#cuz we’re just going around in circles now

[oceantornadoo]

marry me. (simon riley x f!reader)

simon riley is a dick, slight dacryphilia, over usage of “oh.”, reader does not understand this man is obsessed, marital abuse joke (he’s a dick)

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“simon, would you ever,” deep breath, “ever want to get married?”

you focused your gaze on your hands, clenching and unclenching. deep breaths, in and out. you’d rehearsed the question for days, phrasing and everything. “doesn’t have to be with me of course, but maybejustingeneral?”

simon almost laughed, would have if explaining the story to anyone else. his sweet little dove, all moisturized in prim pajamas, springing marriage on him right as he got into bed. asking, almost pleading, as if you hadn’t been his since that first glance, that first brush of skin against gloved hands. but, you had asked about getting married in general, and well, he had to answer the exact question at hand.

“no.”

oh. well, some part of you had expected that. and of course, the legalities of you marrying a dead man had to be considered. you weren’t even sure if you two were official either, so the question must have freaked him out. you mentally deleted the wedding pinterest board in the back of your head, clearing white flowers from your vision. so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice simon turn on the bedside lamp, sitting up straight.

“not in general.” he liked watching you squirm, golden light spilling around the room, encircling you like a halo. simon could have sworn there were tears forming in your eyes, the thought so compelling he felt himself get half-hard. your lover waited patiently, spine made of steel as he watched you go through options mentally, contingency plan after plan. he didn’t want to marry you, so now what?

“well simon, i really do care for you but i can’t not -“ he cut you off. “said in general. ‘fore you. i’d marry you.” oh. oh. he cracked a smirk, full with idiocy. you turned behind you, grabbed your pillow, and whacked him in the face. (he didn’t even have the decency to pretend to fall over).

“‘s that for? thought you wanted to marry me, dove. tha’s practically marital abuse.” you couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh, throat still choked up from almost breaking up with him two seconds ago. you shook your head, watching your reflections in the mirror instead. “it’s not a joke, si. can’t just say that shit with a laugh.” well. guess you didn’t find it as funny as he did. how absolutely absurd it was to imagine simon not marrying you, not claiming you in every way possible with a ring on your finger, a change in name, and maybe a baby in a few years. of course you were going to be his wife. what other option was there?

“c’me here.” he dragged you into his lap, strong hands encircling your waist and pulling you into him with ease. you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, suddenly annoyed at your earlier reaction, all tears and feelings in the face of his smirk. “marriage is important to me, ok? i’m just sensitive about it.” he kissed your forehead, then rested his chin on top of it as you tried to burrow deeper into his skin. his hands were still at your waist, rubbing small circles, lulling you into a sense of calm. “‘m dead serious, dove. jus’ caught me off guard you felt the need t’ ask.” what did that mean? had he already been planning on marrying you? why was this stupid stupid man incapable of communication? instead of asking all these extremely pertinent questions, you settled for a quiet “oh.” he huffed at your lack of words. “bought a ring a month after we met if we’re bein’ honest.” oh. you were moving, simon’s hands readjusting to cradle your face, focusing your gaze on him. “i’ll do whatever flowers an’ cultural shit you want. the whole nine yards. y’ve been mine since that first smile, dove. whatever you need to make it official, ‘m here. laughed cuz in my mind, it already is. make sense?” you nodded, still not trusting your words. his face, stony as ever, gave no other answers. simon gave you a quick peck, then reached over to turn the lamp off.

“go’on. time to sleep, wife.”

oh.

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i’m such an oh. truther. sorry for the over usage lol

[starzblvd]

Me Espresso.ᐟ

Ellie thinks coffee tastes disgusting, but you taste delicious. Do u guys get my fire references in here, hope you babes enjoy 🍽️ Band!Ellie Bsf!ellie college!au

Hot summer nights while having your knees digging your weight into the carpet floor of your best friends small dorm room was starting to become weekly routine. Making band tees with cheap markers for her band that had its fair amount of supporters, somehow they’d sell out every time they performed. It was probably because there’d only be like 20 shirts that actually looked good enough to put out for sale.

Sitting next to you was Ellie with half of a bun she struggled to keep it together had some strands fall out and onto the back of her neck. You could smell the perfume on her, you convinced her to buy it that one time she’d agreed to come shopping with you. Wanting to be helpful you had to show her the right way to wear it, by spraying it on your wrist to then rubbing it into her collarbone, just to be helpful of course.

Holding up a finished shirt Ellie grins into the cocky face you’ve gotten to love the look of,

“Oh they’re gonna love this,”

“what your 300 Spotify listeners?”

“Ouch,” Ellie looks at you playing heartbroken to then throw the shirt right at your face. It was always banter like this, with the very few times the lines almost blurred to get somewhere further. Staying away gets harder when being with her was so natural.

“Just for that I’m so not coming to your concert tomorrow.”

“Hey hey hey I need my number one fan there, plus we’re getting ice cream after.”

You’d become a groupie to her, always front lining to every concert she was able to catch a venue in, which were basically all bars. When she’d look below to you under the neon lights playing guitar it felt like such a special moment only between you and Ellie. No crowd no other band mates, as if you knew what she was thinking of and that she wanted you too. Some of your plans started to circle around her now that she was being a bit more discovered.

”You aren’t going to talk to your fan girls?”

“Nah, I’d rather spend my time with you. You know?” Staring at each other awkwardly stopped being so awkward when they’d happen so much, it’s was perfectly normal.

And with opportunity you got to be with Ellie you already knew you’d take it. As little as you knew she was wrapped around with whatever you had been involved in too, stuck and feeding off your sweetness like a bee.

June.21.24

Just like every concert you shared your special moment, no one else can say they had Ellie’s direct attention during multiple songs. This time it was more of an outside stage with sand below you. Yellow hued string lights draped above the stage and more along the audience area. The heat was really getting to Ellie, making her glow from sweat. The black T-shirt she picked out only made her condition worse. The face framing bangs she cut herself were sticking to the side of her face.

She wasn’t even singing, but being under your watch scorched her hotter. To save herself from embarrassment she mainly looked down to her guitar playing notes, but she made a mistake looking at you when a lyric of a song she made with you in thought came up.

Tell me you never wanna lose me

Cuz I know when you call you call for me

She might’ve been a little out of it when helping writing the song, but it became too late when Dina saw the scrunched up paper and kept insisting on making it an official song for a newer album.

To you it was just another lyric that was written by anyone but Ellie. If only you knew how much she relates to your desperation to be with you in every way and any position she could. Whether your batting of eyelashes at her was intentional or not her finger slipped making an unplanned squeak slip through.

‘Fuck this is so bad she probably thinks I’m shit at playing now’

Lucky for Ellie it was the final song anyways and she could get far away from the crowd and you. Other people clapped upon their leave and when they finished their set list you knew exactly where to meet her.

”You ever going to do more than eye her when we’re up there?” Dina was putting away the instruments back to take home with help from Jessie.

“What are you even saying I don’t do that,” Ellie scoffs then sits down on a blue deflated bean bag that who knows how long it’s been in this back room.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about, your friend zone is taking longer than your time with Cat.” She crossed her arms waiting for another excuse to why she hasn’t done anything after a continued semi dating friendship since freshman year.

“She’s nothing like Cat that’s why, if I lose feelings for her after getting rejected that’s one thing but losing her completely because I fucked it up is different.” Her constant fear of never getting to be near you again because of some feelings she couldn’t stop screwed her over with overthinking everything.

In her journal it was the same thing, “She liked my shirt today, I don’t want to look weird and over wear it now, but not under wear it now. Unless she’d like to see it more often or maybe she likes my style in general she’d like me in anything?? Fucking hate this gay stuff and whys it so hard.”

One of the two large metal doors swings open with you appearing, with the smile you wore she had engraved into her mind with a hot rod of metal after sketching you a few more times she’d probably ever admit. Ellie got up and cut the short distance and accepted you into her arms trying to not look like a desperate looser that flushes over a simple hug. Her ears clammy hands didn’t make her look exactly so hot and relaxed though.

“You did amazing El’s,”

“You think so?” She lit up into a smile under your praise, no matter how many times you give it to her mind melts.

“Except for the part where she messed up on the bridge.” Ellie shot a quick mean look at Jessie, but he just turned a cold shoulder before turning away.

“At least I didn’t bump into Dina’s drums 10 times,”

While Ellie kept bickering back and forth with Jessie she still held onto you, this felt like an opening to try at doing something.

A kiss on the check seemed harmless and innocent enough to take back in the case Ellie thought it was totally disgusting. Raising your head up towards her cheek nearing the corners of her smile, pressing your lips to a pout Ellie brought her face back in your direction landing the small peck on her lips. Ellie locked in place while you pulled away, not that you wanted to, but felt too embarrassed to start a kiss you didn’t know how to finish.

“El’s ‘m so sorry, you just moved out of nowhere and-“

“No, yeah mistakes happen, it’s chill or whatever,”

Her shit faced expression wasn’t helping the full pink flush saturating deeper on her face. Ellie lowered her head to wipe the bottom of her nose trying to forget the way your lips felt, your lipgloss was still sweet on her and so was the taste of it on her tongue wiping her lips clean.

Now it was your turn to feel scared and conflicted. It was too silent in the room even with the chatter of everyone else doing their own things outside. Taking back the small kiss wasn’t so easy now that it was done and got taken up a notch further.

She dropped her arms from both of your sides, looking away from you because looking at you right now felt like looking directly into the sun.

“Ellie you should start up the car we’re done here,” Jessie throws the keys at her giving her a slight knowing look to let her go and collect herself back together.

She didn’t even say anything, walked away without a goodbye or convincing enough reassurance that would calm your nerves.

“I’m gonna go home too, see you guys.” You were left with only your actions to think about. Ellie’s response to an accidental kiss made her ran away in the other away how could’ve you imagined it going any of other way? Feeling guilt and shame were the only emotions you could feel, rethinking the crush you’ve denied yourself from paying attention to and that it should’ve stayed that way.

Instead of paying attention to the kiss Ellie let her actions drive themself, not wanting to think at all. Until she hit herself with the car door, why did I act so grossed out? Making different scenarios of how it could’ve played out a million times better she thrust the keys into the ignition.

She dug out her cracked old red iPhone from her butt pocket and threw it into the passenger side. It hit something else than the leather seat, one of the lipglosses you always carry around abandoned alone. Ellie reached for it and saw the shade label, Glassy Expresso.

It sounded like the taste in her mouth from earlier, a taste you stole from her too soon. Unscrewing the lid she contemplated just trying it on. My lips are dry anyways, she swiped the applicator across her lips twice to get an even coat and rubbed it in with her lips. Some of it slipped onto her tongue, again. If only the taste of you could come along with the gloss.

Lmk if you guys want a pt.2♡🍒

[tashid4]

Just thinking about getting drunk with your boyfriend Sero (French song cuz i felt like it)

How many sips are you up to? No idea. But the bottle is almost empty, only a quarter should remain. You just recorded Sero naked, doing the helicopter with his dick. You’re dying of laugher on the floor, phone in one hand, the bottle in the other. You’re wondering what it would feel like to have a penis? It looks kinda fun.

“Do it again!” He put his boxer back on and sat back on the floor with you “Think we’re going to stop here honey cause as you can see, I’m hard for you” A flirty smile grows on your face as you climb on his lap. “I could help you but you don’t want me to put my pretty mouth on you” “You already sucked me off twice in an hour baby” You give him a proud smile as you start grinding on his lap. Alcohol is making you really confident and you know your boyfriend would never judge you. Always ready to follow you in your fantasies.

Wanting to grab back the bottle, you almost fall headfirst onto the carpet. Fortunately, Sero catches you back by your underwear, preventing you from falling. “Outch! I think you just broke me in half” He left out a small chuckle because of your reaction and places you on the bed.

“I literally saved you. Now show me your little wound” After throwing away the bottle, he gently spread your legs, now having a full view on your covered cunt. Pulling your panties to the side he starts to fake-searching for any injury.

“Oh, I see, there’s damages. I must intervene” His tongue slowly goes from your entrance to your clit, taking a long strip of you. The feeling offers you a one-way ticket to paradise. “Yeah, right here, that’s where it hurts” you say while pushing his head deeper in you. Your heart is beating way too fast. His tongue drawing circles around your clit while his fingers slowly enter you. Yours hips automatically raise to meet him. “You're a very cooperative patient miss-“ “Shut up and keep going” He laugh and buries his head back between your thighs. “Yes ma’am”

You run your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling on them to show how good he’s making you feel. Your moan become louder and louder while he moves his tongue and fingers on you. When you reach your high, your whole body tremble but he doesn’t move, wanting to taste you until the end.

“I guess I’m a really good doctor…”

[modelbus]

Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

-

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

-

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁ��ṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

-

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜��� 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

-

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

-

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

[fanon-canon-idfk]

your BEAST Daza fanfic was truly amazing will there be a part 2 cuz like if there's a part 2 I kinda wanna see like the reader dating chuuya and beast dazai reaction to this

OMG I LOVE YOU

THERE WASNT GONNA BE A PART 2 BUT NOW THERE IS BC THIS IS TOO GOOD

BEAST Dazai Osamu x Male Reader x Nakahara Chuuya pt 2

You had just got off your late Night Shift, leaving home the same time as everyone else. That’s when Nakahara came up to you as you walked out of the building.

You assumed Dazai was asking for your presence again, “Isn’t it a bit late for him to want me right now?” You complained, yet still began turning around to walk back to the building.

But then, Nakahara grabbed your arm and held you back “He’s not askin’ for you. I just want to talk.” He mumbled the last bit.

“Oh um.. what is it?” You turn towards him fully.

He looks around for a bit then asks “You wanna grab a bite to eat? I know a good place.” You could’ve sworn you saw a slight tint of red on his face as he spoke.

You thought for a moment. While Dazai kept you out of his personal life, he was sure well versed in your own.

But it was just grabbing a bite right? You supposed the boss wouldn’t really mind you just having a friendly interaction.

Nakahara waited anxiously for your response, about to just say never mind and walk away until you finally answered.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that” you smiled, Nakahara smiled back in relief.

And that’s how the two of you began seeing each other.

He’d find you after work and take you out. Then you finally asked for his number so you could talk outside of work as well.

All the while, you were still having your “meetings” with Dazai.

And he could tell your mind was somewhere else, always drifting at some point, and this was getting annoying.

So he began having a few lackeys follow you around and see what was going on in your life.

At first what they reported to him was harmless, he really didn’t care that you were hanging out with Chuuya, to him it was just one more eye to keep on you.

However, he didn’t tell Chuuya he had been watching the both of you. Y’know, just in case.

He had no reason to worry.

Chuuya was nothing to worry about.

Until he was.

Dazai had called you up for yet another “meeting”, these days they had been getting more and more frequent.

As Chuuya left the room, he gave you a smile in passing.

Things went as usual, small talk not lasting too long before his hands were on you.

He held your face so tenderly, kissed you gently, comfortably laid himself in your arms, all like a real lover.

And you kissed him back so carefully, softly traced circles in his back as you held his waist, and looked into his dark eyes, all like your heart belonged to him alone.

And then again, it was over, and he was your boss and you, his subordinate who had given up on anything real with him.

You walk out of his office and just as you walk out the door and begin to turn to the corridor, Chuuya is there leaning against the wall.

“Oh Chuuya, you can go ahead back in now. We’re.. done.” You feel your face heat up slightly at the mention of what just happened.

“I’ll go.. in a sec.” He replies blankly, not looking at you once.

“Is something the matter?” You place a hand on his shoulder, only for him to grab your wrist tightly.

“I can’t take it anymore..” he seethed, you thought he could’ve broke your wrist if he gripped any tighter.

Before anything like that could happen, he just released your wrist completely before letting himself fall into your chest.

“Chuuya..?” You looked down at him worriedly.

“I hate him.. why does he get to kiss you..? To love you..?” His fists clenched and shook as he spoke.

“What are you saying..?” You asked worriedly.

He lifted his head slightly and looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak.

But then he caught a glimpse of Dazai’s lackey’s walking toward the both of you.

He pushed away from you and walked right back to Dazai’s office without a word.

You stood in shock, what the hell just happened? What is Chuuya saying? He hates the boss for kissing you..?

Then your phone buzzes in your pocket, a message from Chuuya.

It’s an address, a bar out of town?

“We’ll talk later.”

After work you drove straight to the location Chuuya sent you, pulling up to a small bar in between two larger buildings.

You walked in and scanned the area until you saw your coworker sitting hunched over the bar, hat removed and placed on a seat by his side.

Chuuya was a bit tipsy by now, not drunk though, he was well aware of your hesitant frame and worried eyes approaching him.

He looks over and nods at you, removing his hate from the seat so you could sit.

You sat down quietly, then you spoke.

“What’s going on Chuuya?” You questioned, turning to face him.

“I.. I like you, a lot. I might as well be fucking in love with you.” He groaned, dropping his face between his hands.

You watched as his ears turn red, even his gloves weren’t hiding the trembling of his hands.

“Chuuya?” You called for his attention but he just grumbled.

“Chuuya, look at me. Please..?” Your tone was soft.

He slowly turned his head to you, only one eye look toward you.

You scooted in closer, tilting your head to get a better view of his eye.

“I love you too.” You smiled, his eye widened and Chuuya jolted up completely and looked you in the eyes to be sure you were genuine.

He exhaled shakily, moving toward you quickly and wrapping his arms around your neck tightly.

You returned the hug just as tight, smiling widely.

After a long while, you both laughed lightly as you separated.

And that’s how you became the loving boyfriend of Nakahara Chuuya.

And that’s also how Chuuya put a large target on his own back.

[bloodstainedsaint]

thank you thank you thank yooou!! And I don’t mind waiting for good stuff 🤷‍♀️

Okay so my idea kinda was in episode 7 when George and Lipton is in the same foxhole. So they get “hit” by the dud but the reader is so scared something actually happened to George, so she is running towards their foxhole and George is screaming for her to stay put cuz he’s okay and then she gets hit….or almost…I mean something tragic. I wanna bawl my eyes out.

And of course…feel free to not do it, if you think it sucks🧡 Love your stuff and have a good day !

louder than bombs (george luz x reader)

word count: 1800+

warnings: blood, gore, death, angst (w happy ending), bff! roe, mutual pining, i hint at both renée x roe AND baberoe

notes: used some hcs from this (shameless self-plug), and happy new year to all! i hope that 2024 is your year :)

“So, you and Luz, huh?”

Despite Lieutenant Dike’s request not to (like you'd listen to a coward like him anyway, even if he did have a good point), you and Eugene were sharing a foxhole — one a few meters behind where Skip, Penk, Don, and Luz were standing around in a circle, joking and laughing.

Taking your eyes off the man in question — you'd been staring at him from afar for too long, anyway — you turned to Eugene with a befuddled expression. “What do you mean, ‘You and Luz?’”

He took one look at your face and chuckled around the cigarette in his mouth. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean.”

“You say that as if we’re together or something, Gene,” you scoffed and held yourself tighter for warmth.

“Practically. Seen yourself lately? You blush and smile whenever he talks to you.”

Spluttering in response, you could feel your ears going red. “Well, Bayou, what if I’m blushing because it's zero degrees out here? And what if he’s just a funny guy in general?”

Eugene glanced over to the group of men, and, as if on cue, they were cracking up at George’s impression of the chickenshit lieutenant. “He’s a good match for you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, I'm so glad you approve,” you said, rolling your eyes at your friend. “Gonna read our wedding rites now?”

He put out his cigarette. “He makes you laugh. We could all use some of that.”

You inspected the faraway look in Eugene’s eyes, and you knew he was right. The fatal accident with the goddamned Luger that killed Hoobler recently, the barrage earlier today that sent both Joe Toye and Bill home with missing right legs, the overall misery of this frozen hell. You’d all seen your fair share of blood and open flesh; the company needed the beam of light that was George Luz.

Watching Luz as he was pulled aside by Lipton, you exhaled, nodded, and huddled a little closer to Eugene. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right.” After a few quiet, thoughtful moments, a small smile creeped back up on your face when you thought of something to bring up the mood again.

“You never heard me teasing you about Renée,” you muttered beneath your breath, loud enough for him to hear and correct you on because you had teased him about the Belgian nurse. Before he could, you pushed on, your grin growing, “Hey, what about you and Babe, huh?”

Now it was his turn to turn to you shocked. Your snickering was interrupted by the roaring, deafening sound of a bombardment shredding trees around you.

“Shit!” you cursed, the night sky lighting up with fireworks of yellow and white. Snow and dirt erupted from the ground like spurts of lava from a volcano. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard bellows of “Incoming!” and other indistinct cries.

Turning to the man next to you, you shouted above the din, “Eugene, you alright?”

“Fine,” he shouted back as he clutched his helmet tight to his head. “You?”

“Fine,” you echoed with a nod, though maybe your head had moved on its own with the shaking ground beneath you. You strained your ears to single out cries for a medic; you didn't catch any, and you weren't sure if that was because no one had gotten hurt yet or because they were dead within an instant.

You peeped over the edge of your foxhole. In the flashes of light, you could make out amongst the silhouette of wrecked trees George hurriedly crawling on the ground towards a foxhole with two soldiers in it, yelling for him to come on. If your hearing wasn't failing you, you recognized their voices as Skip and Penk.

“What d’ya see?” Eugene poked his head out of the foxhole.

Your voice was strangled in your throat as you helplessly watched George inch his way toward cover. “I—” you started, before a shell directly hit the two men in the middle of their calls. Frantically, you backed into your foxhole. “Skip and Penk, they’re…”

“What?” Eugene shouted, and you realized you had only murmured it.

“Muck and Penkala got hit!” you cried. The look you gave Eugene told him that there would be no saving them.

You got back up to peek over your foxhole and saw that Luz had vanished. Your heart sank in your chest, right down to the pits of your stomach.

Before your mind could register what was going on, your feet lifted you up and out of the foxhole. You could faintly hear Eugene yelling at you to come back, (Y/N), what the hell are you doing? You hit the ground at the same time a shell did just meters away from you, showering you in debris. Yet, you felt distant from the thought of danger or bodily harm, your raw instinct on overdrive; the only thing that was running through your mind as you dashed through the devastated forest was if George was okay.

Eyes flitting around, you caught a glimpse of him getting into a foxhole with Lip. As waves of relief washed over you, you jumped into a foxhole a distance behind them. A shell impacted nearby and swept the fallen trees acting as their cover towards you. You pulled your knees close to your chest and covered your head, staying like that as the barrage kept up.

Then, for just a second, it was silent. Closing your eyes, you caught your breath. A whistling sound ceased the brief respite, and you peered over just in time to see smoke coming from George and Lipton’s foxhole. Your mind disconnected itself from your body once again; it felt like you were moving in slow motion as your feet took you to them. That smoke clouded your senses, your thoughts — all you could see and hear were the vivid memories of Hoobler’s wound gushing blood and his dull eyes closing shut for the last time; you treating Bill’s still twitching leg while Toye’s shredded one was being bandaged by Eugene only feet away; and Muck and Penkala’s foxhole going up in a spray of dirt and a show of light, abruptly cutting off their shouting.

What were you going to see when you arrived at their foxhole? Bloodstained snow? Mangled limbs? Ruined corpses? Even the thought made you want to sob.

Your heart thundered in your ear, louder than any bombs or artillery the Germans could send at you, but you could vaguely discern George’s voice in your trance.

“Damn it, am I yelling medic? Stay right fucking there, (Y/N)!”

Right as you were shaken out of your own head, your eyes focusing on the two unharmed men as they yelled for you to stay put, a shell hit a tree hardly an arm’s length away from you. The burst launched you backwards, lodging shrapnel into your face and all over your body.

You let your eyes flutter closed as the screaming started.

-

“(Y/N)!” George bawled, witnessing the last shell of the bombardment blast the tree right next to you.

“George, get down!” Lip pushed George down into the foxhole from where he'd been peeking over to helplessly watch your unsteady advance.

George couldn't get the image of you shielding yourself at the last second out of his head. He broke free from Lipton and crawled out of his foxhole to your unmoving figure, relieved to find that you were still breathing out clouds of vapor, albeit unevenly. Your right cheek was cut and bleeding, as well as your arms, legs, torso — hell, was there anywhere you weren’t bleeding from?

He cradled your head to his, whispering that it's gonna be alright and you’re gonna be just dandy, (Y/N), even though he didn't believe those words himself. He lifted his head from yours and yelled for a medic with a hoarse voice, already scratched up from having to shout over the booming to tell Lipton that Muck and Penkala got hit.

George then realized that he had gotten extremely lucky that day; Muck and Penkala had been shelled just before he reached their foxhole, and the shell that had landed next to him and Lipton was a dud. Staring down at your bloodied form, he darkly concluded that maybe he wasn't lucky — maybe he just brought bad luck to everyone else.

Eugene seemed to materialize out of thin air at the panicked calls for a doctor and kneeled over you, ordering, “Set ‘em down, set ‘em down!” George laid you down on the icy ground, and he saw that your eyes were open now, darting around at your surroundings. You looked frightened and pained, yet when your eyes finally settled on him, you seemed somewhat at ease.

“Jesus, what did I tell you, (Y/N)?” Eugene reprimanded, but the concern in his voice was evident. He began picking out the shrapnel from your flesh, and you wailed out in agony. Ripping open a sulfa packet with his teeth, he then shook the powder onto your countless wounds.

In the back of his mind, George knew that your pained whimpers would haunt him forever if you didn't pull through, acting as the price of his "good luck".

“Told me to come back, Genie,” you smiled mirthlessly, which quickly became a wince with the gash in your cheek. The white medic band around your arm was stained the same color as the red cross on it.

Lipton was out of the foxhole at this point and assisting Eugene with bandaging your injuries. “You’ll be fine, alright? Just hang in there.”

George registered that he had only been staring, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. He intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed your clammy hand, to which you weakly squeezed back.

Grimacing while he injected you with morphine, Eugene said to Lipton, “They’re bleeding bad, Sarge; we gotta get ‘em back to an aid station.”

George’s voice sounded far off from himself. “I’ll radio for a jeep.” As he did so, his hand still clutching yours, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the excruciation on your face. For some reason, he felt guilty.

Though it felt like years to him, the jeep arrived shortly, and the three of them carried you to the stretcher on the hood of the vehicle and gingerly placed you upon it.

Gazing down upon you on that stretcher, your face streaked with crimson, your hair matted with dried blood, George wanted to say, “I still find you beautiful, Bloody Mary," but for what felt like first time in his life, the words weren't there and the wiseass comment just refused to come out right.

What came tumbling out of his lips instead was, “I love you.”

Pausing, Lipton and Eugene exchanged a knowing look and watched with bated breath. Meanwhile, George wanted to smack himself for letting the adrenaline coursing through his veins get to him; this was definitely not what you wanted to hear — rejecting him should be the least of your worries right now.

To his utter disbelief, you smiled, in spite of yourself and the grim circumstances. “I love you too, George.”

Once his brain wrapped around the fact that you needed him as much as he needed you, he implored, "Come back to me, alright?” He gently caressed your cheek, his voice sounding different to himself with the undertone of desperation. “I—I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

You placed a feeble hand over his and turned to press a kiss to it. “I'm counting on it.”

The driver finally grew tired of the delay and urged them to get moving. George stepped away as Eugene hopped in the jeep’s shotgun seat to escort you back to the aid station.

Lighting a cigarette with trembling hands, George watched the jeep dissipate into the blanket of night.

-

Eugene let things sink in for a while; you were grateful for the time to rest as the morphine kicked in. When you arrived, though, you were awake enough to hear him ask again, a rare smirk hidden in his voice:

“So, you and Luz, huh?”

-

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA : for bringing up 3 year old drama after I saw and recognised my ex’s AITA??

Okay I may be the total asshole that I’ve been called by my ex over this but I want to know everyone here’s opinion since apparently that’s what we do now.

So my ex made a ‘AITA’ and submitted it and it got quite a few responses. (I want to thank the general majority for giving him a YTA).

His post honestly made me laugh when I realised what it was. The title was about me and yet the entire post was about how much he misses his other ex and a ‘woe is me’ kinda self pity ( a little context cuz idk if I should include his title for you all to see: he cheated on her with me).

Anyways he was my best friend at the time and me and her had never really got along up until right before this happened . (That was shitty of me I know that but that’s not what I’m talking about now) . We’re all still in the same circle and since it was such a big betrayal (and he’s still so painfully obvious in how he refuses to let her go) the whole incident is still quite a big elephant in the room.

Now this is where I might be the asshole. I saw his post, recognised it and decided that I wouldn’t bring it up. It was just give him more of her attention, as he so desperately craves. The only issue is me and him dated like a year after the incident , then after me and the other girl bonded over what a complete ass of a guy he is.

We were all hanging out (our entire group) and me and this girl were sat together talking like normal (we’re actually roommates now) when he started calling her by his old pet name for her and flirting.

She became physically tense and uncomfortable where she sat next to me (the whole event was too much for her and she ended up in therapy to learn to trust again). It was then that I just couldn’t help myself (sidenote: I’m fiercely protective of her especially after I saw the effects of what I did to her) (second side note: I might also genuinely be in love with her) and I mentioned the AITA post.

I said “I thought you just wanted to put it past us?”. He looked so confused, everyone around us went silent and I just carried on. “I mean, that’s what you put on your Am I the Asshole post. That you just ‘wished we could all just leave it in the past’? Remember at the very end?”

Uproar. My roommate/the other girl burst into tears asking why he had to still after all these years put it on the fucking internet of all things. (She later asked me to show it to her and broke down reading the comments where people were being somewhat negative about her too) .

Whereas all of our friends (who usually just ignore his dickish behaviour) were calling him out saying the post doesn’t even remotely make him seem like what he is actually like and that it was way downplayed and that it was completely stupid of him to put up about the incident 3 years later still seeking validation for being just a dick.

Anyway now he’s pissed at me because everyone’s pissed at him for the post.

So tell me folks AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 11: Jeff

Word Count: 620/Rating: T/Pairing: none/CW: older Corroded Coffin, takes place in 2024, all of the guys are idiots/Tags: Jeff, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, TikTok, modern!Corroded Coffin

Divider credit to @silkholland

Jeff has always been the brains of Corroded Coffin. He was the one who ensured the lighting was set before their performances at The Hideout back in high school. If an amp is faulty, he can fix it without batting an eye. Even in his middle school years, he was a proud member of the AV Club. 

But this?

Jeff squints at the phone screen, trying to navigate the For You page. He’s not exactly sure who ‘you’ is, because none of these videos seem remotely interesting to him. 

“What exactly am I doing here?”

“I dunno,” Eddie shrugs, scratching at the gray stubble on his cheek as he peers over Jeff’s shoulder. “Robin just said we need to make an account and to ‘connect with our younger fans.’”

Gareth has his own phone out to read off an article. “Says here that to create videos on TikTok, you press the little plus sign. Then you can add filters—”

“Filters?” Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. 

“Smooths out wrinkles, hides zits, brightens your eyes.” Jeff fills him in, still focused on the app. “Okay, now what?”

Gareth scrolls a little more. “Music. You click ‘add sound’ and then choose the song you want.”

“Ooh, how about the one that goes ‘I’m working late, ‘cuz I’m a singer’?” Grant offers, singing in an awful falsetto. 

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Or we could…I dunno…use a Corroded Coffin song?” He taps the search box and types in the band’s name. “Hell and Back is our most popular on here, apparently.”

“How?” Eddie plucks the phone from Jeff’s grasp. “We haven’t even used this app before.”

“But our songs are on here,” Jeff explains, conjuring up all of his remaining patience. “And people use those with their videos.”

The other three band members nod, but Jeff’s willing to bet that none of them have any clue what’s going on. He takes the phone back from Eddie, selects the song, and turns to Gareth. “What’s next?”

“Hold down the red circle to record.” Gareth looks around at his bandmates. “Any ideas about what we wanna do first?”

The room plunges into silence until Eddie speaks up. “This isn’t the nudie website, right?”

Grant snorts. “No, that’s OnlyFans.”

“That was a quick answer, Granty-Boy. A little too quick.”

“Beavis! Butthead!” Jeff snaps, effectively shutting them up. “Robin’s email said we should just introduce ourselves and say that we’re excited to be on TikTok.”

He aims the camera at Eddie first. “Go ahead and say your name.”

“Eddie.”

“Christ on a cracker.” He massages the bridge of his nose. “Try actually greeting people. Like, ‘hey, I’m Eddie.’”

“Coulda just said that,” Eddie grumbles, but he looks into the camera and repeats what Jeff said. The rest of the band follows suit as Jeff directs them.  

When it’s Jeff’s turn, he smiles and turns the camera on himself. “I’m Jeff. Welcome to Corroded Coffin’s TikTok!” He moves his finger off of the record button. “All right, let’s see what we got.”

“Go ahead and say your name.”

“Eddie.”

“Christ on a cracker. Try actually greeting people. Like, ‘hey, I’m Eddie.’”

“Coulda just said that. Okay, hey, I’m Eddie.”

“Great. Okay, now Grant.”

“I’m Grant. Super excited to finally be on OnlyFans.”

“Grant!”

“Sorry, I mean TikTok.”

“Gare?”

“Hi, I’m Gareth. I like long walks on the beach, outdoor concerts—”

“This isn’t your personal dating profile.”

“Just making conversation.”

“You’re all hopeless. Anyway. I’m Jeff. Welcome to Corroded Coffin’s TikTok!”

Jeff glances up from the video, cringing as it starts playing on a loop. Whatever Robin had in mind for this social media endeavor, it probably wasn’t this. 

“Hey, Gareth?”

“Ya?”

“Can you Google how to edit videos on TikTok?”

--

[parachutingkitten]

Dragons Rising Lloyd/Akita Reunion, cuz the show hasn't given it to me yet.

Lloyd and the kids are on their way to the First Realm, but run into an old familiar face along the way. Definitely a little flirty, but can still be read as platonic.

No one could quite pin down what was wrong with the trees around them. They were too straight. Too baren. Too… something. It was as if they had somehow noticed a change about this place which they had no familiarity with. Perhaps it was just the overcast day and the subtle winds which made the wood seem so ominous, or perhaps there was something more sinister going on. Either way, the feeling between the group was palpable- they were lost.

“You sure you know where we’re going?” Sora asked. “This doesn’t really seem like a trail anymore.”

“That’s because it’s a shortcut,” Lloyd assured her, holding up the map. “Or at least… I think it is.”

“I might have preferred the main path if it had less of a creepy forest vibe than this one,” Arin added, looking skeptically up at the trees.

Lloyd closed the map, confident in his direction. “Look, this will save us two whole hours, the only reason it’s typically avoided is because this forest is supposedly cursed.”

“You know, you had the option of not telling us that,” Arin groaned. 

“Trust me, the last thing you want is your teacher keeping things from you,” Lloyd mused. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Sora broke in. 

“Hear what?” Arin asked. 

Lloyd held his hand up, stopping the group. “No, I heard it too.”

The three stood in silence for a moment, listening for the sound to come again. It was hard to discern through the light winds humming through the branches, but it was there: the sound of living movement.

“You two stay close,” Lloyd instructed his students, continuing to scan the treeline. He squinted through the homogeneous rows of bark surrounding them, but still couldn’t see where the noise sourced from. Erring on the side of caution, his hand began to reach back for his sword. However, before he could even make contact with the metal, a flash of white burst towards him, knocking him to his back. The movement was accompanied by a deep growl, and a sharp scream from either side of him. 

Lloyd felt strangely overpowered by the weight which fell on his chest. It came in two pointed placements and pressed in a way which seemed to go through him, taking with it most of his breath. The noise he heard was unequivocally animal, and the vigor which restrained him matched that assessment. As he squinted upwards at his attacker he was able to make out the beast's face. A wolf- but not just any wolf.

"Akita?" He used the last of his air to address the creature.

The growling stopped as the animal retreated, allowing Lloyd to sit up, and more importantly, breath.

The wolf now circled around him, bumping into his arms with a friendly familiarity. 

"Hey, it's good to see you too," Lloyd chuckled. 

"You know this dog?" Sora asked.

"I do!" Lloyd smiled. He looked into the animal's eyes fondly. "She was, um…"

There was a bright flash of light as the form before him began to shift. As the shock from the shine subsided, he made out the image of a woman reaching down to help him up. It was a familiar face, but a changed one. Her wild raven hair was much longer now, tied back into a tight ponytail which exploded behind her, and topped with her familiar animal adornment. Her figure was clothed largely in black, and fit to her body much more closely. On her were obviously several weapons, along with a number of other useful objects attached to her person directly. But her face seemed much the same, her smile just as shyly offered, and the marks which framed it right where he remembered them. "I'm an old friend," she finished. 

Lloyd took her hand as a pair of awed marvelings came from the kids. Her strength easily tugged him upward, their eyes remaining locked as he made his ascent. 

“I didn’t think you were- I mean-” Lloyd paused for a moment to avoid stumbling over himself any further. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I can’t say I thought the same.” Akita tightened her grip on his hand before finally letting it go.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lloyd chuckled.

“It means Lloyd Garmadon seems like the type of person to turn up in unexpected places.” Akita smiled. “As you have!” She gestured to the forest around them.

“This is the girl from the Never-Realm!” Arin burst out, finally drawing their attention away from each other.

Lloyd glanced back and forth between him and Akita. “Yes, she is. How did you-?”

“Does this mean she’s the one that-”

“We don’t have to elaborate on that description,” Lloyd stopped him, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. “Seems like you got it figured out.”

“I’m still lost,” Sora chimed in.

Lloyd let out a heavy sigh. “Sora, Arin, this is Akita, I met her on a mission a while back, she’s originally from the Never-Realm. Akita, this is Arin and Sora, they’re my… students.”

Akita was grinning wildly by this point. “Students, huh?” she turned her attention to the children in question. “What’s this idiot been teaching you?”

“He’s been training us to be ninja!” Arin jumped excitedly.

“He’s been training me to use my elemental power,” Sora added.

“I already taught myself the basics of spinjitzu,” Arin continued. “but it’s awesome having a teacher!”

“Self taught is the best way to learn,” Akita offered Arin a high five, which he eagerly reciprocated. “I like your ears,” Akita turned to Sora, pointing above her head. “You make them yourself?”

Sora reached up toward the accessory, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, I… yeah.”

“What are you doing out here?” Lloyd asked, his attention still strongly attached to his rediscovered ally. 

“I live here,” She shrugged. “I’m out collecting tree bark.” She tapped a small pouch that hung at her side. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you do with the tree bark?” Arin cut in.

Akita smiled, pulling out her dagger. “You peel it off, very carefully,” She placed her blade along the nearest tree, carefully shaving off a long strip of bark. “You take it home, clean it, dry it.” She tossed the piece to Arin, who caught it easily. “And it makes an excellent tea.”

Arin’s eyes had grown wide, Sora looking at it over his shoulder, her hands reaching for her pocket knife.

Having distracted the kids, Akita again turned to her new-found companion, quieting her voice.

“What are you doing here? No one ever comes through here.”

“We’re headed to the First Realm.” Lloyd answered, matching her tone. “We’ve got a whole dragon problem going on, and we think the realm of Oni and Dragon might have some answers.”

Akita’s face ruffled in confusion. “The First Realm?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd answered, a strain of uncertainty entering his tone.

Akita stared at him a moment in thought. “You’re almost certainly headed the wrong direction.”

“Really?” Lloyd sighed, reaching for his map. 

“I told you we were lost!” Sora called over to them, now struggling with her knife against a nearby tree.

“We can’t be going the wrong direction. We’re right here,” Lloyd pointed on the map. “in the Unsleeping Woods-”

“No, right now we’re in the Forest of the Tamed.” Akita placed a finger a few inches away from Lloyd’s as his gaze froze on the spot. 

“How could we have…”

“You probably mixed up the Forbidden Path with the Forsaken Path.” Akita took the map from his hands, tracing along the two trails. “The Forsaken Path takes you much farther North.”

“That… would do it.” Lloyd sighed.

“I’m sorry, we were on something called the Forsaken Path?” Arin butt in. 

“Technically, I thought I was taking you on the Forbidden Path.” Lloyd corrected him. 

“You do know that’s not better, right?” Arin groaned. 

“Well, it’s far too late an hour for you to start that direction now.” Akita rolled up the map, handing it back to her companion. “But my camp is nearby, and I have plenty of extra space.”

Lloyd’s vision turned to his students, thinking for a moment.

“You are gonna let us hang out with the cool wolf-lady, right?” Sora asserted, bark strip in hand. 

“Wait, does that mean this forest isn’t cursed?” Arin spoke up.

“Well, it's a different forest, but it could still be cursed.” Sora prodded him. 

Lloyd turned back to Akita, his eyes narrow. “You sure we won’t be a bother to anyone?”

Akita smirked. “No one to be a bother to, except me. I’m a scout. I’m camped by myself in an abandoned fishing village. It’ll be nice to have the company,” she assured him.

Lloyd smiled, his mind still a mush at seeing the face in front of him. “You’re sure?”

Akita rolled her eyes, walking past him. “Come one everyone! Camp is just a few minutes west of here!”

…

Akita gingerly closed the door on the common building, a targeted grin on her lips. “So… Kids?”

“It’s a new development.” Lloyd shrugged, shrinking back a bit.

“No, I like it!” she quickly clarified. “The responsibility seems good for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lloyd chuckled, swinging off his backpack.

“It just means…” Akita thought for a moment. “Adulthood is a good look on you, that’s all.”

“Well, your new job looks good on you too,” Lloyd glanced up at her as he sat the pack on a bench near the door. “You seem like you make a great scout.”

“Well, I certainly did a good job of finding you,” she teased. 

“It seems like a pretty important role. I bet Kataru is really proud!” Lloyd continued.

Akita was quiet for a moment, her demeanor falling. “Yes…”

Lloyd paused, studying her face. “Or not?” He offered. 

Akita’s face hung before facing her companion. “Kataru didn’t make it through the merge.” The air in the room was suddenly filled with a thick stillness. “Most of my people didn’t.”

There was a beat of silence before Lloyd took her arm, guiding them both down to the bench. “Are you alright? I mean, I can’t imagine. Have you been by yourself all this time?”

“I’ve been fine,” Akita waved it off.

Lloyd’s face was stuck puzzled as he processed the new information. “I thought the Never-Realm had a lot of land carry over. The produce is all over the place.”

“Much of the realm did make it through.” Akita agreed. “But the majority of it is uninhabited wilderness… so that’s largely what survived.”

“Akita, I’m so sorry,” Lloyd placed a hand on her knee. “I had no idea.”

“My role as scout is the only reason I made it. If I had been home with my family, I would be gone with them.”

Lloyd felt the pain in her words, and could empathize all too easily. “You know, I lost my whole team in the merge. I thought I would never see them again. And I’ve found some of them since then, but I still remember how hard it was, thinking you’re absolutely alone like that. It can be so difficult just to find a reason to keep going.”

Akita looked back at her friend with pity. “Well, it’s nothing worth complaining about.” She pat his back as she stood, making her way further into the room.

“...what?” Lloyd turned over his shoulder to look back at her, thoroughly confused.

“Everyone lost things in the merge.” She shrugged. “We are not special. All that’s left to do is focus on what we do have.” Akita pulled out her dagger, moving to the water basin towards the back of the room to clean it. “I was lucky enough to make it through the merge, and with me came an abundance of territory I was familiar with and knew how to survive off of.” She glanced up from her work. “And now I’ve even found you. So that’s three things I have to my advantage.”

Lloyd sat on the bench, body twisted around, stunned for a moment. “I guess that’s one way of looking at things.”

“What’s the alternative?” Akita questioned. 

“I don’t know. Feel your feelings a bit?” Lloyd offered. “Didn’t losing so much ever make you feel a little… I don’t know. Lost? Scared? Hopeless?”

There was a breath of silence as Akita pinpoint her words. “Loss is unavoidably painful, and I am not immune to pain.” Akita dried her dagger, it shining in the dim lantern light. “But giving up hope is the coward’s way out. It means you’ve decided you will no longer fight.” She stood up, starting back towards Lloyd. “And I am no coward.”

Lloyd sat with the statement, his eyes still caught on the shine of the dagger as she again approached the bench. 

“You on the other hand,” she pointed the weapon at him with a smirk. “I’m not so sure.”

“Hey!” Lloyd laughed, standing to meet her height. “I’m plenty courageous!”

“Perhapps, but not that I’ve seen.” Akita shrugged, slipping the knife back into its scabbard. 

“Not true.” Lloyd shook his head.

“What was the brave part? When I had to save you from wolves, or from the giant ice bird, or when you spilled out your feelings to an animal you thought couldn’t understand you,”

“Okay, okay,” Lloyd waved her off, still chuckling.

“-when your supposed friend very easily captured you, or when you ran away after a girl kissed you?”

“To be fair, she was a very intimidating girl,” Lloyd beamed.

Akita grinned, a bit of blush sneaking onto her cheeks. “Well, I don’t think she was trying to be… at the time anyway.”

Lloyd’s face tensed for a moment, his words hesitating. “I feel like I might need to apologize-”

“No, no!” Akita quickly cut him off. “You don’t need to-”

“Well, everything just ended so abruptly,” Lloyd shrugged. “I feel like maybe we didn’t get any proper closure because I had to leave-”

Akita scrambled for words. “I knew what I was doing, and that it would leave things…” a sigh of defeat left her lips. “It was just one of those silly teenage impulses,” she chuckled. Her frame had softened a drastic amount over the past few exchanges. 

Lloyd sat with the statement for a moment, still unsure of how he felt about it. “Yeah… right,” he landed on matching her nervous chuckle, the room now palpably less fluid.

Akita leaned forward, attempting to ease the newfound tension. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s caused you much more distress than it ever has me.” A smile snuck onto her lips again. “Given your romantic history and all.”

Lloyd’s eyes playfully narrowed. “Low blow.”

“How has it been since then? Anyone else to add to the story?” Akita asked, starting towards one of the food storages. 

Lloyd laughed to himself, loosely following her movements over to the large table at the center of the room. “Yeah actually, it’s… Harumi.”

Akita looked up from her search for a snack. “Again?”

“Yep,” Lloyd nodded, leaning back on the table.

“I thought she died.” Akita returned to her search, thoroughly confused. 

“Well, she did. Or at least I think she did. But she got resurrected through like… dark magic I guess?” 

Akita pulled out an orange from the pack. “So she came back. Was she different?” she asked, beginning to peel her snack. “Like she didn’t want to kill you anymore after the building collapse or..?”

Lloyd’s mouth hung agape, trying to avoid stating the inevitable. “No she… she still wanted to kill me.”

“And you still liked her?” 

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds really bad!” Lloyd began to laugh.

“That is really bad!” Akita stressed, her too beginning to chuckle.

“Come on, I mean first crushes are always the hardest to shake, you know?”

“I do…” Akita’s smile landed quietly on her expression, her eyes darting back down to her orange as she finished peeling. “So, what happened with her?” She crossed the expanse between them to the table and leaned next to him.

“Well, she went to prison. She did a bunch of crazy stuff, so there was no way she was getting out of that.”

Akita offered him an orange wedge, which he promptly took. “Well, that will put a spike in things.”

He hummed in agreement as he finished chewing. “It’s probably for the better though. I do not think that relationship would have worked out.”

“No kidding,” Akita mused, popping another wedge into her own mouth. 

“I mean she had a lot of trauma related to me, and I had a lot of trauma related to her. And now I don’t even know where she is after the merge.”

“Did the prison make it through?”

Lloyd nodded. “It did, but there was also a massive jailbreak during the chaos, so she could be anywhere. It’s possible she didn’t even make it through.”

Akita stared down at the orange cradled in her hands. “Do you… think about her much?”

Lloyd breathed a heavy sigh. “It’s been less as time goes on. But it’s hard not to wonder about her.” His voice had quieted dramatically. “I don’t even know if she ever had feelings for me. But I think there’s part of me that will always care about her, despite everything.” He rolled his eyes. 

Akita held a glance over at him, her mind running with a thousand thoughts. “Maybe you just have a thing for women who try to kill you.”

His expression cracked again into laughter. “No, I don’t think so.”

“I don’t know, I don’t see any other reasonable explanation for your attachment to her.”

Lloyd smirked. “You know, you’re right. I can’t help it. I’m attracted to the danger.”

“No,” Akita shook her head. “I find it much more likely you enjoy feeling intimidated.”

“Is that why you attacked me out in the forest?” he teased. “So maybe your little crush would go somewhere?”

Akita smiled, her gaze returning forward. “You know, I did have a crush on you when you left.” 

“Yeah?” Lloyd prompted her.

“I did.” Akita set the orange down next to her. “And I’ve spent most days after that wondering how on earth,” Lloyd began giggling. “that could ever have happened. I mean someone so annoying, immature, weak,”

“Okay-” Lloyd interjected.

“dorky, cocky, just generally unlikable as you,” Akita continued. “I wrote it off as a complete fluke fairly quickly.”

“Well, that’s great to know.” They both smiled at each other. Akita’s eyes broke first, a weakness entering her voice.

“But, I have to say, being here with you again,” She spoke, her voice almost a whisper. “...I get it.” 

Her eyes remained firmly forward, refusing to perceive whatever reaction might come from her words. 

Lloyd was pensive, a number of emotions beginning to manifest inside him. “You know, I meet a lot of people in a lot of different places doing my job,” he began. “And I always thought it was so unfair that the one person I wanted to see again the most, was the one person I couldn’t get to.”

Akita turned to glance at him again, his eyes ready to meet hers with an admiration that instantly encircled her gaze. A strain built between the two; she could almost swear it was physicalizing in the air around them.

Akita groaned, burying her head in her hands as her nerves caught up with her. “I did it last time- I’m not going to be the one to do it again.”

Lloyd giggled dizzily at her reaction. “You know, girls have only ever kissed me first. I don’t really have experience initiating things.”

Akita tilted her face back to him. “So, you’re saying you would want to kiss me right now?” she challenged. 

Lloyd felt the blood rush further into his cheeks as he struggled for an answer. “I’m not saying that I… I mean you-” 

Akita chuckled, straightening up to face him again, waiting for a response.

Lloyd sighed, his eyes refusing to leave hers as much as he wished he might be able to. “It’s just… silly teenage impulses.”

[dogstar9069]

SHOW OFF/てらてら - Wada Takeaki/KurageP

Translation credit melanchoeddie and Yoshi

Another rehash of those same overused words

I’m forging another’s original words

But if I sync them into this song

This path I craft will disappear, right?

I’m always shaken and made mistakes

Trippin’ n’stumbling out of line countless times

And I can’t rectify these steps so I freeze instead

‘Cuz their painful hate hurts too much, y’know?

When I finally took my fate back

I found the free world so lovely

Though I’d forgotten all the doubts inside of my head

Can you remember what they were like?

I’m gone! I’m gone! I’m gone!

And you won’t find me

There’s no one you’ll find here

High above in the sky, I’m aiming to reach, such a blurry dream—I can’t even see

Hey, what do ya’ think?

Another rehash of those same overused words

I’m forging another’s original words

But do ya’ really think some bullshit reviews should determine your dreams ahead?

Reciting those redundant things they say

I realize—I don’t need such grandiose things!

And if I sync them into this song

My heart would lose sight of it’s true goal

Aah!

“I’m tugged and strangled by this white line

And if I try and run, I’d meet the end roll

‘Cuz I’m going around in circles with a single shot

There’s no second chances in life? Oh no!”

Lackin’ common sense and no thought process

My mouth ran so recklessly

So much so that I had been bounded and tied down, Hey—

Identity’s collapsing!

I don’t! I don’t! I don’t! Wanna start hating it

Neither myself nor the world I love

While I wait for my hopes to rise again

So here in the now shall we just—let our sounds resonate?

And if we keep rehashing those overused words

Do you really think we can cross the stratosphere?

‘Cuz justice is ruled by nostalgia, a little suspicious don’t ya’ think?

I’m sure we’re just parodies laughed at by God

I realize—I don’t wanna be such grandiose things!

And if I can’t be my heart’s true self

I’ll settle for just being a washed-up nobody!

And to feel real love you gotta step out of line

(Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh)

Let us find a place to sing out of their sights

(Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh)

And let us tear apart the facade of this seemingly perfect and flawless world

So we can reach the summit in the sky

For our dreams to decorate it

Hey, what do ya’ think?

Another rehash of those same overused words

I’m forging another’s original words

But within this endless promised land, did I ever find anything at all?

Reciting those redundant things they say

I realize—I don’t need such grandiose things!

And if I sync them into this song

My heart would lose sight of it’s true goal

Aah!

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

The Sons of Fëanor behind closed doors

Author’s note: A collection of random intimate moments between you and your favorite Fëanorian. Part 1/? There will definitely be more parts to this!

-

Caranthir

Carnistir always runs warm

It doesn’t matter how cold it is outside, his temperature never seems to drop. Must be his blood cuz its boiling  

In the evening, you’ll find him looking through the bookshelves in your chambers, thinking about which one he’s going to read to you

This is a routine you have established quite early on, him being a bookworm and you loving the sound of his voice and storytelling abilities 

He always comes back to join you right when your feet start getting cold. The second he sits down beside you, you bury them underneath his legs, certified personal heater 

He shudders at the coldness and shoots you an annoyed look, scolding you about how you should put on socks. 

"You’re going to catch a cold." 

"Not when I have you right here!" You grin and are met with him rolling his eyes 

When he opens the book, you throw your arms around his neck and look over his shoulder, waiting for him to start reading, but he just seems to be flipping through the pages aimlessly, too distracted by your sudden proximity

His face grows redder with every second

You snuggle into his hot cheek, and he feels you smile against his skin.

How is he supposed to focus?? Manz is flustered

"You do remember where we left off, right?" You ask teasingly, he just clears his throat and mutters something about chapter three. When he finally finds the chapter he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding forever 

Is it hot in here? Nope, just Cara’s body temperature which is off the charts by now 

There’s something about his reading voice, the way it sounds soft like a velvet blanket, yet so sharp

And though you’d love to listen to the story, the exhaustion takes over you, leaving you half asleep on his shoulder near the chapter’s end

He puts down the book and rests his head against yours for a moment, secretly smiling to himself in pure bliss before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed

Eru, the things you do to him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way 

Maedhros

This gentle giant loves it when you play with his hands

He noticed a long time ago how fidgety you would get whenever something was making you nervous

Your anxiety shows itself in you cracking your knuckles, playing with the rings on your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your clothing 

Sometimes, however, you wouldn’t have anything to help reduce your anxiety 

He made it a habit to look for that twitch in your fingers, and whenever that happens, he just takes your hands into his

And since his hands are significantly larger than yours, it would only take one of them to encapsulate both of yours, and squeeze them reassuringly (we’re obviously talking pre-oath here oop) while the other tends to whatever it is he was doing before

Although open displays of affection are frowned upon, he considers your comfort more important than the judgement he would receive 

Let’s be real, nobody would dare to ever voice their disapproval. It’s Maedhros they’re talking to, zero fucks given here

This morning, you have been sitting next to Mai in a meeting for the longest time when one of the attendees decides to criticize some of the contributions you have made earlier. You freeze. Heart starts beating impossibly fast at the tone of his voice, pointed and condescending. Eru. Do you answer? Are you supposed to answer?! He’s looking right at you. Eruerueru-

The second Mai’s hand finds yours under the table, the tension leaves your body. 

You take it with an urgency he recognizes all too well. One of your hands holds on to his wrist while the fingers on your other one intertwine themselves with his, your thumb drawing hectic circles into his cool skin. Your grip on his wrist tightens at times and you take deep breaths, trying to remain in control 

You let go of his wrist and trace the veins on the back of his hand, trying to memorize the way his skin feels on yours, before you turn his hand around in your lap and do the same thing with the lines on his palm

His hand is relaxed in your grip, gradually transferring some of that energy to you

He’s just so tall and self assured — the complete opposite of your current state — you could find solace in his presence alone if it weren’t for your itching fingers 

Your movements become slower the longer you stay in contact with him

It’s like his fëa gathers in his hand, knowing you need it to touch you directly to come to your senses

And so the rush wears off, eventually the attendee stops talking and you are able to form a response that is just coherent enough to be said out loud in this setting

And as a result of your bond and the indemmar emerging from it, Maitimo proceeds to expand your argument in his own words, closing the case gracefully as ever without letting anything show 

You don’t know what you’d do without him, especially in situations like these 

Maglor

Contrary to popular belief, Makalaurë is a clumsy individual 

You have to give that to him, his mind seems to be running nonstop, I imagine him to always be on the edge of sensory overload — just look at the world around you, how could you not want to capture every single aspect of it in poetry and song? 

So, naturally, he’s not always fully present, at least not when he’s scribbling things on paper

You can tell whether to talk to him or leave him to his affairs by the way he’s sitting, the speed and loudness of the quill on his paper.

The more he hunches his back, the more he squints his eyes, chews on his lower lip, the messier his handwriting appears, the jerkier he moves the quill — that’s when you know not to disturb him

Although sometimes, you yourself are quite preoccupied and forget about it

"LAURË!" you call out as you burst into his room, feet stomping on the wooden planks so enthusiastically their creaking could be mistaken for a cat screaming after having been stepped on its tail 

Poor Laurë is so startled, he jumps out of his skin, dies and is reborn all at once

The quill in his hand slides across the paper with the sudden movement of his arm and, yikes, the ink pot is sent flying along with pieces of parchment

He yells, eyes wide, hands in the air, frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights

You stop dead in your tracks and cover your mouth in shock, immediately regretting your loud entry

"ERU, Y/N, DON’T DO THIS TO ME" "I’M SO SORRY!!" "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" "I DON’T KNOW!!"

The last piece of paper lands on the ground, the air settles down and only then do you see the damage — splotches of ink are littered all over his desk and notes, his hands and sleeves. He sits there, with his upper body turned towards you, staring at his work on the floor, slowly breaking out of his state of shock and moving to pick it up with shaky hands

You hate to admit it to yourself, but he’s so unintentionally funny with his big eyes and startled movements. You can see how he’s trying to coordinate his thoughts again as his hands reach for each piece of paper below, sometimes grabbing the air instead of the actual object 

Somebody help this man

And Eru forbid, when he sees the spilled ink on his notes, he goes through all the stages of grief right in front of your eyes and you feel even worse for the laughter that’s bubbling up inside of you

He’s like a sloth, slowly collecting his belongings with calculating eyes

You hastily step to his side and help him arrange everything on the desk, then proceed to get a washcloth to wipe away the spilled ink

When you’re finished, you are met with judgemental eyes 

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry," you manage to get out before the laughter bursts out of you. Laurë huffs and before you know it, his blue fingertips smear the leftover ink across your face

"Hey!" you yelp when he picks you up and carries you outside

If it weren’t for the loud breath he lets out through his nose, you would have thought he was really mad at you, but he just puts you back down, trying his hardest to hide his smile upon seeing the blue lines on your face 

"I’ll just come back later," you purse your lips and look up at him. He shakes his head at the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then slamming the door in your face lol 

Celegorm

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that Tyelko loves nature

You, on the other hand, have certain things you’d prefer to stay away from, such as spiders 

And as much as you love him, his "conquer your fear" mindset is anything but dear to you. You’re a firm believer of respecting people’s fears and not forcing them to change that, whereas he thinks practically and doesn’t always consider your thoughts, such as right now

He came running into your room when he had heard you scream in fear, ready to attack whatever was threatening you, or so he thought 

So there you are, standing on a chair, pointing at the spider in his hand

"Tyelkormo, I swear on my life, if you come any closer-" 

"Y/N, you can’t be serious, it’s tiny." "I don’t care!" You yell, slowly stepping down from the chair and backing up

He smirks "You can’t be that scared, love" 

And all the alarms in your head go off when he steps closer to you, spider enclosed in his hand that is extended towards you

When your back hits the wall, you know you’re done for

"Tyelko-" "Just look at it!" He laughs at your reaction, knowing he won’t actually do anything. Deep down, you know it too, but he just loves to poke fun at you and you fall for it every single time

You think he'd leave it at that, but he actually dares to open his hand and of course, the spider jumps out in a frenzy, beginning to rope itself down from the palm of his hand

And you SCREAM, poor Tyelko actually has to cover his ears that's what he gets

The spider hurries away into some corner and you make a leap for the bed, grab a pillow and throw it at Tyelko, yelling at him to take it outside

When he finally does, your rage is still very much present and you take another pillow from behind you and hit him repeatedly

"Don't-" hit. "you-" hit. "ever-" hit. "do-" hit. "that-" hit. "again-" hit. "do-" hit. "you-" hit. "understand-" hit. "you're so annoying!!!"

He's obviously unfazed, if anything his smirk has grown even bigger

His arms snake around your waist and pull you close, cradling your head in his hand

"Did you seriously think I was going to let that spider harm you? You're so easy to tease, love"

Curufin

"Close your eyes," he instructs softly before carefully placing the item in your hands. He spent hours working on this, both scared and excited for your reaction

When he tells you to open your eyes again, they fall on a set of beautiful earrings. But that's not what makes you tear up!

Months ago, you had mentioned how much you missed the color of forget-me-nots in the winter time. It was a silly little thought you had voiced on a leisurely stroll with him on a rather cold morning, not expecting him to actually take it to heart like this

But here you are, in your hand these rose gold earrings, shaped like forget-me-nots, with little shimmering gems in the center — the same color as your favorite spring flower.

"Curufin!" you gasp, looking up at him

He just smiles and for the first time ever, he looks flustered, bashful, even

He's always so calm, stoic and levelheaded. To see him deliver a gesture like this is unusual to say the least

"Here, let me help you put them on," he gently takes the earrings out of your hands with his calloused fingers

You notice a band-aid on his left index finger, did he hurt himself when crafting these?

Once the earrings are on, you step in front of the mirror and Eru, the smile that blooms on your face almost makes his heart stop

Curvo was never one to display a lot of emotion, he just never deemed it necessary

But seeing you touched like this made him question what was so bad about letting his guard down sometimes

Especially when you would look at him, and his heart would erupt into a million tiny butterflies upon the effects of his gesture

Amrod

You're sat on the wooden fence framing the fields close to your estate, watching the cows

The sun is just about to set and you catch yourself staring at him

"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asks and raises his eyebrows, you're caught in the act

Quick, think of something to save yourself from the embarrassment!!! Or else he'll never stop teasing you about this!!!

So you flick his forehead and watch him open his mouth in protest

"Hey!" "What are you gonna do, Pityo?"

You stick your tongue out and jump down into the high grass, watching him do the same, ready to follow you for some revenge

The air is quiet, and the first fireflies are already buzzing around the fields when he starts chasing you through the flowers

Your giggles and screams make the cows raise their heads one by one, disturbed by these two strange creatures running around them

Usually, Amrod knows not to run too close to the cows as it would agitate them, but he's just too caught up in the way your laughter tickles his pointed ears and the way your h/c hair flows in the wind — he doesn't notice one of them standing closer to him than he has anticipated

So yeah, poor unfortunate Pityo bumps into that cow. And he stumbles. And falls. And when he realizes what he's fallen into, he yells. And when you realize what he's fallen into, he's done for

"NO WAY!!!!" "STOP"

He gets up and looks down at his linen shirt which is now an earthy, lovely shade of brown

When you come closer, you see the blush on his cheeks, his ears growing redder and redder

"Not a word to my brothers!" he warns, pointing his finger at you

"What do I get in return?" you ask and clasp your hands in front of your body, a shit-eating grin on your face pun intended

He looks around helplessly, trying to come up with something to keep you from running off to tell everyone about this mishap

He just huffs in defeat, shoulders slacking "I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell them."

You don't know why, but seeing him at your mercy like this makes you feel bolder than usual

"Kiss me." It's a short and sweet proposal.

You can see in his face that he's expected anything but this, because manz GASPS and is frozen in place

He's been crushing on you for quite some time, and the two of you certainly shared a cheeky bond, constantly teasing each other in a loving way, but kissing you???

He's at a loss for words and just stares at you in disbelief, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply but failing miserably

You've never seen him so flustered when he usually has a snarky comeback for every situation. He's so cute.

You carefully take a few steps closer to him until you're a few centimetres apart and look up at him with a timid smile, waiting for his reaction. And he gazes into your eyes with a newfound vulnerability that makes your heart beat a lot faster than it already does

And when he finally makes up his mind and decides to go for it, the sun has set

His lips hover over yours before softly laying themselves upon yours like a secret in the dark, only to be whispered aloud in your presence

Amras

"Telvo, I'm really tired, how much longer do we have to walk?" you ask, the ache in your feet is almost unbearable at this point

He came into your room this morning, asking you to accompany him on his quest to find mushrooms to try an old recipe for a stew he had found in the library

You don't know how many times he's already come knocking at your door demanding your help for the most trivial things, but you comply every time, you just can't help it. Some of your best adventures are made with him

So there you are, wandering along the path leading back to your home, your apron full of mushrooms of all kind, Telvo walking in front of you with that bounce in his step indicating his good mood

"We're almost there, look!" He points towards the house on the edge of the valley you're passing through, although it's a bit too far for your liking

You groan, stumbling over a root sticking out from beneath you and having the mushrooms tumble all over the ground

"Oh no..." you sigh, looking up at your companion who's surprised at your exhaustion

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you walk too much!" He stammers, crouching to pick up the mushrooms and put them back into your apron, which you had folded into a makeshift bag

Once they're all in there, he turns his back to you and gestures for you to hop on, which you do gladly

"Y/N, Y/N, you're spending too much time indoors. Look at how exhausted you are!" he snickers and resumes his trip towards your house. You just snuggle into his shoulder and blow into his ear

"Not everyone can run around in the forest all day, you know?" to which he just shakes his head and laughs

Once you're inside, you begin to prepare the stew, bickering and joking around all the while

"Eru, hopefully this will taste good. Where did you even find that recipe?"

He tells you about a collection of old, dusty books hidden away in his father's library. Some traveller had devised this recipe a long time ago. It's said to warm you from within with its unique taste. You could listen to his rambling for hours. He's always had a talent for discovering the most random things and taking them straight to you, his partner in crime and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Once the stew is done, you dig in, and who would have thought? A blissful warmth spreads throughout your bodies, caressing your bellies and putting satisfied smiles onto your faces

"Told you it was gonna taste good," he mumbles and winks, beckoning you to come and sit next to him so you could enjoy the incoming food coma together

He really is full of peculiar ideas, your beloved redhead

[mal-urameshi]

May I request a fic about Shuri struggling and making a big deal out of asking for Mama Okoye’s permission to date Riri 😂😂

A/N: Haha this may sound weird but I just know this anon specifically cuz they always kindly say 'May I?' Before making the request. It's soo cute!! Yes you may!! 🤎🤎

Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XX 🌿

Riri straddled Shuri’s lap while she trailed kisses down her neck. They were hiding behind the Acacia after Shuri ordered the Doras to leave them be.

“We can’t keep doing this, Riri. You know we have to do this properly.” Her eyes fell shut, enjoying her lover’s ministrations.

Riri kissed the corner or Shuri’s mouth before properly looking at her, “You’re the one that has to make the move. But you’ve yet to come to Umama as a woman.” She laughed.

Shuri circled her arms around Riri’s wait and pressed a kiss to her chin, “Don’t you realize how scary your mother is sometimes?”

Riri softly clapped a hand behind Shuri’s neck before lightly stroking it, “You ain’t never thought General Okoye was scary in your life.”

“Yes, but that was before I got involved with her daughter. She would cut down any and everybody who dares to do you wrong. And I think that includes the Princess.” Shuri smiled and shook her head.

“I dunno why you’re making such a big deal. Just come over to the house like you usually do, and express your intentions.” Riri dipped her head and kissed Shuri again.

Shuri groaned, “But what if she disagrees with us being together?”

“Why would she object to us being together? We’re fine as friends. This shouldn’t be any different. We’re just in a serious relationship.”

“What if she says she wants someone better for you?” Shuri hugged Riri closer to her.

“Better than the Princess of Wakanda?” Riri’s tone was drenched in sarcasm.

“Maybe she has some Border Tribe girl lined up for you.” Shuri mused.

Riri lightly pinched Shuri which caused her to yelp, “Don’t even joke like that. I ain’t want nobody but you. So you better get your act together and tell Ma that you claimed me.”

Shuri silently nodded her head, “Yes, Bambo'lwami.”

Even though Riri didn’t see the issue by just going up to Okoye and informing her of her intentions, Shuri was still apprehensive.

Okoye could very well object and tell Shuri that she didn’t want her daughter to fraternize with one of the heirs to the throne. Friendship was one thing, but a relationship was another.

Not to mention, Shuri was very serious about being worried about Okoye having already arranged a marriage for Riri to someone else.

But she knew she was overreacting because Riri was never told of such a thing, and Okoye would never keep that information from her.

Shuri was working in her lab to get her mind off of things when Okoye paid her a visit, “Princess, I was informed that you gave my Doras new weapons to experiment with in the field. We do not need them. The spear is enough.”

Shuri waited for Griot to give her the results for one of her calculations, “Okoye, change is not so bad. If you would stop being so rigid-”

“It is my rigidness that has allowed the Dora Milaje to be the unwavering pillar of Wakanda’s defense.” Okoye rebutted succinctly.

Shuri shook her head and blew out a breath.

Should she talk to Okoye now? She looked over to the older woman and then looked away. No. She looked at Okoye again and looked away.

It is the most opportune time.

She looked at Okoye again.

“Is there something on my face, Princess?” Okoye queried while touching her cheek.

“Uh, no! You look very beautiful is all.” Shuri tried to play it off.

“Thank…you?” Okoye gave Shuri a questioning glance before dismissing herself.

“Ugh! You look beautiful? Smooth move!” Shuri smacked her head.

Shuri cornered her mother in her chambers while she went on one of her routine rants.

“Mother! I am trying to do right by Riri by going to Okoye to have her blessing. But I’m afraid she disapproves.”

“Why would she disapprove?”

“She’s protective of her little Pebble, i.e Riri. And you know how nasty those classmates of hers get sometimes. What if Okoye thinks dealing with me in that manner would be more trouble than it was worth?”

Ramonda just listened to her child rant, “But you know that isn’t true, Shuri. You believe Okoye to deprive her child of happiness for such fickle reasoning?”

Shuri grabbed one of the pillows and screamed into it, “What if Okoye doesn’t think I’m good enough to be her girlfriend?”

Ramonda gave a deep sigh, “You are making an issue out of nothing, Shuri. Okoye would have no problem with you courting her daughter. Stop being so difficult.”

Shuri sputtered, ”Difficult? I am trying to think of all the possible ways this can go wrong and you are saying I am being difficult?!”

“Yes.” Ramonda answered before standing up, “So I advise that you visit Okoye’s residence and do the honorable thing.” And with that, she exited the chambers.

Shuri groaned and threw herself on the bed.

It’s just Okoye. It’s just Okoye.

Shuri stood outside of Okoye’s home. She rolled her shoulders and bounced on the balls of her feet before raising her hand to knock. But the door opened before her knuckles could hit the wood.

“Shuri!” Riri pulled the taller girl in for a hug and sneaked a kiss from her cheek before tugging her inside, “Mama! Shuri’s here!”

“Let her get comfortable as usual!” Okoye called back from her room.

Riri held Shuri’s hand as they sat by the table, “Are you nervous?”

“I had to put on seven coats of deodorant before coming here.” Shuri whispered back.

Okoye walked out into the living area and saw the girls seated at the dining table.

Riri grinned and gestured to the vacant chair on the other side, “Mama. Won’t you sit down? Shuri has something she wants to ask you.”

Okoye looked at the two girls as she carefully took her seat as instructed.

“First and foremost.” Shuri cleared her throat and presented a mahogany case, polished to perfection, to Okoye.

Okoye looked between the case and Shuri before opening it up.

“A spear?” She took it out of the case. She inspected it. It was retractable like the rest, given its compact nature.

“Yes. But I’ve equipped it with new specs, given that you are so adamant on not experimenting with new weaponry. This prototype now allows you temporary invisibility for stealth missions. Sonic disruptor mechanisms have been incorporated and I have developed a nanotech coating that covers the spear. This would allow the spear to change its properties and adapt to different combat scenarios. Just as an example, the spear could provide better grip in slippery environments or the spear's cutting edge can be enhanced when against heavily armored opponents.”

Okoye made a noise of astonishment, “Hm! I cannot wait to try it out. I’m excited to see what it can do with my own eyes.” She gripped the vibranium before putting it back in its case.

Riri gave Shuri’s hand an encouraging squeeze under the table.

“I didn’t just come today to hang out with Riri or give you the prototype, Okoye.”

Shuri took a deep breath as Okoye looked her in the eyes, “Then what is it, Shuri?”

Shuri wet her lips a bit, “Well, Riri and I care for each other very much. And we want to properly explore a romantic relationship with one another. So I have come today to receive your blessing to court her.”

Okoye looked between Shuri and Riri before she dissolved into laughter.

Riri leaned forward, “Mama! This isn’t a joke! We’re being serious.”

Okoye gripped her stomach until her voice was lost. She wiped a tear from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath,

Shuri’s free hand enveloped Riri’s before she turned to her with glassy eyes, “See! She thinks me asking for us to be together is a joke! You’re probably already engaged to a Border Tribe girl!”

Okoye slammed her fist on the table, not being able to get herself together, “Wait!” Gasp. “Wait!” Wheeeeze.

Okoye slapped her chest and cleared her throat, “Engagement? Riri is not engaged, Shuri.”

Shuri brought the back of Riri’s hand up to her lips and kissed it for her own comfort.

“I just laughed because I find it funny that you both didn’t think I already know about you two.’’

The teens’ confused faces had Okoye rolling her eyes.

“Just because you order the Doras out of sight, Shuri, it does not mean that they aren’t still watching.” She pointed between the two of them, “I am very much aware of the little trysts you two have been having. All that kissing and fondling.”

Riri felt her cheeks get hot, “Umama!”

Okoye smiled, “I give you my blessing regardless, Shuri.”

Shuri shrieked in glee, “Yes!” She pulled Riri in for a hug.

“I told you that you were worried for nothing!” Riri giggled and pressed a kiss to Shuri’s cheek.

“I also love how you brought me an offering as well. That was a very nice touch.” She held up the box and admired its engraving.

“Anything for my Riri!” She pressed a kiss to Riri’s palm.

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

[danses-with-dogmeat]

hi! i absolutely love your writing!! the post about the companions making sole a holotape literally made me tear up. that shit went hard /pos. are you planning to add gage to the post? (personally, i think there's never enough gage content) keep up your astounding fics!

Ahh thank you so much! And I'm glad you got some feels out of that holotape post, I really did mean for some of them to be tear-jerkers 😅

But yes, you're so right, there's definitely never enough Gage out there! I'm gonna go ahead and add him to the original and reblog that one, but here is his as a standalone post as well!

Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy ❤

Gage:

“Hiya there boss… It’s…”

*under his breath* “I hope this damn thing is even recording.”

*snorts*

 “But, it’s me. Jus’ wanted to say some stuff…"

*sighs*

“Look, it’s tough for me, I’m sure you know it more than most, but, it’s tough for me to reach out like this. I never… Well, you know this too Sole, but, I never done this sorta thing before. With the relationship and the… I don’t know, man, the arguments. Before, well, fights like this usually meant the end of things, but you said that ain’t how it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to work through this shit, somehow, and so I… I guess I figured I’d start with this.” 

*deep breath*

“I’m sorry. Sole. There, okay? I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole, for not givin’ you enough credit, not remembering that yer new to this whole raider thing, this whole Overboss thing. And that… well, you’ve probably never been with someone like me before. I sure as hell’ve never been with somebody like you, but… What can I say? It’s hard to find folks like you out here anyhow. You’re your own breed, boss. And that’s far from a bad thing. Jus’... Well, you know me. If you’re your own breed, I’m a goddamn mutt. I’m rough around the edges, not used to tryin’ to make things work. I’ve solved a hell of a lot more problems with my knife than I have with my words, but… I wanna… Well, I wanna make things work this time ‘round, boss… Sole… I mean, you know how I feel about ya, and I… I ain’t never had anything like this, and I just don’t know how I got along so long without you, cuz… Well, Sole, cuz you just make everything better.”

(pause)

“I mean… my life’s not worth a whole lot, that ain’t no mystery or nothin’, but when yer in it… It feels like somethin’ worth having. Not like the rest of my life, oh… stumblin’ around looking for scraps of quick fixes that could make me forget how little my life really means, but… having something worth holding onto, worth bein’ around for… that’s what it’s like with you.”

*dry chuckle*

“And to think, I was stupid enough to think that one little argument was worth losing all this over. Worth losing the only thing in my life that really makes it worthwhile. Cuz that’s what you are, baby. That’s what you are to me. Even though I don’t say it a whole lot… It don’t mean that I… That I don’t mean it, you know?”

*sigh*

“I can’t be the easiest to get along with, I’m sure. I’m so damn hard-headed most of the time, and I always act like I know what I’m talking about, which… Well, you know that usually ain’t the truth.”

*chuckles*

“But somehow you got the patience for all this. All my shit. And… I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, or whatever the saying is, but I know what I got with you. I know what you’re worth, baby, and it’s more than I got, and I know you bein’ with me at all is a charity, but… Well dammit, I hope I got some worth to you too, cuz I just… I need you now, Sole. I wanna be worth the headache and the patience, and I wanna work through the fights and learn how to make it up to you. I never had this before… I never felt this way about no one. I don’t wanna lose it. I can’t… lose you. Things jus’, well, they just wouldn’t be the same…” 

*deep sigh*

“I know I’m going ‘round in circles a bit here, but you know apologies ain’t really my strong suit. An’ neither is all this mushy stuff, but I’m trying all right? I’m trying for you. And I’m gonna keep on doing that until you tell me you can’t stand it no more. It’s just the kinda reckless, hard-headed, stubborn fool I am, Sole. Gonna keep telling you how you changed it all for me, how you’re so damn incredible it makes my chest hurt, how I… Well dammit. Guess I’ve gotta say it now, huh? Look, there. You did it boss, you got it out of me. Damn near slipped out before I could even catch it too. Nasty little words, but… It’s never been truer. I love you Sole.”

(pause)

*comical sigh*

“And while we’re at it, might as well say I’m sorry again, too. There. You got both outta me. Got it all. There’s nothing left for you to take, baby, all my cards just out on the table like that and I forgot how to fucking bluff.” 

“soft chuckle*

“Nah, but… I mean it, Sole. I ain’t nothin’ without you. Next time we fight, just pull this shit outta your pocket and I’ll shut right up, I promise. And… If I’m ever not sayin’ all that… All that I should, if I’m being an ass like I do sometimes, just listen to this while I’m off sulkin’ somewhere. Cuz it’s true. It’s all true, and no amount of me bein’ pissy or stubborn is gonna change that... Is gonna change the fact that… Well, dammit, I do, I love you, Sole.”

(pause)

“Greedy bastard, you’ve gotten it outta me twice now, so you should be all caught up for awhile… Just don’t use it against me too often, okay? Don’t abuse this shit, or you definitely ain’t gonna hear it as much, I’ll tell ya that.”

*chuckles*

 “Alright, don’t know when this thing is gonna run outta tape, but it’s bound to be close. I’ll, ah, I’ll see ya soon, baby.”

*click*

[demonicintegrity]

Got around to watching the new Helluva Boss and I’m pleasantly surprised at the turn around. Season two has had a wild flux in writing quality imo but I think this episode is arguably one of the strongest ones yet (outta both seasons.)

It also seems to be the longest episode so far, surprising considering it’s not a finale, but they make good use of the time.

Honestly a lot of the episode reminds me of how season one was set up. With a center clearly around Blitzø but still checking up on Stolas. And it’s very episodic and self contained again, which is great because that appears to be the crew’s strong spot.

Speaking of which, this is the first we’ve seen of Stolas since s2e4. I’m surprised it took until e6 of this season to circle back to him, but at least we’re not ignoring him. I personally would’ve at least teased how Stolas was doing after such a big blow, especially considering how the s2 is set up to be extremely focused on him and Blitzø’s relationship, but this works well too.

It works because we’re getting a little insight on Stolas’ frame of mind without causing pacing issues. He’s clearly recovered but focused on getting Blitzø out of his life again. He’s trying to distance himself from Blitzø still. Likely still in that “this was never going to work he doesn’t deserve to be tied to me” type mindset after the season opening.

But we see him briefly really appreciate what Ozzie and Fizz have. He seems genuinely happy for them, and likely is because Stolas has always been a hopeless romantic and a decent person despite things.

Speaking of Fizz, delightfully surprised out how his character is. I didn’t go in with anything specific in mind for him besides knowing he genuinely loved Ozzie but we have a really rounded out character with depth in a very short amount of time. I genuinely like his character.

(And someone’s made a separate post on this, but how Fizzy’s disability is treated is both done well and a bit of fresh air from the usual rep we see. He never denies that being disabled pained him greatly, but the tragedy in his past isn’t being disabled but being betrayed and heartbroken. Nor is he helpless because of it or overpowered because of his prosthetics. It’s not explicitly ignored I think the crew handled this really really well.)

But along with his character, my biggest interest is in how Fizz is now set up to be a foil to Blitzo. Like it's pretty obvs what he and Ozzie has is meant to parallel what Stolas/Blitzo could or even want to have. (Which in turn could mean Stolas/Blitzo is the kinda reputation Ozzie/Blitzo were trying so hard to avoid. A weird power dynamic and piss poor communication on top of the general perception those two have from outsiders.) They're in very similar boats but how each character addresses it that makes the circumstances so different.

And I think we have something really interesting being set up between Fizz and Blitzo. Both of them got enough closure for Fizz to genuinely want to let go some of the grudge. And I think theyre are some options on where to go with them, cuz I doubt this is the end of Fizz we're seeing.

I could see Fizz getting bored one day and reaching out in curiosity to see whats become of Blitz. Maybe the two can piece together the more correct timeline of events of the old circus since the fire. I can also see a potential plotline of Fizz getting I.M.P to be his bodyguards if he has to go out again for this or that reason.

I would also love more Ozzie and Stolas interacting. It would be good for Stolas to have Literally Just A Singular Friend. Cuz he doesnt seem to have any, and Ozzie doesn't seem to have anything personal against Stolas. He could probably be a good rational neutral voice for Stolas to bounce off of. He also just needs a friend if he ever wants a hope of his mental health improving. He seems to be trying to improve himself, but thats also the kinda thing you need a support system for.

Overall, I like this episode. The pacing and story itself was contained nicely and was a good watch. The humor stuck. And we have great leads to pick back up on later.

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Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 1

Choi Beomgyu/ Reader

Friends to lovers; Best Friends; Mutual Pining; Fluff and Bad Jokes; Cuddles, Kisses and Confession

tw: a scene with aggressive drunk people

wc: 9662 (Chapter 1 & 2 in total)

Gyu🐻🤡: On a scale from 1-10, how adorable do you find me?

You: You’re ridiculous.

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, you already said so, but also adorable. Gyu🐻🤡: I need it more specific now. 

You: Why?

Gyu🐻🤡: Don’t laugh Gyu🐻🤡: Writing some lyrics for the second melody 

You: And you wanna include how adorable I find you on a SCALE?

Gyu🐻🤡: You know, you could just say 'Oh, how romantic, he’s writing a song about me'

You: You write a song about how adorable you are… You: Yes, really ROMANTIC

Gyu🐻🤡: … Gyu🐻🤡: That’s only one fucking line! You don’t have the context!!! Gyu🐻🤡: Come on :(

You: 2

Gyu🐻🤡: You always need 2 in your life, huh? Gyu🐻🤡: Good that my guitar and I are always ready to be your partners in a threesome ;)

You: YOU You: ARE You: RIDICULOUS 

Gyu🐻🤡: But you love me, hehe :D

You: I should have listened to you when you warned me to not fall for you, now I’m stuck

Gyu🐻🤡: Mean!

You: :*

‘Damn it!’

The train was too late. There was no chance of getting home before 11pm now. 

You took out your phone and dialed Beomgyu’s number. However he did not pick up.

Probably still at practice, you thought. 

Annoyed you walked around the train station to find a bench that was still empty. 

Bad luck must have conquered your path today, because every seat was taken and people did not bother to put their backs down to create some space. 

How considerate, you sarcastically huffed internally.

You quickly made your way to a corner where you could wait in peace, away from the crowd. 

The day was hot and the usual already unpleasant smell of the city met the sweaty masses of people. Therefore you welcomed the colder air that the vanishing sun initiated. 

Slowly but surely the train station emptied and you finally sat down, exhaling in relief. 

Your phone screen lit up and showed a message from your best friend. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Just finished practice. What’s up?

You: Train got delayed, I’m stuck for 2 more hours, pkm 

Gyu🐻🤡: pkm?

You: PLEASE. KILL. ME.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah. No need to be so dramatic.

You: When not now when then?

You: This sucks. I just want to be home now :(

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up. 

You: No need, thx. 

Gyu🐻🤡: Why did you call me in the first place then?

You: Cuz I’m bored when I have to wait for so long. I just wanted to hear this sweet sweet voice of yours ;)

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 30.

Gyu🐻🤡: No whining that I don’T need to come!☝️

He stood by his words and went up to you half an hour later. 

‘You didn’t have to.’, you said tiredly. 

‘Give me your bag.’, he simply said and extended his arm to reach for your bag back. 

‘Thank you.’

He walked you to his car and started the engine. Soft music started playing and the street lights passed by your window. Your eyes got heavy and you fell asleep.

*

‘Hey. Get up.’, a voice sounded close to you, while your body was shaken. 

‘What?‘

‘Get up. We’re home.’

He loosened your seatbelt and helped you out of the car. Just when you wanted to take some steps, you stumbled, but he was quick to catch you. 

‘Sorry.‘, you mumbled. 

He was already carrying your bag, but he still circled his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to give you stability while walking.

‘Long day?’, he asked. 

‘Yep. Thanks for picking me up. I really appreciate it.’

‘Hmm.‘

You arrived the door and he handed you your back. 

‘Get enough sleep.’, he advised and turned around to go back to the car without any other word. 

*

You: Thanks again for picking me up. Imma pay you back. Next meal on me?

Gyu🐻🤡: No prob. Yess! Free food! 

You: What should I order for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: No order. I have time this evening, let’s go out together!

Gyu🐻🤡: If you want to :)

You: I have to get a lot of work done, but I’ll try my best to be free this evening :) 

Gyu🐻🤡: Better hurry, I’m hungry! 

You: I’m speed 🐆

*

‘Hey Speedy!’, he greeted, already waiting in the small restaurant.

‘Speedy? Could you like NOT come up with a new silly nickname every time we meet?‘

‘Sure, Silly.’

You glared at him, but being angry at him was simply impossible when he was smiling like this. 

‘So, what you wanna eat?’

‘I already ordered.‘, he answered.

‘You could have waited for me.’, you exclaimed.

People busied themselves and the sound of plates and glasses that got carried around, placed on tables or picked op to be brought to the kitchen was audible. 

‘You always order the same every time anyway.’, he explained plainly and took a sip from his drink that was already standing in front of him when you arrived. 

’Maybe I wanted to try something new today.’

He crocked is head to the side and gave a look that said ‘yeah sure’. 

‘And Odi can fly.’

‘Okay, okay. Thank you.‘

‘See? Is it so difficult to just thank me.’

‘No. I guess it isn’t.’

A glass of water got placed in front of you and the waiter excused that the food still needed some time, but since both of you did not have to be anywhere else soon, you were not bothered.

‘How was practice yesterday? I was kinda too knocked out to ask you.’

‘Wow. And I hoped I was saved from your smalltalk for once.’

‘Hey! Asking about your day is not smalltalk.‘

‘Practice was fine.’

Silence.

‘That’s it? Fine?’, you questioned. 

‘Yep.‘, he said and took another sip from his drink, proceeding to inspect the bottle as if it was the most interesting object he has ever seen. 

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s okay.’, you said, unable to hide your sadness about the fact that he seemed to be hiding something from you.

‘It just wasn’t a good day and I was actually really happy to get out of there and spend time with you.’, he spoke, looking away from his bottle.

‘Well, then I hope my sleeping figure was a good company.’, you laughed, but added:’You can always tell me if something is bothering you. You can let it out from time to time. No need to always play the jokester, you know.’

‘Oh? Serious mode on?’

‘Yes. Just for this split second if you don’t want more.‘

‘I don’t want more right now.’, he said and focused on the drink again. 

‘Okay. Hey, there!’, you made him look up. ’Your free meal.’, you smiled and he proceeded to smile as well. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Thanks for the dinner again :)

You: No need to thank me. It was my thank you to YOU for picking me up in the middle of the night. 

Gyu🐻🤡: It was just 9:30. besides I already said I was happy that I got to see you.

You: Rephrasing from ‘spending time with me’ to ‘Seeing me’? So, me sleeping is not that good of an entertaining company?

Gyu🐻🤡: Actually

Gyu🐻🤡: It is. 

You: I look funny when I’m asleep, huh? Thank you for not waking me up with with your laughters then, haha.

Gyu🐻🤡: Haha…

Gyu🐻🤡: you’re welcome

Gyu🐻🤡: anyway

Gyu🐻🤡: Do you want to come over tomorrow? I wanna beat you in some games :D

You: Don’t you have to work?

Gyu🐻🤡: Nope, I’m free :)

You: Then I of course would love to! :D

Gyu🐻🤡: Great! I have your favorite snacks here ;)

You: I already agreed. No need for convincing me, hehe

Gyu🐻🤡: Hehe, true, true. Well, then sleep tight and I’m gonna see you tomorrow at 8? 

You: Sounds perfect! Sleep well 🌙

You: We’re seeing each other 3 evenings in a row then. Make sure to not fall in love with me, haha XD

He did not text anything back that evening.

*

‘Hi.‘, he greeted you with a big grin. 

‘No silly nickname? I must have given you not usable content.’

‘You want one?’, he asked while he let you in and closed the door behind you. 

He followed you and waited for you to take off your shoes, leaning against the wall, his hand place on his chin to emphasize that he was in deep thoughts. 

‘How about sugar mommy? All the free meals I get from you, hmmm, such a great sugar mommy.‘ 

‘Oh, shut up!’

You both walked giggling to his room. 

*

‘I actually hate playing games.’, you confessed when Beomgyu stuffed one of the controller in your hand. 

He abruptly turned his head towards you and gave you a look that showed a mixture of disbelief and disgust. 

‘Why did you play with me so many times if you hate it?’

‘Because you’re funny when you’re that invested in something that I find ridiculous‘

‘Ridiculous? Are you just here to make fun of me or what?’, he said with a fake pout. 

‘No. I also find you adorable when you’re incredibly happy about winning a game and since I’m really bad in them, you can win easily.’

‘Adorable, huh?‘, he said raising his eyebrows knowingly. 

‘Ridiculous, I find you mainly ridiculous.’, you corrected. 

‘Sure.‘, he stretched the word. ‘You find me adorable, you just said so.’

You rolled your eyes and began watching him playing by himself, not interested who happened on the screen, but purely happy with the situation. 

After some time your eyelids became heavy again and you felt overwhelmed by the tiredness that accumulated over the week. 

‘It's no fun when I can’t hear you whining over losing.’, he suddenly said out loud, turning around to find you laying almost asleep. 

‘Oh, sorry.’, he whispered and put the controller down to be able to rob over to you.

He laid down next to you and placed his head on the same level of yours, two pairs of eyes meeting each other in an instant when your lids flutter open to see what he was doing. 

‘Long week?’, he questioned and when you nodded, he immediately wrapped his arm around you and caress the back of your head softly. 

‘Wanna stay here this night? I’ll make you the best breakfast ever.‘

‘You just want to make sure to get another free meal when I’m gonna thank you for letting me get some rest here.’, you mumbled, but still articulated coherently. 

‘Damn right. You have good predictions. Maybe you should consider becoming a fortune teller.‘

‘Maybe.‘, you yawned.

‘Now just sleep. I’ll fight the monsters under the bed when they try to bother you.‘

‘Thank you.’, you whispered and he kept caressing your head, not saying another word, so that you could fall asleep peacefully. 

*

The bedsheets kept rustling and you woke up due to the constant shifting of the body next to you. 

‘Gyuu.‘, you groaned and tried to reach him to make him stop moving around by putting your hand on his shoulder. He did not stop, but he eventually woke up. 

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up abruptly what caused you to wake up completely. 

‘Sorry.‘, he he mumbled and got up to leave the room. 

You waited for him to return, sensing that something was off. If you were honest he seemed off the whole week already.

The room was dark and the curtains not closed properly so that the light of the passing by cars could be seen on the wall here and there. 

It was a calm night, no rain, no strong wind. 

Beomgyu entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him, went to the bed and laid down with the back facing you. 

‘You alright?‘, you whispered, looking over his shoulder in an attempt to see his face, but it was hidden in the fluffy pillow that his head was resting on. 

‘Yes.‘, he whispered almost inaudible. 

You did not believe him, but you also did not want to keep him awake unnecessarily.

Therefore you simply grabbed the thin blanket and pulled it over his shoulders, tucking him in carefully. 

Once you laid down yourself again the weight on the mattress shifted unexpectedly again and suddenly your best friend was really close to you, his hands taking a hold onto your shirt, head nuzzling under your chin. 

‘Can we stay like this?’, he asked with a shaky voice that broke your heart. 

Now it was your turn to pat his head and play with his shoulder long hair in way that you knew would calm him. 

‘Of course.’

‘Thank you.’

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You up?

‘Why are you texting me? I’m right next to you!’

‘Not so loud. The others.’, he whispered. 

‘Is that why you’re texting?’, you said annoyed.

‘You turned around, I couldn’t see if you’re awake.’

At one point you had to get into a new position. You enjoyed having him so close to you, but your arms got numb and started to hurt right after the feeling returned to your limbs. You however could not fall asleep, too worried he might wake up again needing someone to be available to calm him down immediately. 

‘I’m awake. What’s up?’, you said and faced him, your head resting on your arm. 

‘Can we switch serious mode on for some time?’

‘Switched on,’, you said with a motion that imitated flicking a light switch.

He exhaled heavily as if he tried to ready himself.

‘This wasn’t’ a good week for me.’

‘I already thought so. What happened?’

‘Work’s not working. I’m not working well enough. I don’t know. Kinda don’t get the stuff done properly, so they cut my lines and sent me home earlier.’

You looked at him not knowing what to say. He was frustrated with himself and you could not just make that feeling go away as much as you liked to be able to.

He continued: ’I know I like what I’m doing, but at the moment I kinda feel stuck and that they limit my parts in the project isn’t helping. They said they give me more space to get inspiration and motivation again, but I feels like a waste of time.’

‘Hmm. You want me to just listen or tell you what my thoughts are?’

‘Your thoughts, please.’

‘First of all, they’re idiots for cutting your lines.’

He giggled and exclaimed: ’I asked for serious mode.’

‘I am serious.’, you whispered, pushing some hair out of his face.

‘Second of all, if you feel stuck maybe then you should distance yourself from the project. It doesn’t mean that you’re not doing a good job, it’s just that this particular piece is just not right for you in this moment. You can still work in a way that works well for you outside of the company building. If you want to of course’

‘I don’t know. My thoughts constantly circle around the same thing: How can I sing better? How can I deliver the lines better? Even out of work.’

‘Well, you’re in work mode. It needs some time to deactivate, but as I said-  if you don’t want to, you don’t have to deactivate it. Just switch it up in a way that’s fun to you.’

‘For example?’

‘Play some guitar, just how you like it. Sing just how you like, rap, I don’t know. Just do what you feel like.’

‘Hmmm. It’s actually been a while since I’ve just sat down with the guitar. I honestly miss it.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘Sorry. You’re tired. I should have waited till morning.’

‘No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘Thank you. I think that was enough serious mode.’

‘Okay. Then I can now tell you my various plans on how to let those people suffer who dare to not let you sing. Did they even hear your voice?’

He laughed. 

‘They did. It’s not special.’

‘I love your singing.’, you said and yawned.

‘And I love- love your incapability of resisting me. After all you find me adorable. Be careful to not fall in love with me.’

‘Shut up. Can we just go back to sleep?’

‘Of course.’, he whispered and threw his arm over you. 

However he did not close his eyes like you did. He watched you until your breath got slower and steady and smiled, carefully caressing your cheeks. 

‘You’re so beautiful, but your stupid ass thinks I’m laughing at you when you’re sleeping next to me, huh?’

*

You: Hey glue!

Gyu🐻🤡: Glue? Typo and you mean gyu?

You: Nope

You: It’s referring to you being stuck. 

You: Don’t make me explain my jokes! 

Gyu🐻🤡: Maybe you should come up with better ones then

You: Rude!

You: Anyways, how’s the guitar doing?

Gyu🐻🤡: You text me to ask about my guitar?

You: Yes. Apparently I am just using our friendship to get close to mr. guitar 

Gyu🐻🤡: i don’t think you stand a chance. Guitar and I are very close and not up for a threesome

You: This escalated quickly

You: So you’re playing?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, already got some good melodies together

Gyu🐻🤡: Wanna hear them?

You: YES! Send audios!

Gyu🐻🤡: I could

Gyu🐻🤡: Or we could meet in the park and I give you a mini concert

You: To rockstar glue, I can’t say nue

Gyu🐻🤡: …

Gyu🐻🤡: please stop

You: Are you quitting giving me silly nicknames then?

Gyu🐻🤡: Yes, I will

You: good

Gyu🐻🤡: park at 7?

You: sounds perfect

*

‘So, what do you think?’

‘I like the second one the most, but all are beautiful.’

‘The second one? I expected you to like the third one best.’, he said and pulled some guitar strings. 

‘Why?’

‘Just a feeling. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I like all, third one included.’, you clarified.

‘But you don’t think it’s the best.’, he stated.

‘Who cares what I think? They’re all beautiful and you came up with them, so it just can be good.’

He looked up and held eye contact.

‘I care. I made the third one thinking of what you might like, but I was wrong.’

‘I like it though!’

‘Hmmm.‘, he looked down again.

‘You know me better than I know myself, maybe I’m just wrong here?’

‘Wrong with your opinion?‘

‘Yep. You could teach me, maybe I see it then.‘, you suggested with a smile. 

Suddenly he looked up, surprise written on his face, but he quickly recovered from his shock and scooted over to you, handing you the guitar. 

‘You remember the basics?’, he asked circling his arms around you to place your hands on the right spots on the guitar. 

‘Hmm.‘, you hummed while your fingers were placed on the guitar strings. 

‘Why are yo shaking?’, he asked with a smirk, leaning in close to your ear what caused you to stiffen. 

‘I’m not.’, you declined and cleared your throat, trying to concentrate on the instrument again.

‘Sure, sure.’, he agreed sarcastically and moved your hands to create some tones.

‘Here.‘, he said, demonstrating how to play the melody slowly. 

After some messed up tries of recreating the melody you dropped your hand and leaned back against Beomgyu in frustration.

‘You were right for not adding me as a partner for a threesome, Mr. Guitar and you are better off without me here.’

He threw his head back and laughed ecstatically.

‘You did well. You just need to keep practicing and you’ll soon get the hang of it.’

‘No thanks. I rather hear you playing anyways.’

‘Your lazy ass needs some determination.’, he observed and put the guitar from your lap to the ground next to you to have space for giving you a proper hug. 

He rested his head on your shoulder and you both sat there in silence for some time. 

As if you just then realized how close you actually were you suddenly leaned away to get up.

‘I should go. It’s getting late and I have work tomorrow morning.‘

‘Yep.‘, Beomgyu plainly said and collected the blanket, snacks and his guitar from the ground and you helped him to stuff everything in his bag pack. 

You made your way back and once arrived at the train station he reminded you to text him once you were home and waved a quick ‘goodbye' once you had a seat inside of the train.

*

Gyu🐻🤡: You home?

No answer. 

Maybe the train was defect and she’s waiting for the next., he thought. 

He looked up the train connections, but according to the internet there was no delay. 

So, he decided on calling you. 

‘Beomgyu?‘

Your voice sounded weird and worry flooded his body.

‘You didn’t respond my message. Just wanna check if you’re fine.’

The sound of glass splintering was audible from your side of the connection and Beomgyu panicked. 

‘What’s going on? Where are you? Are you alright?’

He heard your fast steps and your breathing, the background noised seemed to be further away soon. 

‘Gosh. Train stations hate me.’, he heard you saying after some second.

‘The fuck is going on?’

‘We had to leave train, because they needed to do something in there, I don’t know. But those drunk dudes that were waiting at the other rail were being annoying and thought it was funny to bother me.’

He readied himself to get to you while he listened to you talking. Anger built up inside of him when you mentioned those assholes and he was ready to punch them. 

‘Are you okay? Are you away from them now? I’m on my way.‘

‘Yes, yes. I’m close by the restaurant area.’

‘Good. There are people, wait there for me.’

‘The train left. I missed the train again. Fuck, I hate this.’, you blabbered, but your voice was slightly shaking. Beomgyu recognized this. 

‘I know, I know. I’m on my way. I-’, then the phone connection was cut off.

He quickly texted you. 

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll be there in 45. Stay at the restaurant area!!!

Different from some days ago when he picked you up, he had to drive a bit longer since his dorm was further away than the company building. He just hoped that you were safe once you were surrounded by more people. 

Train stations were dangerous places, especially when it got dark. 

*

He found you immediately. You were sitting on a bench away from the crowd of people who enjoyed the evening while eating out, but still close enough to be able to reach them if those drunk guys decided on coming back to you. 

Once you saw him you stood up and walked towards him.

With no hesitation he pulled you into a hug and hid you away from the world that bothered you this evening. 

‘Did they do anything to you?’, he whispered trying to stay calm.

‘No. When I walked away they threw a bottle after me, but-’

He pulled away, gaining some distance to be able to get a proper look at you. 

‘It didn’t hit me, just the ground.’

He nodded. He was so angry and scared, but he did not want to freak out, so that you had a chance to calm down. 

‘Let’s go home.’, he spoke and held you close while walking to the car. 

*

‘Beomgyu?‘

‘Hmm.‘, he hummed while he inserted the key.

‘I- Can you stay over tonight?’

‘Sure.‘

‘Really?‘

‘Rellay.’, he assured, starting the engine and driving to your apartment. 

*

‘Take a shower. I make you something to eat.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘Okay.‘

He was not sure what he should do. He wanted to beat those guys up so badly, but he was aware that this would not make you feel better. To be honest he was happy that you asked him to keep you company. On the other side he did not like the circumstance at all. 

When you were done with showering and stepped into the room wearing shorts, an oversized shirt and still having wet hair, he was in awe. He knew you were oblivious towards the impact your sheer appearance had on him, however he was convinced that it started to become obvious even to you.

‘You good?’, you questioned when he just stared at you, mouth slightly open. 

‘Y- Yes. Ahem. Let me braid your hair, hm?’

‘You can braid?’, you laughed and plopped down on the bed next to him. 

‘Yes.‘, he said while arranging his sitting position behind you.

‘Since I started to have longer hair I had a good opportunity to practice.’

Carefully he brushed your hair with his fingers and pushed it back over your shoulders towards him, transitioning to slowly separating strains to start braiding. 

She must enjoy it, the way she’s leaning back, he smiled to himself and poked your back.

‘Hey, sit up straight! Otherwise I can’t do your hair.’

‘Okay…’, you groaned.

After a few more minutes he was done. 

‘Thank you.’, you sang and turned around to face him. 

‘Can I hug you?‘, he asked out of the blue.

You leaned in and threw your arms around him, but to your surprise it was no quick hug, no, he pulled you closer so that you were almost seated on his crossed legs. 

‘Why though?‘, you asked.

‘Can’t I hug my friend?’, he whispered.

‘You can. I’m just surprised.’, you explained.

He strengthened his grip around you and asked: ’Can you please sit here?’

Clumsily you climbed onto his lap, accidentally hitting his head.

‘Sorry.‘, you said worried and caressed the spot that you hit. 

Softly he led your hand down by holding it with his own, his thumb caressing your palm.

‘It’s fine.‘, he whispered, looking you deep in the eyes before he engulfed you in his embrace again. 

‘I was worried when you didn’t text and then… your voice sounded so different and then there was this sound of shattering glass and you running and, and… Oh my god, you’re alright, aren’t you? I swear if those idiots did anything to you I-’

‘I’m fine. I really am… now.’, you interrupted him. 

‘Not gonna lie, I was really really scared. I already don’t like waiting for the train in the dark, because there are always some unpredictable drunk people, but normally I manage to not run into them. I don’t know, but they were pretty aggressive today.’, your voice began to shake at the last sentence and Beomgyu felt your body tensing up in the memory of this evening’s confrontation. 

He patted your head and assured you:’It’s over. You’re safe now.’

Your sniffles caused him to pull away in an instant to hold your face in both his hands and wipe away the tears with his thumbs. Nevertheless he could not take having even this little amount of distance between you, so he pulled your body back and let your head nuzzle into his chest without saying a word. 

Once you calmed down and your crying stopped he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and got up to leave the room just to return a moment later with some tissues and a glass of water that he handed you right away. 

‘Look at me.’, he whispered lifting your head gently with two fingers. 

Carefully he let the fabric soak up the salty water around your eyes and gave your scalp a little massage with the other hand. Squatting down in front of you to be on your level allowed him to observe you from up close. This caused him not only to glance at your lips that seemed to be like magnets for his eyes, but also allowed him to see the goosebumps creeping over your skin and he stood up, turned around and grabbed the nearest sweater that he could find to hand it over to you. 

‘Here.‘

‘I’m not cold.’

‘Oh, I thought you were freezing.‘

‘I’m not, but thanks.’

‘Ahm, okay.‘, he said awkwardly, ripped out of his trance that captured him when he was up close to you. He busied himself with throwing away the used tissues and refilling the glass in case you needed some water later. 

‘Gyu?‘

‘Huh?‘, he realized he was standing in the middle of the room spacing out.

‘Thank you.’

He flipped his hand in a ‘It’s-nothing’ gesture and made his way to your bed to plop down onto the mattress.

You laid down next to him.

‘No joke about how ugly I look when I’m crying?’

‘Fuck!‘, he sat up.

‘Please, I can’t do this anymore! You look fucking beautiful when you’re sleeping, when you’re crying, when you just sit there failing on playing guitar, when you enter a restaurant, you always are so beautiful. And those idiots, I swear, I fucking swear, I’m gonna beat them up when I see them there again. No one is allowed to make you cry, no one is allowed to scare you like that. You’re gonna tell me when you’re waiting for the train in the future. I make sure you get home safely. You’re gonna call me the second you feel even slightly anxious out there or wherever-‚

‘Gyu-‘

‘No! You need to promise me this. You’re going to contact me the millisecond you need someone to talk to you. You contact me if you need me to stay over or if you want to stay over at my place or whatever- I-’

‘Gyuuu!’

‘I want you to stop making fun of yourself or expect that I make fun of you like this. I don’t pick you up to have someone to laugh about and I don’t want to spend time with you, because I want to laugh about you. I want to laugh with you and hear your laugh and see you happy and-…’, he stopped his outburst with teary eyes, realizing what he was about to confess. 

‚Beomgyu...‘

You open your arms and now it was on him to snuggle into you embrace. 

‘I just like you a lot, you know…’, he whispered, scared of your reaction and disappointed that he could only express himself with such an underestimation. 

He felt your head on his and your arms tighten around him.

‘I don’t know when exactly serious mode got switched on, but I really, really, really like you too, a lot.’

He enjoyed this moment for a few more seconds trapped between your body and your arms, but then he pulled away, proceeding to place his hands on your shoulders. 

‘So you were really not freezing, huh?’

‘Nope.‘, you laughed and blushed. 

‘And you you really do find me adorable.’

‘And ridiculous, don’t forget the ridiculous part here, if you’re already stating the obvious.’

‘Mean!‘, he fake pouted for a second until he began to smile.

Ridiculously in love with you, like the biggest fool ever, he thought. 

‘Good that you reminded me of that.’, he beamed and let his body hit the mattress energetically and opened his arms signaling you to lay on top of him. 

*

He did not know how long you stayed in this position. The way your weight felt on top of him was just perfect and he got to caress your head, your face, your shoulders, your back, your arms and he got to play with your hands, your fingers as well as feeling them in his hair, on his face, caressing him too. It literally felt like time stopped. 

‘Don’t go to work tomorrow. Call in sick. Take a day to rest.’, he begged without expecting you to agree. However that was exactly what you did. 

‘Okay. Give me my phone, it’s on the shelf there.’

‘Didn’t think that would be so easy… Here.’, he handed it over and you quickly wrote an email explaining what happened at the train station and that you needed a day off. 

‘Is it that easy to skip work?’, he asked while lazily dragging his hands over your upper back. 

‘Yes, they’re pretty chill.’, you mumbled. 

‘What time is it?’, he asked sleepily. 

’One.‘

‘Hmm. Wanna sleep?’

‘Yes.‘, you said and yawned. 

‘What you’re doing?’, Beomgyu asked surprised.

‘Giving you space to sleep?‘

He reached out to you, turning on his side and dragged you close again.

'No. Don’t need space, don’t want space. Want you close.’

He lifted his head and looked down on you. 

‘If you want that too. We don’t have to. I-’

You tapped his head to make him lay down properly again and once he did you snuggled into him, holding him by his waist. 

He understood and could not supress his smile, throwing one leg over you and collected the fabric of your big shirt until it hugged your body as if it would be your size. 

‘Good night.‘, you whispered and he answered: ’If you snore I adorably kick you off the bed.’

‘It’s my bed. You’re ridiculous and I DON’T snore.’

‘Tell that your blocked nose.’

‘I will just use your shirt then.‘

‘Don’t you dare!‘, he giggled, ’It’s fine, your snoring is kind of relaxing.’

‘Please just shut up and let me sleep.’

'Only because you said please.’

He waited for you to fall asleep. He looked at you and even though he told you that he liked you a lot and you told him you felt the same, he did not feel like much changed. Nothing really changed and he kind of liked exactly that very much. 

*

‘God! Why you have alarm activated?’, he groaned and searched for your phone.

‘Where is your fucking phone?’

‘What?‘, you asked half asleep, legs intertwined with his and trapped half on top of his body.

‘Got it!.’, he exclaimed in victory, deactivated the alarm, throw the phone somewhere on the other end of the bed and relaxed on the mattress again, laying on his back with arms and legs taking up the whole surface. 

The blanket was lazily hanging over only one of his legs while the rest was wrapped around your figure. He did not care since you radiated enough warmth for him to be comfortable.

‘Great. Now I’m fully awake.’, he stated annoyed. 

‘Sorry. Forgot to turn it off.’

‘I kind of heard that.’

‘Sorryyy.‘, you whined and nuzzled your face into his shirt. 

He enjoyed this moment way too much, he thought. He loved feeling you close, especially in the morning. It was too cheesy to tell you again how much he liked you and he did not want to be so serious, but he was seriously in love with you and even though he did not directly deny it he did not confess it to himself let alone to you completely either. 

‘We could kiss. If you can’t sleep anyway.‘, he heard you suggesting and thought he was dreaming, so he slapped himself in the face. 

In shock you sat up and starred at him. 

‘What the fuck was that for?’

‘This is a dangerous dream. I need to wake up or I go completely delulu.’

‘Excuse me, what?’

Now he sat up as well, facing you.

‘You can’t just boldly suggest that we kiss!’

Shock was written all over his face.

Dramatically you sank down onto the bed again and exhaled audibly.

‘Well, then I must have hallucinated you starring at my lips that often yesterday.’

‘I- I- I did not?‘ 

You pointed at him. ‘Liar!‘

He blinked a few times and decided if you could play this game he could do so more that ever. 

So, he shifted his weight onto his arms that he placed left and right from you to hover right above you. The way you opened your eyes a bit more than the usually were and gasped slightly in surprise, showed him that you were not even closely as bold here as you pretended to be. 

God, if she’s just half as weak for me as I am for her…

‘What if I did? And what if I keep looking at your lips- What will you do about it, huh?’, he whispered and smirked when instead of an answer  he got to see your skin being floated by a shiver again. 

‘Hmm, you’re always freezing when I’m this close? I didn’t know I was this extraordinary cool.’

You could not hold it in anymore and started laughing

He realized how silly he must have sounded and started laughing at himself as well.

‘Am I not cool or what?‘, he asked with a laughter, fully aware that he was far from being cool.

‘You are, you are!.’, you said with a fading last laughter. 

He saw your eyes glimming in tear, but they were not tears like some hours ago, those were happy tears and just loved how happy and shiny your eyes looked at him. 

Fuck, get yourself together, idiot!, he reminded himself.

‘You’re adorable.’, you whispered. 

‘Not cool?’, he whispered as well.

‘Adorably cool.’

‘I think I can work with that.’

‘Hmm.‘

‘Look who’s now glancing at MY lips the whole time.‘, he smirked. 

‘I’m literally not denying it.‘

‘Bold.‘

‘Don’t we have too much hair to be considered bald?’

He shook his head at your bad pun and blurted out: ‘Gosh, why do I love so much you when your jokes are the worst ever.’

You looked at him in shock and he realized what he just said. 

Quickly he got back up and looked away.

‘Fuck.‘, he cursed. 

‘Maaaan, what if I wanted to tell you first? You could have at least asked before you tell me that you love me.’, you said with a pout. 

‘Please don’t joke about this.’, he said sadly, burrying his head in his hands so that his hair fell over it, covering him. 

‘Beomgyu.‘

‘Hmm.‘

‘I love you too.’

*

‘I said you shouldn’t joke about this.’

‘I’m not joking.’

Finally he looked up, slowly turning his head towards you.

‘You’re not?’

‘No.'

He turned around completely, still processing what you said. 

You both sat there with crossed legs as if you were about to gossip about the most recent news like always. It felt so similar, but so different, in a good way, in an exciting way.

‘Say it again, please.‘, he whispered and took your hands. 

Without hesitation you repeated: ‘I love you.’

‘Fuck, I love you too, so, so much.’, he said desperately, squeezing your hands, because he needed to hold onto something to not completely fall. 

He touched your face and caressed your skin gently, touching you to prove to himself that you were really right in front of him.

‘May I kiss you?’, he whispered, not because he was unsure, but because he felt like this moment was so vulnerable that even his voice could destroy everything.

‘I literally suggested it a few minutes ago.‘, you smiled.

‘That’s not a clear enough answer.’, he said seriously, still having is hand on the side of your head.

‘Yes, please kiss me.’, you whispered and gave his hand that you were still holding an assuring squeeze. 

He slowly let his hand wander to your waist, pulling you on his lap while glancing from your eyes to your lips and back. 

Once he had you as close as he needed you he held your face in his hands softly. 

For the longest time you just sat there starring into each others eyes, in reality it was probably just a couple of seconds. 

Your hand playing with his hair softly made him quit his trance and he slowly leaned in, holding himself back for a millisecond right before he could kiss you, just to proceed to place his lips onto yours as lightly as a feather. 

His tongue licked over your lips gently what caused you to blush and smile, so he finally kissed you properly.

He held onto you the whole time, started with his hands holding your face first, but letting them wander to hold your waist, collecting the fabric of your shirt in his fists. 

Even when you both pulled back to breath he did not let too much distance between your bodies. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

‘I so hope this is not a dream.’, he whispered. 

‘Ouch!‘, he yelled and sat back. 

‘You’re not dreaming, my friend.’

‘You need to pinch me for proof or what?’, he asked and started to tickle you.

‘No, please, not, Gyu.’, you exhaled between laughters. 

He hovered over your flattened body again and held you down by your wrists. 

‘Please, don’t call me friend.‘, he whispered seriously.

‘What else do you want me to call you then?‘, you whispered back.

‘Boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?‘, he asked quietly with big doe eyes, his hair hanging in his face due to his position, waiting for your answer. 

‘Yes.‘, you whispered with a smile. 

He let his body sing down on yours and snuggled his face in between your neck and shoulder, feeling your arms freeing from his hold and hugging him. 

‘Wanna sleep? It’s still early.’, you whispered. 

‘No. I’m just gonna wake up and think it was all a dream.‘, he mumbled. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: Yo, Sugar Mommy! Wanna get dinner together this evening?

You: Only if you pay.

Gyu🐻🤡: Ah, someone is in need of a Sugar Daddy.

You: That someone you’re talking about is your girlfriend and she needs food and not an insight to your list of kinks today.

Gyu🐻🤡: So food today and kinks tomorrow?

Gyu🐻🤡: Sounds like a plan.

You: Why again did I fall for you?

Gyu🐻🤡: Because you find me adorable.

You: …

You: When and where today?

Gyu🐻🤡: I’ll pick you up from work at 8?

You: Make it 9

Gyu🐻🤡: Do they make you work longer again?

You: Yes, maybe someone shouldn’t have skipped work randomly.

Gyu🐻🤡: Was it worth it tho?

You: I’ll tell you when I see what we’re gonna eat later

Gyu🐻🤡: So you connect my worth with the food that I provide?

You: I’m hungry, so… yes.

Gyu🐻🤡: wow

Gyu🐻🤡: but okay. See you later :)

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: And I told you to be careful to not fall for me 

Gyu🐻🤡: Could you just text it back? :(

You: XD

You: I love you too! ❤️

*

‘I have to go there by train tomorrow.’, you said while collecting the food on your fork. 

‘No, I already organized an alternative for you.‘, he explained and took a bite from his burger. 

‘You can’t prevent me from taking the train forever.’

‘That’s true, but when I can I am going to. No whining.’, he instructed and pointed at you. 

‘Okay, okay. How was work?’

‘It’s getting better, I feel the recent songs much more.’

‘That’s great.’, you chirped and smiled at him. 

‘Don’t do this.’

‘What?‘, you asked confused. 

‘Being so beautiful. It just makes me wanna kiss you.’

‘We can do that later.’

‘You can’t just suggest that so openly!’

‘How can I not when your eyes are glued to my lips 24/7?’

‘They’re not!’

You looked at him knowingly.

‘So what? You’re my girlfriend. Can’t I look forward to kissing you?’

You smiled and took another bite, shaking your head.

‘What?‘

Now it was on him being confused.

‘You’re adorable and I love you, that’s it.’

He smiled and you two continued your dinner, talking and bickering like you always did. The only thing that changed was that your smile for each other was less hidden and that the random love confession within a conversation made you be silent in happiness for a brief moment. 

*

Gyu🐻🤡: I love you! :*

You: I love you too! ❤️

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Stowaways Ch.1: "You're Still Kids!"

In my "Through Trial And Error" universe

Warnings: Cussing and non-bloody violence

When you and your friends are confined to the compound for the next mission, one of you decides to break the rules. But breaking the rules might lead to breaking yourselves...

It was about 9 a.m. and Natasha and Clint were calling you, Peter, Pietro, and Wanda to train. It was hand-to-hand combat day, and you were not excited to have your ass kicked.

“Ugh… Why do we have to go?” You asked Peter as you tied your hair up and out of your face.

“Cuz you need practice.” He said blatantly. You use your not so free hand to slap his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, y/n. We all need practice.” You knew that, but at 9 a.m? They couldn’t give you one more hour to wake up?

“I know.” You left your bathroom, “You ready?”

“Nope.” You both laughed, then met the twins in the hall, before walking to the training wing.

“Vhat do u zink they vill have us do today?” Pietro wondered aloud.

“Spar one v. one with our partners,” You said fist bumping Wanda, “Then spar with them. It’s the same stuff every session. Why change it now?”

“Because we’re seeing more field time?” Peter answered. “While I do think they vill keep it the same, I also think they might add something to our sessions with them.” Wanda said. The four of you continued walking and talking until, you came across the training room.

“Start warming up.” Natasha told you. You all walking inside and saw Clint wrapping his knuckles.

“Don’t just stand there. Start warming up!” The quartet scattered into the two duos, and you all began stretching. Everyone made sure to stretch carefully and properly, no one wanted to pull a muscle. After about fifteen minutes, Natasha whistled and beckoned the four of you over to them. “Today we’re doing something a little different. Peter, y/n spar first. Then, twins will spar. Then, you will switch partners again, Pietro and y/n, then Wanda and Peter. Afterwards, we’ll send you off to do your cooldowns.” You all nodded, and Wanda was right… again. You and Peter quickly wrapped your hands, and took off your jackets before climbing into the sparring ring.

“Ready, y/n?” Peter said giving you a fist bump before retreating to his side. “To fight with you? Always. No spidey sense.” He laughed and shook his head before readying his stance. You joined him in guarding yourself.

“And… Go!” Natasha cued the fight, and you and Peter began circling the ring. Peter swung first, aiming for your head, you dropped and swung your leg at his ankles. He fell onto his back, and you straddle him, and grabbed his wrists. You winked at him as you used your knee to jab his lower torso. He groaned, before using his head against yours and head-butting you. He uses your disorientation to his advantage. He flips you both so that you are on the bottom. Peter uses his knee to hold your legs in place, and now it’s his turn to send a wink. You swing your legs out from under him, and get back on your feet, Peter does so as well. You go in for a kick to his stomach, he catches it and flips you onto the ground. You are able to roll out of it. Then, something brushes your ankle. You look down briefly and see your weapon. You smirk and pick it up, Peter also seems to have gotten his web-shooters. Natasha and Clint smirk to each other having clearly planned this. Peter quickly latches his webs to his wrists and aims for your wand, you activate a mystical barrier around the wand, which sends Peter’s web right back at him.

“You may now, also, use your powers!” Clint calls out as he pulls a tin of popcorn from his duffel bag. You send Peter a glare as you begin conjuring a pocket mirror dimension. His eyes widen, and he uses his shooters to disrupt your hand motions. Your spell is sent to the ceiling, now creating a small (4 ft diameter) vortex. “Shit.” You said, sending a panicked glare to Peter. His face mirrored yours as the mini black hole began pulling the two of you towards it. He grabbed the edge of the ring before webbing your wrist.

“Y/n you can close it right?” He pulls you closer, and uses his spare hand to hold your waist.

“Yeah, just don’t let go.” With both hands you create a counter-spell, the vortex closes, and you and Peter fall to the ground. Peter landed on top of you, and both of your faces flushed. You tapped out, out of pure exhaustion. Closing a vortex is ten times more draining than transporting to a pocket dimension. Peter climbed off of you and offered his hand to you. You gladly took it, thinking that getting up yourself would be nearly impossible at this point. Peter knows how draining magic is for you, so he helped you out of the ring. You couldn’t stop leaning on him, if you didn’t your body could very easily collapse. “Thanks.” You send him a smile.

“Of course, y/n.”

“Good job guys, even with the little mishap. Good tactics though.” Natasha said, walking up to you. Clint began setting up the twins match, and Peter led you to the bench.

“You ok?” He asked as soon as you both were out of earshot.

“Mhm.” You hummed, leaning back.

“You sure?” He asked before taking a swig of water, “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I probably will,” You laughed.

“Y/n, I’m serious. You should save your energy, or else you’ll get sick again.” He reminded you of what happened last time.

“Fine. I will. After my spar with Wanda.” Peter groaned.

“Really y/n?”

“I can’t skip out on training. And if I can't do this, then Tony will never let me onto the field.” Peter sighed, completely understanding the need to prove yourself. You both had been sent on missions before, but nothing like the Battle of Sokovia or New York. You took a sip of your own water, before having to fight a dizzy spell. You grabbed Peter’s forearm to steady yourself.

“Are you ok?” His eyes were examining all of your body language.

“Yeah, just a little dizzy.” He nodded before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to help you stay upright. “Thanks.”

“Always.” Wanda and Pietro finished sparring, and Pietro came over to you.

“Ready?”

“Yup.” You both re-entered the sparring ring.

“Is she ok?” Wanda asked Peter.

“She will be, once she takes a break. Give her a few hours after training and she’ll be good.” Wanda nodded, she wanted to ask about Peter’s feelings towards you, but decided to wait. She did not want to miss you and Pietro sparring. Pietro knew you were drained from your spell, so he went easy-ish on you.

“Go!” Clint shouted. Pietro ran up to you at normal speed. He threw a punch which you blocked, but that was a part of his plan. As you pushed his hand to the side, he used his other hand to push you into his upper arm. This chokehold move was unexpected to say the least. You threw yourself backward into him, causing him to stumble ever so slightly. You attempted to get out of this situation, but you ended up pulling both of you to the ground. You both groaned, and before you could try to get out from under him, he put you back in the chokehold. You tapped out knowing your energy was shot.

“You alright?” He whispered as he helped you up.

“Yeah. You?” He nodded. The two of you stepped out of the ring, and the other two entered. Clint began mediating the new spar, and Nat came over to you two.

“You guys can go do your cooldowns, and then headout.”

“Thanks Nat.” He said before walking to your gym bag to unwrap your hands. Pietro immediately ran to the treadmill and put it on the highest setting. You decided to do an easier cooldown today, so you just stretched again before heading back to your room to take a bath. After you were dressed in a lounge outfit, you went and checked your email for any team updates. Spoiler alert: there was. Everyone’s being called to a meeting tonight. You groaned to yourself, just then your phone buzzed.

‘Hey y/n wanna hangout in my room until the meeting 2nite’ You responded quickly sending a thumbs up before heading down the hall to his room. You walked right in and plopped next to Peter on his bed.

“Hey, you feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah, the bath helped a lot.”

“That’s good.” He leaned onto his backboard and started scrolling. You two typically do this when training is over, neither of you like being alone too much. You were laying on your stomach scrolling on tiktok when you saw the coolest thing. You were about to show it to Peter but F.R.I.D.A.Y. stopped you.

“Mr. Parker, Ms. Stark. Captain Rogers would like everyone to make their way to conference room A.” You saved the tiktok before standing up.

“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. C’mon y/n.” You both jogged to the conference room and took your seats. In another three or so minutes General Ross entered the room.

“Good evening everyone.” Everyone nodded to him. “In Germany, there’s an old Hydra base that seems to have been just reactivated. There has been lots of new activity in the area, and energy being used. So, your mission is to get in, get the intel, get out, and blow the place. This is a heavy combat expected mission, and not all of you will be going. Wanda, you need to get a better grip on your powers, and we don’t want Hydra interfering with the progress you’ve made so far.” Wanda was clearly upset about not going, but she wasn’t going to make a scene. “Peter and y/n, neither of you will be going, you are both still kids.”

“We’re nineteen!” You countered.

“You’re still kids! Neither of you have enough experience in combat situations. I’m not sending you. That’s final.” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone else, you ship out tomorrow at noon, on the dot.” With that General Ross left the compound

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