyone else. Even if they deserve it."

You scoff, "I could end your life right now if I wanted to, kill all your friends next and then burn this world to ash and dust trying to get what I want. No matter the cowards I've killed."

He shrugs, "That sounds harsh. I'd rather you didn't actually, kinda like being alive." He's such a smartass in the best way, yet you hold back a smile to keep your noble aurora about you.

"Fair point I suppose. This Earth may be greatly flawed, but I have no qualms with the people here but that of my own business."

"Right. Your own business, finding the Ancient One and dealing with your brother and all that stuff." Nods Bucky, "Y/N, you know we could help you..."

"I don't need it! I'll find my way through this planet myself.  Alone!" You shout, causing the trees to creak and moan from a surplus of wind that blows Bucky's hair about. He knows what you're capable of, but he has to try and persuade you anyways.

He looks almost apprehensive to approach you, "Y/N please. I know we all got off on the wrong foot, probably by a lot. But my friends are good people, we want to help you find what you're looking for. I promise you that." Says Bucky with a pleading look, "No lies. I promise."

You give him a conflicted glare as you think of your options; he found you somehow, he legitimately wants to help, and you desperately need a way off this damn planet. Maybe they do know a way, maybe they'll actually be able to help you, maybe Bucky is truthful?

He goes to take a step forward when you throw a hand out, "Stop." He keeps still as you take a breath, "Bucky, you give me your word?"

"I do."

"Promise!"

Raising his hands up, he gives you a sincere look, "I promise Y/N."

Taking a long moment to think over his words, you finally nod, "Good." He watches as you walk across the tracks until you're within a couple feet of him, he swallows, unsure if you might have just lied and are about to set him on fire. Instead he's relieved when you gift him a tight lipped grin, "Fine then, let us leave this place."

"Awesome.....yeah, okay good...well I'm parked back that way. We can just walk on the tracks instead of through the woods. Easier that way." He takes a couple steps back the way you came, when you don't move does Bucky stop and reach a hand out for you to take, "I'm not going to hurt you Y/N, I promised I'd help you remember?"

"I haven't forgotten." You quickly answer him.

"Good because I intend to keep it." He smiles softly, beautiful stormy blues focused all on you with a gloved hand ready for you to take.

You shake your head before walking past him, "Fine but I'm not shaking your hand."

Bucky chuckles to himself as he watches you practically swagger down the side of the tracks away from him. Quickly does he break from his staring trance to jog over to your side. The two of you walk for a little ways in complete silence until you glance over at him when your curiosity gets the better of you. There's just one tiny question you still need answered, "Well, how'd you find me?"

Bucky holds back a grin, "Your pocket." He points down towards your jackets pocket. Giving him a look of confusion, you reach down and feel inside for whatever he's on about, suddenly your fingers touch something round and metal attached to the inside wall.

Taking a hold of this odd device, you tug it loose before bringing your hand into the open, "What the hell is this?" You ask.

Bucky reaches out to take the object from you, he holds it up, "This. Is a tracker."

"That thing? It's like a thick coin, how does it manage to do such a feat?"

"Technology, radio waves. It's not my design, but with it I was able to follow where you went. Granted you're more elusive with your traveling then I'd first realized, but it did it's job...and now I'm here."

"Yes, now you're here. Maybe you really are braver then I first thought, or just a plain fool. I could have stuck to my word and killed you." You snap your fingers, "Just like that."

He chuckles, "I had a feeling you wouldn't."

"Oh really? What made you assume I would be merciful?"

"When we met for the first time in Norway, and later at the base. You didn't hurt me, well I guess I should say you didn't try and squeeze the life out of me. Or set me on fire.."

"I set your jacket on fire." You point out as he smiles.

"You did. I liked that jacket too." Muses Bucky, "Still, you let me live both times. Even let my friends live too, Y/N, I don't think you're so bad at all."

You hum in thought, "Your words are kind and humbling. But I do not feel worthy of such claims." He has no idea who you are, what you've done. So much he doesn't know.

Bucky frowns, "Why not?"

"I have done nothing but add more chaos to this realm with my existence here, I have been betrayed and for that I was filled with rage taken out on innocent people living their lives. I want to be worthy of what you say I am, but I am not." His heart hurts at your valiantly honest words, if only he could understand completely.

"Believe me Y/N, you aren't nearly as bad as you think you are. There's been way worse people throughout history here before you ever showed up."

"I believe your words though my personal occurrence's chance to lessen these people compared to what I have done centuries ago. Do not misinterpret all of what I speak, I understand there are always beings harming others for their own sick pleasure, however I did not frighten for enjoyment. Quite the opposite."

He could just about give up his metal arm forever just to know what the hell you're talking about. What kind of life did you live before all of this? Bucky soon takes out a small square device with his one gloved hand, "I trust your word on that. And hopefully we're able to help you...I just gotta get us a ride out of here first." He turns on a black screen and slides his finger across to unlock, "I have where I parked pin pointed via another tracker."

"You don't recall where you've come from?"

"Yeah, I mean no..no, I do remember the direction I came in, it's just I was running so fast to find you I forget exactly where my car is. Don't worry this will only take a moment."

Holding back a grin at the way he muddles around on that screen of his, you divert your gaze elsewhere to look around at the trees and other various greenery spread about as usual on a planet such as this one. It's fascinating, almost like that of your home world in Vanaheim. How you miss that place. The vast mountains spread throughout the landscape, huge lumbering trees taller then the cellphone towers you've passed, and great skies of blue where dragons fly at will.

Suddenly a stick cracks in the trees to your right, you turn while Bucky pays little attention, a crow flies out and into the blue sky it goes. Easy now, just a bird, nothing more. The wind picks up for a second and you can almost catch the scent of sulfur when a ball of fire erupts from the trees ready to kill.

The spherical flame screams towards you and Bucky, who's by now dropped his phone onto the tracks, "Y/N watch out!" He shouts fearfully, hand gripping onto your shoulder as you keep a strong fearless stance to the approaching flame.

Throwing a hand out, you divert the ball into the gravel where it bursts like a small firework, rocks flying everywhere as you stand at the ready for whatever happens next. "Y/N! What the hell was that!" Shouts Bucky.

"A scout. I think one of my brother's loyalists found me."

"A scou..." Another ball of flame soars towards the two of you and then another right behind it as you maneuver your body to deflect each of them in quick succession when out of the scorched trees does a smirking woman reveal herself. Her smile is proud and wicked, taller then Bucky she stands and impeccably strong she appears.

She wears armor closely resembling your own, but instead of blues, silver, and white. Her armor is black and red, silver replaced with shimmering obsidian as she walks into the evening light. Her eyes flicker gold like your own, she tilts her head at you, "Princess Y/N of Vanaheim. An honor to meet you, truly." She bows with mockery, you immediately despise her.

"What dog is this who speaks to me?"

She grimaces, "Aüla, master of flame, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I am here to bring what stolen jewelry lays upon your neck. What belongs to King Leyondros." She points a sharp nailed finger to your neck, "That, is a house Lavpranthus family heirloom."

"You think I was born yesterday? That incompetent tyrant who dare claim himself as king does not deserve what treasure I possess. He is barely a brother to me now, and you, what business do you serve?"

She smirks, gifting Bucky with a wink as she wiggles her fingers with flame, "He's sent his best out to find your whereabouts since he's exiled you. I just happened to be lucky enough to land on Midgard where wouldn't you know it, here keeps the banished Princess herself. I couldn't be more fortunate." She opens up her palm like a needy child, "Now Y/N, the object I so desire."

"You will die trying."

She holds up a threatening fist of hot flame, "I will be bathed in riches! I will be loved! King Leyondros will welcome his champion with open arms as I present him with the necklace stolen by his traitor sister! With grand tidings of her annihilation!"

You share a dark look with Aüle as you step in front of Bucky, "I do not care to know what bargaining from the beasts of this realm you made to find me. And I certainly do not care for the false promises my brother has warped into your mind, you cannot take my life and you cannot have this necklace."

She calls flame into both hands, "Then I'll take it off your burnt corpse!" She thrusts her hands forward causing a burst of hot orange flames to shoot like dragon fire straight for yourself and Bucky.

Anticipating this action, you create a wall of your own fire that shatters her advances, you turn to the wide eyed brunette, "Bucky forgive me for not handling this sooner. I hadn't realized she was here."

"It's fine." Mumbles Bucky, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he stares fearfully at the angry woman spewing fire at you still.

Focused back on Aüla, she suddenly begins creating whips of flame that crack and slash at the air. She throws a whip towards Bucky but you're able to deflect it easily, in retaliation of her advances, you thrust a burst of dusty wind knocking her backwards.

She tumbles across the gravel like a discarded sack of potatoes, jumping gracefully down from the high point of the tracks, you land nearby this hellfire spawn who staggers to her feet. Rubbing the dust from out of her eyes, she coughs, "Foul play Princess, I should have guessed you'd cheap shot."

"You still believe you're leaving here with my necklace?"

Leaving her charcoal stained eyes be, she opens her palms to flame, "Well I certainly don't intend on perishing at your hand. I will get what I came for."

You throw a quizzical look, is she insane? Not wanting to ponder her mental stability, you use the gravel to crawl it up to her knees where it fuses and roots itself into the ground, she flails her arms trying to regain balance. Angered by this, Aüla clenches her fists, tightly hugging them to her chest as she concentrates.

A small orange glow emits from the center of her chest before she screams while opening her arms to the sky and with that her whole body erupts with flame like that of a Phoenix reborn. Tree branches and leaves alike are burnt and singed nearby while her anchor is melted.  Aüla levitates freely now, body a mass of hot flames as she stares furiously down at you with eyes of black charcoal.

"Behold the Phoenix! Now you will obey by law of the one true king!" Fire is thrown like thin arrows towards your face, again, easily deflected into the gravel below.

She chuckles darkly, thrusting a hand of intense flame that causes you to fall backwards across the ground. Pushing yourself up by the pads of your hands, she takes this vulnerable moment to race after Bucky with wings of fire.

Face contorted like a melted candle, her arms open wide as she prepares to embrace Bucky to the flames. Jumping up, you bend your arms, moving them in opposite directions on a linear path to conjure some type of protection. Aüla slams into an enchanted force field of dark blues that sends her flailing backwards like a bursting firework.

Regaining her balance, she levitates, scowling in disgust, "You? Would protect this mortal man?"

Your gaze falls onto Bucky, he's standing there, expression fearful and wide as he looks at you desperately. You take a step forward, "I will."

"But why? He is nothing compared to you, to us, he's simply an insect on a leaf."

"He is someone who has showed me more kindness in the last couple days then some of my own people have in the past hundred years!" You shout furiously before using your magic to paralyze her like you did with Wanda and Vision.

She struggles to move but all efforts are unfruitful, "Do not! Don't. You. Dare!" She screams as you take another fearless step towards her, raising your hands in a beautiful fluid motion, her obsidian irises flash with terror.

"Aüla, Phoenix of Vanaheim, I admire your efforts and valor. But I am not so merciful when my life as been threatened, as someone of these nine realms with some type of authority still. I, Y/N Lavpranthus of Vanaheim, condemn you to die." Your golden eyes flash with a noble flair of judgment while your hands sway like subtle waves on a beach.

"No. No. Nooo..." Her screams are eradicated when a burst of water consumes her entire vessel, she sizzles and smokes as you draw the river water away to reveal nothing but discarded broken armor. She never even noticed you were doing this.

As a plethora of water dissipates into steam from where she once stood, more liquid fills through the cracks in the gravel while you slowly wander over to the dark spot stained onto the center tracks. Kneeling down, you pick up an obsidian gauntlet cracked down the middle curve. "Who was that?" Asks Bucky from behind you.

"One of my brothers scouts. His best fire-bender.." You study the intricate markings that dance like vines around the metalwork, "..a phoenix in human form."

There is a long pause before he asks, "Why are you being hunted Y/N?"

You sigh, head bowed to the earth, "It's a long story."

Bucky frowns down at you, he's not sure what to do, but he knows you're deeply troubled by whatever events have led you to this point. A comforting hand rests upon your shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now. But I think we should go."

Dropping the broken gauntlet onto the dark stained wood, you stand, "Perhaps you're right. Who knows what else lurks in the shadows waiting to pounce. I'd rather not have you injured on my behalf."

Bucky shares a lopsided grin, "Appreciated. Now come on, I know the way home." Directs Bucky as the two of you begin walking down the tracks for wherever he speaks of.

Maybe these people aren't as bad as you'd first thought, unfortunately there are still evils that are desperate to find you. Until that time comes again.

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Bakusquad Crack Post

Sup bitches 🤩how’s your day been? hope its been good! Anywayyy i was listening to a “Rolling joints with Sero Hanta” playlist and this popped up in my mind sooo here’s a little Bakusquad scenario 😏

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Pairing: aged up Bakusquad x GN Y/n

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries

Summary: A smoke session with the babes turned into a chaotic mess 

Ights sluts lets get into it 😈

Sero Hanta is the stoner of the group. Period. 

He taught everyone how to roll up just incase he was too high to function and wanted to smoke more

One night he texted the gc asking if everyone wanted to have a smoke sesh before they had to study for exams 

You all agreed and went over to his dorm together

All except Bakugou.

He called all of you “idiots” and “dumbasses” for getting faded before studying, but all Sero had to say for him to come was

“Ight bakubro, if you can’t handle it you could’ve said that instead of making excuses 🤷🏻‍♂️”

Bakugou showed up within 5 minutes.

Once everyone was together, tape boy had everything set up

There were 4 joints lined up, hella snacks, drinks, video games, and movies

He even had the LED a n d Galaxy lights on

Lordy it was gonna be a long ass night

NOW ON TO THE FIRST ROTATION 🤩

You know how I said Sero is the stoner? yup uhuh he got the MF GAS.

The rotation was Bakugou, Kiri, You, Mina, Denki, then Sero

You all have a high tolerance so after you saw Bakugou coughing up a fucking lung, yall knew you were in trouble

Everyone coughed... except Sero. He just busted a lung laughing💀

So the joint is finished and you’re all feeling fuzzy

yes you’re high, BUT its not enough to get you guys staring at the wall thinking about space and aliens

Just high enough where time is slowed down and your body feels light

Denki randomly shouted to play video games and everyone agreed

Guess what you’re playing 👀

Ju-on. The fucking grudge game. 

Why did Denki choose this game? oh he just wanted to see if it’d be a scarier experience if you’re all faded

It was 😃

Kiri volunteered to play the first stage to show off his Manliness 😤

So there he goes walking into the abandoned building 

yall know how you can use another wii remote to trigger jumpscares? 

yeahhhh Kiri didn’t know about it... and Bakugou was in charge of that

Everyone was chillin, lowkey feeling at edge to prepare themselves for anything about to pop up

Here comes the scene where he opens the door and scary bitch is on the other side waiting to grab him 

K: “Uhhhh this doesn’t feel right... am I supposed to go this way?

B: “No shit dumbass, its telling you go that way isn’t it? What are you scared or something 😏 I thought you were too manly for this game”

K: “I-I’m not scared... just making s-sure.”

M: “Hehe you’re stuttering kiri”

K: “...I’m just cold”

Right before he grabbed the door handle (I kinda forgot how the game went oops 😅) bakubitch tiggered a jumpscare

K: “Okay here I g- what the fuck 😃”

It didn’t work.

K: “Oh that wasn’t too bad! The games gonna have to try harder if it wants to scare m- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”

Scary bitch popped up outta no where and grabbed him

S: “DUDE FUCKING RUN AWAY”

Y/N: “KIRI THE BITCH IS RIGHT THERE WHY AREN’T YOU DOING ANYTHING”

K: “FUCK- CAN’T YOU SEE IM TRYING”

B: “BITCH SHAKE THE CONTROLLER. YOU HAVE TO SHAKE THE CONTROLLER”

K: “AHSJHS WHY ISN’T SHE LETTING GO”

D: “I-IT”S TELLING YOU HOW TO SHAKE IT. GO LEFT, NO NOW RI-”

Kiri accidentally punched Denki in the face 🙃

All: “...whAT THE FUCK AHAHAHSHAH”

yeahhh so thats how the game ended 😭

Denki was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened and why everyone was laughing at him

D: *in his head* “I just got punched square in the face 😃 and they’re laughing at me 😃 This is fine. 😃”

K: “B-bro are you okay 😭 iM sorry AHAsh its- its just everyone was screaming and AhahhAHAHA IM SORRY 😭”

Sero let him start the second rotation as an apology for laughing instead of checking up on him 

Honestly yall don’t know if you can go on to the third

Everyone was hella faded at this point

Eyes red, dry mouths, and hungry stomachs

Mina ordered TacoBell knowing everyone was gonna want to eat more than the snacks and you all sat on the floor munching away

You all started talking about stupid stuff:

S: “So like... what happens when we get scared half to death twice”

M: “👁👄👁”

B: “👁👄👁”

D: “👁👄👁”

Y: “👁👄👁”

K: “👁👄👁”

D: “I’ve been scared half to death multiple times... im fucking immortal.”

After a few more high conversations Mina suggests to make tiktoks 

Have yall seen the tiktok where Mina and Y/n do the trend where they wink at the camera and all the boys are watching and Baku comes up to kiss Y/n? 

yup you do that BUT

When Bakugou grabbed your cheeks and went in for the kiss he missed and fell flat on his face 💀

*Cue everyone falling on their asses crying*

Best believe the tiktok went viral 🤩

After the third joint yall decided that the room was too suffocating and went out for a walk 

It didn’t seem like a bad idea... until you all got outside

Denki and Sero were singing “Milkshake” at the top of their lungs while wall twerking on the trees

Kiri and Bakugo were racing to see who’s the fastest but kept tripping over their own feet

You and Mina were recording everything those dumbasses were doing.

All of a sudden yall found yourselves in a clear area a bit far from the dorms

Bakugou laid in the grass staring up at the stars and you all joined getting into a little cuddle pile

At this point the effects of the joints hit at once and everyone was out of their heads

They felt like their spirits were floating out of their bodies

*BOOM*

M: “...did you guys hear that”

All: “yes”

M: “should we go check it out?”

B: “Hell yeah. What if it’s a villain? I bet I can beat their ass in less than a second”

Y: “First, thats literally impossible. Second, We can barely fucking move. How do you expect us to fight a villain 🙂”

A Nomu popped up in front of you

D: “Uhhh aye Bakubro... you think you can beat his ass in less than a second?”

B: “FUCK YEAH WATCH THIS YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.”

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HE FUCKING MISSED Nomu: “ERRHSJAKFjhuSGHD”

Y/n: *shoots up on their feet then falls over immediately* “DAMNIT I CAN’T STAND UP STRAIGHT WHAT DO WE DO”

Everyone started to use their quirks

Sero shot tape to the nomu

Denki sent 1 millions volts

Mina just kept shooting acid out

Kiri hardened up and threw punches like his life depend on it

Bakugou was screaming “die” and kept exploding shit

and You were also using your quirk to the best of your ability

K: *heavy breathing* “guys... i think we got it”

B: “Ofc we did... we literally went bat shit crazy on it”

When the smoke cleared it was still standing in front of you guys... unharmed...

AND IT MULTIPLIED

K: “😶RUN AWAY”

you all started running back to the dorms

well, tried running back to the dorms

Everyone was bumping into each other and tripping

S: “WE’RE GONNA DIE”

Y/n: “WE’RE NOT GONNA DIE JUST KEEP RUNNING... FUCK THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER

Denki ended up facetiming Aizawa in hopes that he would help

A: “Denki, its 4am what do you w-”

D: “SENSEIIII NOMUS ARE CHASING US. SEND HELP.

A: “Why are you guys out of the dorms? aND WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME USE YOUR QUIRKS. YOU HAVE YOUR HEROS LICENSE FOR A REASoN”

D: “WE TRIED. WE MISSED AND IT MULTIPLIED. WE’RE ALSO HIGH AS FUCK BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT”

A: “... did you say you were high?”

D: “IRRELEVANT. SENSEI WE’RE GONNA DI-”

The nomu caught him.

A: “Denki... Kaminari... hello?... *sigh* you guys are gonna be the death of me.”

You all ended up getting knocked out by the nomus and taken to the League of Villains hideout 

B: “...Never thought i’d be here again”

S: “ I still have the last joint in my pocket... ya’ll wanna smoke?”

Dabi and Shiggy stared at him like he was crazy but agreed anyway 🤪who’s gonna pass up a free joint? not them. 

So everyone got high again and chilled until the Pro Hero’s saved your asses :)

Oh and also don’t think Aizawa let you guys off the hook. 

You all got house arrest and extra BRUTAL lessons for the next 2 months 

The End :)

Yeahhh idk what this was but I hope you all enjoyed it!! I really wanted to write something angsty but as I was writing I couldn’t take myself seriously and ended up making jokes 😭

[ororowrites]

By the Open Fire - Yahya x Black Character

I’m getting back into the writing spirit and decided to write a little Christmas one-shot about my latest celebrity crush. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy Holidays! 

Warnings: Very, very, light smut, fluffy as hell

Word Count: 2,664

Six months was entirely too long to be away from the love of her life. 

Candace tapped the tip of her pen against the blank page, hoping her writer’s block would magically disappear. Being an actress was so much easier than trying to write a novel. Why didn’t Candace just stick to her day job? Since the pandemic began, she was trying her hand at other talents and writing a novel seemed to be the one wish on her wish list that stood out. On top of Yahya being out of the country filming for most of the year, Candace was in search of a way to fight a depression that was on the brink of flooding her life. Her filming project had come to a halt until 2021 and she was stuck in her Manhattan apartment until it was safe to come out again.

Yahya would be home in a couple of days and Candace was looking forward to his arrival. So many months a part made her heart ache and the heart below her waist. After hundreds of facetime calls, numerous texts a day and a few Zoom sessions that included their shared friends, her man would be there in the flesh. 

“Fuck,” Candace cursed under her breath. The block wasn’t budging, forcing the actress to give up and retreat to the kitchen for wine. Her phone rang, interrupting her attempt to brainstorm for the next chapter in her book. “You always call at the perfect time,” she groaned at her twin sister on the other end of the line. 

“Candy, you can never just say hello like a normal human,” Trinity laughed. “But did mama call you with the latest gossip?” 

“No, but she’s been texting me all damn day. I’ve been busy so I haven’t checked them yet. Wassup,” she pressed, knowing the gossip was most likely church related. Their mother had been an usher at the same church since they were nine. 

“Girl,” Trinity exclaimed, before explaining the recent Chicago gossip. “Mrs. Jackson got caught cheating with James. Someone saw them out at the park together, kissing up on each other and all that.” 

“Ewww, in this panoramic,” Candace gagged. “I’m not shocked though. That old floozy was always flirting with daddy and almost made mama beat her ass one Easter Sunday. Remember that?” 

Trinity cackled, “Boooooy, mama was about to peel that woman’s skin back and break her neck. Ol’ girl was trying it that day and knows she is too old to still be acting like that. But enough about Florence, what have you been up to today? Ain’t your man on his way back to New York?” 

 Candace rolled her eyes because she knew where this conversation was going. Her sister had four children, leaving Candace the only childless sibling left in the pack of five children. 

“He’ll be back in two days and then we’re going to Colorado for Christmas. Since we can’t gather for the holidays, figured we’d go somewhere where we can safely distance ourselves but still get away. You know,” Candace said, swirling the wine around in her glass before taking a sip. 

“Mmmhhhhmmm. You gon’ get knocked up in them mountains,” Trinity added in a serious tone. “You two renting out a cabin or something up there?” 

“Ain’t nobody getting knocked up until she has a ring on her finger. Yes, we’re getting a cabin and just chillin’ out. Yahya has been working and needs a break. I’ve been....lonely.” Candace paced her kitchen, trying to think of an excuse to end this call before her twin irritated her soul. 

“Ya’ll haven’t seen each in months, he’s going to tear--” 

“Trin!” One major difference between the two of them was the lack of filter on Trinity’s part. The woman would say anything in front of anyone. “Look, I need to go straighten up before before Yah gets here. I’ll talk to you later?” 

Trinity sighed loudly on the other end because she knew her sister was rushing her off the call. Not liking people in her relationship business bugged Trinity because she was the nosey twin that wanted to know everything, much like their mother. “Well at least you won’t be needing to replace the batteries in that vibrator any time soon since the real Dr. Manhattan is back in the picture.” Before Candace could reply to the vulgar comment, Trinity squeezed out a quick ‘love you’ before hanging up. 

“Nasty ass,” Candace rolled her eyes and placed the phone back in the pocket of her jeans. 

The next two days were the same song. Candace’s brain did not want to focus on writing, so she eventually gave up and settled on online shopping to ease her frustration. The night her beautiful man was supposed to return, the actress fell asleep on the couch. His flight had been delayed by a couple of hours and he didn’t make it home until 3AM. 

He quietly entered the apartment, knowing Candace could never stay awake past twelve. The 6′3 actor, tip toed across the floor doing his best ballerina impression. Light snores could be heard over the infomercial playing on the television. She looked peaceful, almost child-like curled up on the sofa under her favorite coral throw. Yahya slowly leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Candace’s pouted lips. She stirred slightly, mumbling under her breath and fell back into a slumber. 

“Baby,” he sung into her ear, placing another kiss on her cheek. 

“Hmm.” Candace finally opened her eyes to see her Christmas gift standing right in front of her. Even with blurred vision, the smell of his cologne was a dead giveaway. She screeched and scurried to her feet to throw her arms around Yahya’s neck. Naturally, her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked them back and forth. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too,” he grunted, peppering Candace’s face in kisses. “My baaaaaaby,” Yahya sang as they fell to the sofa in a heap of long limbs. “It smells good in here, what you cook?” 

“Negro, you’re always looking for the food. Ol’ hungry ass,” Candace shook her head and playfully punched her lover’s bicep. “But, I saved you some fried rice and shrimp...homemade because that’s the only dish I’m good at.” 

“Oh, that’s not the only dish you’re good at,” he bit his lip, pulling Candace into a slow, passionate kiss, showing her how much he really missed her. With both of them being in the industry, they understood the heartache that came with being in a relationship and not seeing your significant other for weeks or months at a time. In this case, their time away from each other was extended due to the pandemic. “Mmmmm,” Yahya hummed into Candace’s lips before pulling away. He wanted to save the X-rated loving for their trip when he would have more time to rest and beat the severe jet lag from flying across the world for 12 hours. 

“We should get some food in this belly, babe,” Candace couldn’t contain the big cheesy grin that made her cheeks hurt. 

------- 

Christmas Eve 

Toni Braxton’s sultry voice filled the cabin as Yahya finished pouring the wine for their night cap. They had a busy day on the slopes trying not to kill themselves or break any bones. 

“Baby, where your fine ass at,” Yahya called out, making his way to the living room. The fireplace crackled, sending waves of heat throughout the cabin’s living area. The sun had set, but the mountains were still glowing against the dark sky. Their view was impeccable and the mood was set for a night of bonding and loving. “Candy, don’t make me come get you.” He warned playfully, sitting in front of the fire on their floor palette they had built earlier that night. 

“What was that,” Candace teased, stopping in the doorway getting a front row view of Yahya’s bare upper half. His back muscles bulged as he tended to the fire. 

“You back there sleeping, old lady,” he asked, with his back still turned away from her. 

“No, I was back there wrapping one last gift,” she replied, her voice dropping an octave prompting Yahya to turn around. 

His eyes almost fell out of his head, “Damn girl.” Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved forward, inspecting the gift that was screaming to be unwrapped. “This all for me?” 

“Every inch of it.” Her words almost came out as a moan. The way this man was eyeing her had moisture pooling between her legs. The fancy lingerie wouldn’t last long at this rate. Words became an afterthought when actions began to do all the talking. All it took was a soul turning kiss to send them both to the floor on their palette in front of the fireplace. Candace couldn’t tell if the fire had her skin tingling or the anticipation of having his hands rubbing over the most sensitive parts of her body. The wine and fruits sitting on the mantle quickly became an afterthought. 

For minutes, they enjoyed exploring each other and parts they hadn’t touched in months. Yahya was nestled between Candace’s thighs, both of them breathless and horny. Candace’s lace get up was quickly removed and thrown to the side. She giggled when his lips grazed her belly button, those giggles soon turning into pants and whispered obscenities. With gentle licks, he coaxed her clit out of its hood.

 Toys were fun but they weren’t the real thing and oh did she miss the real thing. See, the real thing knew exactly how to pull her close to the edge before sending her back. Her man’s skilled tongue sank deeper drawing intricate patterns in her center as she massaged the top of his head with her fingertips. 

Candace’s breath hitched in her throat and her thighs shook awaiting the impending release. “Jesus,” she moaned as her body suddenly felt light and her center thumped. 

“Still as sweet as I remember,” he grinned, kissing Candace’s inner thigh. 

Another track on their Toni Braxton Christmas playlist began to play and Yahya rested his head on Candace’s stomach. Time was precious and Yahya didn’t want to waste an ounce of the rare quiet moment they had. Soon, they’d both be filming again and the world would be back to normal. 

“What’s on your mind, baby,” Candace asked, her heart and breath back to a steady rhythm. 

“I don’t spend enough time with you. At least not lately,” he began. “I knew what I was getting into when we were back in school. Still makes me feel bad though.” 

“Yah, I enjoy all the moments that we do get to spend together. You’ve been working your ass off this year. Yes, I would love more times like this but we should also celebrate all your accomplishments. Because you’re doing the damn thang and I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you. You always say the right shit to get me together,” he chuckled. “Sometimes a nigga just be in his feelings and I missed the hell out of you those six months.” 

“Yeah, six months has never gone by that slowly. You should see my credit card statements. I’ve never purchased that many sex toys in my life,” Candace covered her face with her arm. 

“Word? Well.... you won’t be needing those sex toys for awhile.” 

A smirk formed on her lips when she felt him bump against her thigh, “No, no, you just sit back and relax. I got this.” Sitting up, Candace placed a hand on Yahya’s chest, prompting him to switch her spots. 

“You are beautiful,” Yahya’s eyes gleamed. After all these years, he could still make Candace blush like a little school girl. “Don’t hide that smile, girl.” His large hands massaged her thighs as she eased him inside of her. 

They both exhaled, letting Toni Braxton serenade them through the night.

--------- 

Christmas Morning

They had finally made it to bed and got a few hours of sleep before Christmas morning arrived and it was time to get up for their next day of adventures. 

First, they needed to re-fuel their bodies after the festivities that took place the night before in front of the fireplace and in the bedroom. The shower also got some of their loving that morning. Candace could hear Yahya singing his own version of Joy to the World while whipping up his famous oatmeal. That man never knew the words to any song but sung his own words with all the confidence in the world. 

“Yah, do you ever know the words,” Candace questioned, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing a bowl from one of the kitchen shelves. 

“Nope,” he replied in a matter of fact tone. “It’s the Abdul-Mateen version.”

“Uh huh, sure.” 

Over breakfast, they continued joking about Yahya’s talent of making up his own versions of songs. Joy and love was on full display. They had always been the couple to roast each other and the next minute adore each other like the two biggest saps in the world.. Their relationship was built on a strong friendship they developed while they were in film school before reconnecting a few years later. 

They walked a short distance to one of the coffee shops near their cabin to grab hot chocolate. It was a chilly 45 degrees, but to avoid sitting in the shop, they walked back to their rental, taking a scenic route that Yahya suggested. 

“If we get lost or I end up falling off one of these mountains, I hope my family doesn’t kill you,” Candace joked, admiring the beautiful scene before them. 

“Oh, I know where we are. I was out here early yesterday morning trying to find the perfect spot,” Yahya replied. 

“Huh, perfect spot for what?” 

He didn’t answer right away and instead reached for Candace’s hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” Placing his cup on one of the rocks, Yahya pulled a box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

“What...what...” For once, Candace was speechless and caught completely off guard. 

“It’s hard as hell to surprise you and I’ve been trying to think of the perfect time to do this without your nosey ass finding out.” Tears began to flow down Candace’s cheeks. “We’ve been at this for a few years and I’ve had some of my best moments with you by my side. I want to make what we have forever.” He opened the small box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring. “Say love... would you marry me?” 

Being the goofball that she was, Candace laughed between her tears “You’re trying to get me pregnant on this trip, aren’t you?” 

“Well that can be arranged if you say yes.” 

“Ye...yes, of course!” Her vision blurred as Yahya slid the rock on her finger and stood to his feet to kiss his future bride. Moments later Yahya’s phone rang with an incoming Facetime call. 

“Hey Trinity, hey moms,” Yahya cheesed, turning his phone to share the screen with Candace. “Looks like you two aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

“She said yes,” Trinity screamed, jumping up and down with their mother. “Aye, aye, ayyyeeeeee.” 

Still in complete shock and happiness overflowing, Candace shrieked, “Wait, you two knew about this the entire time!” 

“Yep! It’s been burning my ass to keep this secret from you all this time,” Trinity teased, sticking out her tongue. “He took mom with him to ring shop last year and everything.” 

“Welcome to the family, son. Congratulations baby,” Ms. Fredrick sang, clapping for the happy couple on the other end of the call. 

“Now, I hope you two are using protection out there because having a baby before the wedding is-” 

“Trinity,” Candace called out, shaking her head. 

They should have followed Trinity’s advice because approximately two months later..... 

Hope you all enjoyed! This is the first piece I’ve written in a year. I have no idea if I’ m going to continue the stories I began before my hiatus, yet. But, we will explore that in the coming year! Who knows, we may get more Candace and Yahya depending on how hard writer’s block slaps me. May the new year bring you all peace and joy! 

[nightwingvixen23]

Robin!Jason : *chillin outside of his high school with his little circle of friends while waiting to be picked up by Dick or Alfred*

Jason : *takes a hit from a friends cigarette when spotting Dick’s car*

Jason : fuck, shit, here *hands the cigarette back*

Jason : *climbs into Dick’s car*

Dick : you knoooow I could have sworn that you had an after school activity today

Jason : yeah. . . *seductive look*  you

Dick : *staring*

Dick : *laughing*

Dick : yeah. sure. in your dreams

Jason : I’m not some brat, yanno. I’m almost 17.

Dick : you’re a kid

Jason : fuck you

Dick : like I said. in your dreams

Jason : yeah. and their pretty good fucks, ‘in my dreams,’ if you ask me

Dick : okay, stop talking

Jason : *crowded all up in Dick’s space* why ? gettin’ turned on, baby ?

Dick : okay. . . why do you smell like cigarettes ? damnit Jason, were you smoking ??

Jason : *groans* it was just one hit, shit. gimme a fuckin’ break

Dick : YOU KNOW WHAT CIGARETTES CAN LEAD TO ! LUNG CANCER, EMPHYSEMA , ROTTEN TEETH-

Jason : yeah. and the real banger, death. but I ain’t gonna die off’a one puff, hon.

Jason : *sly grin* and it sure as fuck ain’t gonna ruin a bit of a little make out session, a little tongue action. in fact, it adds a little spice

Dick : alright, well tell that to your girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whatever

Jason : Im tellin’ it to you baby, and you know exactly why

Dick : just what’s gotten into you today ??

Jason : more like what hasn’t gotten into you today. here’s a hint *spreads his legs* you’re driving it home

Dick : OH MY GAWD, JASON PETER TODD !! DON’T TALK OR ACT LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN !!!

Jason : like that ass is a virgin. I’m sure you’ve heard worse before and hopped right the fuck up onto it like a kid onto Santa’s lap

Dick : THAT’S IT ! I’m gonna-

Jason : you’re gonna what ? gonna ground me ? sorry. you’re not B

Dick : then I’ll tell B

Jason : *theatrically* oooooh scaaaaryyyyyy

Dick : it should be, he doesn’t like to share what’s his

Jason : . . .

Dick :

Jason : *blinks rapidly*

Dick :

Jason : . . . . . .

Dick :

Jason :  . . . . . . . . *gasps*

Jason : OH MY GOD YOU’RE FUCKING BRUCE BEHIND MY BACK ??!!!

Dick : OKAY JUST WHEN IN THE HELL WERE YOU AND I EVEN A COUPLE IS WHAT I WANNA KNOW ??!!

[pixelwisp-archive]

Hi Ori! Can I ask you your favorite selfship and as many headcanons as you want about you two?

Khooshaaaaaa thank you sm for feeding my hyperfixation on Makki 😩🖤 I’m probably gonna get very carried away with this LMAO I’m so sorry

-His contact name: ✨Fuckass💕✨

-My contact name: Stinky💛

- Pet names: Babe, Baby, nerd (affectionate), he’s also prone to saying dramatic shit to be dinkus like ‘how is the light of my life doing today’

-We have a fake engagement ring so we can fake public proposals for free shit shdfjsjdjd

- He def has a second TikTok account that he doesn’t tell me about and it isn’t until his series of “things my girlfriend cried about this week” comes up on my fyp that I find it LMAO

- in response, I start making those ‘guessing my bf’s replies’ and he gets lowkey so triggered lmao (literally just this )

-if he has thirst traps (which he totally does) I send them to Mattsun and Iwa and they stitch it copying him and making fun and theirs always goes fucking viral lol

- He buys flowers all the time but he purposefully picks out the ugliest he can find and he’ll made a joke like “they reminded me of you babe, heinous 💖” but in actuality he buys the ugly ones because he knows no one else will and he lowkey wants them to feel loved before they eventually die 🥺

- I said this before in an ask to someone once but we are the CEO’s of making fun of Iwaizumi for being such a gym rat lmao please whenever he so much as mentions it we recite the student athlete copypasta

- Stop Grinding?😂 The Grind Never Stops💯 No Breaks😈 We Stay Dream Chasing💪I don't get a break ✊ I'll be out here grinding 😈 Imma be chasing dreams while you're lounging 💯 the only thing i'm chasing🏃🏽😈is my dreams💭✊🏽keep grinding 💯RIP grandma👵🏼Romans 8:1🙏🏼busy?😂 you don't know🤔 what busy is 🏃🏽fam👐🏻 i won't🙅🏻ever stop my grind💯nothing gets handed to me 🙄🙅🏻‍♂️ I work for everything I got ‼️but we ain't done yet 💯😈👀 Nap?😂 I don't know that word😴 while you taking Z's 💤 I'm making W's🙌🏆U snooze you lose😤🤘can kill my ambition💯😈🙏🏻 i will never stop grinding🙏🏻even when im dead sleep is for the weak😴💯 U mean my TEAM⁉️ONE eats, we ALL eat🍽We out here grindin' together💪😤 THAT'S family💯😈

- also either one of us could start a vine and the other will finish it no matter where we are. 

- Me, from the kitchen: Road work ahead?

- Makki, from the other side of the apartment: uh yeah, I sure hope it does

-Makki, brushing his teeth: Two bros chillin in the hot tub

-Me, in the shower: Five feet apart cause they’re not gay 😌✨

- we like have passionate debates but we rarely actually fight??? Like it def happens but it’s usually over something stupid lmao

-  If we ever DO get into an argument, If I’m in the wrong I will literally crumble almost immediately. I will prob leave the room angry and in like a half hour I’ll scamper back out pathetically and the second he so much as looks my way I’ll just start crying and apologizing because The guilt eats me alive lmao.

-  If he’s in the wrong, there will prob be a short silent treatment as he lowkey stews in his guilt and I’m too upset to talk to him, but then he shoots me a link to a Spotify playlist he made from the other room 

- It would literally be something like this

- and I would forgive him on the spot lmao stop he’s so fucking stupid I love him

-  Tbh I hate the fact that Furudate didn’t give him a job so I hc that he does some sort of freelance work - either IT/web dev, video editing, or even a private tutor (or maybe he’s an overachiever and does all 3 💅 can’t stop him)

- He is such a gossip whore and even though I pretend I’m ~above~ drama I fucking live for the tea so the two of us are absolute menaces having gossip sessions after work like

- Anime marathons, snuggled on the couch, doesn’t get bothered when I wanna pause to discuss like every 5 minutes because I’m ADHD and a certified mess

- He has a Sixth Sense when it comes to me having a bad day (no dumbass you’ve just been ranting in the gc since 9am) so he always has dinner and a little pamper session planned on those days and tbh I WILL cry on the spot (I’m a crier if you couldn’t tell fklasdf;jasd)

- him, constantly: I love you biiiiitch, I ain’t never gonna stop lovin you, biiitch

- HE IS SO GOOD WITH KIDS and tbh I’m normally on board with the dink lifestyle but he would make the baby fever so bad jfc

-ok this is getting ridiculous I’ll stop now I just love him a whole lot 😩🖤

[they-callme-ami]

Double Dutch. (aka the drunk! Elijah, Aurora, black!MC and Tobias fic)

Note: This story uses lots of AAVE (African American Vernacular English) and is mostly intended for a black audience--you can still read for funsies or whatever, but I better not hear some shit about it not being inclusive or using 'improper grammar'.

Tags: @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil @tyrils-star @melaninnntae @indescribablybre @prism-goddess

It started innocently enough: you were helping Aurora wrap her hair, pinning it up and tying the scarf around it.  Elijah rolled into the living room in his pajamas. You three were the only ones at home since you three had worked later than Jackie, Bryce and Sienna and didn’t feel like going out that night.  But y’all weren’t opposed to chillin and talkin’ shit. 

It had been a long ass day. Ethan was getting on every damn nerve you had, either talking about his mom and their strained relationship or bugging you about your cases. The man just did not leave you alone, and normally it was cool--but today he needed to back the fuck up and stop talkin shit about Tobias. It was gettin old. Not only that, but you had your own intern to deal with--which is what you were going on about now.

“I’m telling you Elijah--I love Esme but that girl is too fuckin much!  She always stay talkin back to the other attendings, nearly started a fight with another intern, and even when she asks for my advice she don’t listen! Thinkin she know everything….fuckin stubborn headass..” You sigh while twisting your hair.  

“Uh-huh. Sounds like a familiar head-ass doctor I know.  You were on trial last year, stoopid!  I know your ass not talkin bout Esme.  She’s a breeze compared to Sothy… he barely knows how to do anythin--it's a damn miracle he graduated y’know.”

“And who’s fault is that Elijah--oh, excuse me, Oracle.”  Aurora smirked and laughed as Elijah could only sit there, ultimately taking the L.

As y’all were about to go in on each other, there was a knock at the door.

“Oh! Finally, must be the package I ordered.  I hope y’all are ready to see me strut the halls in my new---”  You open the door, only to see Tobias there in some sweats with some take out food and a paper bag.

“Not a package, but I’d love to see what you plan on struttin in.”  He teased and smirked.

“SHIT---Uh---why are you here so late---”  You had your bonnet on and a big ass t-shirt with some stains on it and some basketball shorts.  It was the first time he'd seen you so casual.

"Easy there firecracker, I didn't expect you to look--what are the kids saying--'beat and snatched' 24/7." He pecked your lips and walked in. 

“I invited him Y/N. Tobias, don't ever try and say that shit again and bring me my wings.”  Aurora smiled and laughed, seeming to not be phased by her boss seeing her in a scarf and acne cream dotting her face.  Was she just so tired from work she didn’t care?  Who were you kidding, this girl was a complete trip after a long day and was just sayin ‘fuck it’.

“Elijah, I got Tobias to grab you some of that shrimp scampi from that place downtown, and Y/N--he got you your favorite cause I told him and you his new boo thing.”  Aurora smirked with a wing in hand, and Elijah playfully gagged while Tobias handed out takeout containers and handed yours over. Yup, it was your favorite dish from your favorite place.  

“Now--I was invited for 3 reasons: A.) I have a car so I could do the food run and get y’all spoiled asses some good food.  B.)  I live 5 blocks away from the liquor store so--” He held up a bottle from the bag he had--Hennessy, cause of course he’d get the most stereotypical dr--”And C.) I had to pull a double shift so I’m tired and nice enough to share some college Ramsey stories with y’all.”

So there you were, sipping on your glass and laughing as Tobias was explaining how Ethan thought that ‘double dutch’ was some kind of dessert or innuendo for a threesome with exchange students.

“Wait wait---no no you gotta be kiddin me.  Fuckin 4.0 Med school GPA Ramsey--future head of Edenbrooks Diagnostics Team--thought double dutch was some kinda play on words?  I have to laugh…” Elinah snorts. You couldn’t help but burst into whoops and hollars, laughing and even Aurora couldn’t hide the smile on her face after she almost choked on her drink.

“Uh-huh.  Even after I told him what it was, he insisted that he had to see ‘it’.  I took him to my old neighborhood, and watched four 9 year old girls school him while he nearly fell flat on his face!”  Tobias laughed and smiled as he recalled the memory.  “For someone so fuckin smart--I swear to god he’s a dumbass.  Arrogant too, he never wanted to jump rope at the gym anymore.”

Something inside you flipped on.  You took a sip of Henny and smirked.  

“Well, I knew he had the fuckin long-ass neck of a giraffe, but clearly them legs ain’t doin him a favor either.”  Tobias nearly spat his drink and crumbled on the floor into laughter, Elijah slamming his hand on the table and laughing with him.  It was taking all of Aurora’s willpower to not laugh and act a fool.  “I mean, I know he ain’t got any rhythm either!  Mothafucka was clappin OFFBEAT during Donahue’s karaoke night, but I’m supposed to trust him to count how many heartbeats a patient has.”  You joke again, and Elijah was holding his sides.

“Fuck---he---Y/N shut the hell up!”  Tobias laughed and playfully pushed your shoulder.  “Pass me the damn bottle….y’all lemme tell you somethin worse than that--his cooking.  The man can’t stay on beat let alone beat a fuckin egg.  Y/N--tell ‘em bout the chicken.”

“He---He invited me home after work or somethin--and he wanted me to help him with this recipe he saw for chicken.  Y’all, it was the BLANDEST ass recipe I ever saw in my life.  I was terrified to eat whatever the fuck he was makin, it was so bad his dad even helped out and said how it needed some proper seasoning.  I had never seen an old man so disappointed in such an empty spice cabinet.  I had to leave.”  You snicker as you retell the story.  “Even worse?  He tried to bring me some leftovers afterwards and by god was that mothafucka dry as HELL---y’know what, lemme calm down cause I am not about to yell over some bland ass chicken.”  You chugged down the Henny and grabbed the bottle to pour another glass.

“Y’know….for someone who seemed real eager to stuff a chicken, he cannot seem to tell he got a stick stuffed far up his ass.  No wonder he walks around like an emotionally constipated man-baby.”  Aurora said with a straight face as she chugged her own drink.  You turned away, laughing and doing a spit take as Tobias slammed his fist on the table, snorting while Elijah simply was in awe at Aurora’s words. 

 “My first week there, I was assigned to Y/N and cause my auntie was makin me give her full on oral essays of every case I had, I missed out on one of ours and nearly let a patient die.  Now---his ass knows this.  He knows exactly who the fuck I am and who the fuck my aunt is.  And what did he do?  Chewed me out without a second thought.  I was *this* close to curb stomping his ass I swear--He even called Y/N amature after saving someone’s life because it ‘was sloppy’ and ‘wasn’t professional enough’.  And another thing--” 

You watched Aurora stand up, Henny in her hand, and just goin off on Ethan.  She was tearing into him, from him being able to get off the hook for punching Declan, verbally avicerating innocent interns, being all high and mighty--man, she hated his ass.  Elijah was just eating his scampi, vibing and Tobias was smiling like a proud parent, eating his burger. 

 “He gon have the nerve--the audacity--the CAUCASITY to assume that I’M trippin because I told him about Landry being all rude and dismissive of one of his black-female patients.  He nearly put ME on probation for helping deliver the baby properly when Landry prescribed her the wrong treatment for something cause neither of them will ever fuckin LISTEN and--”  You could not have been any more impressed.  You were just soaking it all in.  She finally sat back down and ate some of her wings.

Tobias sighs and grins.  “Damn. Elijah, you been real quiet...you wanna add your two cents?” he asks while Tobias took a big gulp and sat the glass back down.  He took a deep breath.

“No, no….I just want his long-neck-headass, mommy-didn’t-love-me-so-I’m-a-lil-bitch-headass, grudge-holding-grown-ass-man-headass, lemme-insult-my-interns-headass, pompous, privileged, irritating, high and oh so fuckin’ mighty ass to humble himself and learn to get his head and the stick he got outta his ass.  It ain’t cute to just bash everyone around you cause yo ass is feelin like Hamilton, ‘smartest in the room’ mofo.”  He said, all very calmly while finishing his drink.   You, Tobias and Aurora just exchanged a look….and broke out into a fit of laughs and smiling. 

A few drinks later and a hella amount of roasts later, you were cuddled up with Tobias while Elijah laid out on Aurora's lap. 

"Damn…..we really been up for hours now. Jackie and Sienna still out…" Elijah piped up and checked his phone. "They're at Bryce's place, having a 'girls night' with Keiki and sleepin over…..ooooo, Tobias should sleep over too!" He showed y'all a photo Sienna sent. 

"Uh-huh, you should! We can watch movies and... oh Elijah your hair is sooooo soft." Aurora smiled and was playfully twisting it. Seems like the drinks were finally hitting.  Tobias could tell too.

He managed to help Elijah back in his wheelchair and followed his directions to his room.  He came back out to you helping Aurora to her room.

"Byyyye boss. See ya at work! If you do stay over, y'all better be quiet while he rearrange them guts!" She poked you laughing as you rolled your eyes and got her in bed.  You walked back out, feeling tipsy yourself and plopped on the couch...with Tobias.

"Y'know….your friends definitely know how to go all in on a roast session. I found out shit about Ethan I didn't know till now."

"Mhmmmm….Henny is….is a miracle worker…" you slurred and laughed, laying up on him. "And yoooooouuu….are a fine-ass pillow." 

Before you succumbed to the exhaustion and hennessy, you felt Tobias's lips peck your cheek gently and his arms hold you tight against him.

The next day at work, you were taking your break and went outside to the courtyard...much to your surprise you found a few children--presumabley patients-- playing double dutch with some jump rope.

"Apples, peaches, pears, and plums

Tell me when your birthday comes! 1! 2! 3! 4!"

They were counting along as you hopped inside the rope, showing off a bit and laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ethan walking towards the building.

"Hey, Ethan, wanna join? It may not be a dessert or two dutch girls--but it'll be fun!" You called out and teased while working the ropes. You could see his face turn red from where you were, and him muttering softly about Tobias. You couldn't help but laugh as you kept skipping and hopping away.

[bitterlikesweets]

Love Bites Ch 17

This is the seventeenth chapter of a modern/vampire AU ereri fanfic. You can also read it on Ao3. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | Special | 15 | 16 | 17

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“Well, if it isn’t Levi’s good boy!” Furlan says with a laugh when he sees Eren walk through the door.

Eren turns on his heel and walks back out of the restaurant.

Kill me, Eren thinks.

Why did they have to meet at Kuchel’s Kitchen for this? They’re going to Levi’s house to practice fighting anyway. They should’ve just met at his house. Better yet, they should just always meet at Levi’s house from now on, so that Eren never has to be subjected to this again.

“Aw, okay, sorry, sorry,” Furlan says, holding the door open for Eren. “Won’t do it again, I swear. Just had to mention it at least once.”

“You didn’t have to mention it once,” Eren grumbles, reluctantly walking back inside.

Eren is not used to being drunk. He can’t even recall actually getting drunk off of alcohol. When he was human, he never got drunk. Ever. He is not the one to have these embarrassing stories. He’s the one doing the making fun most of the time because he’s usually the only one in his friend group sober enough to remember anything. The whole reason Armin doesn’t drink anymore is because Eren witnessed him literally start stripping in a bar after having one too many drinks. (That specific night, Eren started drinking from Armin’s cup because the idiot kept buying more. Eren still was only kind of buzzed by the end of the night.)

The point is, Eren does not get drunk. He does not get drunk, so he has never been shamed for anything that he has done while drunk before.

“Oh! Is that Eren? Oops, or should I call you Levi’s good boy?”

So, this is a brand new form of cruel and unusual punishment that Eren never thought he would live through.

Eren glares over at Isabel, who just laughs as he walks by her towards the break room.

“Don’t be mad,” Isabel teases, elbowing him lightly in the side as he brushes past her. “I heard you were cute.”

If Eren didn’t need blood to survive, he would never drink it again.

“Don’t call me cute.”

“Whatever you say, big guy.”

Eren’s also going to ban Levi from ever calling him “big guy.” How does Isabel know that, actually? Eren swears the door was closed for that part; Petra shouldn’t have been able to hear that—

“Hey there, Eren! Are you big chillin’ today?”

“What is happening?” Eren exclaims, not quite meaning to yell in Petra’s face but not really regretting it either.

The door to the break room opens, and Eren turns his glare on Levi as the man leans on the doorway.

“Were you the one that gossiped?”

“Eren,” Levi says with a sigh, “why would I do that? I’ve been dealing with these little shits all day because someone ran their mouth. All fucking day.”

“Actually,” Petra says, “it was your friend Mikasa who was kind enough to exchange numbers with me and give me all the details that I was curious about. She said it was revenge for you recording ‘You-Know-What,’ apparently.”

Eren rubs his face with his hands. Of course. Though Eren can hardly see how him having a video of Mikasa singing “Toxic” by Britney Spears at the top of her lungs warranted her causing him this amount of suffering. It’s literally only Eren who knows about that, compared to Levi’s entire fucking staff collectively calling Eren “Levi’s good boy.”

“She’s dead to me,” Eren says.

...Maybe he should send that video to Armin and give Mikasa a taste of her own medicine.

“C’mon Eren,” Petra says, “don’t be upset. It was cute!”

“It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.”

Levi clears his throat.

“If we’re done here,” Levi says, with a pointed look at Petra, “I have actual things I need to talk to Eren about. Things a bit more important than whatever random shit he said while drunk yesterday.”

Levi’s gaze slides to Eren.

“No offense.”

“No,” Eren says, “you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. Can we please leave?”

Levi nods, pushing himself away from the doorway and towards the exit into the dining room.

“...Though it was cute.”

Petra bursts out laughing at the same time Eren’s cheeks burn.

“Fuck you!”

~ ~ ~

“I’m just warning you ahead of time that I’m already pissed off. So, if I actually do beat you up, don’t take it personally.”

Levi scoffs, their wooden practice blades in hand.

“Sure, I won’t hold it against you.”

Eren has his hair pulled up into a bun and is stretching out his arms in the center of Levi’s living room as Levi sets their wooden knives on the table beside two wooden stakes.

“So,” Levi says, “I thought about some things to explain to you, since last time you complained about me not giving you any pointers—”

“Yeah because you got off on just beating the shit out of me.”

Levi turns his head to face Eren with all the fluidity of a rusty animatronic, his gray eyes narrow and dark. Eren flinches.

“Sorry. Like I said—pissed off.”

“You’re lucky I fucking like you.”

“Just ‘like?’”

“I’d say love if you weren’t being such a little shit.”

“Sorry. Again.”

Levi sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“I was going to say,” Levi says slowly. “That I can’t have you holding your knife like a shitty ass knife doll because it limits your options.”

Levi picks up one of the knives, the sharper end facing his wrist with the entire handle gripped tightly in his fist.

“Come here,” Levi says, waving his hand at Eren.

Eren steps closer, and Levi slowly moves his arm up and then down, the point of the knife resting over Eren’s chest.

“It’s good for a finishing blow. But you only have a couple angles, and it’s too easy to dodge, especially when the enemy is so much faster than you.”

“So I should be doing…?”

Levi flips the knife in his hand—show off—until the blade is facing outward instead of inward, his hand angled sideways instead of straight up and down.

“I fight like this, usually,” Levi says, mimicking slicing the knife all the way across Eren’s chest, “but…”

Levi flips the knife again—and again, fucking show off—this time with the knife angled upwards and the sharp edge facing out. He thrusts his hand directly forward and presses the tip of the blade over Eren’s heart.

“This is fine too.”

“How do I know which way I should hold it?” Eren asks, taking the knife from Levi as the shorter man presses it into his palm.

“Practice,��� Levi says, grabbing his own blade. “Eventually you’ll know what feels comfortable.”

“Oh, so this is the part where you beat me up for an hour.”

Levi runs his fingers through his hair, smiling just slightly.

“Don’t take it personally.”

Eren heaves a long suffering sigh, even as a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He fumbles with his knife a bit as he tries to replicate Levi’s first example, but soon he’s got it comfortably settled in his hand and looks at Levi, ready to act.

“You’re lucky I think you’re hot,” Eren says.

Levi raises an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t even like me?”

“Let’s see how I feel by the time we’re done.”

~ ~ ~

Their practice session lasts longer than an hour this time because Eren manages to not accidentally use his vampire powers on Levi and cause his own mental breakdown.

Eren’s not sure if he’s ever going to get over that day, honestly.

“Eren.”

Eren’s gaze flicks up to Levi. Eren is currently sprawled out on Levi’s floor, his limbs all spread out wide as if he’s trying to make a snow angel on the carpet. Levi has two glasses of water in his hands as he stands above Eren, his damp locks sticking messily to his forehead and cheeks.

Eren’s sore, bruised, and barely has the energy to sit up and take a glass of water from Levi. But still, this whole fighting thing is… kind of fun, when he’s not thinking about why they’re doing it. It helps that Levi’s eyes shine as if every second he spends sparring gives him the same joy as a little kid opening a present on the morning of their birthday. It helps that Levi spurs him on and keeps Eren’s adrenaline going the whole time they practice.

It helps that it’s Levi doing this with him.

“Hey.”

Levi sits beside Eren on the floor, using his coffee table as a backrest. His fingers find their way to Eren’s and lace together with them.

“I…” Levi sighs. “I have something unpleasant to ask you.”

Eren sits up a little straighter, his grip tightening on his cup.

“Go ahead.”

“Do you remember what the vampires that turned you looked like?”

The breath floods out of Eren’s lungs in an instant, and his grip grows tight on Levi’s hand. Levi reaches out and pulls the glass of water away from him, setting it off to the side.

“L-Levi…”

“It’s okay if you don’t,” Levi says. “And it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

Eren shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut.

No. He needs to remember. The reason Eren is doing this is to find them and get his revenge. What’s the point if he trains only to not recognize them? What’s the point if he never even finds them?

It’s just… hard. That time, that day is so fragmented in Eren’s head. He remembers his mom, the screaming, everything getting dark—

He remembers red eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Eren’s chest shudders with his struggle for breath, and an arm wraps around Eren’s shoulders, anchoring him, keeping him close to Levi’s side.

He needs to remember. What was around those red eyes? What did he manage to notice about those bastards when everything around him was so dark?

“One of them was… tall. Really tall,” Eren says eventually.

He remembers one pair of eyes looking down at him, towering over his head. And the other… For the other, he remembers being able to see a vague silhouette of their head. There was something about him that made him just bright enough to see, even in the pitch black of night—

“The other was my height,” Eren says, “and blond. I don’t—I don’t remember anything else. I couldn’t—couldn’t see.”

“That’s fine,” Levi says, squeezing Eren’s hand. “That’s enough.”

Eren’s body sags onto Levi’s and he heaves a sigh, keeping his eyes closed. His bite scars are itchy. He wishes he could make them disappear, or at least have them covered so that he can’t see them. He wishes he didn’t have to be reminded every time he looked in the mirror.

Levi’s hand moves from around his shoulders to over his head, and Eren relaxes slightly, taking a deep breath.

“Do you think we can still find them?” Eren asks. “It’s been so long…”

So many months since he became a vampire. So many months since his mom...

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Levi says. “I know where they are.”

Eren's eyes fly open.

"What?" Eren exclaims, pulling himself out of Levi's arms.

"Relax—"

"Relax? You know where the people who killed my mom are, and you're telling me to relax? Wh-where are they? How long have you known?"

"Eren," Levi says slowly. "It's… a long story, but there's only one place they could be. A place where all the ferals in this area are."

Eren frowns, but he does relax slightly, folding his legs in front of himself.

"A place where all the ferals are…?"

Levi sighs, rubbing his face with his hands, his shoulders sagging. When he pulls his hands away from his face, his head is still down, gray eyes in shadow.

"There's a vampire I've been tracking since my 'retirement,'" Levi says, "with Erwin's help. Other vampires know him as the Feral King. He recruits others. Turns them and encourages them to go feral."

"What?"

No. No, that's not right. Why—why would anyone do that? Going feral—who would encourage that shit? Even setting aside how it causes vampires to go crazy trying to drink from humans—which should not be fucking overlooked—being that thirsty hurts. Eren still remembers that miserable week after tasting blood for the first time. He remembers how he ached, how his mouth throbbed, how dry his mouth was no matter what he did to try and push down the urge for blood—

Why the hell would anyone want that? Why would anyone want to be like those monsters who killed his mom? Why would anyone want for there to be more of them?

"That doesn't make any sense," Eren says, burying his fingers into his hair. "Who the fuck is this Feral King—is he fucking insane?"

Eren expects anger from Levi—he's seen it before, when they've talked about ferals in the past. Levi's mom was killed by a feral too.

But Levi…

"It's batshit," Levi says, "but he has reasons he believes in—the same reasons those other idiots follow him."

Why is Levi so damn calm?

...No. No, thats stupid. Of course, Levi's calm. Levi's been hunting him. Levi's been trying to catch this guy, to stop him. It's not new to him like it is to Eren.

Though Eren can't imagine thinking about this without it infuriating him, even when it's not new to him anymore.

"He gets off on it—going feral and turning people," Levi continues. "Do you remember what I told you? When you turn someone, your heart beats again, for that brief moment when the other person's heart stops."

Eren nods, trying to bring himself to Levi's level of calm even though his blood is fucking boiling. The Feral King is why Eren's a vampire. The Feral King is why his mother is dead. And he's doing it for what—just for kicks?

"I've heard that it feels… addicting,” Levi says. “Being briefly alive again after so long. He gets other vampires to feel it, once they've turned. He wants them addicted too. And once they are, they stick with him because there's no other sick fucks that would dare to associate with them."

"But—is it that worth it?" Eren asks, his hands clenched into fists. "They're killing people for that! They're ruining people's lives!"

Not just ruining lives. Ending lives. Ending the lives of people like his mother all for some fucking rush—all to follow the guy who ended their own life too.

Levi sighs, shaking his head.

"He's got a whole attitude that he spreads to his followers. Some bullshit about not owing anything to humanity—if humans think vampires are monsters no matter what, then they might as well be anyway."

"That's not—that's so fucked. What even—How can he think like that? He was human once too, wasn't he? And I thought—I thought things were different now! Humans and vampires are getting along just fine."

Levi's eyes squeeze shut, his pale hands gripping tightly at his knees. The white hot anger in Eren's chest cools slightly as he looks at Levi, at the man's deep frown and furrowed brows.

Where did Levi’s calm go?

"What's wrong?" Eren asks, leaning towards Levi. "Is it… Is the Feral King the one who… who killed your mom back then?"

Levi barks out a bitter laugh, raking his fingers through his hair.

"Shit, it'd be better if he was."

...What?

"Levi… Who is this guy?"

Levi takes a deep breath, his eyes still closed.

"Have I… told you why I retired?"

Eren frowns at him, thoroughly confused.

"You told me something happened that made you realize vampires were still human."

Levi nods.

"I was… hunting with my uncle, Kenny, for a long time after my mom died. I did whatever he told me. He got all the job descriptions, and I thought vampires were fucking scum, so it didn't matter to me. But we…"

Levi takes in a shaky breath, and Eren reaches out slowly, laying his hand over one of Levi's. Levi flips his hand beneath Eren's, so he's clutching at Eren’s tan hand instead of his own knee.

"We got a job. Take out three vampires, it said. They… They had a little house in the suburbs. They were a fucking family Eren, two parents and a human kid. The wife… had gotten sick, so they turned her. The husband got turned too, to stay with her."

Levi's grip on Eren's hand tightens.

"The kid was almost the same age as me. The same fucking age. I didn't see him—didn't see him until I had already—"

Levi's mouth snaps shut, and for a moment the only sound in the room is Levi's heavy breathing. Eren’s hand aches slightly as Levi’s hand around his gets even tighter.

"Levi," Eren says softly, "it's okay—"

"No!" Levi snaps, and Eren bites his lip. "I need to—I need to—I have to be able to say it."

"...Okay."

The room is silent again. Eren lays another hand over Levi's, and Levi sucks in a breath.

"I had already… stabbed his mom by the time I saw him," Levi says quietly. "Kenny was in the other room, getting the dad… I told him—I told him we needed to stop. He didn't have fangs. He was human."

Eren's grip on Levi's hands grows tight too.

Levi… Levi had unwittingly done exactly what someone else had done to him. Killed someone's mother right in front of their eyes.

"Kenny… That old man wanted to kill him too. I told him not to, to fucking stop—It was so fucking fast—Kenny's crossbow went off—I couldn't let the kid die too—"

Levi falters, falling silent for a moment. Eren just waits, holding his breath.

"...The old man hit the ground," Levi says quietly. "The kid was down too. The mom… was still breathing. I didn't quite… get the stake all the way into her heart. While she was still breathing I… begged her to turn her son so that he would live."

"Levi…"

"I was nineteen," Levi continues. "I didn't know what to do. I ran—retired soon after that. Was so sick of myself and didn't feel right hunting. But then, after I had opened the restaurant, I heard from Erwin about some out of control vampire cult. The leader was…"

Levi goes quiet, and Eren takes a slow breath.

"...The Feral King," Eren finishes for him. "That kid from back then."

"I made a monster," Levi says, his voice low, rough. "And now I… I've got to kill him and make sure he stays dead this time."

[mimithings97]

7:58pm

When babysitting time almost ends prematurely ;) Based on the Drabble Request:

#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”

Word Count: 2k

A/N: For the anon that said ‘Oh my god 😂😂😂😂😂 #14 and jungkook bls crackety crack crack that newborn chickies would be jealous 😂😂😂😂’, I don’t even know what you meant but I love it and enjoy, Mimi x

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You’re completely fucking neck deep.

And you wished you could say that in any other way than the one you mean. Like neck deep in a steamy bath with salts and candles and the smelly shit Jungkook uses after the gym because it’s a home smell. Or like neck deep on your couch with records soothing the ears and some kind of fried dish sizzling on your cooker. Fuck, like neck deep in the smell of sex as someone pile dri-

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! I- er- can’t reach the bathroom door thingy!” 

Nah. 

You’re neck deep in the stress of your two nephews and niece. 

“Yeh, Jae, just give it a big push and it’ll open.” 

“Mmm, tried that!” he’s pouting but still finds the energy to contradict his face by skipping around your legs. 

“Fine. Bathroom door here we come!” But you’re in no way enthusiastic. 

Yoongi, on the pretence that these are in fact his children, would say they’re beautifully brimming with life, immature and youthful in the sweet kind of way, the apples to his eye, the stars to his fucking moon. You’re brother turned real sappy over the course of fatherhood. And to be honest, you’d liked them, at first, when they couldn’t talk, when they didn’t all start dressing the same and you could tell one apart from the other, when you didn’t have to face them alone and without the extra strong arms of your boyfriend.

Yet you find yourself into the fourth hour of damage control to your apartment and toilet brakes consistent with that of an elderly woman with pelvic floor dysfunction.

Jungkook’s better at this than you. He has the ability to reinvigorate his childhood self and channel it all in babysitting days. That and he stashes banana milk to the brim and out of your reach in the top cupboard just so he can retrieve it and play ‘fun uncle Kook’. He’ll say it’s just because he loves banana milk and to be honest, you can’t really argue with that. 

And, shit, you miss him.

“Auntie Y/N.” Her voice is sweet but you see the glint of the devil in her eye, you swear. 

“Yes, Mai.”

“Daddy makes me hot chocolate before bed, and bedtimes almost here.” You frown deep. Yoongi almost definitely doesn’t make them hot chocolate because Sannie has a nut allergy, but how can you tell a child she’s lying. 

“And auntie Y/N.” She strings it out like it’s honey and silk and fuck does it work.

“Yes Mai?”

“I think Jae’s locked himself in the toilet.” 

Fuck! Damn children and their short arms that can’t reach over their heads!

The girl in the plaid pyjamas, watching on amused as you scramble for the bathroom, has more sense than you’ll ever have at 8pm. It’s sad, but sadder when the door creaks and reveals first a sniffle and then an all out sob before the small bundle curls into one of your legs. You’re wearing jeans, but he hugs you like you’re soft and comforting. It kind of thins your edges a bit and you scoop him up in no time, because babysitting is a bitch, but you’re not.

“Oh bubby, did you get yourself trapped in the toilet.”

“Mmm,” a sleeve covered tiny fist rubs at his eyes, and he gives a tinier nod before he flops down into your neck. 

You pace the apartment with shuffled walks, an attempt to soothe the dying hiccups on your shoulder, and find a spot in behind the sofa to watch on as the other two make a plaything out of Jungkook’s exercise band. You should have the sense to tell them to be careful but every time Sannie pulls one end, Mai pulls the other and then Mai, the 5 minute older triplet that she is, sends San flying, is just a bit too good to distract them from. 

It’s a shame the sound of keys and the hallway light has to disturb the ‘peace’. 

“What do we have here!” 

Jae shifts at the same time as you to spare a glance at the man in the doorway. Business casual, because it’s a Friday, looks good on him, and the smile he adorns when the first two bound up and at him with speed looks even better. 

“Uncle Kook!”

“Sannie!” He throws San over one shoulder.

“Uncle Kookkkk!”

And pushes a fist out to the other. 

“Mai my bro, how we chillin.” 

Her tiny fist meets his before pulling back in a fake explosion. You don’t know when the tradition started, why Jungkook thinks it’s appropriate, but because she replies with a small, “peachy, Kookie, peachy,” you might just have to smile and feign sensibility. 

Your early day perception of Jungkook definitely didn’t pip him as one for children, to the extent you genuinely thought he was scared of them. But then he cried when Yoongi announced his girlfriends pregnancy, cried harder when three munchkins were born, and forever since has lived up to the job of ‘best uncle’ despite having 5 others to contend with. Your brother and him were stunningly close like that. It’s how you and Jungkook had met. And now you’ve come to love the 8pm deadline, rather than 10:30, he’s set out of his training session, because now you get to share the wonder that is your boyfriend with three tiny faces. You almost think they adore him as much as you. Almost.

“And what’s up with this little champ ey?”

You give him a gentle shake to rouse him, then he finds your eyes, then Jungkook’s and finally throws two chubby arms in his direction even though Kook already had his hug ready and waiting. Your boyfriends probably sweaty, but the boy pays no mind and finds his peace between shoulder and neck. Jungkook turns your way.

“Hey you,” his eyes glint like that when he misses you. Maybe you blush. 

“Hey you.” 

“Why is the bread baby crying?” Jae’s got rolls for days, arms, legs, hands and feet just round and pure squish and you know it’s because Yoongi can’t say no to him like he can the others.  

“He couldn’t get out of the bathroom.” 

There’s a bottle of protein shake on the side that you’d readied in preparation for Jungkook’s appearance, and he takes it gladly in one hand whilst balancing Jae, impressively on the other. 

“Macho man!” Jae perks his head up a bit at the nickname, eyes a little more alive than when they were puffy, “you gotta start doing your morning stretches like I said. Those arms aren’t gonna grow themselves,” the shit he spouts sometimes you swear-

“I know, uncle Kook, I’ll try, but- but- but, maybe you and auntie Y/N could make another door, a little smaller, fo-for me.” It’s a cute enough statement that you keen, Jungkook too, and you both share a look of despair at the blubbering stutter of baby that is your nephew. 

“I’ll see what I can do for you champ,” and finally Jungkook and his arms are set free, Jae shuffling small steps across the wooden floor with his penguin socks loose and giving you a final moment of broodiness. 

You distract the impending coo you were going to let off in favour of picking up the remnants of dinner, which turned to playtime, as tomatoes and carrots line the cracks in your floor. 

Jungkook’s got a sweaty hand on your neck though, needing stress and the evenings memories away for a few brief seconds. He’s got those kinds of hands. The ones you can talk about for hours because they’re strong, fucking pretty, do glorious things in glorious places and dirty things in others. His hand drops though before babysitting time ends prematurely. Yoongi doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning, so even a wisp of a thought of that man behind you and how he’s definitely sweaty and definitely a feast, is gone, poof, dissipated. 

“How’ve they been? Rough work again?”

“Mmm, of course,” you take a note the bin needs to be taken out as you chuck the last remaining pieces away. 

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” You’re ready to tell him to go suck one and try and do it by himself, but there’s hands on your hips, warm, sweaty, soothing, and a dick against your ass...hard.

“Jungkook!”

“What, they’re really alri-”

“The fuck are you doing the triplets are literally there,” his lips pull back from where they had settled on your neck. 

“D’you mean, I’m not doing anything.” He’s high pitched like he doesn’t know his dicks up your ass, so you scoff. 

“What are you hard for, you mong,” but you go to push him away, arm behind your back, firm to his hip, yet your hand meets something harder than his abs - he works out, but not enough to make him that solid - and definitely a different shap to how his cock normally feels - and you’ve felt him up enough times to know. “And why is your boner shaped like that?”

“Boner, I’m not ev-”

You spin, eye his botched erection, and dip a hand to his pocket. He looks at you, shocked, puzzled, and suddenly you’re prematurely plunging into your grave in the shame of thinking what you were thinking. 

“Wait, did you think this was my d-i-c-k!” 

He waves it, his choked laugh too, in your face. You’re red, and probably crying, but your cheeks are so hot with embarrassment you don’t know.

“How was I supposed to know you had a banana in your pocket!”

He laughs fully enough that the kids seek out it’s source. 

“Uncle Kook, uncle Kook, can I have a bite?”

He gives her the whole thing, still staring at you with teeth on show, a story to tell Yoongi, and one final blow to the shit show that is your life,

“Mai.”

“Yes uncle Kook.”

“Tell auntie Y/N she’s nasty.” 

And when nasty is a whole other word for a child, Mai proceeds unphased, probably believing in the sentiment of the statement. 

“Auntie Y/N.”

“Yes Mai.”

“You’re nasty.”

...Fuck.

[dashhoney25]

E. Part VI

Erik

I wasn't feeling my brother's ultimatum on how to handle Hazel. How the fuck he gone tell me what to do when she was the last thing on his mind, until I presented him with a proposition. Check this out, Adonis and I have known Hazel for 3 years, and I always wanted her but of course, she was taken. I'd always talk to Adonis about it, but instead of coming so strong, he attempted to get to know her.

It wasn't my style at first, but I followed my brother's lead. I was the total opposite of Adonis and I think that's what drew Hazel to me. Adonis was reserved, and I was outgoing and blunt with my thoughts and actions. Because of this, we developed a strong friendship over the years. However, our relationship changed when she and her longtime boyfriend Victor parted ways; she felt like she needed me. Hazel grew closer to me in a way that altered the course of our relationship.

Hazel and I have shared intimate moments concerning life plans, kids, and moving away from this Miami shit one day. Hazel and I had this connection that, she'd be fulfilled off words; and I wanted to show her how I felt about her; rather than tell her. I know Hazel's been through a lot with Victor, but she deserves to feel good; feel special, and I wanna do her body right. Unfortunately, Hazel was holding back from me anytime I wanted to take it there. I tried things at her pace, taking baby steps; but these kisses and touching here and there just wasn't doing it for me.

As time progressed between Hazel and I, I noticed that my urges grew more and more for her in a physical manner. The little nibbles she'd give here and there made me wanna devour her. I couldn't help myself and I knew that if I pressured her, our relationship would crumble. Hazel craved attention, I was willing to give that to her; but at what cost would it benefit me? I decided to minimize my time with her, hoping she'd take the hint. It frustrating as hell to come home with a hard ass dick, and ain't shit being done about it.

I know Hazel wanted more of me, but I needed to occupy my time and see things from a different perspective. During this time, I decided to spend some more time with my brother Adonis at his gym and help out a bit. I quickly learned that Adonis would service his clients during and after hours of his gym. Adonis was reluctant to letting me in on his extracurricular activities, but he agreed to show me the ropes. When Adonis opened his gym, he became infatuated with a client and from there it turned physical outside of working out. Overtime, the relationship flourished; but he revealed that things had changed. The woman he was involved with began paying him each time she met with Adonis. Adonis also revealed to me that she was seeing other people and that these people would give her money. I know my brother wasn't too fond of this, but as the money started rolling in, he didn't care anything about who his client was seeing, as long as she was ready to play and had cash in hand.

Somehow along the way, Adonis decided he wanted a cut of whatever she had going on and he's been doing this ever since. He didn't want me involved, but I didn't want to be in his gym forever teaching classes, so I decided I'd give it a try. He suggested that I start with someone I felt comfortable with, and gradually let the relationship progress. As bad as I wanted Hazel to be my first client, I knew her fragile heart couldn't take it. Since I knew that Hazel's friends were comfortable with me, and had an attraction towards me; I decided to start there. As soon as I got my feet wet, I couldn't stop. The money was good and so was the sex. I was able to set my own hours, and still workout in the gym with my brother to scout potential clients.

As my work-load increased, I didn't have time for Hazel as much as I used to; and I was honestly happy. I mean, what's the point of being in the house all night with someone you're attracted to, can't fuck, and you ain't making no money. That's a waste of my time and hard dick. Anytime Adonis & I were out with clients, we'd always share our locations with one another in case something ever went down. In this business you're likely to come across someone who's married or in a serious relationship. It's been a few times I've had to sneak out of the house when I could hear the footsteps of a client's husband coming to the door. The shit is scary no joke, but the thrill of it and making my client's pay extra; it's all worth it at the end of the day.

Right now, I can't be what Hazel needs, and that's where I feel like my brother can step in to keep her company. Being an escort isn't just about sex, it's the quality time that's given with the service provided. Quality time to me equals just as much as sex; either way time is being spent, and time is money. My brother Adonis is the intellectual type, he'll stay up late with a woman and just talk; just what Hazel needs. We all know she ain't fuckin' I've been trying for the past year and still haven't gotten any, so there's no way she needs to pay my brother for anything. I know time is money, but it's bad enough I'm dumping the girl on my brother, I can't charge for his time too. This was my plan so I had to take some kind of responsibility. Adonis is a good listener too, and he's been a good friend to Hazel, even though he's my brother he's never been the jealous type; so I know he wouldn't cross the line by getting with Hazel; he knows that I've been trying to get at her since day one.

Some may say, "why pass her to your brother if you don't really 'care' about her?" I do. But as I've stated, what Hazel wants right now, I can't give. If Hazel can't have all of me, she could at least have a part of me; that's honestly the best I can do, and I know she doesn't plan on waiting for me. Because of this arrangement that I have with Adonis, since he isn't taking any many clients due to Hazel being 'high maintenance' as I would describe it; I give Adonis all of the money that I make from my clients. Though people still come to visit Adonis' gym to work out, his "private sessions" have dwindled. Adonis' gym brings in bank, but of course a gym can't run without customers, and when the clients aren't coming for extra services or making those referrals for anything outside of the weight room; it can take a toll on finances overall.

I'm enjoying the extra attention, and anytime I take on extra clients outside of those of Adonis, I keep the proceeds. At times I do miss Hazel and our moments, but I'm the moneymaker here, I'm the catch.

Hazel

I left Adonis' gym in utter frustration. I couldn't believe the switch between us two; considering the pleasurable experience that we had shared in the wee hours this morning. I felt almost as bad as the day Vic and I broke up. Adonis and I had always been platonic friends from a distance, considering that I was always closer to Erik; I never expected for things to escalate between us.

The more I think about it, I couldn't have asked for a better moment with Adonis. Though Erik and I had never truly been intimate, Adonis differed in how he touched me and kissed me; the underlying passion that was expressed between the two of us; you would've thought we were a couple. Maybe it was the Hennessy that we had drank, but nonetheless a drunken mind speaks a sober heart. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a deeper connection with Adonis because I do, but I don't know when we'll discuss this situation with Jade. To be honest, I don't think I'm ready to face her, if anything I'd just treat the situation the same as how I treat it whenever Erik fools around with one of my friends. I'd just dead the issue and keep my distance. It still baffles me that Adonis shares the same dismissive traits as Erik, and neither one them sees fault in their actions.

**

Getting out of your thoughts, you decided to go for a jog in the park to blow off some steam. You tied your jacket around your waist and brought the water bottle with you to run. You spent 15 minutes stretching, took a swig of water and began to run with your airpods in your ears as the music blared. Picking up the pace, your jog eventually turned into a run. As you ran, you encountered a biker and another runner when suddenly, you and the runner collided as you tried to avoid the novice biker. "I'm so sorry!" You said to the runner. "Oh it's okay" The female voice said. "I should pay more attention" she said finally looking up at you. "Hazel?!" she called out. "Where have you been?" she asked.

Your facial expression immediately changed once you realized you'd bumped into Jade. "I've been around. Just chillin" you say taking a sip of water. She initiated that you two walk together. "I haven't seen you since the lounge. Is everything okay?" she asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" you questioned glancing around the park. You honestly felt uncomfortable speaking to her, "I don't know, I mean we haven't talked since I left the lounge early. Usually we'd check on each other by now. I intended on calling you today, I saw your car at Adonis' gym" she said fixing her messy bun on her head. "I've been busy..." You say not wanting to continue talking. "I understand" she said nodding her head in agreement. "What were you doing at the gym today?" Jade questioned. "Adonis asked me to come by that's all" you say. "Look, I don't mean to pry but since we haven't talked since the other night I just had to tell you Adonis and I had a bomb ass time this morning" she says smiling. Jade always loved to tell you about her late night escapades, so this wasn't anything new; but today, you weren't in the mood. You shrugged your shoulders, "So if you two had a good morning, what's the use in asking why I came by this morning?" You questioned.

Jade gave you a look of confusion. "I just didn't know if you knew or not. I know you guys are friends and I didn't want him to tell you the half truth" Jade says trying to lighten the situation. "What do you mean friends?" You asked. "I know how close you and Erik are, and I know you're cool with Adonis and I didn't know if you two had a relationship like that." Jade sighs, "Look, you know how I get whenever I get some new dick. I have to tell everyone I know" she lets out. You roll your eyes. "Look, I don't know anything about Adonis like that. He just asked me to stop by the gym and I did. I don't understand what you mean about a half truth? You know I don't talk to Erik anymore" You say unamused. "Girl, get your panties out of your ass! Lighten up Hazel. I just figured since you're close with Erik, maybe you'd be close with Adonis too." She says playfully hitting you. "So, I left the lounge early to get some rest and get ready for my appointment" Jade says raising her brows. You really weren't in the mood to hear this conversation at all so you proceeded to open Instagram on your phone "Ok and..." You say not acknowledging her. "So, he comes over around let's say 6 in the morning. He claims he needed a nap from all the Henny he was drinking. So, he comes over looking all good and BAM! He puts it on me! Sis when I tell you, this man's dick game is GOLD! Shit was so good I had to pay for it!" Jade says biting her bottom lip as she reminisced over the encounter. 'Pay for it?' You thought to yourself. 'Tired form all the Hennessy' your mind wandered. "I mean he had this way of making you gush just by the curling of his fingers against your g-spot! And when I tell you he's a beast at eating your kitty kat! SIIIIIS! I usually don't do this, but I'll definitely let him know you need a fix! I know it's been a while for you since Vic" Jade said slapping your ass. Your blood was boiling as she fantasized about her wild night with your man. You knew who she was talking about, but you wanted to hear the words from the source. You played it off with a chuckle, "Ain't no way his dick was that good. Who is this man?" you question.

"ADONIS! Sis this man had me tapping out in a matter of 30 minutes! When I tell you he is God's Gift to Women! He's worth every bit of the $600. I've never cum so hard and fast in my life!" Jade mentioned . "This nigga is worth more than a 5 star review! I swear my body can still feel his hands on me!" she laughs. You paused in your stride and locked your phone putting it in your pocket. You didn't have anything nice to say at all, and knew that you needed some time alone. Jade placed her hand on your shoulder, "Look sis, I just thought maybe you were coming in this morning for a 'private lesson' in his gym. I just wanted to give you a heads up that whenever you decide that you want to experience Adonis for yourself; just know that his dick comes with bodies. I'm sorry to tell you that you will in fact have my sloppy seconds because I can't get enough of how good he feels. He's worth every penny, and I'm sure I'll go broke trying to keep up with him" Jade says jokingly, but with a warning. Your eyes met hers and you scoffed. "I'm sure it is" you say.

"Oh come on Hazel!" Jade says as you began walking. "It's been a year since you've let anyone hit since Vic! You deserve to have some fun!" Jade chimes. "How did you learn about this shit anyway?! Don't nobody just pay men to fuck! That's some hoe shit!" you retort. Jade laughed, "You won't believe me when I tell you, but Marissa told me about it." Jade responded. You tried to compose yourself, but your eyes got wide at Jade's response. "I've been wanting to tell you, but considering how you were the other night at the sight of Marissa and Erik I just couldn't." Jade sighed, "Marissa has been sleeping with Erik for the past 5 months now, she's been paying him and she says he's the best out there. Of course I didn't want her leftovers, so she told me that Adonis is in on this escort shit too. So I thought I'd give it a try and ever since this morning; I definitely understand why she's hooked!" Jade said cheerfully. You couldn't believe your ears as your heart dropped in your ass. "Isn't Marissa still with Tony?" you question. "Girl you know Tony is always away on business. I don't keep up with Marissa and her antics but I guess she feels like what he doesn't know, it won't hurt him I guess" Jade said shrugging her shoulders.

You sighed, "I guess not. Look I didn't come to the gym for any 'private lessons', but I thought the gym was a legitimate business" you say. "I don't know too much, but all I know is that ever since I went to the gym with Marissa a few weeks ago to see what she really meant, I wasn't too sure until this morning when I took him up on his offer. I would've told you at the lounge that I had an appointment, but you needed me; and that wasn't the time" Jade said. "I just can't believe you still hang with that fake heffa. Maybe I need to watch out for you and make sure you're not screwing Erik too!" You say jokingly, but you also really meant it. Jade cackled, "Oh trust me! The way Marissa talks about Erik, he ain't got a damn thing on Donnie." She says. You were overwhelmed with emotions as you heard the news. You couldn't make out if any of it was true, but the confirmation of this morning (Jade giving Adonis money, and the hickeys all on his neck, and the kiss he shared with Jade) was in fact the truth. As you and Jade finished the conversation, you decided to take long walk around the park before leaving.

[10boys]

MLQC : Smothering

♡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

*aka , a boobie face dive !

Victor :

-Its only the softest of Victors that will act so shamelessly vulnerable to you

-You’re sitting on his lap with your arms around his neck as his hands caress the soft skin of your exposed thighs. You had a day off and decided to visit him on his lunch break at his office

-A few hours before on a quick phone call asking his permission to visit (he’s a busy guy) his usual sharp tounge was much diluted. He gave quick but vauge reassuring statement that he was just a bit stressed and had a lot on his plate for the week; risky decisions, rocky investments, many many under developed plans, all under the responsibility of himself.

-You know your smart and strong victor will get through it somehow, just like he always does, but thats not always an easy side to see when you’re experiencing it in first person. You just wanted to give him a moment to be vulnerable, relaxed, and securly cared for, something he’s constantly deprived of in his CEO role.

-As you pull his face closer and closer for cuddles , he relaxes his head and leans it into your shoulder. You stroke his hair leaving random kisses whenever you get the urge.

-There isnt much talking, just the two of you appreciateing each others warming presence

-The hand once on your thigh has risen to completely hold you in his arms, locking you in place.

-You take this as an invention to hug him tighter, elongating your body until his head finally falls into the perfect spot

-He lets out a small huff-like chuckle, letting you know he’s onto your shenanigans.

-“Feeling better already i see ?” You giggle into his hair while circling your finger around his ear, tracing patterns down his neck.

-“ ...m..dummy”

-His harsh words are very opposing to his actions. His grip around your waist becomes tighter as he burrows himself deeper into his personal pillow

-The comfort and warmth wraps his mind in pink hearts, allowing him to forget his pressing struggles and stress. Being near you is like a sip of wine to him , sensualizing and god damn intoxicating

-He’ll slowly move his face back and forth, in and out, up and down, until he finally realses a small groan of satisfaction

-Being a accomplice to his healing feels amazing, but the current undivided attention to you and your breast is indescribable

-He’ll stay like that for a while, just pushing and rubbing against you...

-He can’t allow himself to get too wired up at work though , this is only his lunch break after all

-The slight shift in his pants once he feels your nipples begin to harden against his face knocks him out of his trance

-“ahh I can’t do this now”

-He doesn’t move, just turns his head and leasurly lays on them for the remainder of his break

-At home though? Boyyyyyy

-Your low V-neck shirt would have been pulled down immediately to expose yourself to him, breast spilling out resembling a 4 course meal

-Victor prefers his hands to your breasts though, he loves to grope and toy with your nipples. He doesn’t have a good view to watch your reaction to him if hes face-deep

Lucien :

-HE is a looker

-We’re all very familiar with his intense gaze stairing problem

-You’re both sitting upright on opposite sides of the plush floor matt in his reading room, pillows densely outline the edges for support and comfort while you two peacefully enjoy each other’s company

-Well, you were

- Just as you’re turning the page of one of the novels you found laying near by, you see a pair of familiar black pupils from above the pages

-You lower the book to better see the man glaring absolute holes into you. The corners of his lips lift into seemingly innocent smile, the smile that softens his whole face, thins out his eyes, and hides his much more vulgar intentions.

-“Can i help you sir ?” You playfully spat trying to hide the gentle blush creeping onto your cheeks

-Your remark seems to have caught him off guard, but he quickly fixes his face. He lowers his book and gently places it to the side, his thin black-framed glasses following suit.

-“Actually...” his tall thin frame is crawling twords you, you feign resistance, lightly kicking your legs to keep him away. His large strong hands grasp them immediately, keeping them in place long enough for him to slip himself in.

-And now there he is, layed on top of you with his head under the arms thats still holding your book whata attention whore.

-His head rests on your lower stomach hiking up the him of your shirt. You know he’s up to something, but his current good behavior is enough to lower your suspensions for now. Him cuddling onto you while you read is actually very peaceful in itself. He looks comfortable and delicate, so you let him be.

-But that doesn’t last for long

-You can feel his warm breath on your stomach ascented by soft pecks and kisses, leaving trails just beginning to go above your belly button. His hands grab the rim of your shirt pulling it over his head, creating a personal space for just him and the beautiful view underneath

-“Lucien!” You giggle as his kisses gradually travel higher up, getting wetter and more passionate with each contact of skin

-“Hm? Something wrong? I prefer it under here..” and with that, he’s face planted.

-The distractions have your book strown to the side after you’ve long lost interest

-Lucien likes to play.

-He’ll dip his hands in periodically to help with his little experiments, pressing down your nipples to watch them pop back up.

-But mostly, he’ll hold your body from the outside as he helps himself to as much titty as he wants

-He loves the good old-fashion smother. His face absorbed by boob. Since you’re laying down, He’ll use his hands from the outside to push up all the extra boob fat

-Lucien, the actual kitten, will leave nips and bites on the supple flesh inbetween his face-dive sessions. He just absolutely adores the whole act, having someone he loves and admires so vulnerable and exposed to him and his desires makes his heart soft and dick hard

-Is he lightly thrusting his hips against the matt ? The world may never know

-Lucien does this often tho, maybe second in place to kiro

-From daily hugs to cuddle session, he can’t seem to keep to loose himself to his desires.

Gavin :

-Ooooh blushy boy

-You LOVE teasing him, the way he quickly turns his head to redirect his attention when he’s flustered is beyond satisfying, the butterflys you get knowing what you (unintentionally) do to him is :,)

-So the element of surprise is something he hates but you love

-He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, just chillin on his phone waiting for you to finish up whatever you were doing in the other room when BAM

-“Gavin ~ i missed u ~”

-You pull him into a smothering embrace, his face and your chest having an intement moment together

-You hold his head firmly aginst you while softly stroking his hair, letting some fingers down periodically to trace along his ear

-Gavin groans but shows absolutely no signs of resistance probably to hide his blushing face

-His face feels great agaisnt your chest, you begin to move them side to side to create a bit of friction for yourself

-You hear him release a low exhale at the action as you respond with a soft giggle

-Once Gavins done acting all tsundere he finally surrenders, pulling you closer by hugging at your waist, softly shaking his head in your breast

-Shit he may even grip a titty with one hand as he continues to press against the other

-Gavin lives to please you, so its not long after his attention will go to pinching at your nipples and nipping them with his teeth through your shirt

-When you look down to check on him, you meet the gaze of his blushing face and low amber eyes looking up at you and fuck

-Its time to get down to business :)

-Gavin loves to mark you, so sucking his ownership into one of your most delicate and personal places is his specialty

-He also loves to smother while he fucks you or you fuck him

-When he’s close he’ll bury himself in your chest and fuck you like the dirty dog he is ;)

-he nasty

-so shy...but so naSTy...

Kiro:

-Kiro absolutely loves it

-Kiro is just a boob guy in general?

-White tank top + your nipples pressing through = suckle session

-Like lucien, he loves to lay down on top of you and just... play

-Its rare you both have a day off at the same time so you usually spend it having a lazy day together, after all, working is exhausting

-You’re cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite feel-good show together, one of his favorite things to do with you since he gets to use his most favorite pillow

-Actually, Its just you watching the show.

-His arms are wrapped around your body pressing you as close to his face as he possibly can

-“mmmm miss chips is my favorite pillow~”

-“wahhh your boobs are so great”

-We can’t expect this vocalist to be shy about his feelings for you, he’ll spit little praises at you regularly as they come to his mind

-He’ll lay on each one, then in the crevis of your breast so he can push them together to completely surround himself. His hands will get a good grip as he paws and gropes at them

-Can he breath? The world may never know

-He’ll die a happy death tho

-Loves to wiggle his face back and forth and feel the jiggle

-He gives them so much attention you begin to think he might have a boob worshiping thing?? Not that you’d mind ;)

-His face and free boob massage feels absolutely great, his tinted cheeks and wet blue orbs stairing up at you is enough to make the anime steam blow through your head

- *thought bubble* fuck fuck fuck hes so cute...

Sooo if you can’t tell #1 im a cancer and #2 im about to start my period so my boobs are soooo sensitive right now, these scenarios are all i can think about ~ Thank u sm for reading !!! You can comment your thoughts or stance of the accuracy, Check out my other works under the mlqc tag :) -myk

[bl--ankhaeji]

It all started with a washer(Taeyong)

Pairing - Fashion Design student*TaeyongXCeramics student*Reader

Genre - fluff, slight angst (if you blink it’s gone), slight enemies to lovers(again blink and you miss it), friends to lover, college au, tutor*Taeyong 

Warning/AN - learning disabilities and mentions of shitty parenting, also really abrupt ending cause I had no idea how to end so im sorreh (unedited not like any of my shit is though)

W.Count - 2253

The way you met Taeyong was pretty hectic 

It was 2 a.m. and you both were in the laundry room on the 4th floor of the apartment building

Surprisingly you two weren’t the only ones who needed a late night laundry run

That shit was PACKED 

Well as packed as a laundry room that only has three washers and three dryers can get 

You had to wait in a short line to be able to even get a washer even though all you had to wash were your clothes from the previous week

You had just enough washing powder left to wash the little clothes you had 

You really just wanted to do your laundry go back to your room open a bottle of cheap wine and drink away the pain you had from your Chemistry exam that you’re pretty sure you failed earlier that day or should you say yesterday

*Le Gasp* Finally a washer is open 

You rush to get there before it’s taken only to make there at the same time as some boy

You both immediately turn toward each other to look at the person who dared to steal the washer you so rightfully deserve

“This washer’s mine” 

“This is my washer” 

You both managed to say at the same time only to pull equally incredulous looks at each other

“I got here first” You both exclaim at the same time and that was like the spark that lit the fire

Not the love fire but like a hate fire lol

A stared down like no other between you two fighting for the washer soon commenced and it looked like neither of you were backing down

You both stood there and glared at each other’s face until a whole new washer became open 

The boy saw it and walked to go to that one instead of the one being stolen from him by some girl who looked about as ruff as his scalp is 

Please pray for TaeTae’s scalp...ok

Only for the washer to get taken by some kid 

His only choice was to go back to his old washer 

Once you saw the boy coming back you immediately closed the lid on the washer and turned to look at him with a humph 

“Too late this washer’s taken by its rightful owner”

If that didn’t irk him in the worst way then nothing did 

That slightly reminded him of his little brother’s annoying friend, what's his name...Doeyuck…

“Look ok I just need to wash my clothes so that I can go to my room and splurge on the possibly life threatening amount of sweets I just bought as a reward for passing my Chemistry exam. Can you please just let me share the washer with you?”

You started to consider letting him use the washer with you then you realize what he said….HE HAS SWEETS and he passed the chemistry exam, but HE HAS SWEETS 

“Ok, I’ll let you use it but only if I get to have my pick at two sweets or if it’s candy then one handful. Do we have a deal?” 

You could see the pout form on his lips only be offset by a slow nod of agreement to which you rejoiced with a quick Yes and opened the lid 

When the clothes finished you both realized that meant that you would also have to share a dryer to which you both looked at each other and raised your shoulders

Even though you both still weren’t on the best of terms you still tolerated each other for the sake of your clothing

Later that night after you have taken your pick of treats from the boy whose name you still didn’t know you retreated to you couch with your wine bottle in one hand and the tv remote in the other 

When it’s the next week and you’re in your Chemistry class your teacher passes out the tests 

To which you can see and confirm that you indeed did fail it

BADLY 

Your teacher asks you to stay back once class is over to discuss something with you 

She recommends you a tutor by the name of Lee Taeyong 

Says he has the highest grades in her class

At first you decline until she tells you that you might not be able to pass this semester if you don’t get help 

You begrudgingly agree to meet this tAeYoNg tomorrow in the upstairs private library room

The dreaded meetup is finally here and you walk into the room with anxiety threatening to bubble over to see 

“WASHER STEALING SWEETS BOY” 

You walk over to the startled boy and see that he has irritation written all over his face “Please don’t tell my you’re the girl I’m tutoring”

“Yup That’s Me”

He starts to regret his life choices and wonder ‘Why Me’ 

He gets started on the tutoring only to realize that you...really don't know anything 

If your lost look said anything 

“Do you even pay attention at all in class” 

“I mean I do but its it just it...I don’t know. This is stupid. I’m stupid. I don’t know why I agreed to this tutoring bullshit. I don’t need help.”

You hastily get up and leave feeling as if you just made a fool of yourself 

You walk into your apartment with fresh clay you just got from your class and go into your safe place

Your home pottery room

Preparing your space and getting everything ready you press play on your music, wet your hands, and start moulding the clay 

You’re pretty deep into what you’re doing to the point where you don’t hear the banging on your door 

Once you do it startles you and you almost mess up your creation 

You wash your hands and go to answer the door to see Taeyong 

He’s staring at you like something is wrong and you look down to see that you’re covered in both dry and wet clay 

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to ask why you walked out like that.” He says with a pretty serious look on his face 

“I already said it. I don’t need help, I can pass the class on my own.” 

He holds up your most recent test only to spread his fingers out and it's every test you've taken and you either failed it or were pretty close, “Does this look like you don’t need help.”

“You can’t help someone stupid Taeyong.”

With annoyance splayed on his face he steps into the apartment and sits his stuff on the couch

“Why do you think that?”

“Cause I am, now can you please leave I was doing something.”

He refuses to leave until you explain to him 

You think ‘Fuck It’ and you start to tell him 

You major in ceramics but there’s a special love for pottery 

It helps to calm your mind...you love it..you’re amazing at it  

But that was never enough for your parents who ridiculed and criticized you every chance they got 

You have both dyslexia and dyscalculia 

Your parents who were both renowned scientists couldn't believe they managed to birth a stupid baby 

The only way you were able to get into university was because of ceramics but your parents didn't care

To them you were still dumb no matter what

“So that’s why I’m stupid. There’s no use in trying to teach me, you would be wasting your time”

You looked to Taeyong thinking you would see a disgusted face but you only saw one of sympathy and determination

“I’ve taught someone with dyslexia before but not dyscalculia. I will not leave you behind because y/n you’re not stupid. Regardless of what your parents and others have told you.”

After that you didn't see him for a few days and then one night when you were about to head to bed 

BAMM 

There he was at your door looking like a lunatic 

“I’ve got it.”

After that you and TaeTae(that’s what you call him now) spent every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday together

And to say that spending that much time together didn’t have an affect on how you felt about each other would be a fucking lie 

Soon you started to anticipate the days you got to study with him or the time you two would pass each other in the halls 

It would make you feel giddy inside 

Like you were in a shaken up pop can and when you would see him you would combust

But would you ever tell him that. Fuck No  

Sometimes the studying would either take place at his or your apartment 

To say that after study sessions you wouldn’t sit and watch movies the rest of the night and slick(not slick) cuddle would also be a lie 

It’s to the point where you have clothes at each other’s house

You also may or may not have a key to each other’s apartment

Even though you both still irked the fuck out of each other sometimes this tutor and tutoree realtionship had transformed into somethin beautiful

It was getting close to your next Chemistry exam and you were stressing 

Soon enough you had two days to go and you were TERRIFIED 

Taeyong kept trying to tell you that you were gonna do fine but you didn’t believe him 

Your fears were coming back full force 

You had been doing good turning in little side assignments with no problem but this is your first test since tutoring and 

You really didn’t wanna let TaeTae down

“You won’t let me down. I promise”

“You don’t know that. Like I don’t know, I can know everything on there but when it’s in front of my face I just….blank and everything gets jumbled and I get confused and I just give up.”

“Look if you take the test and pass...I have a surprise for you, ok?”

“What surprise?” 

He just gets up and walks out of the apartment

It’s like the two days just flew by and next thing you know the test is right in front of you and you’re looking at it and 

YOU UNDERSTAND 

Even though you’re one of the last to finish you probably feel the most confident 

When you and Tae meet up the day after you guys are chillin in his apartment eating the food you just got delivered 

“Sooo since I'm close with our Chemistry teacher she let me see the grades before she put them out.”

“Really??!! What’d I make?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this…”

Taeyong was gonna pull a trick on you but seeing your face fall and the tears build up he couldn’t go through with it 

“Noo I’m just playing please don’t cry. You passed, you passed I promise.”

When you hear those words you immediately start to beat his ass..literally you start to spank him 

“Why would you do that to me. Do you know how sad I got, I almost cried!!”

He kept trying to apologize but you kept hitting him so he did something to stop you

He kissed you 

The feeling of Taeyong’s lips on yours was euphoric 

Even with the taste of the takeout on his lips his kiss was still intoxicating 

Luckily he pulled back before you could slip too far 

You unknowingly chased after his lips after he pulled away, wanting more

“I didn’t plan on saying it this way but yea that was the surprise. I like you y/n. I like you a lot.”

You took a good look at Taeyong’s face to see an unnoticeable blush spread across his cheeks

Que the Fangirl 

“AHHH you’re so cuteeee. I can finally say that now without feeling like I’ll make things awkward.”

Also que confused Tae 

“Wait so you like me too?”

Uhh duh 

So I was gonna stop here butttttt Why don’t I give yall a lil more fluff shall we 

Immediately start dating after the confession 

Istg you guys are the cutests little shits ever 

It’s disgusting 

Study dates [check]

Cuddle buddies[check] 

Hella pottery dates[FUCKIN CHECK]

You and Tae already stay up all hours of the damn night so why not teach him how to mould a little 

“Oooo are you gonna do the little backhug hand guiding thing they do in the movies.”*insert winky face* 

You do the making he does the designing 

Did I mention that he’s a fashion design major 

Him and his best friend Johnny revamp your entire wardrobe because and I quote ‘As the top fashion design student I will not be caught dead letting my girlfriend walk around looking anything less than Fabulous’ and ‘Who says you’re the top student but anyways you didn’t pass Johnny’s Fashion Evaluation...not my problem’

Oh and better believe he has the couples outfits on LOCK

“This passes the Evaluation”

He makes little cup holders and coasters for the cups you make

For your first christmas together Tae makes you a ceramic necklace with the date you guys started dating thanks to the help from your best friend Yuta who specializes in metal ceramics 

You knit him a scarf out of you guys favorite colors 

The blush you made cross his face when you wrapped it around his neck and used it to pull him into a kiss was totally worth the plenty times you caught a hand cramp trying to make that scarf 

“We’re under the mistletoe.” *insert smirky y/n*

AHHHH I can’t deal 

But yea that’s it for you and TaeTae’s relationship 

[hazelenergy]

1, 20, 38

1. Whats the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? 

Average is 37 minutes according to Cass. My max was 8 hours but thats an outlier because Mary compelled me to sit still.  

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic, platonic, or familial love, how do they do so?

I think I have good examples for people I know/knew. They are Lisa, Thomas Martin, and Roxanne and they each fall into romantic, platonic, and familial love respectfully. For all three, I had shared some of my deepest darkest secrets and would do nearly anything for them. But the main difference is how we showed affection to each other. Lisa got tons of physical affection- I’d shower her in kisses and praises whenever I could. There was this desire that I wanted to be by her side whenever possible. Roxy and I had a much more protective vibe going. When she was alive, I knew she’d always be there for me. Both she and Thomas get hug tackled and get my bad jokes. Lisa got bad jokes too, but they were usually on the subject of how head over heels I was. I have the strong belief that platonic love can develop into familial with time. At this point, the relationship Tommy and I have is on par with the level of "I'd fuck someone up for you" as I had for Roxy. We are bonded by the fact that we both woke up in the same dirtpile, got manipulated by the same woman, and walked out of Atlanta with the same number of scars. My friends, who I've not known as long, haven't reached that point, and that level where I'm comfortable sharing that level of intimacy.

//mun is really struggles with defining these so 🙃

38. What memory do they revisit most often?

//There was a scene we roleplayed approximately a month before the finale of her chronicle. It was completely organic, and being theatre people who loved some improv, just rolled with it. Four people and two cats crowded into Hazel’s tiny apartment as they all (well for some it was metaphorical) breathed sighs of relief. They were safe for the first time in... Several sessions.

Ic: I remember it was the night we got everyone back from our run from the sheriff (again). Nils the Salubri was safely on a dark flight out of Atlanta, the brujah made sure the sheriff didn't see us flee into the woods. Thomas, was perfectly timed. He had just entered the city limits and we called for him to pick us up. And when we got back to the apartment, Lisa had made it home too after being released from the shut down airport. The four of us, shaken and scarred from the blood hunt, found ourselves sprawled across the floor watching a movie and just talking. Talking about things, life, what we like, what we do for fun, what we'd do if we won the lottery, what we thought Mary keeps in the basement...

"I think she has a horrible collection of porn. Something gross too- that's also why no other tremere wants to bother with her. They know," says Lisa.

"Lisa! Don't say things like that around kindred!" I said. "Also do have you any proof?"

"when you go to sleep at Mary's haven, and I'm awake and bored I do some snooping."

" what if her ghoul catches you?!" I shout

"Pfft. You think he hasn't helped? Mr. Vagel would open that door if he could."

"How did you two not know you were digging on eachother! Hazel! Youre both sneaky and terrible!" Tommy jokes. The group laughs.

"Perhaps it's less visual than that. Maybe it's bad erotic novels. Ms. Andrews doesn't strike me as a dvd collector." Says Solomon.

"nah. It's where she keeps the mountain lions." Says Tommy.

"that horrible thing is everywhere!" I shout.

"that's because there's more than one. She just gives them the same bloodstone collar. And keeps em in the basement." Tommy responds.

"what if it's clones of us? She's taken enough bi..bio..biohazard..." I stammer

"Biopsies?" Lisa chimed in.

"yeah!" I exclaim, "what if she's just growing new ones for when we really fuck up?"

"you know too much!" Tommy says pointing a finger gun at me and shouting bang.

"gimme that gun!" I shout playfully as Tommy pretends to lurch forward and nearly trips over the coffee table. He rolls to the floor before the cats, who really didn't like a bunch of kindred chillin in their home, who leap into the air and hide in the bedroom. We all howl with laughter and continue speculating.

I remember as dawn approached Solomon made me laugh so hard it brought tears to my eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest as if he was laying in a coffin. With a terrible Transylvanian accent said, "I'll see you in the morn" as I shut the blinds. Thomas got in on it too, but also pointing the shotgun at the door. Now I have two dudes on my couch pretending to be dracula. Dawn arrives and the two guys fall into sleep. I have Lisa curled around me as I stay up for a few more hours before happily drifting to sleep.