#god what a wall of text lol oops

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | nine.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 3.4k

—chapter content/warnings: somewhat of another filler bcos ch.10 gonna be quite the ride 😫 but more focused on oc x minho getting closer and cuter!! cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption / intoxication / hangovers (not oc), lots of text exchanges lol sorry, oc getting back into the world!

"I feel like I'm still hungover." Jisung says over the phone, pretending to gag. You laugh a bit and shake your head, kicking off the dirt on the bottom of your shoes before entering the pottery classroom.

"Yeah, you were a mess." 

"Was I really?"

"Kinda? You plopped onto the bed and fell asleep in such a weird position."

"Was I loud?" 

"A bit."

☁︎ FLASHBACK | NIGHT AT THE HOTEL

"Cielo!" You hear Jisung's voice through the room door. "Cieloooo, I can't find the keycard thingy." He laughs. "Cieloooooo!" He repeats loudly in a sing-song tone. You let out a small yawn as you step out of bed and hurriedly help your bestfriend into the room. 

"Ji, people are sleeping."

"Sorry! Oop—" He yells, then switches up to a loud whisper. "Sorry! I'm just soooo glad to see you."

"I am too." You chuckle. "How are you feeling?" He smiles, stumbling his way into the room and onto the bed. He plops down face-first, body laid sideways as he mumbles into the sheets and tosses his hat to the floor.

"Think I'm pretty drunk, the world feels all loopy. Unless.. am I in the upside down? You know, that weird, dark place in the show Stranger Things? Looks like it'd smell bad." He hiccups and kicks off his shoes.

"You're not." You sleepily giggle.

"You sure? Kinda feels like it—"

"You should get yourself comfy, pachi. And drink some water." You place a water bottle on the nightstand and let out another yawn. "You're gonna be okay, right? Should I call Minho?"

"Ew, god no. Don't call him." He whines. "Please Don't call Minho. He's going to yell at me and shit. I'm the fun one between us two." You chuckle and slip back into bed. "Beeeeesides, I-I said I was fine." He hiccups again.

"Prove it by getting changed and getting into bed."

"Fine. Ugh." He groans as he groggily gets up and stumbles against the wall, grabbing his pajamas from the end of the bed before walking into the bathroom. A few items drop in there, followed by Jisung's tiny complaints to himself. You finally hear the sink turn on, signaling that Jisung was brushing his teeth and getting freshened up for bed. He swings the door open and shuts off the lights, tossing his clothes onto his suitcase before jumping back into his position on the bed. "Happy?" His face is planted sideways on the sheets, so you can see when he shuts his eyes the moment exhaustion begins to take over his body.

"Just want you comfortable, Ji." You snap a photo as you sink back into bed and send it to Minho. Just as Jisung starts to hum to himself and slowly drift to sleep, Minho responds to your text.

you: he's home!

minho: jeez, look at him

minho: still don't wanna switch? 😅

you: haha no, it's okay. he's about to fall asleep. thank you though. ☺️

minho: alright. just call me if he starts being gross and throws up.

you: hope not! don't worry. thanks minho. goodnight!

minho: goodnight y/n.

☁︎ END

"Cielo, be honest." Jisung whines a bit. "I couldn't even ask yesterday because I needed to sleep on the way back. I would've thrown up." You giggle.

"It's fine. You were okay, and you were safe. That's all that matters."

"Also, how the hell did Minho know I was slumped? He was on another floor."

"I just let him know you were home, that's all."

"With a picture?!"

"Proof." You shrug to yourself as you put your bag down. "Well, I'm here."

"Good. Have fun, cielo. Let me know when you're ready?"

"I can take the train and bus back."

"You can, but I also don't want you to overexert yourself again."

"Hm." You hum. "Okay. I'll text you."

"Cool." And with that, you hang up and prepare yourself for today's class. Though, it is hard to focus because you find yourself reminiscing about the weekend's festivities.

It was fun.

It was nice to be surrounded by loved ones.

It felt normal.

And although you were glad to spend that time with everyone, you were especially glad to finally have some time with Minho. He's been such a mystery. Not that you wanted to force anything between you two, but you were hoping to talk to him. Get to know him, understand him.

Be his bestfriend in one way or another.

It felt weird? Incomplete.

So, that was nice.

It felt normal.

As class goes on, you continue to work on a few household items— a mug, plate, bowl. You're starting to feel more comfortable, as if the muscle memory was stringing along right at your fingertips. You felt content with today's class, and you were excited to head back to the floral shop to play around with more arrangements you've had in mind. 

When class unfortunately comes to an end, you take your time cleaning up your area before grabbing your things and brushing yourself down. You wave at your instructor before clutching into your tote bag, making your way out of the store and towards the floral shop.

It wasn't busy.

"Um, hi." You approach the counter shyly with a few different, smaller bouquets and small plants. "I'm not sure if you remember me—"

"Of course, I do! How could I forget that pretty face?" The lady chuckles. "How did your bouquet arrangement turn out, love? Ready for more I see." You chuckle and approach the counter, placing down the small bouquets in your arms.

"I think I did alright." You show her a picture just as she's ringing you up. 

"Wow, you really have an eye for colors and that monstera leaf in the back? What a great touch." She smiles.

"You think so?"

"I mean it." She looks at you. "You're hired." She laughs it off as a joke, which makes you feel a little shy knowing you actually came to see if she was hiring.

"Actually.." She tilts her head to look at you while you hand her some cash. "I did want to ask if you were hiring. I haven't worked in quite some time, but I can be of help if you needed." She softly smiles and nods.

"I would love that, but I wouldn't be able to pay you well. It's just little ol' me running this shop." She nervously chuckles.

"It's okay. I just.. want to be out of the house, doing things I enjoy again." She cocks up a brow, afraid to ask what you mean— but you give her a quick, vague explanation anyway. "I got into a car accident and I was in the hospital for awhile." She gives you a sympathetic look, making you shake your head in return. "I'm okay. I just want to keep moving forward."

"Can you start tomorrow then? 9am." You give her a soft, toothless smile and nod just as a couple walks into the shop. "We can talk a little bit more about details."

"I can." You step back and acknowledge her once more with another nod. "I will see you tomorrow. Thank you." You feel silly accepting the job when you don't even know her name, but she picks up on this quick— smiling at you before she finally reveals what you've been thinking about for the past few minutes:

"Mrs. Pak." 

"Mrs. Pak." And with that, you walk out of the shop. You check your surroundings once more to see how busy it is at this time of day. It's a colder day; the sun is out, but the wind is a bit stronger than usual. Not too many people are walking around and it feels quiet than other days.

You head down towards Sunday Morning to quickly pop in for a visit just to see how everyone was doing. You figured it might be slow since there wasn't heavy foot traffic happening. Besides, you haven't heard much from Minho since the weekend and you wonder if he's okay.

Your mind wanders to him, lately.

Surprisingly, it is actually empty in the store. There's a notice on the front door that lists special hours for the next few days. You check your phone and realize you have 10 minutes before the café closes for today. You pop in anyway, catching Minho wiping away at the front counter. He looks up when he sees someone walk in through his peripherals, slowing his pace when he realizes it's you.

Yet again.

Which, he's relieved— let's get that straight. If it were anybody else, he'd shoo them away even if he had 10 minutes left until closing. He wasn't in the mood to deal, no.

But with you, he'd always make an exception.

"Y/N, hey." Minho tosses the rag to the side. "What can I get you?"

"Oh no." You chuckle as you walk towards him. "I'm sorry, I know you're pretty much closed and I don't mean to barge in. I just wanted to say hi and see how everyone was doing.. but you're alone?"

"Ah, so you came for JJ and Soobin." You laugh and shake your head.

"I came for you, mainly. If that makes you feel any better." He laughs a bit.

"I'm kidding. But, it does make me feel a bit better." 

"You've been quiet since the wedding."

"Well, it's JJ's turn to leave. It's my aunt's birthday, so he's out of town to celebrate." You nod. 

"That explains why you're closing early for the next few days."

"Mhm. I have workshops to teach."

"I see."

"Soobin left not too long ago." 

"I'll catch him next time then. I'm glad you're doing okay."

"I'm alright." He looks at you. "Did you have fun over the weekend? Besides Jisung being loudly drunk and annoying?" You laugh.

"It was fun."

"It was."

"Thanks again for walking with me that night."

"Course." His eyes linger on you for a little longer than you're used to and it makes you shy. "You sure you don't want anything?"

"No." You shake your head. "I should probably call Ji to come pick me up—"

"I mean.. I'm closing soon so I can take you home. I have enough time before class. Plus, not that I care much for him but it'll save him a trip." He shrugs as he teases.

"Are you sure?"

"To what, both? Yeah." You giggle. "Just let me finish cleaning these down and we'll be out of here, okay?"

"Alright." You watch as Minho officially flips the 'open' sign to 'closed.' "Thank you, Minho."

"No problem." He gives you a toothless smile before proceeding with his cleaning.

you: minho said he can take me home

jisung: why is he abandoning his café

jisung: doesn't he have shit to make, errr whatever?

you: stop. lol. JJ is out of town so he's closing the café earlier for the next few days.

jisung: ahhh i see

jisung: what about his dance class?

you: he said it's fine

jisung: arrrrright then

jisung: you sure you're good? i'm just wrapping something up

you: yeah i am, i'll go with him. why? you sound unsure?

jisung: nah. sorry cielo, i just wanted to make sure it was okay.

you: it is, promise. i'll text you when i get home?

jisung: mmkay, sounds good!

"Alright." Minho says, coming out of the back as he unties his apron and hangs it up. "Ready?" He shuts off the lights to the back and double checks everything on the counter.

"Whenever you are." You give him a small smile. He starts to lead the way, checking his surroundings before shutting off the lights and locking the front door. "Were you and Soobin okay today?"

"Yeah. We have someone else come in from time to time, but she has limited availability cause of school." You nod.

"That's good you have more help." You let Minho lead you to his car, allowing him to open the door for you. You slip in and buckle yourself in, silently waiting for Minho to settle into the driver's seat. It's quiet for awhile, even as his music starts to softly play in the background. "Wait, this won't be a trip for you since you have to get back into town for class?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I don't mind the drive. Kinda a stress reliever."

"Alright then." You chuckle.

"Did you tell Jisung?"

"Yeah." Minho slowly nods. "I think he felt bad, he kept asking if I was sure. Or, if you were okay with it." Minho knows it's not that— maybe 2% of it, actually. The other 98%? Jisung being overprotective and trying to shield you from him. But, can Minho blame him? 

Yes and no?

He'll expect the questions later, even if Jisung tries to beat around the bush about it.

"It's fine. He's probably worried I'll end up beating his ass for it." You chuckle.

"You won't right?"

"No." He smirks a bit. "Not yet."

"Minho." You whine a bit.

"I'm kidddddding." He elongates his response. "It's really not a problem. I don't mind the drive, I told you."

"Okay. You said so." You shrug a bit, making him laugh. It's cute. You were always worried about Jisung because that boy had a tendency to be way too impulsive, on top of already chaotic. He was a recipe for disaster growing up. But, it was never to this extent, where you're whining and showing off those puppy eyes. "Guess what?" You turn to him and Minho cocks a brow up.

"Hm?"

"I got a job at the floral shop."

"Down the street from the café?" You nod. "Nice. You feel ready for it?" 

"I think so. It'll be fun. At least, I think it will be."

"It will. You'll be doing what you love. You're good at what you do, Y/N."

"Am I?" You giggle.

"You are. You have always been." Minho says, avoiding eye contact. He still remembers your drawings he's stashed away. The random paintings, the little sculptures and figurines you'd make him in Ceramics class. He still has it. He could never toss it out.

"I hope I get there again."

"You will. Baby steps. Any progress is progress."

"Right." 

"You'll be fine, Y/N."

"Thanks, Minho." You yawn a bit as you look out the window. The rest of the ride is quiet, but it's a comfortable silence. Minho looks over every now and then, a tiny smile forming at the corners of his lips before he returns his attention to the road.

It's you.

You're here.

You're breathing.

It's you.

Suddenly, your phone dings on your lap and Minho can't help but quickly glance over. He sees you smile a bit before unlocking your phone, clicking on the message to respond right away. Minho nibbles on his bottom lip while he watches you every now and then in his peripherals, probably sending off messages to one other person he can think of—

san: how'd it go?!

you: it went well! i got it. ☺️

san: i knew you would, i think she really adored you from the beginning. lol. how couldn't she?

you: lol ya right!

san: you'll be a big help to her. 😊 let's hang out soon, celebratory dinner or something? on me.

you: you spoil me too much, lol. but sure! that'll be fun.

san: nah, it's nothing. let's go this upcoming week. lmk when you're free after you get your schedule or something.

you: okay. ☺️

san: 😊 have a good evening, y/n.

You finally shut off your phone and start looking out the window again, giving Minho some relief as he continues to drive off.

"Everything okay?" He asks to play it off.

"Mhm!" You look at him with that look, one that could make him immediately melt. "San was asking how it went at the floral shop. He wants to hang out soon to celebrate."

"Do you hang out often?"

"We have, from time to time. He calls a lot to check on me."

"Hm. That's nice." Is all he says. It's all he has to say. Respectfully.

"Yeah." You chuckle a bit to yourself before looking back out at the window, resting your head against the side. Minho thinks you're probably trying to offset the slight motion sickness with the way you shut your eyes for a bit. Luckily, you don't have much longer until you're home.

Sooner or later, Minho is arriving at your house and a huge wave of nostalgia washes over him again. He sets the car in park, watching as you unbuckle your seatbelt and gather your things.

"Thanks for bringing me home, Minho." You look at him softly. "I appreciate it."

"Course." He gives you a toothless smile. "Do you need help?" 

"Ah, no. I'll be okay." You giggle. "Have fun at class? You should really get some rest."

"I'll try." 

"Good." You give him a smile before shutting the door and making your way towards the side of the house. Just as you reach the side gate, you turn to give Minho one last wave before stepping inside. Minho drives off contently, unsure of this lingering feeling of emptiness he's been experiencing since that night of the hotel.

Since every night after the accident.

But, since that night at the hotel especially.

Before he can even dig deeply into his feelings, his phone vibrates and lights up in the middle console. He's hoping it's a text from you, thinking you probably forgot something, thinking you just want to thank him for the ride again.

It's not.

kat: hey, wanna swing by? i think we should talk about the last time you came by. i'm sorry.

He feels everything within him drop to the pit of his stomach, energy drained and mood soured. He quickly thinks about that night at Kat's and how she had the audacity to bring you up with that specific tone. 

No.

minho: i appreciate that, but i don't think i'll be coming by. too tired.

kat: oookay.. kinda hate how weird you've been towards me

minho: sorry, just lots going on. jj's gone so i have to hold down the fort for the café

kat: i see. alrighty then, goodnight minho.

Minho debates on saying goodnight back, but he doesn't. And if it's one thing this conversation showed him— it's the fact that he's done. 

This is done.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A WEEKEND DURING SOPHOMORE YEAR IN COLLEGE

"I have something for you." You sit in Minho's passenger seat with your hands tucked into your jacket, a huge smile breaking out on your face.

"What is it?" Minho cocks a brow up while chuckling at you.

"Close your eyes! Please. Close your eyes." Minho groans a bit but does as he's told. "Yay, thank you!" You giggle, holding the tiny gift in the palm of your hand for a second. You watch as he sighs a bit, the impatience starting to take over bit by bit.

"Y/N?"

"Oops, I forgot it." You joke.

"You can't be serious—" He whines with his eyes still closed.

"Kidding! I wouldn't do that!"

"I wouldn't put it past you."

"Hey!" You say before adjusting your position in his seat. "Here." He opens his eyes, watching as you hand him the little Pusheen looking figurine you made him in ceramics. 

"Aw." Minho laughs. "How cute is this? The eye is lopsided."

"No the fuck it's not! How dare you!"

"Dude, look at it." 

"You're such a dick." Minho laughs louder and shakes his head. 

"I'm kidding, babe. It's cute, I love it. Thank you." He smiles brightly at you before gently grabbing at your wrist to pull you over the console. He places a kiss on your cheek, before moving to the tip of your nose, to your lips. You giggle in between, making Minho repeatedly peck you with more small kisses. 

"I'm glad you like it. It was a random thing I made in between."

"Of course I do. I'll put this on my desk, where I can see it every single day. Okay?"

"Kay." You laugh before giving him one last kiss. "I should probably go, my uncle is probably wondering where I'm at."

"Do you really have to go home this weekend?" You chuckle.

"I need to spend time with my grandparents, so yes. I'll be back tomorrow evening!"

"That's too far." He furrows his brows, making you softly smack his forehead with a laugh.

"I'll be back before you know it. You have Chan, Seungmo and Jisung! Make sure Jisung doesn't do dumb shit." You start to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thanks for driving me home, babe." He smiles. "I love you!"

"I love you, too." He says. "Hey, wait?" You look back just as you step out of the car. "One more for the road?" He smirks before puckering his lips. You lean down and give him one last kiss before shoving him away by the forehead, earning a loud laugh from Minho as you shut the door and walk off. You wave him goodbye just as you step to your front door, unlocking it and stepping inside— giving Minho the clear to drive off.

☁︎ END

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[chocotonez]

txt reacting to s/o always giving them flowers

a/n: -and the s/o doesn’t like flowers very much but I didn’t really feel like putting the whole request into the title oops, anyways ilysm and thanks for such a good request <3

warnings/genre: fluff, reader can be a bit awkward in some but like not really tbh, lots of kisses and hugs from kai, reader can be carried around by the members but g/n and no other descriptions, lmk if anything else should be tagged!

yeonjun

-junnie sent you a bouquet once, and you had to explain you’re aversion to flowers and he immediately took to substitute gifts!

-since you weren’t a fan of the whole floral arrangement thing, he never really expected you to send him flowers for his dance cover being released. but it was a celebratory thing and pretty major…so he just brushed it off!!

-but then you never missed a date, a successful training period, end/start of a tour, comeback announcements or promotions, you somehow always managed to send/give him flowers for any important event in his life, and even just knowing how much you paid attention to the details of his schedule made his heart <333

-it means a lot to him, not even because he loves flowers but just because he knows you’re not a flower person but!! here u r!! giving him flowers!!

-always gets so giggly and blushy, tries to act cool but fails miserably because he’s so whipped over you

-“ah, you got this for me?? I love you so much!!” and gives u a little kiss on the cheek while he’s just lovingly looking back at you and the flowers

-“you love me so much hehe~” and he’s grinning while you roll your eyes “yeah I do u dork”

-probably gets most of the flowers pressed so he can hang them up on his wall :>

soobin

-binnie isn’t that much of a flowers guy either, so he only knows that you aren’t a fan of flowers because of an incident in a grocery store at the floral section

-he doesn’t really mind, gift giving isn’t a major receiving love language for him, but feeling like his partner is listening to him in a relationship?!?!? good stuff

-one day he was just casually talking about an MC event he’s going to be at, and how it was going to be on a popular streaming service, and so a month later when he finished up that schedule and got home to a beautiful arrangement of flowers that read:

-“from y/n, good job today! love you more than words can say, I’m so proud <3”

-he was WHIPPED. immediately calls you at god knows what time he got home, “I thought you didn’t like flowers???”

-“yea but I wanted to support you and I thought you’d think they’re cute :3” and he’s clutching his heart and sobbing

-it becomes routine for you to brave the floral section to get him flowers, and he’s taken aback each time you do so, because not only are you willing to get him flowers, you’re being so attentive and supportive and he just OWEJAISISJ

-probably brags about u to his friends over text every single time you send him flowers lol

beomgyu

-he really loves feeling supported or heard in his relationships, so it’s less that you don’t like flowers but get him bouquets or arrangements anyways, but more you somehow remember every single event he tells you about

-he’s not super big on the traditional flower giving, so he only figures out your dislike of flowers after asking if he should reciprocate the flowers you got him for a concert

-doesn’t mind, but then he notices how you get him flowers for every single important event he tells you about and his heart is swelling

-he teases u sm he’s like “waoooo ur such a simp,,,saying you don’t even like flowers and getting me a whole garden,,,ur obsessed with me!!” and then writing seven pages about you in his little diary while kicking his legs

-goes a bit crazy every single time, and he always prepares himself for the day you forget but you never do, you always send him pretty flowers and he swoons into the arms of a staff member or yeonjun every time

-will tease u x2 if your dislike for flowers comes from a pollen allergy though, just because he thinks ur so cute when you get pouty or roll ur eyes

-picks u up and swings u around while cooing at you, “my little flower baby~~~” and ur just -_- but you love him so it’s ok <333

taehyun

-I don’t really see him caring about flowers either, or whether or not you have a preference for them

-he’s not major on gift giving, but he likes the traditional aspect of it or at least giving you roses for a date night

-but when u tell him you don’t like flowers he doesn’t really care, nor does he care if he receives them

-but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care if he does receive them!! because he gets so flustered it’s adorable, the first time he’s so surprised because he vividly remembers you saying you don’t like flowers and you won’t go out of your way to get them, and here they are!! on his desk after a schedule!!

-asks you why you got them?? since yaknow?? and u just laugh and you’re like “well it was a special event, how could I not?”

-and somehow no matter how many times you get him flowers, he will always be ECSTATIC because he just feels so special knowing that you don’t like flowers yet here you are, spending so much on them just to congratulate him or reward him

-doesn’t even mind when he gets them, it’s just knowing the effort you put into making him happy is there, and he wants you to know he’ll do anything to make u happy too <3

-always sends a thank you note with a heart written on it, or even just a small text, he appreciates you so much

kai

-“oh hyuka there’s a package left for you from y/n, they got you flowers for the comeback-“ “oh, that’s probably not from them, y/n said they didn’t like flowers” and then the staff member double checks the note and yup!! it’s from you!!

-loses his shit and practically SPRINTS to your place, kicks open the door (waving the coco) and just throws you onto the couch while peppering your face with kisses

-“did u really get flowers for me!! ur so cute <3” and he’s just nuzzling your cheek and giggling because u r so adorable!!

-every single time you get him flowers he falls even more in love with you, because every single time it surprises him, he doesn’t expect you to put up with something you don’t like just to make him happy or congratulate him

-sends massive gift boxes in thanks and you have to explain “it’s just flowers babe u don’t have to send me a six foot teddy bear and seven chocolate boxes”

-unlike beomgyu, he doesn’t really care about the frequency or you knowing his schedule, it’s just what ur willing to do for him

-he would eat a teaspoon of mustard for you, never forget that <3

[thatonefatgumsimp]

Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

[hellostarfleet]

hello i finished new vegas

wall of text thoughts. under read more bc sooooo many.

was kind of wishing by the end i'd known how much the game rewards rly picking and choosing what to make your stats... i didn't really appreciate this until i went from like 45 in energy weapons like this feels fine to 75 and was like I AM A PLASMA GOD!!!! so noted for next run (i did end with 100 in science and energy weapons I GOTTA be nosy and hack every terminal i see. or my courier will die.)

rly thought this about hour 5 but i wasn't expecting the legion to be so cartoonishly evil actually i knew they were bad but like. lol. CMON GUYS PUT SOMETHING BACK ON THE SHELF FOR OTHER BAD GUY FACTIONS... instead of the vipers/jackals/powder gangers/fiends just kind of being. free karma estate. (in retrospect i don't rly understand the point of karma as a system because after like level 5 i never even dipped to neutral karma. my courier was an angel. an angel who stole every cap, stimpak, box of ammo, and piece of scrap metal she could find from everyone and anyone in the greater mojave area. and killed. SO MANY PEOPLE.)

was kind of expecting the hoover dam battle to be like... bigger???? like just having more guys around. more chaotic. actually have a reason to go down into the hoover dam sublevels that they. built and modeled but i had no plot reason to go into and did wander into the first time i was there (mostly i was like "how much does this look like the real hoover dam" and then realized i don't really remember enough about the particulars of the interior to judge that kdjhdkdhdkj).

also maybe im just too much of a bioware kid but i also think it was kinda weird to not have all the little guys you recruited there but shrug. (also i wanted to see the superfortress. WHERE IS IT) anyway i did independent ending bc OBVIOUSLY the ncr has problems and OBVIOUSLY my courier could do better. i mean she has already almost single handedly solved every personnel and supply chain issue the NCR was having. she will definitely TOTALLYYYY set up some sort of council of local factions as soon as she's done having some portion of the securitrons clean up all the fucking rubble laying around in freeside bc it's bothering me. WHY HASN'T ANYONE EVER SO MUCH AS SWEPT MCCARRAN AIRPORT TERMINAL. i bet everyone would be slightly less miserable if you could walk down the street without the threat of tripping on rubble and impaling yourself on rebar. sorry what. you want local governance. citizen. pick up that can. then we'll talk.

anyway idk handwaving not storming through the legate's camp to the main part of the fort to get caesar with the securitrons was kind of weird. i wanna kill. which means i also apparently i missed my chance in life to kill vulpes. SAD. but i got to order yes man to throw a guy off the hoover dam. AND HE DID. so that ruled. (the duality of courier: last week she saved your president from assassination. this week she went hmm. i see. and tossed your top general off a dam.) also im sure yes man installing some updates to become more assertive will definitely not cause any issues. it's fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!!

ANYWAY despite all that i had a good time as evidenced by finishing it in the time i did oops. i had a good time. i actually didn't realize this game had a companion system i just thought it had a collection of pathetic men. which it does. but also i love having companions (although did get kind of tripped up on only being allowed to have one humanoid companion and one ed-e/rex. it was always ed-e btw bc rex was like continually under my feet im sorry boy.) i also travelled with boone for like 20 hours so it took me a while to realize like any other companion talks a lot more since im pretty sure stringing more than 3-5 words together causes him physical pain. i love that there's a scene for if you do give veronica a dress!!! i am still thinking about how hard arcade dissed me the first time i asked if he wanted to travel with my courier!!!!! i also asked if it could wait when i got his quest and he was like no actually im gonna keep talking and like. lmao. STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ENCLAVE DOES I FEEL LIKE THE ANSWER IS JUST "GO PLAY FALLOUT 3"??? kind of like how visiting jacobstown was just "go play fallout 1 & or 2"

misc briefer thoughts ig:

WHY IS THERE A SNOWGLOBE IN SARAH'S VAULT 21 ROOM. HASN'T SHE LOST ENOUGH TO MR. HOUSE. i did not sell this snowglobe. please clap bc $$$.

loved exploring the vaults in that i hated exploring the vaults man. i think vault 11 wins for most fucked up and vault 34 wins for most times i thought "i fucking hate this" while i was there (but that's a personal problem bc feral ghouls. ueueuueueueueueue cries in a corner while arcade and ed-e shoot everything. nice moral dilemma at the end though. i saved the groundwater but oof. oughf.)

why do the options with dealing with the great khans suck so much lmaooo.... shoving ncr soldiers up against the wall for being like HA we showed theM CHASED THEM RIGHT OUT!! like girl no i told them to leave bc UR COMMANDING OFFICER SAID SHE'D USE THEM FOR CANON FODDER IF THEY ALLIED WITH THE NCR

also honestly same for all the dialogue about neslon bc sorry WHOOOOO kicked the legion out. bc it wasn't you guys it was boone and i doing a sidequest and then just going fuck it kill them all actually -

ok but speaking of NCR guys sorry to the misfits bc i did not have enough explosives to teach u how to explosives and then u all deserted and were hung. skill issue but sorry but skill issue -

because i had done all the vaults i. did finish most of the brotherhood quests ig and honestly was probably going to leave them alone except then i triggered veronica's quest and they wiped out that followers station so. hot take maybe you guys shouldn't have had like three terminals of kill everyone dead. also maybe don't preface yay we can leave again with thoughts on going at it with the ncr again imMEDIATELY what is wrong with you guys.

i feel like some other run im gonna go all in on punching and sneaking that sounds fun. or lead pipe run. i hope primm appreciated me liberating their big hotel in town and didn't think too hard about the piles of guys beat to death with a lead pipe.

the powder gangers and guys in vault 19 rly didn't do anything to me but if it will get me better epilogue slides. well i did get this gauss rifle too late in the game to really use it (ENERGY WEAPON SNIPER RIFLE. IDEAL WEAPON!!!)

i can't believe i have to pay $5 to experience mormons. actually is it even specifically mormon bible thumping or am i just assuming bc it's utah. anyway im gonna do it. but. lmao. (i was also surprised how much man on fire stuff was mentioned in the game proper since it is apparently dlc.)

is the ideal dlc order release order btw

[columboscreens]

also peter falk literally just looks like a Normal Guy. like as someone who is a) a trans guy (sort of its complicated) and b) not that tall, i cant tell you how nice it is to see literally a normal fucking person of about my height in literally anything. and bonus points cause peter falk is from the same area as my dad and HIS dad are, so its EXTRA "he's literally just some guy" from my perspective

yeah i 100% agree with you anon, that's what i like about him! peter falk literally was just some regular-ass pencil pushing guy from suburban new york. his schlubby act wasn't a farce; this was a guy who thought acting was a fun hobby that he wasn't very good at until he was like 30. he started his theatre career when he'd already lived almost a third of his life doing random shit as Just Some Guy! in addition to having a theatrical background, his authenticity translated very strongly to his roles and it's always refreshing to watch.

like yeah he was certainly good-looking--the guy by all accounts fucked constantly--but it was in a somewhat unconventional way. his grin was lopsided, one eye cocked. you may have even heard the anecdote about how falk failed his first screen test because studio execs couldn't get over his eye. for every one of us who goes nuts over how hot he was, there are a bunch of people who think he looked like a lunch bag lmao.

tl;dr im sick of fuckin marvel CGI faces and wanna see regular people with character again, people with authenticity. besides, i'll say it, it's way hotter to be kind of busted.

on another note, though canonically he's a cis guy, i'm fascinated with the fact that columbo is indeed for many transmascs, and even trans/gender questioning folks in general, an idol. it makes you look more critically at his gender expression, which really is its own whole-ass topic.

he's short, not weak but not particularly athletic, keeps his hair long-ish, hides his shape much of the time in a rumpled overcoat. in terms of traditional 20th century western gender expression, his masculinity is unambiguous, but upon closer inspection, so is his femininity.

on the surface level, he never hesitates to pick flowers, go shopping, cook dinner, get a manicure, or put his arm around another guy. more importantly, he's calm, sensitive, caring, nurturing, and has a strong intuition to which he listens. he's a man, but he's the one who defines what that means to him, and he's the one who defines how he expresses that, no matter how many odd looks he gets. traits aside, that level of confidence and agency in his own expression is something to admire no matter your identity.

[helliontherapscallion]

Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park. 

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step. 

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong. 

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest. 

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands. 

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night. 

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno. 

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on? 

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his. 

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’. 

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ���Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter. 

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!” 

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood. 

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern. 

“‘M fine.” 

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes. 

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief. 

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained. 

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.” 

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle. 

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone. 

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you. 

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’. 

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.” 

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.” 

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better. 

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Sunday, you thought. Thank God it’s Sunday. 

           Sundays in the compound meant two things: the weekly debrief and the half-promise of the rest of the day off. Natasha had told you when you first arrived that Sundays were the days that the Avengers would gather, not as a group of the highly skilled warriors they were, but instead as friends. Tony would often host movie nights or big dinners. Sometimes, he’d treat the group to a day-cation or even a night of bowling (granted, the bowling alley he had built into the compound was much larger than the one in the basement of Stark tower). Theoretically, it could have happened any day of the week, but Sunday also happened to be when all the training rooms and labs were professionally disinfected by some staff. Truthfully, it gave the team an excuse to hang out and pretend that they weren’t there because of life-or-death circumstances. 

Meetings, on the other hand, always started at 7 AM on the dot no matter what. Steve was strangely strict about schedules. You would make it a point to be early to all the meetings you could since finally being allowed, showing up fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. While this gave you a higher opinion with Steve, it also gave you a chance to pick your spot at the table, and thankfully so. Choosing a place at the table as everyone was rushing intended to be a little stressful, so to avoid any potential hurt feelings, you thought it best to let them choose to sit next to you. You had sat next to just about everyone at the meetings before, all except Thor and Loki. While Thor typically stood at meetings, Loki rarely ever showed up in the first place unless something interesting was to be discussed. Most of the time, with luck, there wasn’t much except training schedules and new projects. However, some weeks you’d find Loki peaking his head into gander at the presentations, specifically if there were missions that required a deal of stealth. Today was…sort of one of those days. 

As you strolled into the meeting room with a smile on your lips to greet Steve, you were confused to see the odd sight of Captain America himself laying out business cards on the table, one in front of each of the seats. The meeting room looked almost identical to every other room in the bunker: metal on metal. The metal floor of the meeting room extended into a balcony above the two levels below you. On the floor closest to the balcony’s edge, extending about two feet out, was clear glass, so you could see below your feet. According to Tony, the banisters of the balcony encased thick, soundproof material that could enclose the room by just a touch of a button. Luckily, there hadn’t been any reason as of late to use that little feature, but it was cool just knowing about it. Lengthwise across the balcony sat a huge (once again, metal) oval table with about twenty chairs surrounding its circumference. Parallel to the table on the inside wall of the room, a large screen displayed the Avengers logo spinning on its axis.

 Considering that no one except Steve was there, you said a short hello and began to stroll around the outside of the wide oval table to see what exactly he was doing. Each of the cards had a singular name on them: Natasha, Steve (who was always at the head of the table, so it seemed counterproductive for him to have a name-card in the first place), Bruce, Thor, and so on. When you finally came to your name, you glanced at the two cards adjacent to yours. Your heart caught in your throat for a moment as you read not one of the Asgardian brothers sitting next to you, but both of them; Thor was to your right and Loki to your left. From there, the rest of the cards didn’t matter too much to you. 

With wide eyes, you picked up your head and looked incredulously at Steve, who was placing the final card on the opposite side and end of the table. “Can I ask what exactly you’re doing?” 

Steve smirked, waiting for a second to look down the table before meeting your eyes. “We have assigned seating now. I’ll talk about it more during the meeting, but for now, just have a seat and wait for the others.” 

After you paused, like a pouty child, you huffed and pulled out your seat, sitting in your designated spot. This is ridiculous, you thought. I feel like I’m a kid in school again. The more you thought about it, the more your mind drew blanks about what Steve could be plotting. Despite being one of the most honest people you knew, he was scarily good at keeping information. That could have been from the army. He is Captain America, after all. The Captain-America who kicked Loki’s ass in Stuttgart…and now here he was, assigning that same Loki a seat at a meeting table. It felt a bit too ironic. You wondered if there was any luck that Loki would show up at all today. After all, he wasn’t known to participate very much in group activities. 

“Cap,” you spoke, watching as Steve fiddled with the control panel next to the screen. “Not to be pessimistic, but do you actually think Loki plans on showing up today?” 

           Steve chuckled and nodded his head slowly, his eyes still focused on the tiny screen in front of him. “Something tells me he’ll be here,” he muttered.

           “Why’s that?” You pushed your chair back, turning your body and slinging your left arm over the back of it to give you more support. The office chair you sat in was turned away from the screen and door, so this position made it easier for you to see Steve.

           He shrugged, his eyebrows jutting up and the corner of his lips pinched down. “Did you check the schedule?” 

           “No,” you answered truthfully. “We usually get a copy here, so I don’t normally check it before the meetings.” 

           Steve pushed away from the control panel, the screen flickering briefly before it froze, the animation pausing on a side-view of the bright red “A.” He sighed and crossed his arms, muttering something about Tony and the 1940s.  He pursed his lips and turned his head to look at you. His eyes darted down and back up at you again, and he placed his hands on his hips, a small smile on his lips. “That may be a habit you want to start getting yourself into. It’s always good to be prepared for everything. And besides,” he said, turning his head to the sound of the door opening. “There’s some info on it that he may be interested in.”

           Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, one by one, the rest of the Avengers team sauntered in through the door, led by Bruce. Every few seconds, someone new would appear in the door, an exhausted 7 AM look in each of their eyes. Well, except Vision. Each of them wasn’t nearly as surprised as you were to find the assigned seating. They either made a snide comment and sat down or didn’t say anything at all. The room was filled with a new, early morning chatter, yawns, and shuffling noises littering the room. To your right, the chair pulled out, and you looked up, locking eyes with Thor. He pressed his lips together into a tight and warm smile, plopping down into his seat. 

           “Good morning, young one,” He said, leaning back into his chair. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a few whisps falling and framing his face. He looked disheveled, obviously having only rolled out of bed a few minutes prior. His black sweatpants had rolled up one leg and stuck mid-calf. Between that and his gray t-shirt, he looked more like a college student recovering from a hangover than the God of lightning. “I trust you slept alright?”

           You smiled and nodded, lifting your leg and digging your heel into the seat of the chair. You rested your chin against your knee and hummed. “Good as ever, I suppose.” 

Thor nodded. “Very good. You’ll do well tomorrow in that case.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Your heart rate picked up a bit, and you lifted your head. 

Thor tilted his head. “You do not know,” he speculated. It was more a statement than a question. Thor bumped his eyebrows and stuck out his lower lip a bit. The puzzled look on his face was quickly replaced by a content smile as he sat further back in his seat, shimmying himself a little to get comfortable. “No matter. I am sure it will get discussed in the meeting.”

His smug little smirk made you frustrated. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Isn’t it too early for games? Actually, speaking of, do you know if your brother’s coming?” 

“Oh! I believe so. He did say that he would be attending today’s meeting.” Thor searched around the room for a brief second. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he twisted his body towards the door and smiled when he saw his Loki approaching through the glass. 

Unlike most of the team, when Loki stepped in, you surely expected a disheveled mess, not unlike his brother. However, to your surprise, Loki looked put together. Clad in a white collared shirt tucked into dark brown dress pants fastened with a leather belt, he wore a blue tie around his neck as well, certainly the most dressed in the room, if you put Steve aside. Honestly, he looked as if he had been up for hours. Loki took a moment to scan the room, his eyes locking on the lone seat next to you with his name spelled out in crude Sharpie. His eyes then darted up and latched onto yours, giving your blood pressure a quick spike. You watched as his almost bored expression morphed into a slight smirk, wrapping his fingers around the back of your chair, one hand on each side behind your head. “Surprised to see me, darling?” He shook the chair lightly, jolting you in place you making you let out a startled yelp. Ignoring any of your reactions, he placed himself down in the chair and began to scan the room. There wasn’t much to give away what he could have possibly been searching for; even so, it was one of the first meetings he had gone to voluntarily, so perhaps he felt out of touch. Loki’s gaze followed one end of the table to the other and finally landed on you. His features softened for a minute before a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You should know why I’m here, shouldn’t you?”

You stuck out your lower lip and shook your head, your eyebrows up. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I actually don’t. I was surprised when I saw your name tag on the table.” 

Loki glanced at the name card and picked it up, folding it between his index and middle fingers. You watched him as his eyes glossed over the cards on the table. After a few moments, a grin slowly spread onto his lips, and he leaned over the right side of his chair to get closer to your face. “I quite like the assigned seating. They say every action has a reason, so I can only imagine Captain Roger’s intentions.” 

Your head twitched back in confusion. “What do you mean, his ‘intentions’? And why is everyone so sketchy today? What am I not being told?” 

Loki’s toothy grin faded back into his classic knowing smirk, and he leaned back in his chair, the fingertips of both his hands connecting with its counterpart. Thor and Loki sat now in practically the same position, but Thor had long been dragged into a conversation that Peter had been having long before he had arrived at the meeting room. Thor’s position was more relaxed, his hands resting on top of the armrests and his legs long outstretched from the chair.  Loki, however, looked more like an evil king or some sort of wicked sorcerer with his sharp gaze and sly expression. Well, perhaps that was a bit dramatic. Maybe that’s just what your nerves were telling you. In all reality, he is simply scarily inquisitive, as if he waiting for something. At this point, with three of the Avengers now holding some sort of knowledge above your head, you became frustrated. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. 

“Alright,” Steve called out, pulling out his chair but not sitting down. He stood at the table’s end and glanced over the members at the table. He placed his hands on his hips. “Let’s get down to business. We’re changing things up around here as far as training goes. If you had read the schedule, you’d know what I’m talking about.” You shrunk into your seat a bit and slid your hand down your face at that comment, knowing it was at least partially directed at you, but continued to listen. 

Steve took a small stack of papers and motioned for Tony to take it to his right. Tony’s face turned into an irritated scowl, and he held up his hands as if he was defending himself. “Ah,” he muttered. “I don’t like being handed things.”

“Tony, just take the damn—”

“Okay, to be fair, that was your own fault. I wouldn’t have sat here, anyways.”

Steve rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue, but Pepper quickly stepped in front of them both and took the papers out of Steve’s hand, quietly scolding Tony under her breath. Tony muttered defensively back at her, but she simply ignored him and straightened the edges of the stack on the table. Pepper placed a sheet down in front of Tony, a copy of the week’s schedule by the looks of it. She took the courtesy to continue down the table, placing a paper in front of each individual who sat at the table. Steve nodded a silent ‘thanks to her as she handed a final sheet to Bruce at Steve’s left. She grabbed one for herself and went to stand off to the side, her hands folded neatly in front of her cream and strawberry striped work dress. 

“Now,” Steve began again. “If you look at the schedule, you’ll see that we switched things around. Instead of having a new training partner each week, you’re going to have the same one for a month. This’ll ensure that everyone can fully learn from each other, and since there’s an odd amount of us, we’ll have to rotate who gets paired in threes. This month, it’s Thor, Loki, and (Y/N). Now in other news…” 

Upon hearing those words, you grabbed at the sheet of paper in front of you. On the form, highlighted in a pale blue were the month’s pairings. You noticed that the word “week” had been replaced by “month,” which wasn’t necessarily something you were quite ready to process. Not only had you been paired with the God of Mischief as a training partner for a whole month, but you had also been paired with the God of Mischief’s big brother. As sort of a desperate attempt for confirmation, you scanned over the list of pairings.

Bruce & Natasha 

Wanda & Peter

Tony & Scott

Steve & Bucky

Thor, Loki & (Y/N)

Clint & Vision

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Almost immediately, you understood why the boys had been holding this information until the last minute. Your reaction was pretty much exactly what they wanted to see.

Now, typically, you weren’t one for interrupting, especially during meetings. You were one of the most respectful people there, always letting the other person say what they had to say. However,  not listening to Steve anymore, your adrenaline got ahead of your brain and hotwired into your mouth. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” you sputtered. “You’re putting me against the two of them?” 

Steve suppressed a smile. “Is there a problem?” 

You looked at him in shock. “I—I…yes! One, I’m like half of both of their heights, and two—” Your voice trailed off as both of the brothers began to look at you with sly smiles. Whoops, they’re still here. You held up your hands and darted your eyes between the two of them, silently pleading for their understanding. “No offense, guys,” your eyes locked back on Steve. “Two, you’re pairing me up with two Gods. Is that even fair?” 

“If I may,” Thor chimed in. You turned your body to look at him. “I think I have an idea of what Loki and I might teach the young agent,” He paused and bumped his eyebrows, his hand twitching upwards. “If you don’t have prior plans for her training, of course.”

Steve tilted his chin up. “I’m listening.”

“Loki and I are both well experienced with the use of melee weaponry. The close-range defense was almost exclusively taught on Asgard. Perhaps we can assist in her training.”

From the mirrored seat at the opposite end of the table, Natasha leaned forward and looked at you in the eye. She tilted her head, and her brow twitched. “It’s a good idea,” she said. “You may want to take advantage of that. It’s a good training opportunity.” Her gaze left your eyes darted to Thor, then quickly, her eyes shifted to Loki. Her discomfort with Loki was obvious and feasible to the man himself. It didn’t take a shrink to feel Natasha’s protective energy over you, even though she did her best to back off. There was a thick, hostile tension in the room as she debated what to say. Natasha bit the inside of her lip, her sight steeled onto the God. When you followed her gaze to Loki, you noticed how Loki’s eyes were squinted, a small smile placed upon his lips. His jaw hardened, and he swallowed but otherwise made no move to speak. He dipped his chin and raised his eyebrows, giving her a look of expectation. She, in response, simply crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. “No funny business,” she warned with a deep tone, looking to Steve to continue. 

“I promise, I will do no harm to your little pet, Romanoff,” Loki spat. His voice was low.

“She’s not my pet.” 

“So sure? Oh, lovely. Then maybe you’ll stop treating her as if she were.”

“She’s my underling. You should be careful.” Natasha spoke slowly. 

“Or what?” Loki scoffed. “Are you going to kick me out? Set me free? Joyous day!” 

“Enough,” Steve commanded, and the room dissolved into a tense silence. 

After Steve had warned Loki against any further interruptions, he continued discussing the different parts of the schedule laid out in front of you. To be honest, it became a little difficult to pay attention. There was one nagging thought tugging away at your head: what exactly Loki meant. You were close to being confident that when he expressed his pleasure for being “set free,” it was simply a quip at Natasha to throw her off. However, it may have done more harm than good, those thoughts being redirected back to you. Whether it was rational or not, you couldn’t help but think that he had a point. While he had been here for a reasonable amount of time, it didn’t dispel the fact that he didn’t want to be here in the first place. He probably yearned to be…well, anywhere else. 

 You placed your elbow on the arm of the chair and set your head on your palm. You were embarrassed, to say the least. Your eyes flickered up to see Loki’s face, but the back of his head was turned towards you. There was a particular distaste in the fact that he felt he needed to be at your defense. Or, maybe he wasn’t defending you. Perhaps he was just ridiculing her. Being defensive. It shouldn’t matter as much as it feels; you knew that. By now, Steve had been speaking for a few minutes about a fundraiser that Tony was planning to host inside the week. Your head was in a different space. Hopefully, it wasn’t anything super important. For now, you had other things to be concerned about. 

To your displeasure, your Sunday afternoon went by remarkably quick. Instead of opting to have a dinner night together as the Avenger’s did every week, several of them spent the day attempting to decorate the main room for the fundraiser. It seemed odd at the time, considering that Tony most certainly had people to do it for him, but the community feeling was nice. Not surprising, Loki was no where to be found. You could assume that he was reading in the library or seeing something that he deemed “more worthwhile to do”, but you probably wouldn’t be right even if you asked him. Loki had this strange unpredictability to him, his actions, and his words. It was intriguing but felt a little dangerous if you weren’t careful. It’s not that you didn’t trust Loki – it wasn’t as if you hadn’t known him for a while. However, you found yourself a bit intimidated by him and rightfully so. 

While Thor was a God, the same as Loki, Thor’s personality didn’t nearly have you guessing as much. In a way, though, it was kind of fun. Loki would leave minor pranks around the tower – most of the time a rogue spider or a snake scurrying across the kitchen counter or homebody’s hand. He had gotten you once or twice with these harmless minor pranks so seeing a black mouse run out from inside of your shoe when you were trying to put them on didn’t nearly scare you as much as it first had. Loki could always be seen lurking around the corners of doorframes when someone’s scream echoed through the bunker halls. You had caught him once or twice bouncing away in satisfaction, his chin tucked close to his chest and chuckles lacing his breath. You had even seen him once attempting to prank Vision, of all people. He had tried to set up a wire in the gym doorway to trip him, but even as he used his magic to make the wire go a little higher to heighten his success rate, Vision simply phased through it as if it hadn’t even been there. Loki immediately stood up in his corner of the gym and scrunched his eyebrows, his eyes wide. Vision was always unperturbed, offering a sympathetic smile for his failed prank. This is who Steve signed you up with. 

Midnight was creeping ever so close. With the approach of the morning came the approach of these godforsaken training sessions you were to go to. You had yet to be taught by Loki, but if he was anything like his brother, you were going to face a frustrating day. While Thor was as friendly as ever, he had a tendency to ramble and talk a little fast. He also loved to animate his actions, which had you suppressing your laughter more often than not. With each punch, he’d mutter a “pow pow”, then turn to you with a cheesy grin, expecting you to have fully grasped his “lecture”. Even so, he had only been paired with you during training once or twice, so you had no idea how tomorrow was supposed to go. 

You shook your head and stepped into the living room, turning a little for the kitchenette to the right. This late at night, most of the lights had been turned off, so the only thing illuminating the kitchen was the dull luster of the hallway. The living room was completely dark, so trying to find the mugs was a little bit of an ordeal. You grunted as you placed your knee against the counter, relying on the dim ray of light to guide your movements. The cabinets were higher than your liking, and since the mugs were on the top shelf, that meant you needed an extra boost to get up there. Of course, you wouldn’t ever ask for help, You shimmied your knees to the left to allow you to swing open the cabinets. Gingerly, and using your other hand to grip onto the cabinet as balance, you grabbed a crimson-colored mug nearest the edge. 

“You know,” Loki’s voice called out from the hall, making you gasp and slip your fingers from the mug. The sudden momentum threw the cup off balance on the edge of the cabinet, and it tipped, clattering on the counter for a moment before bouncing off and shattering onto the ground. “I’d ask what you were doing but that seems obvious enough. I just want to know why you decided to do it in the dark, of all things,” Loki teased, flicking the lights on. 

You rolled your eyes and groaned, not wanting to step onto the ground in your socked feet.  Your free hand grasped at your heart. “Loki, you scared me!” 

He strolled in and pulled his lips into a half-smile, his fingers laced together behind his back. “Bad habit,” he winked. “Though, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I could see just fine,” you turned to him as much as you could, but now gripped the edge of the cabinet with both hands as to not fall, especially now that there was broken glass below you. 

“Ah, yes, that explains why you broke your mug, now doesn’t it?” He chided, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

“That was your fault! You startled me,” You looked down at the ground to see where you could step but the ground shimmered with millions of tiny pieces of glass. You did your best to analyze the situation and looked at your surrounding area. Alas, you found yourself stuck. If you moved left, the cabinets would end and wouldn’t give you the balance you needed with the limited amount of space you had, and the same went for the right of you. You cleared your throat. And wiggles your feet which dangled from the edge of the counter. 

“Are you going to ask for help any time soon, or should I leave you here to figure it out for yourself?” Loki cracked. You could hear the smirk on his lips. 

“I don’t need help,” You turned a bit to get a look at him. Truthfully, you knew that you would have to ask for his help eventually. Broken glass and bare feet were too dangerous to mess around with, and you knew if you stepped anywhere that disagreed with you, you would get a foot full of shards. You groaned, and with careful balance, you shakily placed the heel of your palms on the counter and ducked your head under the cabinets. Maybe if you were to crawl, you could get to the other side of the counter where there may have been less glass. If anything, that was your best shot. You scoffed and shook your head, criticizing yourself for the ridiculousness of it all, as Loki watched you struggle from the opposite side of the kitchen island. On your hands and knees, you started your attempt to get to the side of the counter; however, only about 3 feet from it, your right knee, which was closest to the counter’s edge, slipped off, sending the front of your body barreling into the counter. You felt your momentum guiding you off of the counter edge and towards the glass-coated ground and you let out a startled yelp. 

Just as your body was about to slip and fall, you heard the sound of boots crunching, and as quickly as it had first happened, your balance had been restored. The firm touch to your midsection made you tense and squeak. The last thing you needed, this late at night, was Loki’s malice in finding out just how ticklish you were. You had been successful in hiding your little weakness thus far, and not wanting to lose it, you cleared your throat and steadied yourself on the counter. Glancing down at the pressure against your sides that held you steady, you saw Loki’s fingers around your waist. He pushed you up to the counter again, his hands leaving your sides only for a moment. With a flex of his fingers, the glass below you gathered itself into a neat little pile at the base of the kitchen island, some shards of glass swishing out from under Loki’s boot. Catching your breath seemed to be the most challenging part, as you fumbled with yourself, scrambling to get down. Loki placed his hands on your waist, waiting until your feet had been firmly planted on the ground before cautiously taking his fingers from you. He looked nervous for a second which was odd considering the tricker’s standard façade, but his face quickly shifted into a face of “I told you so.” 

The heat that crept up to your cheeks was answer enough for him, but nonetheless, you cast your gaze down and glanced to the sparkling pile of busted mug. “Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“Maybe we ought to get some guard rails for the counter if you insist on climbing them every time you want something to drink,” Loki stepped away and crossed his arms, a small smile playing at his lips. “You’re as stubborn as a mule.” Before you could answer, Loki spread his fingers and cradled them upwards. The glass seemed to respond to his movements. With a flash of green light, the shards of glass blew into what looked to be a miniature tornado, connecting with their counterparts and forming the crimson-colored mug once again. 

You laughed at the magic, watching how the mug seemed to just make itself whole again. You leaned down and picked it up and pursed your lips into a tight smile. “You couldn’t have just done that in the first place?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, who just saved you from your own demise?” Loki pointed out and crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow. 

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, leaning back against the counter. The mug felt cool in your hands and still had the faint green atmosphere from Loki’s magic. Part of you wondered if it was still safe to drink out of, but you knew that Loki wouldn’t do something that screwy to you. The worst he had ever done was trip you, and that was only ever during training. You rubbed your finger along the outside of the mug, trying to feel for any rough edges or loose pieces, but everything felt the same again. Not only were you impressed, but you were also comforted.  He had gone out of his way to fix the mug for you. Compared to the way you felt in the meeting room, it was a nice change of pace. 

Loki jerked his head to the side and tilted it a bit, looking curiously at you, half trying to get your attention. He could tell that your mind was somewhere else, and it had been for the entire day. Between you moping at breakfast and retreating off to your room for most of the day, it left Loki feeling a little lost. Surely, he hadn’t done anything to affect you. Then again, it could have been the spat that he had with Agent Romanoff this morning. He had called you her pet …maybe you were upset about that? Loki squinted his eyes and watched as your fingers traced the trim of the cup. Or… perhaps you were nervous about having him and Thor be your mentors. However, the longer that Loki watched you and watched your subtle expressions change, the less he could seem to figure out where your head was. “You’re pondering,” Loki said.

Your eyes snapped to his, suddenly being aware of your surroundings. Being so late, you were lost in a myriad of thoughts. You gave him a meek smile and bit the inside of your lip. “In the meeting this morning….”

Ah. 

“…you sort of implied that you’d be happy to leave this place.”

Oh.

“Was it true?” you asked, watching as his face turned from understanding, to confusion, to guileful smirk in the blink of an eye. You immediately started to panic. “N-not that I’d like…want you to stay here but—wait, no, that’s not what I meant, but…like, you became a really cool friend to have here but if you wanted to go, I’d understand and I’d…I don’t know, I guess I would be a little sad,” you rambled and tried to turn your head to hide your face. All the while, he watched you with his eyebrows raised, a small smile decorating his lips. 

For once, Loki decided that it wasn’t the time to tease. Abashed by your stubborn kindness, he pursed his lips into a humble smile and dipped his chin down. His arms crossed, he leaned against the kitchen island behind him and looked up at you. “I have no plans to leave. You can cease your worrying.” 

Feeling a little relieved, you nodded and placed the cup down on the counter, pushing it back a little as to make sure it didn’t fall. “How come you’re up? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

He chuckled. “I’m a God, dear. If anything, I should be asking you that.”

You shrugged. “My head’s a bit busy right now.” 

His eyebrows fell and he tilted his head a bit. “Can I ask what for?”

“Well,” you deliberated with yourself about telling him why you had been hidden the entire day. As embarrassing as it may have been, the truth was that you had been holed up in your room all day, desperately searching for videos on knives and swords and how people use them. “I was doing some research.”

“About?” 

Great. You sighed. “I’ll be honest, I know jack about knives. I know even less about swords, and I’m supposed to sword-train with two Gods tomorrow?”

“In that case, you should be grateful. You’ll have two of the most experienced teachers possible,” Loki stated matter-of-factly, and he stepped to the side, beginning to walk over to the doorway. “Do get some rest so you’re not unbearable to deal with tomorrow. You do have a tendency to be grouchy in the morning.” Although his body faced away, you could hear the smirk playing at his voice. Without another word, he walked out of the room, leaving you to make your tea. 

When Monday morning finally arrived, it had been more of a relief than anything. The entire night, you had been tossing and turning, desperately trying to get to sleep from the night before. The night had been rough—there was always something bothering you. The blanket made you too hot, but having your foot out made you too cold. The crickets outside your room were too loud, preventing you from falling asleep. The worst of it was your head. Anything that you tried to do to make your swarming thoughts quiet didn’t work. Thus, your night of sleep was constantly in a state of being in and out of consciousness. You were surprised to find that you weren’t as tired as you expected to be, even though the night had been so poor. Even so, your body still felt the effects. 

You pulled the duvet cover off of you and pushed yourself from the bed. The New York fall air made your room chilly, and to your disappointment, it simply made you want to crawl back into bed again. You fought the yearning, and trudged over to your bathroom, glancing in the mirror above the porcelain sink. Your under eyes were dark, giving away the crummy night’s sleep you had. But it was no matter. Today was an important day. 

Giving it some thought, Loki was right. He and his brother both had years, even centuries of training with variable weapons that you wouldn’t have any idea existed. Something about the thought of it excited you. Being trained by two well-fighting Gods felt honorable, even if both of them had a great deal to do with the pranks and the constant low snack supply in the compound. The thought of Thor trying to teach you how to use a sword made you chuckle. God, you hoped that the dummies and punching bags would remain intact throughout the training. It was either that, or Tony and Steve would have your asses for messing up the gym. 

Turning on the water, you splashed some of it in your face before pulling the towel down from its hanger. The cold water was refreshing against your morning skin, and you held the towel to your face a few seconds longer, enjoying the feeling. From where you were, you could see the trees outside through your large bedroom window, displaying a fantastic palette of browns and warm colors. The occasional gust of wind would blow by, shaking the line of trees and ridding them of their weak leaves. In those moments, it felt as if the sky seemed to explode into color. You took a second to walk over to the north side of your room, feeling the air around the panes of the window grow colder. Just as you were about to pull the window open to let some fresh air into your room, a soft knock on your door sounded. You turned around and opened the door to be greeted with Thor’s smiling face and Loki’s classic curious face. Feeling a rush of panic thinking you were late, you looked to the clock. It was only 6:15. 

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Thor said, his smile reaching his eyes. Looking you over, his smile dispersed just a bit, his eyebrows furrowing into slight concern. “Did you sleep well? You look fatigued.” 

You breathily laughed and shook your head. “I’ve had better nights. What’s up, though? I thought we were going to meet in the gym.” 

“My brother and I thought it to be wise to train outside today. It’s cold, so we can work while being comfortable. What do you think?” 

You immediately got excited, having just been at the window, wanting to feel the crisp fall air. “That sounds good to me!” Before waiting for your reply, you left the door open and rushed to your dresser, roughly pulling on the bottom-most handle to pick out something comfortable to wear over your thin shirt. An attire of leggings, a sweatshirt and a tank top were the perfect combination for training outside during this season. As you shoved your hand around the drawer to search for your thickest sweatshirt, you heard Loki mumble to Thor something about knowing that this would be a good plan. You smiled and ripped a teddy bear brown sweatshirt from the bottom of the storage, quickly throwing it over your head. Being that this was Loki’s idea made you feel a little warmed, but you half wondered if he could have meant anything else. Granted, you had only heard him mumble so there was a chance that he was planning something else, though it didn’t seem likely. You raced to get your shoes, slipping them on. However, the left shoe’s collar got caught underneath your heel and you fished your  two fingers underneath it, hopping in place and pulling it out. With a confident smile of satisfaction, you placed your foot on the ground and set your hands on your hips, letting out a short huff of preparedness. “Ready?” 

“After you,” Thor said. Having not stepped into your room, his body hung in the frame of the doorway. With his words, he motioned for you to step out the door and into the hall. 

The compound was remarkably empty today, the sound of your voices and footsteps being the only thing to echo in the hallway. The silence and the fall wind outside were serene as you padded between the two brothers, Loki to your left and Thor to your right. They seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere just as much as you had, your eyes following the outer window of the compound hall. You were the first to break the silence as you all made your way to the training fields entrance. 

“What exactly are we going to be doing?” 

“My, such a rush,” Loki remarked, smirking a bit as his eyes tore from the window and looked in front of him. Even as you went to look at his face, his eyes didn’t meet yours. “You must be awfully excited to be bossed around by two powerful beings, hm?” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, following his example and looking in front of you, feigning stoicism. “I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me,” you said, bumping into his arm a bit accidentally.

“My dear, you make it rashly simple,” he said, his features softening a bit. 

You pushed open the heavy door to the outside, the crisp wind immediately rushing to greet you. As you shoved open the door, the pressure of the compound melded into the outside air. Thor and Loki’s hair both blew past their shoulders, Loki opting to keep his hands in his pocket. You hadn’t yet noticed their clothes, being too excited to see what the day had to bring you. Thor was clad in a military green t-shirt underneath a black sweatshirt and denim jacket, opting to wear jeans. For training, jeans seemed like a weird option, but still, you had yet to know what they had been planning for the day. Loki, never being one for anything less than formal attire, actually went for something more casual as well. He wore jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and a black zip-up over it. 

In the center of the field was a large black metal box that you assumed was storage for the knives. About 10 feet in front of the box was a flat wooden board with a red bullseye target in front of it, about as wide as Thor and as tall as you. The field was coated in a sparkling sheen of frost, the smell of fresh-cut grass wafting into your nose. Although you had yet to actually be instructed to do much, you began to have a good idea of what the plan was. Considering the target, it became clear that they intended to have you practice your throwing skills. The black box was also coated in the droplets of morning dew, the condensation clouding around the handles and locks of the weapon box. At first, your hand slipped from the handle of the box, but you successfully pushed it open, the hinges squealing as the metal cranked loose. Inside the box were knives upon knives, strapped into padded holders. You could only assume that the engraved Stark logo on the blades automatically made them expensive. Gingerly, as to not touch the sharpened blades, you took a small switchblade in your hand, turning it over in your fingers. 

Loki trailed up behind you, his head tilting down to look at your hand. “I presume that what you said to me last night still holds true,” he half-asked. You looked at him for clarification. “Your knowledge of melee weapons…?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Still bad.” 

“Then we start at the basics,” Thor said, slapping a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Do you know how to hold a knife?”

You glanced at your right hand where the blade sat. Gripping it around the handle as tight as you could, you made a sheepish show of your grip and laughed. “I don’t think I’m doing it right,” you confessed. 

“No,” Loki stated. He took the knife from the palm of your hand, holding the handle of the blade between his thumb and first two fingers, turning it, and analyzing it. Holding it out to you, he pointed with his other hand to where the knife was carved into the handle. “What is this called? And please refrain from guessing. If you get it right, you learn relatively nothing.”

You shook your head. “I would have guessed but…” 

He chuckled and placed the knife back into its padded enclosure in the box. He looked at you with his brows furrowed, then turned his head to Thor. “Alright, so then we start from the beginning.” 

“Okay, okay, I think I’ve got it,” you said confidently, your eyes glossing over the sword in Thor’s hands. It had taken you very little time to have the vocabulary of the knives down pat, so instead, you had switched over to a long sword. The swords had more unfamiliar language and weren’t necessarily as straightforward as the knives. For example, the handle of a knife was just that — a handle. However, what you’d think to be the handle on a sword, was actually called a hilt. Inside the hilt was the grip (which was easy to remember), and at the top of the grip where the sword formed a little ball was called the pommel. The pommel was designed to prevent the sword slipping from your hand, a fact that Thor had pointed out several times by now. Trailing your finger up the flat edge of the weapon, you named each part as you traced over it. “Pommel, grip…the…cross guard?” You looked up at them for confirmation. Loki nodded, signaling you to continue. “Um, the rain guard—”

“Which is also called?” Thor challenged.

“The…chappe.” You attempted. When Thor smiled and nodded, you continued. “The fuller, the edge obviously, um…this is the central spine,” 

“Central ridge,” Loki corrected, watching you with his arms crossed. 

You nodded. “Right, the central ridge. And then the point.”

“Where do you sheath your weapon?” Loki asked. 

“The…locket?” 

“You’re close,” Thor encouraged from beside you. “The locket is part of the scabbard,” Thor grimaced and looked down at the sword in his hands, then back up his brother. “I suppose I just gave her the answer, didn’t I?”

“That, you did, brother.”

You nudged Thor with your shoulder and chuckled, crossing your arms in front of you. “I would have gotten it anyway,” you teased.

“Yes, indeed,” Thor said with a smile. From where he stood, he looked to Loki, then to the flimsy board a few feet in front of him. Something negative crossed his face, as if he were sizing the board up. To be honest, learning how to throw knives was only in the second half of both of their trainings. Defense always came before offense in the art of battle, so learning how to throw knives, perhaps should have come later in training. However, being as human life was so short, he noticed that people on Earth tended to need to learn fast. They quite literally needed to learn as much as humanly possible. He turned to Loki with a thoughtful look. 

Loki, seeming to get the hint by just Thor’s glance, inhaled and tilted his head up. “Perhaps we should shift our focus to the more physical aspects of training,” he smirked, glancing over to the left of you three. Extending from the compound building was black chain-link fencing, enclosing an area of about 50 feet with a flexible latex rubber flooring beneath it. It was the same material they used on the track, only, Tony made this little area a sparring arena of sorts. It was like a little outside gym, though it could only be accessed from the outside. 

“So, we are sparring today,” You grumbled, following the two of them over to the gated rink. The outdoor gym smelled faintly of fresh rubber. Tony must have had this installed relatively recently; you could recall when Sam complained about there not being a sparring area outside. It wasn’t unlike Tony to be making improvements around the compound (what felt like) constantly. You flipped open the metal gate latch and stepped inside. To not dirty the floor, you took your shoes off and threw them off to the side. Before either of the boys stepped in, you side-eyed them. They immediately got the hint and albeit their grumbling, took off their sneakers to step inside. Once they were both fully inside, Loki flipped the gate latch back into place and walked to the opposite end of the space. Thor stayed by the gate, crossing his arms, leaning against the fence. He watched Loki curiously, as if he didn’t know what to expect, though his small smile made you feel less on edge. 

“Before offense, you must learn defense. How much do you know about disarming someone?” Loki asked. 

You bumped your eyebrows and tilted your head. “Plenty, I think. That was one of the first things I learned.”

Loki nodded; his chin tipped high into the air. His eyes didn’t shift from your face as you saw his fingers begin to move in the same sort of way that it had in the kitchen. Almost expecting a pile of leaves to blow in as he did with the glass, you were surprised to find his palm lighting up with the same green energy. As if it came out of thin air, a small green and yellow dagger appeared in his palm as if it had been scanned in from nowhere. The further the small green ring of magic traveled up his hand, the more of the dagger was shown, until finally, the dagger fell effortlessly into his hand. “Show me,” he simply said, taking a slow step towards you.

“W-what? Now?!” You said, immediately falling into your default defensive stance. 

“No better time than the present, love. Wouldn’t you agree?” Loki said, taking another dramatically large step towards you. You responded by ducking out of the way, dodging his body before he could collide with you. You two essentially switched places, stumbling and regaining your footing. You turned around to face him again and dug your feet into the flooring, your arms outstretched in front of you. Your heart rate spiked, and you observed Loki, never once shifting your vision from his body. 

“Marvelous,” he applauded. “And if I step here…” He shifted his footing slightly to his right, the smirk on his face never faltering. He swiftly swung his armed hand towards your torso. It felt as if your instincts took control of your actions, and you mimicked the pattern of his stepping. Placing your heel a little further back, you side stepped and hooked your arm under his outstretched hand. Pinning it down with your bicep, you jumped and hugged your weight into your body, countering Loki’s weight and sending him tumbling over you. The movement had caused some looseness in his grip, and you reached out to grab the blade just before he hit the ground. Loki somersaulted and climbed right back up onto his feet, turning his body to look back at you. “Very good. Though your footing can use a bit of work,” 

“Says the man who just got thrown!” You quipped, smiling in pride. Meanwhile, you both had remained in your defensive positions. If Thor hadn’t been standing in the corner of the room, it would have left you feeling a bit more secure. Of course, with someone’s eyes on you the entire time, it made you a little more tense than you would have been.

 Loki stood up straight for a second and squinted at you. You had learned once before to never let your guard down, that this is the way that Loki would throw people off. He had this charming aura about him that made it easy to trust, so it made people around him comfortable whenever he looked comfortable. Even so, with his comfort came the looming opportunity of mischief. Straightening your back a bit as to fix your postured defense, you watched him for anything that you could have lurked behind him. Or behind you. Loki’s clones were the least of your concerns. They couldn’t touch you, so your main priority was making sure the real Loki stayed in sight. You were tough, but the anticipation he left you within your sparring sessions was enough to shake anyone. For a moment, you started to think he was going to clone, so your eyes stayed glued on him. You waited patiently for any little flicker that could have given himself away, but it never came. 

Just before you were about to taunt Loki for being a chicken, you felt a soft, cold presence slithering up the length of your left leg. Holding the knife out, you screamed and shook your leg, a fattened python climbing up you. Loki took this opportunity to lunge for the knife you held in your hand but being startled by both the snake and Loki’s sporadic movements, you slammed the butt of the knife into his ribs, an honest and automatic reaction. Then and there, you dropped the knife and gasped, watching as Loki doubled over. It wasn’t a terribly hard hit, but it was sure to knock the wind out of someone if they had been in the right spot. He groaned and grunted in pain. Just as you were beginning to get really concerned, worry, he put his hand on your shoulder. 

“L-Loki, I am so sorry! Are you okay?” You asked, reaching down to see the damage that had been done. You glanced up to Thor as his brother scrunched into pain but…Thor had no reaction. The same way that he had come in with his curious smile, the same way he still wore that smirk. When he finally made eye contact with you, he pulled the corners of his lips down, furrowed his brow, and nodded a bit, telling you that he thought Loki was fine. Fear rippled up through you as you felt how angry he must have been with you after inflicting such damage. 

Still concerned, you casted your gaze back onto Loki but found yourself greeted by his gaze. You suppressed a gasp as his leg rapidly hooked under yours. Loki used your lack of balance to aid him, and he pushed down on your shoulder, knocking you to the floor with a thud. Your back hitting the floor as hard and fast as it did left you a little breathless as the cool dampness of the floor radiated through your clothes. All the while, his hand stayed on top of your shoulder. You gripped his wrist and tried to reach for the knife, but Loki shifted his boot and kicked it away. You curled into yourself, attempting to go for the knife again, but Loki swung his leg around your torso, pinning you in place. There was a moment where you thought you would have been able to reach it, but in an attempt to push your hand out of the way, Loki’s left hand fell on your shoulder blades, his fingers just skimming your underarm. You slammed your arm down to your side and curling further in on yourself. 

Loki was startled by your reaction and pulled back his hands from your body after determining that you genuinely weren’t able to reach the knife. Replaying the moment in his mind again, he found nothing that he could have possibly done to hurt you. Only when he leaned on you did you make any sudden movements. Could it have maybe been just where he leaned on you or how he — oh. 

Hm. 

You had had this same sort of reaction in the kitchen the previous night. His hand had connected with your side, although at the time, he had been trying to save you. How peculiar your reaction to his touch was. So much so, that it sparked an idea. As you did your best to push his legs off of you, Loki placed his hand where it had been before, curling his fingers slightly into your curled-up form, watching you with intent. You cursed yourself when you reacted the same way, twitching away from his touch. Slowly, his features morphed into a devious grin, and you felt your stomach drop.

Great, you thought, your heart beating a little faster. My life is actually over. 

Loki eyed your squirming from under him, and he stepped off of you, his eyes never once leaving you. You were relatively surprised to find his weight leaving your body. However, when Loki got up and dusted the front of his clothes off, he looked at you with a positively evil grin. Adjusting his jacket, he pursed his lips and whipped his gaze to his brother, squinting a bit. “How much attention were you just paying there?” He asked him.

“I’d say a fair amount,” Thor nodded. “Why do you ask?” 

Loki glanced at you for just a moment, before looking back to his brother. He curled his hand into an open fist and glanced at his nails. “Well, I can’t just let her get away with hitting me, now can I? Some actions do require consequences,” In that moment, Loki locked eyes with you. Stuttering, you shoved your palms into the ground and did your best to back up, but Loki stepped to both sides of you on particularly baggy parts of your sweatshirt, preventing you from moving. “I assume you’re on the same page as I am.” Nerves bubbled in your stomach as you desperately tried to pull the trapped fabric from underneath Loki’s heels. He shot you an unbothered glance. 

“You’re not one to ask for assistance, Loki,” Thor commented. 

“I realize that, but I have a way to help our dear agent with her memorization…and it requires two people,” Loki’s face fell into a deep grin that sent shivers up your spine. 

All the while, you babbled on the ground. If your preemptive giggling hadn’t been causing your body to weaken, you would have been able to fight off the weight of Loki's body. “Wahait, wait wait wait,” you stumbled, pulling your knees up to your body and holding your hands out in front of you. “Why don’t I have a say in this? I’ve already got the parts down pat! I promise!” 

“Brother, if you would be so kind,” Loki offered you up, ignoring your pleas below him. 

In response, Thor looked down at you, a wash of sympathy coating his face before morphing. Morphing into something devious, as if he had taken a page right out of the God of Mischief’s book. No, no, this was something different. This was the look of brothers. And Gods was that thought terrifying. 

“With pleasure,” Thor smiled. 

Thor took immediate action and walked behind where Loki stood, where your head laid on the floor. “Thor, no, I’m serious,” You rambled, swatting at him as he kneeled down to you. Unlike Loki’s smile, Thor’s devious grin didn’t look nearly as devious. Instead, it looked calm, cool and collected, which was somehow even more terrifying. Simply by the look in his eyes, you could tell that he would enjoy this and not to even mention his brother. Continuing to swat at him, he caught your left wrist in his right hand, and your right wrist in his left hand. Loki corresponded to his movements and stepped off of your sweatshirt as they worked like a seamless engine. Thor tugged you up and you grunted and strained against his strength, coming out fruitless. He tugged you close to him and forced you to sit up against his chest, your arms crossed in front of you and locked in Thor’s grip. It felt like a terribly exposing position, even though you still had some sort of protection with your arms crossing over it. 

“Are you seriously laughing already? I haven’t even started,” Loki stepped over you, squatting and planting himself on your legs just above your knees. “Scared yet, darling?”

“Noho!” you yelled, shaking your head, and pulling your arms against Thor’s grip. Turning your head to the side, you caught a glimpse at just how big Thor’s hands were compared to yours. His entire hand easily enveloped your own, and you half wondered if you had any chance at all against them. Yeah, fat chance. 

“Name the parts of the blade of the sword,” Loki demanded and rested his fingers at the base of your hips. “Five…four…”

“Wait, wait, stop! Hold on! I can it’s the rain guard—” 

“Three…two…” 

“The fuller! The ehehehdge—ahaha! LOKI!” You screamed, being cut off by Loki roughly pinching his fingers into your waist, digging his fingers to prevent the thick fabric from getting in the way. Giggles sparkled up from the base of your stomach and you thrashed against Thor. His grip never gave way, never even tightened. He was easily holding you there as if he wasn’t doing anything at all. He switched from pinching into your sides to vibrating the tips of his fingers into your ribs. You choked out a laugh and renewed your strength, fighting just a bit harder, kicking your legs as much as you could with Loki’s weight on you. “LOHOKIHIHI PLEHEHEASE!” 

“I never said we were done, dear,” Loki mentioned, slowing his fingers for just a second. He took to poking your ribs up and down, repeating his cycle. “Finish what you started.”

“Ahaha! The- the edge. The uhuh… the AHAHAHA NOHOHO!” You burst as Loki wrapped his fingers around your hips, twitching and digging them into the soft hollows of your hips bones.  

“How marvelous, love, that I’m able to get you to look like that with just some wiggling fingers,” Loki teased. “I’ll warn you: each time you hesitate or say something wrong, you’re subject to at least three seconds of punishment. That’s actually quite a good way to jog your memory, wouldn’t you agree? It’s like…motivation. Now, where were we? Right, you might as well start from the top since I’ve interrupted you so many times.”

“Oh my god, Loki! You are insufferable!” You yelled. 

“Forgive me, but I don’t believe you’re in much of a position to be making threats, are you?” Loki asserted, digging his fingers into your ribs just a bit harder. “Continue, before I decide for you.” 

“The rain guard, the fuller, the edge, the central ridge and the point,” You scrambled to say. You were honestly kind of surprised at yourself for being able to spit them out so fast. Your once frantic laughter slowly died down to breathy giggles as Loki took his hands from you, marveling at the mess you had become. Your sides and ribs still tingled with the anticipation of Loki’s next attack, and you pulled against Thor’s hands again, still yielding no result. 

“Och, that’s a shame, young (Y/N),” Thor chimed behind you, loosening his grip on your wrists, but not quite letting go. “You did miss one place.”

Your heart sank. “W-what? You guys didn’t teach me about any others!” 

Loki flexed his fingers, sending a rush of green sparkled air to propel the knife that you had dropped forward. Leaning over to his left, he grabbed it and brought it up to your vision. His finger ran along the curvature of the handle where it formed into the blade of the knife – the same area that he asked you about before at the beginning of the day. The boost of confidence that you were briefly given had faded, now left with that mocking grin. 

“For your information, it’s called the Ricasso. Really, I’m rather disappointed,” Loki said, turning the knife slowly in his hand. He tossed it off to his left and shot his hands to your stomach, splaying his fingers out and digging them into the fabric. You laughed of course, but Loki wasn’t satisfied with your reaction. Without a word, he slipped his fingers underneath your sweatshirt, your tank top providing you an atrocious amount of defense. You positively exploded into squealing laughter and bucked as much as you could under his weight. He kept his fingers in the same wide position, and since he was so close to your skin, he barely had to move his fingers at all to drive you mad. 

“IHIHI…AHAH I DIDN’T KNOW THAHAHAT!” you yelped. The twitching and scrambling of his finger tips were driving you up a wall, and you were sure that if you didn’t get  a break soon, it would be rough. 

“You never asked!” The brothers mocked at the same time. They both looked proudly at each other as you crumbled down further and further to the ground. There were a few times when Thor would hoist you back up again but finding that you insisted being on the ground, he let go of your hands, letting you crumble off to the side. Your hands went to grab at Loki’s fingers underneath your sweatshirt, but Thor’s large hand clawed into your not exposed ribs, his middle fingers and pointer fingers digging in a little to your armpit. You lurched forward and slammed your biceps down to your sides, wheezing out a new bout of desperate laughter. They were a team, if you had ever seen one. 

Thor wiggled his fingers up and down your sides, occasionally digging them between the spaces to make you scream. Loki on the other hand had taken a gamble to see if the muscles on your knees were ticklish, and he had bet on the right cards. You kicked and screamed and giggled and pleaded, but they seemed unrelenting, as if they truly enjoyed this torture. 

Or, maybe you really didn’t mind all that much. Despite the fact you were getting tickled to bits, it wasn’t an experience you had normally been able to have with your colleagues at the compound. While get-togethers were common, it was uncommon to see much of anything physical unless you were training. This, however, this didn’t feel like training much anymore. This felt close. Fun, even. When was the last time you had laughed like this? 

“Thor,” Loki inquired. “Do you remember a certain trick you were able to perform when we were younger?” Through your tears of mirth, you could see Loki’s eyes slowly form into a squint. 

“I believe I know what you may be talking about,” Thor said, slowing his tickling hands to look at you. You were an absolute mess. Part of your sweatshirt (mostly through Loki’s fault) had hooked itself underneath your leggings, and your hair was a mess. You greedily took in large gasps of air, and though you looked utterly disheveled, it was a good change of pace to see the smile on your face. Along with that, it also helped Thor feel a bit less guilty for what he was about to do. “Would you like to see?” He asked you. 

You brought your hands up to your eyes, wiping away tears with your sleeves. The coolness of the outside air made your tears sting your face but felt good in your chest when you were trying to catch your breath. You took your sleeves away from your face and turned your head to look at Thor. He outstretched his hands and as an automatic reaction, you flinched away. “I don’t know. Is it going to tickle?” 

Loki smirked. “Just watch.”

You pursed your lips and cast your gaze down to Thor’s palm. As if on cue, the atmosphere around his palm began to glow with an electric yellow hue. From what it looked like, he had a small orb of light spiraling in the center of his palm, continuing to grow in light and size. Soon, the orb became a small spark, jumping throughout Thor’s fingers and dashing around his wrist. The spark resembled an animal in some sort of way, darting around Thor’s hand before eventually fizzling out on his hand. While you were distracted with the light show Thor had presented you with, Loki had been making plans. 

Loki gripped your knees and pulled straight down, your upper body hitting the floor with force. You gasped. “No, no, no, we’re not doing this again!” 

“Trust me love,” Loki remarked with a wink. “You’ll want to be laying down.” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, the nerves picking back up again. You looked up to Thor and he took your wrist in his hand. 

Holy hell, was it torture. 

The same electric sparks that danced around his hand formed themselves once again in a glorious display in Thor’s palm. Only now, the little sparks danced down the sleeve of your shirt, bouncing and dancing down your arms, and fizzling themselves out in random places on your ribs and underarms. You yanked your hand from Thor and curled in on yourself, trying to bat the weird sparks away from you. If you didn’t know better, you could have assumed that they were alive from the way they avoided your swatting. The bouncing felt strangely close to being poked, but as if the zapping feeling of being tickled was doubled. However, the bouncing you could handle; it was the sparks fizzling out that got you. Each time one of the sparks would die out, they’d dissolve into tinier, faster moving sparks, each of them nuzzling into your skin before fading out. You were left a sniveling mess.

“Well, I can’t let my brother have all the fun, now can I?” Loki mentioned, and sat himself on top of your ankles. As if things couldn’t get any worse for you, when you had taken off your shoes to enter the training area, it left you in a position of complete exposure.

“NAHAHA LOKIHI DOHOHON’T!” You pleaded.

“I don’t take requests from agents who hit me. You do remember that, right?” Loki said, his eyes turning into a squint. “I’m not finished yet, love.” Loki took to using his blunt fingernails to drag up and down the bottoms of your socked foot. Occasionally, he would worm his fingers under your toes, watching in delight how you screamed and thrashed.

Your laughter had become silent, and Thor swiftly withdrew his strange power from you. “It seems we’ve broken our dear friend.”

Loki looked back at you, the smile from his lips never fading. He finally stepped off of you, smoothing out his jacket in front of him. “It seems the case,” he said, marveling in his work.

“I must admit, you took that like a champ!” Thor congratulated with a wide smile. 

He held out his hand for you to take, but you held up your hand and decided his offer with a small nod of thanks. The floor felt cool against your back still, even though you had been lying in the same position for what felt like hours. Your chest heaved up and down and you coughed, turning onto your side and pushing yourself off the ground. “I am so flattered,” You chuckled sarcastically, your exhausted breath-catching your words. 

“Surely you didn’t think you could hide that little secret long from me,” Loki said, placing his hands on his hips. “Recall our little escapade in the kitchen?”

You turned your head away to avoid him seeing your blush. You had a feeling that he had caught you in that moment, but not wanting to risk it, of course you wouldn’t say anything. Between that and getting tickled by the God of Mischief, you’d take your chances. 

“That reminds me,” Thor commented, walking over to small mini-fridge in the corner of the area that held water bottles. He grabbed three, throwing one over to you and Loki each. “Do you know what you’ll be wearing to the fundraiser, (Y/N)?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked. You went over the details in your head, and you recalled that you had zoned out during the debrief just as Steve was beginning to talk about the fundraiser. “Oh God, don’t tell me it’s formal.”

“It is,” Thor said.

“Were you not even listening?” Loki commented, giving your side a little poke. You jumped away from him and let out an involuntary squeak, your face getting hot. You shoved him and he chuckled. “It’s apparently a ballroom theme.” Loki’s nose turned up to the thought. “Even on Asgard, I never was one for these parties.”

“I intend on asking Agent Romanoff to dance,” Thor said with a sly smile, bumping his eyebrows at Loki. 

Loki in turn, rolled his eyes and jeered at Thor. Though, his eyes turned to you in the waning moments of his taunt, he could see the lost, thoughtful look in your eye. He wondered for a moment if you had ever been to a dance or something formal. Was there a possibility that you didn’t know how to dance? It wasn’t terribly uncommon, of course, but being someone who always enjoyed getting up and putting themselves out there, it would be a little shocking. But the thought of you in a dress didn’t seem too unfamiliar. The thought of you in a dress…dancing, swaying to the music, pressed up against his chest, he’d – no, no. 

Loki shooed the thought from his mind, watching you as you emphatically spoke to Thor, your smile wider than he had seen it in a while. Group training was scheduled every Monday, Loki recalled. Group training with you…and Thor, of course. 

But thank God it’s Monday. 

[shoutogepi]

Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

   ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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[thisissirius]

for @capseycartwright who posted the best text post and this is what happened lol. oops. 

how bad it hurts (how good it heals) [ao3 link] eddie/buck, post-next ep spec, softness

A sharp burst of pain brings Eddie out of his doze.

It’s been hard to sleep now he’s home from the hopistal. The house is quiet, especially with Chris spending the night with his cousins. Adriana and Sophia are still in town, courtesy of his shooting, but he’s grateful to have the break from parenting. It feels like a shitty thing to think, but he’s still struggling to remember he’s alive, that he didn’t die on tarmac and bleed out.

Fuck. Letting out a shaky breath, Eddie fumbles for his phone. He shoves down the guilt at being so needy, at wanting. Buck’s promise rings in his head.

“Call me, okay? Any time, for any reason. I wanna make sure you’re doing okay.”

Eddie’s still so far from okay he doesn’t know what to do with it.

Dialling Buck’s number one-handed, Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, arm still curved in the stupid sling to protect his shoulder from further harm. Eddie can’t decide if he wants to laugh or cry; shot twice in the same place, what are the fucking odds? Now he’s got months of PT and a wonderful diagnosis of maybe full range of motion.

“Hey.” Buck’s voice sounds gravelly and again, Eddie’s angry at himself for needing this. “What do you need?”

Eddie stares down at his bare feet. He lets out a soft noise.

There’s rustling. “Eddie? It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Eddie grits out. “My fucking shoulder hurts, I just wanna sleep, and you went home.”

The last slips out before he can stop it.

“I thought it was best,” Buck says quietly. Eddie can hear shifting in the background. “You’re injured-”

“My shoulder,” Eddie points out. He breathes out and with it goes the anger. “I know I wasn’t in the best place after the shooting, but I just wanted you.”

The memories right after he hit the tarmac drifted like smoke. He can never quite catch them, a hazy recollection, but he knows he upset a lot of people. His family, for obvious reasons. Ana, when he woke up and she was there instead of Buck. His team, his son, Buck. Buck, who held his shoulder together and kept his heart pumping, who kept Eddie on the edge of consciousness and begged, pleaded, threatened him to stay alive.

Eddie does remember seeing Buck for the first time in the hospital; sobbing into the curve of his shoulder, in pain and scared, while Buck whispered promises into his hair.

Since then, it’s like exhaustion seems to have settled on him since. He’s tired of pretending, tired of saying I’m fine when he’s anything but. He’s just tired.

“I’m on my way.” The sound of keys and a door closing. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shakes his head, even though Buck can’t see. “No, I am. I’ve been in a shitty mood.”

Buck doesn’t answer for a moment; there’s the sound of his truck door, some scrapes and fumbling as he’s put into the phone holder, then the truck starting up. “You’re entitled to a dark mood, Eddie. You almost died.”

Eddie closes his eyes as Buck’s breath hitches on the last word. “Doesn’t mean you deserve to have me yelling at you. I don’t like,” he fumbles for what to say, needs to admit to the feelings running through his head. “I don’t like feeling this scared.”

“Eddie,” Buck says, sounding wrecked.

“I thought I was gonna die,” Eddie admits. It’s easier that Buck’s not here, easier to say it to the opposite wall than Buck’s face. “I accepted that I would.”

Another breath hitch.

“I thought I was gonna die,” Eddie says, voice catching, a sob sliding out before he can stop it.

There’s silence. A silence Buck can’t break, that Eddie doesn’t want to. It’s nice to hear the steady in and out of Buck’s breathing, the stick shift, the sounds of the truck. Eddie doesn’t even realise they’ve stopped until the sound of the key in the door.

Hanging up the phone, Eddie drops it on the bed and stands, groaning as pain shoots down his shoulder.

“Eddie?”

“I’m here,” Eddie says, walking out into the living room. Buck’s in the hall, untying his shoes and dropping a bag on the floor beside them. He looks half-asleep, hair tousled and clothes rumpled. Eddie doesn’t feel guilty for it, can’t when Buck straightens up and looks at him with such care and concern. “You’re here.”

“Of course I came,” Buck says. It’s a given; that Eddie calls and he comes. That whatever Eddie needs, he’ll try and give.

Another sob tears its way out of Eddie’s throat and he hates himself for it, how many times is he gonna cry on his best friend, before he’s wrapped up in Buck’s arms.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Buck says quietly, cheek against the top of Eddie’s head. He’s careful not to press too tight, mindful of Eddie’s injuries. It’s more than Eddie can take; he lets it all all go, cries into Buck’s neck. “Ssh, it’s alright. Let it out, Eds, I’ve got you.”

Eventually, he cries himself out. He’s shaking, whether from emotion or tiredness he can’t tell. “I’m so fucking tired.”

“Come on,” Buck says, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

Eddie reluctantly pulls away from Buck. He pauses, looks up into Buck’s face. There’s not much different in height, and Buck kisses his forehead. It’s soft, careful, and Eddie rests a hand on Buck’s hip. “I accepted that I was gonna die.”

“Eddie,” Buck starts, looking vaguely sick.

“But I never accepted that I was leaving you.” Eddie looks at Buck’s shoulder, can’t bring himself to look up. “I couldn’t. I could never,” he sucks in a breath, fights the urge to shut up and let it go. “I came back to you. To Chris, and you.”

Buck’s eyes are wide, shiny and wet, and he swallows. Again, Buck slides his hand around Eddie, cradles him close. “God, Eddie,” his voice sounds hoarse. “I don’t know what I’d do if, if you didn’t.”

Eddie doesn’t either. “I love you, Buck. I swear I,” he sucks in another breath, closes his eyes and rests his forehead on Buck’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Buck says, without hesitation. He kisses Eddie’s temple, his head. “I love you.”

Eddie feels off kilter and yet stable for the first time in months.

Eventually, Buck pulls away again, hands on Eddie’s face, thumbs brushing away the tears that are left. “Let’s get you to bed. See if you can sleep.”

Eddie follows him down the hall, cradling his arm carefully. His chest aches from crying, and it’s definitely not helping his recovery, but it feels better now that he’s done it, now that the words have been said and the world’s still turning. Perhaps there should be more elation, more relief, but Eddie’s still tired, still hurting.

The kitchen floor is cold on Eddie’s bare feet, but he takes the glass of water Buck gives him, then pads after him into the bedroom. “S’not comfortable.”

“I know,” Buck says. He starts to rearrange the pillows and blankets on the bed while Eddie gingerly perches on the edge, grunting. He drifts a little, eyes closed and breathing out slowly through his nose as the flare of pain resides. “There.”

Eddie stands carefully, turns to look. The bed is padded on one side with pillows, the blankets pulled back. It looks inviting, though Eddie’s not sure how it’s supposed to help.

“This way,” Buck says, hand on Eddie’s hip. He helps Eddie clamber onto the bed without jostling his shoulder too much and Eddie looks at the pillows, the stretch of mattress before him. The idea of lying down fills him with dread, and a lingering phantom pain. Buck sits behind him, then moves Eddie gently, shifting them both until they’re stretched out on the bed. Eddie’s flush to Buck’s front, an arm between him and the pillows, careful against his injury. “Better?”

“Yes,” Eddie hisses out, relieved. He turns a little, back to the pillows, and his arm between them. “Fuck, that’s better.”

Buck laughs gently, brushes another kiss to Eddie’s forehead before looking him in the eye. “Good.”

Eddie stares at him, lifts his free hand to brush a thumb against Buck’s bottom lip. “I do love you.”

“I know,” Buck says, face lighting up. He looks happy, comfortable, and Eddie feels something in his chest loosen. Has he really been so unhappy? Ignoring his own feelings for so long, when Buck’s been right here? “Don’t think it.”

“I could have,” Eddie starts.

“We both could have,” Buck says. He leans in, kisses Eddie softly. “Time, people, things. Everything happens, Eddie, but we made it here, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes out. He leans in, face tucked back against Buck. If he turns his head just so, he can hear the steady thump thump of Buck’s heartbeat. “We did.”

Buck whispers something else, something loving and beautiful, but Eddie doesn’t hear it over the lull of Buck’s heart, the steady rise and fall of Buck’s chest beneath his cheek. It wraps around him like a blanket, though, safe and warm and his.

[lokislytherin]

picrew

look ik there’s other stuff i should be doing but i just stumbled upon duckyora’s picrew (link in text) again and hhh. imagination going nuts so have some picrews

1. sammy brisko (sonny brisko but female)

waifu i’m sorry i mean waifu? i mean mommy? excuse me i meant waifu? i mean-

i’m just a sucker for this picrew

2. bloody brisko

we had ponytail sonny in today’s stream:

and i couldn’t resist making ponytail sonny with blood spatters. you know i’m a sucker for blood spatters and boys with long hair, let’s not look at how sonny and sammy have the same outfit + facial features + bangs + hair if you take away the pigtails/ponytail

tbh i should’ve changed the eyes to smth a little more feminine for sammy and changed the kimono for sonny but you know what. it’s my picrew i do what i want! also i think it fits

3. maid sonny

i have no regrets. maid sonny art from touhou luna nights thumbjail was iconic like how do u look so badass in a maid dress?? tskr artist-san for that

also i just realized you can do neckmole but i’m too lazy to change oop so he looks more natural in this! i put neckmole on and i was like ah. this is the true sonny brisko (not maid sonny, just neckmole!!)

4. lunar dusko?

if you’re not already aware lunar dusko is fanmade ‘dark’ version of sonny brisko! you know how our sonnyshine is yellow and bright? well lunar dusko (aka moony) is Darkness his hair is meant to be purple but only blue was available also i’m not sure what he looks like actually LOL

i tried my best! yes he has half a billion ear piercings LMAO 

5. yugo asuma?? but sussy??

there weren’t any headphones HE LOOKS SUS 

like this is cute but i don’t think this is yugo. tbf bloody brisko doesn’t vibe like sonny either but maybe it’s the hair I’M SORRY THIS JUST DOESN’T VIBE LIKE YUGO TO ME

definitely got the ‘gender whomst’ part down tho

6. me!

or at least my preferred perception of myself bc god i wish i could keep bangs like that, bangs haven’t worked for me since i was eight and it’s been ten years also the hairs at the side in front of my ears are not as neat although goddamn i wish they were

also i’m a little tanner than that

7. oc celosia brandt!

the next few are all gonna be ocs from the same universe

celosia got genetically experimented on as a kid so she’s got the ability to control fire now. also the demon eyes + fangs represent how sometimes she loses control and goes so feral she literally becomes another person? came up with her quite a few years ago and i think she’s neat

like all of my oc main characters, she was meant to be based off my own personality but halfway through she deviated so much i didn’t recognize her anymore she’s kinda hyper now i think it’s the fire -> increased heat -> increased kinetic energy -> bouncing off the walls bc it feels like caffeine to her

i think i’ve thrown these ocs out somewhere? like shared them? but i can’t remember if it’s here or wp LMAOOO

8. oc sage carson

their personality is based off my friend (prankster, smug, sleep deprived and hiding the depression) and originally they were meant to be female but halfway through the entire concept of gender just kinda disappeared

they control metal, they’re the runaway biological bastard child of the dude who did all the genetic experimentation on the kids

they and cel become bffs later although they’re not the best of friends at first they’re chaotic besties / chaos creator + enabler now

9. oc lumi gillan

based off another friend of mine! i have her backstory and aesthetic but her personality rn is just “sheltered rich girl, lives in the mountains away from reality” i’m so sorry

if i remember correctly she has ice powers? but she can also have visions and see parts of the future and stuff? after fleshing her out a bit more i’m gonna give her a helluva character arc (but that’s only if i ever get to fleshing her out LOL)

10. oc alena willow

once again, based off an irl friend! kinda? i lost alena’s personality halfway through but she controls earth/plants? idk if she controls the soil, the plants, or the soil by controlling the plant roots

i know for a fact that she’s obsessed with social media and her phone she’s kinda like typical teen caricatures but. my irl friend used to do tiktoks and stuff she tried to drag me in once and i was like NYOOO NEVERRRRR and now i learned to dance on my own for fun. bwl, hip, dingga, dynamite, dumdi dumdi, thunderous, mafia in the morning and now wadada + tomboy go brr

if anyone notices all the identical chokers... it’s a mark of their genetic modification when they were kids ehehe it’s like a tracker or smth

11. oc saffi

saffi my beloved! she got the pointy ears coz she a goddess! she’s a knowledge goddess hence the lil caterpillar (coz bookworm ehehe)

before i thought she’d have children like with greek gods and stuff but she vibes a little too ace for that? maybe i’m projecting? personally i think she’s very pretty and nice and she blesses children with wrinkly brains

originally she was meant to be in the same verse as the trio above but now that i changed the verse a little i’m not sure where she fits in now OOF but i do like her a lot? she vibes a little like a lesbian to me too (haha, saffi -> sappho -> sapphic) which might be affecting that HAHA

now that you’ve seen my four Big OC Girls, will it surprise you to find out that they came from an au that me and my friends created when we were like 11 and obsessed with animal jam? saffi was actually based off lisa the panda, cel came from my in-game bunny (red + dark red fire patterns, fox hat, phantom claws, overall kinda badass i think)... i always ask my friend (sage) if our animal jam bunny identity characters were our fursonas and she always tells me NO. NOT TODAY, SATAN.

12. assassineko

she doesn’t have a name or a story i just know she kills people and she has heterophobia in her eyes

like sure she’s a catgirl but she’s a girlboss and she’ll kick your ass in half a second flat i think she was completely random / self indulgence when i created her sorry im just a helpless bi

if you came here for the sonny brisko and yugo asuma and found a whole bunch of ocs I’M SO SORRY LMAO you got sonny baitko-ed

[emiel-surreal]

my fandoms + likes

I kinda infodump about everything I like and why.

It's a wall of text, so I'll uh--

The Witcher - I hyperfixated on this fandom for a good while, and it was the first time I read and enjoyed reading outside of school. I only haven't finished the second video game, but I don't mind spoilers. I borrow my name from Emiel Regis--maybe one day I'll write about why I love him. I also wrote a poem about Yennefer one night; maybe I can post that one day.

Red Dead Redemption - My current fixation, sorta. I haven't played the first game, although I know more or less what happens. I love playing online, but haven't in a while because my console is in another country and I don't like playing pc much. I haven't indulged in this fandom in a while but I always enjoy reading about or watching videos about it. The Modded Wacky West video is my favorite video to watch over and over. I also love cowboy stuff in general. Kinda aspiring to become a cowboy myself. More on that another time..

I like DC more than Marvel, oops. - some of my favorite characters are The Flash, especially Ezra Miller's and the movie Flashpoint Paradox; Superman, especially Tom Welling's and Superman: Red Son; basically all depictions of Batman but especially Christian Bale's and Robert Pattinson's. I don't dislike Marvel, I just don't get as excited about it most of the time. BUT I LOVE SPIDERMAN I played the hell out of that game.

Ernest Hemingway - I really love his writing, although I fear I'm not qualified to make that declaration because I've only read two of his novels and a few of his short stories. But I loved them all so!! I also love reading about him. I read the novel "Z" by Therese Ann Fowler and the characterization was so interesting. Very good book, definitely recommend. Anyway the two novels of his that I have read so far are The Sun Also Rises and A Farewell To Arms. They both ignited unique passions in me. I think I have a thing for morally reprehensible artists, because I love films by

Woody Allen - I've only watched two of his movies but I loved them both. Whatever Works is actually my favorite movie. I love Larry David and Evan Rachel Wood and Henry Cavill, and the desperate philosophies of Boris Yelnikoff. The other movie of his that I've watched is Midnight in Paris. Both films bring me great comfort.

I also like studying moral philosophy in my free time. Earlier this year I rewatched The Good Place, and then read How To Be Perfect, both by Michael Schur. I promise I've done more reading than just that book, but it is an honorable mention. I love love nihilism.

Language is a special interest of mine, although I am basically monolingual. I'm learning Spanish currently. I've wanted to create a language for a while but I think it's best if I focus my attention on learning this one language, for survival. Once I'm comfortable with my Spanish skills, I might pick up ASL again. I love reading about language and pondering how it interacts with culture.

In middle school I had a special interest in psychology, which has since evolved into a special interest in philosophy. I think this was a survival thing, since I was an undiagnosed autistic and needed something to help me navigate a world of confusion that I only just realized was not compatible with me. (Before then, I was more or less oblivious to mistreatment and unfairness. I was not incredibly observant as a child.)

I am atheist, but I like to study the Bible occasionally. I like Biblical references in literature, sometimes, and I like to read about non-canon books (I hope that's the right way to describe them). I planned to read The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels but I left the book at home and I am currently out of the country, lol. I like watching The Atheist Experience, but haven't done so in a few weeks because I tend not to spend a lot of time online while I'm here. I was never religious, although I did "believe in God" until I was 10 (my dad told me God was fake right after telling me Santa was fake, and it wasn't really a big deal to me then. I just believed him and continued painting.), but I still think I am deconstructing, like I have to be proactive against the many ways Christianity and religion influence my ideology.

I'm currently reading East of Eden, by John Steinbeck! I love it so much! I absolutely plan to post about it when I finish. I take notes for each chapter while I read, which I think is super fun, and also helps because I never had great reading comprehension (partly why I hated reading for school).

I'm also reading, for the fourth time, The Wayhaven Chronicles, by Mishka Jenkins. I don't exactly create OCs for each playthrough. Actually, the first time I play anything, I kinda just go with my gut feeling, so the played character takes after me, intuitively. Each playthrough after that, I've adopted the persona of an existing character. For me, it's easier to tell them apart this way, because the personality is "in the name" if that makes sense? So all the characters I've played as, so far, are taken from the Witcher. So far: Cirilla, Phillipa, and Dandelion/Jaskier.

Anyway I would love to make friends with anyone even if we don't have any fandoms or things in common!!

I think this post is long enough now..! So I'll wrap it up here. Thanks if you actually read all of this?! I hope I'm not breaking any rules :S

[ltleflrt]

I would love some more mean advice, I'm taking notes because this is a goldmine

lol honestly, the advice about not starting a fic with Life Story Infodump or Daily Grind Infodump is the most important thing I can think of. Since nearly all of the times I back out of a fic, it’s because of one of those two things.  Just about everything else I can think of is pretty minor and won’t make me quit reading.  But here’s a few things I think might be helpful just for giving a story some extra shine.

1. Minute detail of a process is rarely necessary.  Gloss over how something works unless the details have something to do with plot. For instance, if Dean is making tacos for dinner, just say Dean gets to work preparing tacos. Don’t talk about warming up the shells, or browning the meat, or slicing the veggies.  Unless it’s plot related. If Dean makes checklists and crosses things off to soothe anxiety, then those details are important, but make it clear that he’s self-soothing.  Or if Cas is allergic to onions, bring up that Dean sauteed them and added them to the meat, because Dean LOVES onions, and it didn’t occur to him to check if Cas has allergies before he started cooking, and they can’t be picked out, and oops the date ends with Dean rushing Cas to the ER, etc.  Otherwise, just say Dean had an hour left till Cas showed up for dinner, so he hurried to prepare all the taco fixings, and it took too little time so now he had to figure out how to occupy himself till the doorbell rang.

(btw, I would LOVE more first date ending up in the ER stories, everyone who reads this is free to adopt that idea lol)

2. Please don’t write an entire story in 1-2 sentence paragraphs.  This is rare, but it’s an almost instant nope out for me.  There’s this one story that I reeeeeally want to read, because it’s right up my alley, and other than the short paragraph issue, it’s well written so I keep trying but getting stuck.  I’m gonna have to copy it into a doc and edit the paragraphs and squish some stuff together to make it legible to my brain.  Like there’s a long stretch in the first chapter where every sentence is its own paragraph, and just.... why.  When you’re putting a paragraph break, there’s a mental pause happening in the reader’s mind.  And too many short paragraphs in a row makes it more like a really long poem rather than a typical story you’d read in a book.  A lot of advice says to not attack your readers with a wall of text (WALL OF TEXT CRITS YOU FOR OVER 9000!!!) and to break things up, but the opposite is also true.  Too many super short paragraphs is like Damage Over Time (THROW MORE DOTS, MORE DOTS!) and either one of those will defeat your reader’s interest.  Short paragraphs are a very useful tool, I use them myself for emphasis, but it can’t be your whole story.  Try to limit it to no more than 3 in a row.  If you’re going past that, take a minute to read those sentences and see if they’re related to each other.  Squish them into a single paragraph if they are.  Varying your paragraph length IS an art form.  Like writing music.  Paragraphs build a cadence, and staccato cannot sustain a whole song.  This can be mitigated by creating long compound sentences though, so keep in mind that the length of the sentence, which should vary, can make a paragraph feel longer, even if it is only 1 or 2 sentences.

(haha she gives advice on how to break up paragraphs while critting you with a wall of text!  good job, Carebear.)

3. The art of breaking up dialogue is just as delicate as the art of paragraph construction.  Too much back and forth without breaking it up with an action or an internal thought can make it confusing who is talking.  The rule of 3 comes in handy here too.  After 3 back and forths, put in something non-dialogue.  So it would go Character A says thing, Character B says Thing, Character A says thing, add some action/internal thoughts.  And just a he/she/they said tag isn’t enough.  IT IS BETTER THAN NOTHING, and depending on the cadence of the conversation it’s the right tool.  But adding some physical movement or a stray thought would be better.  That being said, don’t put too much action/thought between sections of dialogue.  If you put too much info in there, it can make your reader forget that there’s even a conversation going on, and they’ll get to the next piece of dialogue and be like wtf is this pertaining to again? and they’ll have to scroll back to the last line of dialogue to remember what was last said.  Remember, thoughts fly at the speed of light, so if you’re pausing the dialogue for some internal character thought, it’s happening in a matter of seconds, but your reader needs minutes to read and parse what’s going on.  Again, rule of 3, try not to do more than 3 paragraphs between dialogues.  And if you’re still not sure, or you feel like you need more so you keep going, read out loud from the last dialogue through the next dialogue and it’ll give you an idea of just how much time is physically passing for your readers, and you’ll start to feel the true size of things.

(WRITE ALL THAT STUFF DOWN THO.  If you need to get it out, then by all means, get it out.  It’s your first draft, and it’s important for YOU, even if a lot of it isn’t important for the reader.  Trim it in the edit. FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, TRIM IT IN THE EDIT.)

(And the rule of 3 is a guideline, not a rule.  It’s just a good measuring tool that you can use until you’re comfortable enough to eyeball things on your own.)

Anyway, those are the only things that come to mind while I’m calm and not in a frothing rage over writing errors that are not mine to correct.  I feel like a huge asshole for vague-bitching about other people’s writing, and I profusely apologize for anyone’s hurt feelings if they read this advice and realize this might apply to something they’ve done.  PLEASE KEEP WRITING, DON’T LET MY WHINGING DISCOURAGE YOU, I LOVE YOU.

[paraster]

NTWEWY Live Thoughts (Part 1)

Spoilers ahead.

This post chronicles random thoughts I had from Day 3 through the intro of Week 2, Day 1.

I can't figure out how to get the early purchase bonus. :(

Kanon still strikes me as the most trustworthy of the team leaders, but I don't ENTIRELY trust her.

How is it that Nagi manages to be EVEN MORE overdramatic than I expected?

I like the visual effects after traveling back in time.

"Shoot, this is before the tutorial" lol

"Crater's Kiss." I love the pin names.

Be honest about your cool powers, Rindo.

There's something humorously appropriate about Nagi's introduction using a song from the TWEWY anime.

I friggin' love Nagi

...did Fret seriously say "And I oop"???

Oh God, she IS in love with Minamimoto

Gee, I wonder kind of birds those are

..."bring you out of hiding"? I'm calling it, he's talking about Tsugumi. (Hindsight: Probably Neku instead)

I love the look of the Dive battles.

Well, there goes my theory that Nagi is Swallow.

I think this "give out a bunch of pins" plan might have something to do with the apocalypse.

I'm embarrassed I didn't think about Susukichi lying about his points offer.

Of course a classic TWEWY song plays when Kariya shows up.

Took you a while to catch on to Swallow's weirdness, Rindo.

Hi maybe-Neku-maybe-Beat

If it weren't for the final trailer, I might assume Motoi was somewhat trustworthy

Rindo's mask was one thing, but the Peroxidolls seriously sound like they were DIRECTLY inspired by the pandemic.

This "true gold pig" plot is going on a bit too long for my tastes.

How did you guys just FORGET Ryoji selling the plush pigs?!

TIN PIN WAS MENTIONED

Okay, that DRS boss was HELLISH (can't tell how much of that was my fault...).

Minamimoto saw the swallows too...

Minamimoto having purple Noise aura is the least surprising thing to happen thus far.

I really like this game's sound design.

Hey, maybe-777. Thank you to the anime for explaining why he's (probably) back.

Scramble Slam is surprisingly engaging.

I'm thinking the Ruinbringers keeping people trapped is also part of the apocalypse plans.

Didn't think the team learning about Replay would be so casual...kinda liked that.

Am I imagining things, or did Minamimoto switch from frowning to smiling in his start-of-battle portrait?

Udagawa, eh?

CAT on hiatus? Alarm bells. Someone trying to carry on his legacy? :) ...wait, is that the achievement graffiti on the wall?

I love the recurring bit of Fret and Nagi arguing while Rindo is lost in thought.

"Try to keep it to a single speech bubble." PFFT

...am I imaging things, or does cap-person (maybe Swallow?) look a bit like Rhyme?

Of course the week's final boss is at an underpass

Oh, the "Replay" text didn't appear before now because it hadn't been named yet. Cute.

Uhhhhh, Minamimoto, your voice...

Susukichi boss was more fun than I expected.

Reversi jokes vs math jokes. God.

I THINK that sounds like Neku's voice...

Oh SCREW YOU, Shiba

Shiba is absolutely gonna use fire attacks as a boss

Screw you too, Minamimoto. (Though I kinda expected something like this.)

HI TSUGUMI WANT TO EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON?

Fret did another meme

[headoverhiddles]

Like A Heretic - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You know Manson from one (1) party, yet he feels the need to drunk text you his obscene propositions at 2 am on a Wednesday? 

Notes: What?? I wrote a fluff fic?? Yea, it’s been known to happen. Shhh. Pale Emperor era. Also, this one is gender neutral, reader can be any gender! 

You collapse into the plush of your down comforter, feeling the fluffy feathers sink beneath you. Smiling to yourself, you clear the day away in your brain, bulldozing over every worry, publicity problem, or stressed manager that could be dealt with the next day. For now, you’re in your bed, and nothing can come between you and a peaceful night’s sleep. 

You cuddle into your pillow. The feeling you’ve got right now is comparable to a the perfect orgasm-- you never want to leave this bed. Your mind starts to drift, and you picture yourself on a beach somewhere, where no one can reach you. No one... no one... except that bee buzzing in your ear.

Groggily, you open your eyes. That’s not a bee. It’s your phone. 

Dammit, why didn’t you put it on silent? You go to turn it off properly, but the text on your screen makes you hesitate. You blink a few times, squinting through the dark at your phone. Were you reading that right?!

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret 

“What the fuck?” you mumble out loud, and sigh, turning on your bedside lamp. Manson? What... oh. Oh, yeah. About two months ago, you had attended a music awards event in New York, and had met a few new people. One of them had been Marilyn Manson. He had been a lot more down to earth than you had imagined he would be, and the two of you hit it off pretty well. 

It struck you as interesting as well, but he had followed you around that night like a lost puppy. He always wanted to be around you, and it had been him who had suggested you exchange numbers, maybe hang out, go see a movie or something. You had excitedly given him your number, but didn’t think much would come of it. He probably got lots of people’s numbers, then forgot about them the next week. 

So why was he texting you at... 2:13 in the morning?! You stare at the same text again. 

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret

You bite your lip, and type out a quick text back.

(y/n): Shoot.

His reply is almost immediate. 

Manson: I wanted to say when I saw you and we hung out at radio city last month you were cute really sexy n beautiful ad I miss you :( :(

You blush a little bit, but type back a cautious text. 

(y/n): You feeling alright? 

Before you can hit send though, another text from him comes in.

Manson: If you think I am drunk and handsome you are correct, i’m both

You giggle a little, and sit up fully. Manson’s drunk texting you, telling you you’re cute? This couldn’t get any crazier if you made it up. 

Manson: Do you know what sexting is? 

You raise your eyebrows. 

(y/n): I’m familiar with it, yes. 

You bite your lip. Should you add a winky face? Before you can, he writes back. 

Manson: what if i told you I wanted to lick your body ad probably do butt stuff with you too? 

You feel yourself heat up even more, and you don’t know whether to laugh or get aroused. 

(y/n): You fucking with me, Manson?

Manson: I would like to fuck you, yes. 

(y/n): So... tell me more, then. What else would you do to me?

Manson: Id cum on your chest

Manson: oops was that too far?

(y/n): No... go on.  

Manson: maybe on your face then if you want that, I wanna be respectful 

Manson: I’d also punish your sex hole. i’m really good at that

(y/n): You sound like a porn bot lol 

Manson: dirty old man in your area looking for hot singles <3 that looks like a pointy dick

You giggle, and are about to sign off so you can sleep for real, but he texts again with something that makes you pause. 

Manson: Wanna cum over? 

You stare at the text, waiting to see if he’ll write again. You wait, and wait. Nothing else is coming in. You type out a few possible responses. Then you finally hit send on your last one, biting your lip. 

(y/n): What’s your address?  

Shit. Shit shit! What are you doing? Looking back at your bed though, you can’t deny you feel a thrill. This is the shit you moved here to LA to do. 

---

Pulling up to Manson’s address, the place is just like him-- not what you were expecting. It’s a dark apartment above a liquor store, with black out curtains covering the window. You walk over to the stairs, and catch the door when someone walks out. Heading inside, you look down at your phone, and find his number. Apartment 15. 

You knock softly, and wait. When he doesn’t come to the door, you shoot him off another text. 

(y/n): I’m at your door, don’t leave me hanging or I’ll leave you with a hard on

He doesn’t respond, and you hear a moan inside. You frown, and try the door handle-- it’s open. You walk in, forgetting momentarily where you are, and see that the place is a relative mess. Piles high of books, records and movies are stacked along the walls, and there’s like, one dying plant by the darkened window. It’s laughable to assume the poor thing gets any sun, which is also a statement that could be applied to the rock star you’d come to sleep with. 

A bunch of album artwork for his new record, the Pale Emperor, is laid out on his table as well. You take a quick glance at it, before dropping your jacket. 

“Hey,” you call out, “I’m taking my top off! You’re gonna miss it if you don’t come find me!” You hear the moan again, and walk down the hallway. “Oh, fuck.” 

“’M alright...” He’s on the floor, in a puddle, four small cats surrounding him. One rusty colored one is lapping from the puddle. Was this a Jimmi Hendrix situation???

“Please don’t tell me that’s piss,” you mutter, “Cause I am not cleaning that up.”  

One of his four cats meows loudly. Manson just laughs. “It’s vodka. I slipped and broke the bottle.” 

“That I can clean up,” you nod, but first, you help him to his feet. He wobbles a little, and falls into you. Pinned against the wall, his lips are inches from yours... until his head thumps beside yours, lips pressed into your neck. He’s so fucking gone. You look around, and spot the washroom down the hall the other way. You help him slowly, and he keeps talking the whole way.   

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, “My brain camera remembered you were hot but I didn’t remember you being this hot... mmhm...”

“You still down to fuck me?” you tease, helping him sit on the edge of his bathtub. His eyes widen a bit as he licks his lips and points a swaying finger. 

“Baby I was born ready to fuck. I came out of the womb with an erection.”

You cringe. “That’s... a very disturbing mental image.” 

“You know what else is disturbing? My DICK.” He frowns a little, nose scrunching up. “But not for... it’s not disturbing, it’s just disturbing how big it is... or...”

“Stop, you’re turning me on,” you smirk sarcastically, and get a towel, dabbing his face down with cool water. “How does that feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good, fuck,” he moans, and you blink. God damn, he really is wasted. 

“Good to hear.” You plant a kiss on his cheek as you sponge down his arms, and he purrs like a big happy cat, nuzzling into your chest. 

“Do that again?” You smile, and lean in, kissing him again, this time closer to his mouth. Then you kiss him again, and again, each one earning more praise from the god of fuck before you. “Mm yeah-- oh yeah-- yeah yeah, right there-- yeah yeah right there...” He grins, eyes closing. “Mmm, delightful.” He blinks up at you, swiping a hand across his smudged eyeliner. “Will you... be my friend?” 

“Sure. Friends to lovers is always a fun way to go.” He seems genuinely happy with this. “You know, you’re sexy too,” you say, helping him take his shirt off. You glance down his chest and stomach at his tattoos, trying to focus on the project at hand instead of actually picturing riding him right now. “I thought so the night I met you at Radio City, and I think so now.” 

“Really?” he hums, reaching up in his stupor to put a hand against his chin. He suddenly seems bashful, and realizing how vulnerable he’s made himself, hides half of his face. “Even without my makeup?” 

“Definitely. I happen to think you’re beautiful.” He purses his lips.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not! In fact, if you weren’t absolutely shit hammered right now, I’d probably want you balls deep.”    

He groans. “Fuck it if I’m drunk, that’s when I’m in my strongest form!” He slips a little, steadying himself on the toilet as he stands. 

“I would disagree with that, but...”

“Besides, with all those compliments, you’re... you’re making my dick hard, see? And now it’s... ahh, it’s gonna be mad at me if I don’t... you know, fuck you, so...”

“Shh, for now try to walk straight.” 

“Where are my asshole cats?”  

“They were all watching you describe your dick to me,” you say, and he wags a finger their way. 

“Dooon’t listen to daddy, my loves. Nonono. Bad. This is grown up human people talk!”

You giggle. “You must like cats.”

“I am a cat person, I love cats. That’s why I don’t give it doggy style, cause I’m a cat man. The crazy cat man. That sounds like a serial killer...”

You giggle, and guide him back down the hall. “Where’s the bedroom?” He lifts his chin to gesture to it. 

“Last door on the right.” You help him into bed, and he tosses a pillow at a tall vase in the corner, sending it shattering. “Goddamn ghosts in my house, watching me sleep,” he slurs, and points wildly to his closet. “The sex toys are in there, if you wanna get yourself started...”

You smile, politely neglecting the sex closet of the rock star you’d been booty called by. Masturbating in said rock star’s home while he’s passed out shitfaced doesn’t look good for anyone involved. 

“Goodnight Manson,” you sing song, and shut his door. Pressing your back against it, you exhale. What just happened? 

You carefully walk over to the spilled vodka, and check the shards of glass. Thankfully no blood anywhere-- that would have been even worse to clean up. You grab a rag from the kitchen, and start mopping up the floor. One of his cats walks over from the bathroom, and starts to rub against your ankle.

“Well, hi. What’s your name, love?” You check the tag. “William. Very handsome name. Handsome just like your dad.” You sigh, as William follows you around the apartment. You feel like you shouldn’t be here anymore. It was a mistake-- he was obviously too drunk to do anything to or with you tonight. You should just leave. Yeah. Go back home, forget this ever happened and... maybe check in with him tomorrow morning, see how bad his hangover is. If he responds. 

Just as you’re about to leave though, you hear his slurred voice call from the bedroom. “(y/n)--!” 

You hesitate, then walk back in, shutting the door. You walk over to his room, and open the door. “Yeah?”

“...Get into bed with me? Please? Wanna hold someone...” 

You look behind you, and then to him again, where he’s laying, tangled in his limbs, in the large bed. You nod, and close the door to a crack, coming in. You unzip your hoodie, and before you can come to your senses, you get into one side of his king sized bed. You hear him breathing softly, and smile a little at the sudden intimacy of it all, turning over in fetal position. Not how you expected this night to turn out, but it might be even better. 

Just as you’re falling asleep in the bed of the Antichrist, you feel arms wrap around you from behind, and feel his head in the nape of your neck. Beginnings of rare stubble scratch your skin pleasantly. 

“This an okay alternative to butt stuff?” he mumbles, and you reach up to hold his wrists against you. 

“It’s perfect.” 

[evolsinner]

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days go by, another one comes across. however, today is that day, and by ‘that day’ i mean, can we all please have a drumroll, it’s fucking parent~teacher interviews! aka an interrogation under the guise of pleasantries. i thought if i didn’t think about it, it’d just fucking disappear, but hey no, it’s still here.

but that’s okay, you see my parents don’t know a thing about it. i shredded all the notices they’ve sent us and made sure to cut the line every time my sneaky ass school called home. so when it came to my last class for the day, which is english lit obviously, i was quite happy that i didn’t have to stay behind like some students.

the class is empty, it’s almost 4 sharp.

“it’s only interviews,” i try to ease mr killian’s nerves. “just tell them what they wanna hear ~ easy peasy.”

“i wish, but it doesn’t work like that, luv. you know,” he looks up from his paper and removes his reading glasses to rub his weary eyes, “believe it or not, but we hate this day just as much as you kids do.”

“really?” i’m shooked. “thought you teachers just loved taking your sweet as revenge on students on this devilish day. it’s practically reverse halloween where the educators aren’t in costume for the first time, huh.”

mr killian places his pen behind his ear, entertained. “‘reverse halloween’, aye?” he leans back on his chair, arms folded and an ankle~on~knee. “you’re too funny.”

“‘funny’?” i walk over to him, admiring the tantalising dark circles underneath his scintillating eyes. “yeah? and what else?”

he possessively pulls me in between his legs, squeezing my booty in fistfuls. “and sexy and fierce and delicious.”

“do you want a bj?”

“oh, and very fucking naughty too!”

“what you gonna do about it?”

“gee, you’re tempting me.”

“mhm,” i bite my lip.

“you are in serious need of punishment, little girl,” he flicks an eyebrow up. “slide down your panties and lean over my desk.”

my eyes open wide, “no.”

“pardon?”

“i mean, there’s no space on y~y~your desk,” i glance at it. “there’s those booklets, essays, midterms, finals, your laptop...”

“i’ll make space.”

“uh, umm,” i step back.

“nuh~uh,” he pulls me in again so that i’m standing with my thighs directly opposite his thingy. “slide ‘em down right in front of me.”

“that’s too close,” i squeak, going red.

“what difference does it make? you a step back or not, i’ll still see it. c’mon,” he feathers a finger down my bare thigh, “you can’t still be shy? i’ve seen every part of you, every inch of you. the hills, the slopes, the blemishes... want me to go on?”

ok, imma prove him wrong. i undo the button and zipper on my shorts, exposing the bright red lacy panties i got just for him.

“you were hiding those from me?” he points to them, sounding offended.

slowly, i rub my hand over the skimpy fabric, sticking a finger behind the elastic.

“such a tease,” sir leans back. “congratulations, darling, you’ve earned yourself 5 more spanks.”

the thought of him spanking me…

“want me to go easy on you?” he asks, and i see rare mercy dancing around in his eyes.

i nod, prolly a goner if i were dumb enough to take my chances with this guy.

“then touch yourself, sweetheart,” the mercy evaporates from his eyes completely. he just went from a saint to a sinner in a millisecond. “mhm,” he nods to my hesitant expression, “slide your hand through your panties and touch yourself for me. if you don’t moan my name whilst finger~fucking your cunt, i’ll give you the belt.”

heck no, i don’t want to get spanked with a belt! that’ll hurt so much more!! i’ve seen it on 50sog!

“y~you w~want me to m~masturbate for you?”

“did i stutter?”

no, but i did.

shocked at how strangely turned on i’m feeling, i slide my fingertips under the double thin lines of the red covered elastic bands. tell me, why did i wear this again? i inch my fingers down further, my breath hitching up and pelvic muscles contracting.

sir slides his hand into his pants and gently strokes his cock, scarring me with imaginary ciggy burns from the way he’s staring at me doing me. “hurry it up, little one, time is of the essence.”

3 knocks on the door and it swings open with a, “hello?”

mr killian speedily sits up.

and i step back right away, pulling my hand out and tugging my shirt over the open zipper. “mum?”

“roséah,” she squints, “what on earth... dear lord, you have a lot of explaining to do!”

i refuse to blink. i think i’m having something like a heart attack. “w~what do you mean?”

“well, for starters,” she struts up to me, “you didn’t tell me that today was parent~teacher interview night.”

i exhale deeply, relief has never felt this good.

“mr killian, i presume?” mum says, holding her hand out.

i quickly fix myself up behind her.

“please,” he smiles, shaking her hand, “call me isaac.”

why the fuck would mum come here without informing me about it?!?

“apologies for not booking in a time slot and barging in like this. had i known,” mum gives me an irritated look, ��i would have been more prepared.”

“it’s no worries, mrs blackburn,” sir tries to downplay it. “i reckon i can squeeze you in before my first interview. so please,” he motions to the two seats preplaced in front of the desk, “have a seat.”

“christella will do just fine,” and she takes no time in making herself comfortable.

i roll my eyes, so fucking annoyed and anxious at the same time.

“if you don’t mind my saying so,” sir gracefully says, “but now i know where your beautiful daughter gets her beautiful looks from.”

mum titters, tucking invisible strands of hair behind her ear and straightening out her pencil skirt.

tf.

sir glances at me and it’s so provocative in nature that i can’t look away, hence he does it for me. “do we have a common friend that can get both of us acquainted with one another?” he causally asks my mother with a chuckle.

aren’t they supposed to be talking about me?

“i don’t suppose so, isn’t that a shame?” mum smiles.

“‘shame’ would be an understatement, stella…can i call you stella?”

“you can call me whatever you want, isaac.”

“ahem!!” eww. ew. “mum,” i shake my head at her like ‘did you forget you have a husband?’, “you might wanna..”

“oh, yes, of course! silly me. so do tell, isaac? how has my daughter been doing?”

“well, to be candour, i’m rather impressed at how dedicated rosé is on learning.”

“hm, is that so?” she gives me a suspicious glance.

“indeed,” mr killian sends me a secret wink.

“does she slack off? because you’d tell me if she did, right?” mum asks.

“mum,” i grumble, she’s so embarrassing sometimes.

mr killian chuckles, “you’d be the first to know, stella. fortunately, that isn’t the case. rosé has quite the eye for accomplishing her goals.”

i’m getting lost in him again...

“gets all her work done on time, doesn’t send inappropriate text messages in class,” he proceeds professionally, kinda cocky, “nor does she ever has to stay back late.”

all of which i do the opposite of, i give him a guilty grin.

mum looks rather very taken aback, considering how i am at home. “seems like she’s quite the student?”

“you’d be surprised by what goes on in these walls.”

that not so hidden half~smile sir gives me pauses my mum in her tracks with her next question. i look at her sudden stiffness and notice how she’s surveying mr killian intently, her eyes narrowed into slits. oh crap.

“ahem!” i shift in my seat quickly.

sir coughs and swiftly brings in another topic.

mum gradually returns to her usual manner.

that was close.

when they finally say their farewells, i feel relieved as a fucking kite flying high up in a blue cloudless sky. mum did a few more interviews before she finally decided to go home. mr killian had given her false hope and high expectations, so it was funny when my other teachers informed her that my grades were declining from b’s and c’s to d’s and e’s.

oops, my bad.

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it’s late, a major thunderstorm has hit and maxi being the scaredy~cat he is has crept into my room for the night. incoming call from isaac. i decline it. so he calls me again. and i decline it again. busy tryna shoot him a text which he keeps interrupting with phone calls.

daddy🔐 is my furry baby avoiding my calls?

tf he just called me??????

me im not avoiding ur calls jus ctrn cuz baby bro is sleeping in my bed thunder isnt his strong suit :/

daddy🔐 why am i jealous?

lol, seriously? i smile, rolling over to the edge of my bed.

daddy🔐 can’t stop thinking about you...

me jus stop its not dat hard

god, i suck at this.

daddy🔐 i really need to be fucking inside you right now!

uh, what the fuck do i text back?!

daddy🔐 would it be inappropriate of me to ask you what you are wearing since you’re with your kid brother?

haha.

me wow, ur quite the gentleman, arent ya ?

daddy🔐 i try my best.

feeling kinky, i silently remove my oversized graphic tee and take two pictures of myself. then i quickly pop my tee back on before curling up on the bed and hitting ‘send’.

daddy🔐 mmmm leopard panties and no bra, sexy. though i do wish you could move your arm out of the way so i could see my two girls?

no, my boobies are too small and i’m shy!

daddy🔐 such unspeakable things i could to your body right about now. would you like to know, baby?

i’m so tempted to text back ‘yes’, but that’d just get me too hot and bothered which is not a good idea when your lil brother is lying right next to you.

me behave (;

daddy🔐 how about we finish off what we started back in the classroom?

me we hv company rmbr ?

daddy🔐 right.

there’s a while with those 3 flashing dots before he texts back.

daddy🔐 considering we have an audience tonight, i’m willing to keep it pg. on the contrary, was nice talking to your mother today.

me were u flirting w her ?

daddy🔐 i don’t know. was i?

me u so were ! nd evry subtextual sentence u uttered !! she cud hv caught on yanno ?!

daddy🔐 that, i couldn’t help. the look on your face was hilarious. hers too.

i almost lol by just picturing my mum’s face, but i suppress it.

me jus bc u made me laugh dnt mean im not still mad !

daddy🔐 allow me to make it up to you?

me go on...

daddy🔐 there’s this soirée i’m holding with my crew for the long weekend. lakehouse, few beers, great view - thank kinda thing. i want you there.

me y do u want me der ? (;

daddy🔐 ‘cause i wanna fuck you hard on my mate’s couch whilst everyone else is out by the lake.

oh?

daddy🔐 and also because i want you to get to know my people more. (:

he used a smiley face! he never uses smiley faces!

me hmm, guess ill hv 2 think bout it

because i have to ask my mum first!!

daddy🔐 hope this helps?

he sends me a photo or two back, like it was a trade or something. but jesus christ, isaac killian! he was definitely not kidding about having me on his mind!

daddy🔐 don’t ponder too much. goodnight, love.

“rosé..?” maxi murmurs behind me, rolling around.

shit. i drop my phone in an instant and cringe for my luck. “yeah?”

“you’re taking all the blanket and i’m cold..”

“oh, right...” i exhale with relief, placing my phone on the bedside table. i turn around, shifting the blanket over him and putting my arms around him. phew.

i rest my eyes for a second when maxi is like, “what was that?”

“hm?” i smile as he snuggles between my arms.

“that big cucumber looking thing on your phone.”

i almost choke on my saliva. “t~t~that was...you’re dreaming, maxi. this is all nothing but a dream...” i add some whooo noise effect to make it more believable.

“no i am not!” he asserts.

“yes you are! now shut up or go back to your own room.”

thunder cracks intensely and he doesn’t say anything further. thank you, sweet jesus.

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hello! i love your lydia x reader fics. i have a request, how about, if possible, one where perhaps the reader has anger issues and lydia is always calming them down, there could be a cute fluffy part where the reader punches a wall and breaks his or hers hand and tries to hide it from lydia. keep up the good work my friend!

broken pinky

i’m sorry, but i can’t stop laughing at the juxtaposition of ‘cute’ and ‘fluffy’ with ‘punching a wall and breaking their fist’ but regardless, i’m not sure i fulfilled exactly what you wanted, but i hope you like it anyway :)

this fic takes place now-ish (and if you’re reading this in the future, i wrote this when everyone was in self isolation bc of covid) so, yeah :) also i hc barbara used to be a nurse, partially bc of convenience for the story

1273 words

cw: femreader. brief reference to domestic abuse. food. i have no knowledge of how healing broken bones works, just pretend that what i wrote would actually work.

when it first became clear to everyone that this virus was serious, and that everyone needed to go into self isolation, you were really worried. it seemed to happen in less than a day, and you panicked. your parents were halfway across the country doing some work thing, and they were stuck there. 

but there were upsides to not being able to leave the house. for example, you were not in your house. while your parents where away, the deetz-maitland family agreed to letting you stay with them. now, you could not leave your girlfriend’s house. it was incredible.

you were dying your hair purple when you got a text from one of your best friends. “y/n! quarantine party at my house tomorrow, the whole lunch group is invited! are you coming?”

what. the. fuck. 

””quarantine party” does he fucking realize what he’s saying?” you muttered to yourself.

lydia looked up from her game, “what’s wrong?” she asked.

”fucking nick doesn’t understand what a fucking self isolation means. spoiler alert: you can’t invite people over for it to be effective!” you started to rant.

lydia picked up your phone and looked at the text. “you should try telling him that. so no one does go to his house.” she said calmly.

-why wasn’t she more angry about this? “but it’s fucking nick, and he doesn’t give two shits about anyone! any time i try to tell him why something that he’s doing is wrong, he pretends that i’m the bad guy for bringing it up, then laughs at me!”

”sorry to break it to you, but your friends suck.”

”i know.” you sighed. “but seriously, does he not realize the harm he’s putting people in? like, nancy! nancy’s fucking immunosurpressed!”

”nancy?” lydia asked.

”nancy is sarah’s younger sister. and sarah is invited to this “quarantine party.”” you scoffed.

”even if you don’t think he’ll listen, you should tell him this. and tell the other people who are invited, they’re more sensible than nick, right?”

”you’re right.” you quickly typed out a message to nick, telling him how stupid he is. you then went over to the group chat, that was very inactive, to tell everyone to stay home.

you received a new text from nick. you threw your phone at lydia. “look at that bullshit.”

”why does it matter it’s not like it’s going to effect any of us it only effects old people and it’s like just as bad as the flu lol why shouldn’t we celebrate the boomer remover.” lydia read his text aloud. “jeez, that’s so horrible.”

”it’s like he thinks that lives other than his own don’t matter! it doesn’t just effect old people, and even if it did old people are people too! and the people who get the virus won’t be able to get the treatment they need because the hospitals will be overwhelmed thanks to people like him who think that a fucking pandemic doesn’t fucking apply to him!” the more you talked the more angry you got. “i know that i’ve joked about nick not caring about anyone besides himself in the past, but i truly believe that now! he’s just so insensitive!” you had so much pent up energy. the past few weeks, you had just been sitting around the house, and it’s like your body had reached a breaking point. you needed to expel some of that energy or you yourself were going to explode.

”y/n, i need you to take some breaths-” lydia rushed over to your side, to try to calm you down, but that only made things worse. she came inside your personal bubble, and that was just too much.

you turned away from her, to the wall, and punched it.

shit.

your hand had gone right through the wall. you had nearly reached the other side.

”lydia, oh my god, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you backed into her.

lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “i am going to go ask adam if there is anything they can do about this. you will stay in the middle of the room, and not touch anything.” she left you in the room by yourself.

it was only then that a wave of pain emanating from your hand washed over you. you lifted it up, to examine it. but every slight movement you made was another spike of pain. 

you decided to stop moving it.

luckily, adam had exactly what they needed to fix the hole. adam and lydia worked together, while you hid in the bathroom. partly because you didn’t want to face your problems, partly because you needed to wash the dye out of your hair.

that evening, at the family dinner that charles and delia insisted on having every night, with hair a fabulous shade of twilight purple, you awkwardly ate in silence. 

only the adults were talking, and you could tell they were dancing around the subject of the fact that their daughter’s girlfriend destroyed their daughter’s bedroom wall because she got angry, and it probably wasn’t the best idea for us to let her stay with us because what if she turns this violence on our daughter we don’t want this to happen we should probably kick her out of this house but oops no one can leave! or at least, that’s what you assumed they were all thinking of.

and to make matters worse, you felt an absurd amount of pain whenever you tried to use your dominant hand, so here you were, struggling to eat lasagna with your other hand.

after dinner, it’s lydia and delia’s turn to do the dishes. charles pulls you aside into the living room. “i saw you struggling to eat your dinner, and with what happened earlier today… is your hand okay?”

you panicked. you didn’t want to have to go to the hospital, so you lied. “nope! i was just, uh, practicing to become ambidextrous! i’ve heard that it’s a really useful skill to have, and, uh, i want to have something to work on while we’re all stuck here.”

you started walking away. “come back here.” said charles. “i’m not buying that for one second. let me see your hand.”

you winced as he turned your hand over. charles looked at you, as if to say “i told you so.”

barbara, do you mind coming in here for a moment?” he called to the kitchen, where barbara had been helping lydia and delia.

”yeah, sure. what do you need?” she asked.

”y/n here has done something to her hand. can you look at it for me?”

she looked at you, then at your hand, still resting in charles’. it hurt less that way, so you hadn’t moved it. “oh, honey…” she muttered, and she lead you to the couch, where she could sit down.

charles turned on a lamp behind her.

lydia came walking into the living room. “what’s going on?”

”it would appear that y/n has broken her hand.” barbara sighed. “i think i’ll be able to fix it, but it’s going to be rough.”

”wait, what are you going to do?” you asked.

barbara lightly touched your pinky where it met your palm. you recoiled in pain. “i think it’s just your pinky that’s broken, so i’ll make a splint, and we’ve got some pain medicine in the medicine cabinet that you can use. but you should seriously not use your hand.” she turned to lydia. “and that means no hand holding.”

lydia hugged you, on the other side of your screwed up hand. “thank you so much, barbara.”

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