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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years

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so you do au swaps right ? could i request the twins and teru in a (royal/medieval/fantasy) au ?(sorry but i forgot what it was called haha) but maybe they sneak out the castle one night and then they meet and befriend the reader. sort of like those cliche love stories where the prince falls in love with one of the village people

Princes Amane Yugi, Tsukasa, and Teru x reader❣︎

Warnings: None that I can really think of

A/n: I LISTENED TO A 10 HOUR PLAYLIST OF MEDIEVAL MUSIC YEAHHHHH!!

I had too much coffee while I’m writing this-

This is like small oneshots so...

Anyways! Enjoy and have a great day!

You walked down the empty street, carrying a small basket as you slowly approached your home. You looked at the moonlight as you walked humming to yourself. Instantly a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an alley.

“Give me all your valuables…” He said, causing you to shiver. You didn’t say anything which caused him to slam you against the wall.

“I said give me all your stuff you damn pessant!”

“O-okay! Please d-dont hurt me!” You shouted, taking off anything that was worth something.

“I won’t have to hurt you if you give me what I want!”

“It's not nice to hurt a lady.” A boy jumped down. He had dark, choppy hair but I couldn’t see his eyes. In his back pocket, he started to pull out what looked like a kitchen knife.

“Hehe… and who the hell are you kid?” the stranger asked.

“I’m the prince and future king!” The boy's red eyes shot up at us “Prince Amane and I demand you let this girl go!”

The strange back way from your figure, a scared expression on his face.

“Whatever man! You're crazy!!” He yelled before running out of the alley. The ‘prince’ approached you and smiled.

“I hope he didn’t do anything too bad to you” He softly spoke, putting out a hand for you to grab which you accepted. You studied his facial features and he laughed.

“Checking me out already I see~” He cooed and you blushed.

“N-no! I’m just making sure you are the prince and not some random homeless guy!” You said flustered.

“Haha, I’m just teasing… and I am the prince, isn’t it obvious?” He smirked. You looked at his clothes which were basically glowing.

“I’ll walk you home.” He pulled you out of the alley.

“Okay…”

I turned to Amane and he was looking up at the moon with a soft smile on his face.

“Uhm… do you like the stars..?” You asked.

“I do, I love them so much. They are really a great escape from reality.” He looked at you momentarily before looking back up.

“Escape?”

“Yeah… you know I’m becoming king soon… My parents have been really strict with me about becoming a king and all…” He trailed off into a small rant “It's just stressful sometimes, I don't want to be a king but everyone expects me too.” Your eyes softened looking at the boy.

“I think you will be a great king some day!” You smiled.

He turned to you and his face flushed slightly.

“I-I shouldn’t rant!” He nervously chuckled looking back up. “The moon is beautiful tonight...”

Soon you two approached your house.

“This is my stop Amane!” You smiled and turned to the boy. “And… I think you will be a great king! King of the stars and moon! I think you will do great! I believe in you King Amane Yugi!”

His cheeks turned warm as he heard you.

“Thank you… it really does mean a lot…”

“Of course, I should be going inside now. Thanks for earlier-” You were interrupted when he grabbed your wrist. A grin formed on his lips and he broke the distance and kissed your cheek. Your face turned 50 shades red.

“A good luck charm for you~” He chuckled at your flustered form.

“H-huh?!?!” He let go of your arm and waved to you.

“By Y/n! I know we will see each other very soon~” He said before vanishing.

‘Wait… how did he know my name..?’

You looked up at the bright sun and squinted your eyes. Your feet were tired. You are currently running to the marketplace with your best friend, Yashiro. Well, more like she was dragging you.

“Come on y/n!!! Prince Teru doesn’t go out too often to go shopping!!” The creamed haired girl squealed. She had a bit of a crush on the prince… well I mean of course, who wouldn’t want to be a princess. I almost fell on my face when she started to pick up the pace.

“Slow down Nene!” You yelled at her “He’s going to be here for a while, it won't matter if we are a couple minutes late!”

“I know but I want to look at his beautiful face as long as I can!”

‘Simp…’ You thought and puffed your cheeks. Yashiro suddenly stopped which caused you to almost fall backward.

“There he is!!” Hearts filled her eyes. You looked to see the blond haired boy surrounded by a couple knights and a small swarm of people.

“Why does Teru even want to go to the marketplace..?” You asked and Yashiro put her hand to your mouth.

“Fanservice!” She looked at you seriously causing you to sweetdrop. You looked at the blond boy and watched his figure as he looked through different stands. Every once and a while he would slip something in his bag and pay the owner of the small shack. For a brief second he looked over to you and made eye contact. You couldn’t help but blush and he chuckled and turned back to what he was doing.

“Let's get closer!” Yashiro grabbed your hand and started running again.

“N-Nene-!” You started but was interrupted when someone abruptly bumped your shoulder causing you to fall.

“ACK- Ow!” You rubbed the back of your head and everything went silent. All you heard was small murmuring. In confusion, you looked up to see a small crowd around you.

“Are you okay?” A majestic voice asked. You looked up to see the one and only prince Teru with his hand out for you to grab.

“A-ah! Yea, I’m fine..!” Your cheeks slightly turned red due to the embarrassment but you stuck out your hand for him to take. He pulled you up with a firm but gentle grip. You looked down at his hand, it felt warm and soft.

“Well, that’s good.” He chuckled. “Are you here with anybody?”

“I a-am actually… with my friend Yashiro…” You looked over to see Nene with a red face and stars in her eyes.

“Oh well then, I’ll let you get going now. Bye!” He waved and continued on.

‘Did you just talk to a prince?!!?!” You shouted in your head. Before you could think anymore, you felt someone shake you.

“Y/N YOU TALKED TO TERU!!! PRINCE TERU!!! WHAT DID HIS EYES LOOK LIKE?! WHAT DID HIS HANDS FEEL LIKE!? TELL ME!!”

“Lavender and the ocean…” You said in a daze.

“LAVENDER AND THE OCEAN?!?!”

Once Teru finished his monthly market shopping, Yashiro was finally ready to leave. You went home and changed into a more comfy outfit. You opened your balcony and breathed in the fresh air. You heard rustling and looked down to the noise. You started to back up until a figure emerged from the shadows. You were about to run back inside until you started to recognize him.

“Hey.” The prince looked up at your balcony.

“U-uhm… hi..?” You looked down “You want me to let you in!?”

“Oh I can come in!” He smiled brightly.

“Yeah! Let me get the door-” You were interrupted when a line of red beads acted like a hook landing next to you. The prince used these beads to climb up to the balcony.

“Y/n, right?”

“Yeah! And you are Prince Teru!” He laughed when you said prince. He took his red beads and they turned into a bracelet around his wrist.

“WOAH! How did you do that?!?!” You gasped, grabbing his wrist and examining it.

“Magic.”

“Magic?!”

He laughed.

“You are very interesting y/n…” He looked into your eyes. Before you could say anything else, you heard a knock on your door. You turned to see your mom opening the door and Teru leaning on a wall not wanting to get caught. You turned to him and he had one finger over his mouth.

“Y/n, who are you talking too?” Your mother opened the door.

“Oh! Uhm, no one!” You nervously smiled.

“Alright… But if it's one of those imaginable men again…” She sighed and closed the door.

“EXCUSE ME?!!?” I blushed hard “I DON'T HAVE IMAGINABLE MEN! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!” You heard Teru laugh which made you face him.

“Hey, a young lady shouldnt be inviting boys in her house if her parents don’t know about them…” Teru smirked, causing you to blush hard.

“E-excuse me! I’m not the one who put my finger up to my mouth telling me to keep it a secret!” You pointed at him and he laughed.

“I’m joking. I would never hurt you, I swear.” He walked closer to you. You felt comfortable around him. You two spent the night chatting and laughing. It’s been around one hour and Teru looks up at the moon.

“It's about time I get going…” He started to take off his red bracelet and tied it around the balcony. You were kind of sad when he said he was going to leave.

“Oh… will I see you again..?” You watched him go down. He stopped and looked up at you.

“I’ll be here tomorrow night. Same time. Kay?”

“O-Okay! See you tomorrow!”

Did you seriously meet the prince?

You walked around the village as you looked through all the stands. You hummed to yourself as your dress flowed in the wind. You stopped when you heard screaming from one of the booths.

“Stop!! Thief!!” The owner screamed as he tried to chase after a boy. He was wearing a hood so you didn’t get a good look at his face. Before you know it, you made eye contact with the hooded boy and he ran behind you.

“Do you know this thief?!” The guy asked before glaring down at the boy. Even though he was wearing a hood, you could see his visible grin.

“U-uh- no sir! But what did he take..?” You asked.

“He stole an apple and pear from my shack!”

‘All this fuss over an apple and pear..?’ You thought as you sighed. You pulled out two coins from your bag and gave it to the man.

“That looks like it covers it… keep the change.” You grabbed the boy's hand and sped away.

You glanced at the boy who still had a grin on his face. Before you knew it he started running and he was dragging you.

“W-wait!” You shouted at him. Who the hell is this guy..?

He turned the corner into an isolated area and let go of your wrist.

“Hey! You know I did pay for your shenanigans!” You pulled his hood down to see a boy with choppy hair and golden eyes. He chuckled and leaned in closer to your face. He looked familiar but you didn’t know where from.

“Thanks for that by the way~” He hummed.

“Yeah whatever..!” You backed up, creating distance between the two of you.

“I’m Tsukasa Yugi! Prince Tsukasa Yugi!” He smiled.

“Wait, the prince?!” I pointed to him “Why the hell would a prince steal?!”

“I just wanted to see what he would do it I took some of his stuff”

‘Wow… he seems nice…’ You thought.

“You can take the apple and pear though! I don’t really need them.” He handed you the fruit.

“EH- you steal it but you won’t take it?” You scoffed. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught? You are a prince”

“Yeah but everyone looks at Amane, I can do whatever I want and get away with it~!”

“I feel bad for Amane then…”

“I got an idea!” He looked at you. “We should run away together! It would be great!”

“Excuse me…” I glared at him.

“Well that's what I was already doing, I was running away but no one in the castel noticed yet. We should run away, just you and me!”

“I didn’t even know you that long… I can’t just run away! I have a life, a family!”

“Oh…” He trailed off “Well I do hope you change your mind! I’ll come visit you again~!”

“Wait- visit me?!” You asked but he ran out of the alley way.

“Thank you beautiful girl~!” He smiled, turning to you one last time before running off with an apple in his hand.

“Did he take the apple-” I looked down to just see the pear.

‘Oh this guy…’ I sighed ‘I’ll definitely see him again.’

Part two

#hanako x reader #teru x reader #tsukasa x reader #tbhk x reader #toilet bound x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #amane x reader #yugi twins #yugi tsukasa #yugi amane #hanako kun #teru minamoto

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crystalmonk5579 · 2 years

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What Now?

Caelen and Cecilia awoke in the dining room and with a horrible headache. When they tried to move they couldn’t, they both looked around to see that they were in the living room, Cecilia then shrieks. Caelen turns and looks at her, her arms bound to her sides with rope. She was looking at them in horror but why? That's when they felt as if they were sitting in a puddle, their eyes widened, no, no, no! They looked down as their worst fears were confirmed, their tails were ripped out of them and were tied around their body! What kind of sick fuck would do this?!

“Ah!” they heard a familiar voice, a chipper voice pipe up. They look to see where it came from, standing in the door frame was their brother Carson…brandishing an axe. “Brother? Why…” Cecilia meekly asked “Oh? This ol’ thing, oh don't worry your pretty little head about it!” he smiled at her, “Were you the one that did this?” all the happiness in his face dropped as he turned to look at them “Well, well, well. Finally put the pieces together huh, Smart Ass.” he walked over to them as he swung it back and forth, they tensed up. He leaned in and flicked them in the face

“You know, I was actually thinking of killing you while you were down but that’s a lot less fun now! Ain’t it sis!” he turned to look her dead in the eyes. “Why?” she asked, “Oh you know why!” “I…I do?” “Course ya do, silly! You know how much I hate Caelen! So, I thought ‘hey why not make both of us happy!’ ” “Wait, who's ‘us’ ?” she asked,

“Why it's you and me and no ‘mx. I’m always better than you’ getting us down!” He started to rant on about how their life could be so much better if Caelen wasn’t in it.

She looked away and saw a jagged part of a chair. She glanced at Caelen, they saw it too, and if she remembered correctly there was a hidden revolver under the table. All she had to do was formulate a plan…but how?

“I knew this would happen.” they spoke up. Carson turned around to look at them again, confused, “I’m sorry, what?” “Every single alternate universe that's ever existed, we’ve become cruel beings.” “No, no, you’re wrong!” “And guess who created them? It’s you, you’re the catalyst in every single one of them causing us to become corrupt and vile beings.”

He snapped, “NO! You’re…you’re wrong! I’m an amazing and kind person! You’ve just had your head in your ass for far too long!” “You’re not just a bad person, you have and will be a bad person. You’re like a crazed Bulldog that I had to shackle myself to just to make sure everything was going smoothly! I never wanted to be a part of this stupid found family, I only did it so that you didn’t fuck everything up!” “I DONT FUCK EVERYTHING UP!” he tossed his axe at her, it landed on their knee causing it to break in half like a stick. blood started to trickle out of it with only the axe being able to almost stop it, tears started to run down her face as they looked up at him. “Yes! You fuck up so much! Someone always needs to hang around you just to make sure you’re doing anything right at all!”

He stomps over to them and yanks it out, a waterfall of blood then starts to gush out of the wound. “Well then! If I were a Fuck Up!” he raises his axe in the air “Then can a Fuck Up!” and slammed it into their face, “Kill!” and again, “You!” and again, “With an axe!” and again.

He looks down at the pool of blood around his feet and mutilated corpse beyond recognition as it slumped in its place. “See?! I’m not a fuck up!” he hears a click behind him, he turns around to see where it came from. He see’s Cecilia holding a revolver, she pulls the trigger.

She looks at the sight in front of her. Her brother: gone mad holding an axe he used to kill his own sibling and with a small hole through his head from herself. Her sibling, having a mutilated face and slumped up against a wall, a large pool of blood under her.

What is she going to do now?

#my fic #my writing #tw graphic descriptions #tw blood #tw murder #tw mutilation #tw violence #tw guns #tw dead body #tw corpse #tw caps #Hope some of yall like it!

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stonyiscanon · 4 years

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socially awkward! peter parker x oblivious shit! reader

read: peter has a heart attack every time he talks to you because you’re too pretty and nice oof

lmfao just experimenting some new head canon//writing styles lmk what you guys think 🥺

it’s essentially a crack fic i have no regrets.

Warnings: an excessive amount of exclamation points used, overload of fluff, it might be little TOO crack-y if that’s even possible for me, a confusing amount of POV switches. ok it’s just shitty writing would you please read it.

Words: 4.8k this be a baby fic

Genre: fluffity fluff, idiots to lovers, high school! reader, god just read the title.

my masterlist is here if you want more shit

talk to me! be my friend please im lonely

peter first meets you when you’re new to midtown and you get sorted into his science class.

you sat in front of him your very first day and yeah he’s been soft™ for you ever since

like no joke the first time he saw your face he freezed up and choked on his banana

‘oh nO NED!!! she’s PRETTY!!’

‘like, REALLY pretty!!! S H I T’

‘um,,... okay ain’t that a good thing you sit behind her in class!! maybe you can ask for her number or something—‘

oh hohohohoho ned my friend,,

N O

ABSOLUTELY NOT

peter parker has spoken to you a total of twenty-two (22) times within the whole year that you’ve been... acquaintances?? classmates?? ….. friends???

and his fat secret crush on you will STAY A SECRET THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

he’ll die before he asks you out or makes a move because there’s no way in hell peter has a chance with you, the beautiful new girl.

‘i mean, she’s not just beautiful too! she’s so smart, and i know that because i can literally see all her notes from behind her and she gets like, basically all A’s, but she doesn’t even know she’s smart and beautiful?? like, she never raises her hand in class even though i know she knows all th-’

you would think ned would be tired of peter’s ‘shit I’m in LOVE’ rants by now, he’s not because we stan supportive friend ned.

hehe little does he know his big fat secret crush may not be,, totally unrequited

👀

oKAY so maybe you have a humongous tiny crush on the dorky cute guy who sits behind you in science class

WHAT ABOUT IT not like he likes you back anyways.

that one time you asked him for a pencil he looked like he was having an aneurysm!! like okay, are you that hideous or—?

(yeah it totally doesn’t hurt at all that the cute guy you like is repulsed by your presence and seems to ignore you and tense up whenever you’re around)

(t o ta ll y) 🤡

yeah y/n kinda dumb in this because the entire student body knows about peter’s (not so secret lmFAO) crush on you

everyone lOwkEy ships it

ned is president of the petery/n shipper fanclub

that may be because he’s the only member in aforementioned fanclub but you two have many supporters outside the fanclub

ned hypes peter up everytime science class comes around and peter gets kinda confident when he walks in the classroom

‘yeah! i got this!! maybe this time i won’t stare at her hair creepily and then run aw-‘

‘hey peter!’

asjkdjejnxHAUXINENEIAIRJBSJS

ABORT NEVERMIND I DONT GOT THIS ASKXISNNDKSN

peters brain has left the building

and he kinda stares at you for a sec and runs off to his seat at the back

hm, yeah he definitely doesn’t like you

you sigh as you take your seat in front of him, trying to ignore how your love for this dork is completely one sided

the entire class wants to throttle both of you

so then for the sake of the cliche and the plot (did you heart that fourth wall break?? nvm i didn’t hear nothin)

gasp group project time??!?!?!?!

dang who could have saw this coming

totally unexpected

wow

peter is half hoping to get you and half DREADING to

because he knows if he gets you he’ll be able to spend time with you but 300% won’t be able to function and will most certainly fail this project

but i mean who cares about grades.

in a plot twist that literally no one saw coming,,,

‘betty and liz, you’ll be doing yours on atomic structure,

and peter and y/n are partners! you’ll be doing...’

oh nO

you’re partnered up with peter!

i mean this is great news you get to stare at his precious face more but you’re basically forcing him to spend time with someone he doesn’t like!!

so you turn around and you give him an apologetic and (cute as FXCK) small smile

meanwhile, peter combusts

one look at your smile and he just knows he’s completely fucked

like he physically uwus so hard he slams his head on the table

‘oh! are.. you okay? i mean, is working with me really going to be that bad?’

awkward laugh to hide the pain,, quick y/n!!

‘nO!! i mean, no, absolutely not that’s not what i- it wasn’t my- i didn’t m-‘

you smile a little sadly this time and say,

‘don’t worry about it, i know you don’t like me. it’s only two weeks anyway. i promise i won’t take much of your time.’

wait. hold up. back up here. wha-? wHO doesn’t like W HO??

‘wait what do you mea-‘

‘don’t worry about it. wanna meet at the library after school to get a head start on this?’

‘uh, yeah. i mean- cowabunga…!’

wat

shit peter has never wanted to die more in his entire life

so he does what any other normal person would do and yEEts out the classroom full speed

leaving you slightly hurt but mostly just confused

peter strolls in the library casually attempting to strain his neck 360 degrees to look for you

he looks like a chicken and also that’s humanly impossible but leave him be he’s iN LOVE

he spots you on one of the study tables. he takes a deep breath,, and walks over

‘hey!! sorry i’m a little late, uh, something… came up haha’

acting like the poor boy didn’t stand outside the library for fifteen minutes thinking about what he was going to say to you

‘no worries!’ you shoot him another one of those painfully adorable smiles and peter wants nothing more but to give that smile a smooch because damn that is a face that deserves smooches

but he also has a tiny feeling that maybe you might not appreciate it if he randomly kissed you out of nowhere

(you would not mind at all but he doesn’t know that)

‘so yeah! ready to compare the wonders of chemistry and motion physics?’ peter says, bending down to snatch his backpack up to the table (effectively hiding his red cheeks)

you snort as you prop your elbows onto the table, resting your head on your hands.

‘the wonders? hm, i really can’t tell whether you’re being serious or not. guess you really are a dork.’

you giggle a little bit before you catch sight of peter looking like a gaping fish. you immediately slam your hands down, perhaps a little too loudly considering you’re in a library, and blurt out,

‘uh, I was.. joking! making a joke, in case, you know, that wasn’t obvious.’ You awkwardly hide your face between your fingers and squeak out a small apology

‘nO! no, no, don’t worry about it. yeah, I am a dork, so… yeah, i’m not offended, or anything. uh- just, yeah, don’t worry about it.’

well, that ruined the flow of conversation peter was so desperate to keep up with

none of you speak for a bit, opting to look around the very interesting library walls instead, until peter clears his throat and brings up motion physics again

yeah! this will be fine. all you have to focus on is science, and NOT peter’s very soft kissable lips and how good he looks in his light green coloured sweater

huh

oh no

desperately attempting to clear your mind, you try and focus on what he’s saying instead

it’s just SCIENCE, y/n. focus on the SCIENCE.

this distraction just-concentrate-on-the-work technique works for about the next hour or so as you guys study and work on this project

everything is going great!

you two have an organised google doc full of research and a finished introduction! you’re being extremely productive!

both of you are doing an amazing job at hiding your mutual (except none of you know it’s mutual) attraction!

so as you walk out the library beside peter some time later, you’re smiling softly, because even if your massive crush isn’t reciprocated, you and peter can maybe at least be friends by the end of this, right?

he didn’t even look like he detested you as much as usual today

maybe that’s because he was pretty much forced into cooperating with you because of this project, but you even caught him smiling at you today, so he must be warming up to you

which is great news, of course

peter swallows down his fear and the excessive amount of spit that is coating his tongue and turns to you

‘so, this was really fun’

you tilt your head, mildly horrified at his words

‘we need to stage you an intervention if a science project is something you classify as ‘fun’’

‘no, i mean, the science was kinda boring. spending time with you was really fun. ….right?’

oh good, he isn’t actually a complete monster who does science for fun

(he totally is but you don’t need to know that)

‘yeah! hanging out was really fun, even if we had to spend that time doing work’

you shudder and cringe when you mention ‘work’, because there are much more interesting things you’d rather be doing with peter

👀

‘yep.’

‘yeeep.’

‘so, we should meet up again to work on this… project. right?’ you’re shifting your weight and darting your eyes across the floor, desperately avoiding peter’s gaze.

‘yeah!!’

oof maybe that was a little too enthusiastic. maybe you didn’t notice?

‘i mean, yeah… yeah, totally. sounds… chill.’

oh god that’s worse isn’t it

‘great!’

cue awkward silence

‘so… um… can I maybe have your number?’

you stare blankly at him trying to conceal your excitement because did PETER PARKER just ask for YOUR number?!?!?!

oh no why aren’t you saying anything crapcrapcrap this is peter’s first time asking for ANYONE’S number did he mess up oh no he messed up didn’t he.

‘you know, for the project!!!!! haha!!!!’

oh. of course he wouldn’t actually want your number

*sigh these oblivious fucks I stg i’m the one who’s actually writing this and I want to throttle them*

‘oh… yeah, no problem! um, here’s my number’

‘cool! i’ll text you then!’

from peter p [12:48]

Hey y/n!! Um this is Peter btw. Peter Parker. From science class.

to peter p [12:49]

hey peter!

from peter p [12:49]

So if it’s cool w u do you want to meet up at my place? For the project haha, just figured a change of scenery might be nice. The library can get a little bit boring sometimes.

to peter p [12:49]

yeah sounds cool just send me ur address and i’ll be over after skl tdy if that’s ok

from peter p [12:50]

Yep awesome see u then

to peter p [12:50]

see u! :))

that smiley face almost makes his heart burst god he’s so whipped for you.

then the panic kicks in.

‘OHMYGOD Y/N Y/L/N IS COMING OVER.’

peter spends like three hours making sure the apartment is SPOTLESS.

spends like half an hour trying to decide whether he should take down all the Star Wars memorabilia down from his walls

like, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a DORK.

(too late peter)

but then ultimately keeps them up, partly because shit you’re coming in like 5 minutes he doesn’t have time for this

but also, you’re a nice person! you surely won’t make fun of him for having a knockoff replica of the death star in his room.

hopefully

oh god if you make fun of him for being a Star Wars nerd he will break down in tears HE HAS TO TAKE THEM DOWN

*ding*

fuck

peter stands up from his spinney chair abruptly and scrambles towards front door.

he spent some time this morning with Aunt May for girl advice and nothing really came out of that except a very traumatizing safe sex talk and some teasing that he will never be able to erase from his memory.

he takes a fast detour and quickly stops in front of the bathroom mirror on his way to open the door, desperately trying to tame the mop of curls and his head.

did I put on deodorant this morning? crap I brushed my teeth right?

*ding*

FUCK

peter stops in front of the door, takes a deep breath and-

‘hey!’ a strangled greeting comes out of his throat but hopefully you don’t notice how nervous he is.

you don’t, because this is oblivious shit!reader

‘hi peter!’

peter is suddenly very aware of how long you have been standing outside.

‘oH! sorry, um come in!!’ he says, opening the door wider and welcoming you in with (overly?) enthusiastic arms.

‘yeah! make yourself at home and everything. you want a drink or something?’

‘water would be nice.’

peter sprints to the kitchen to get you some ICE COLD water in his favourite mug.

peter parker’s apartment is covered with cosy furniture and photos of him and another middle aged woman. half those photos are him and that woman smiling brightly into the camera.

there’s a photo that’s nicely framed above the mantle that shows a young peter beaming in front of a birthday cake, with that same woman and another unknown middle aged man smiling down at him. the photo is clearly old and crumpled, even with the frame around it.

peter looks so happy in that photo…

huh. baby peter is just as adorable as he is now.

you jump away from the photo when you hear his footsteps coming back into the living room. something about the photo seemed emotional, personal. it just didn’t seem like something you should be looking at.

peter comes back clutching two mugs and hands one to you.

‘nice place!’

‘oh, thanks… yeah my Aunt isn’t home right now, she’s downtown meeting some friends, so we have the place to ourselves……’

‘so we can study uninterrupted.’ he says.

oh of course, studying!! yep that’s exactly where your mind went when peter said the apartment was empty aHaH.

peter’s room is a little less adult than the rest of his apartment, flooded with polaroids of him and Ned, with Star Wars posters on the walls.

you ignore the pang of jealousy that you feel when you spot a photo of MJ and peter grinning in front of a bowling alley.

so for the next two hours you two are in peter’s room… studying vigorously.

you would be 100% lying if you said you weren’t disappointed only studying happened.

the weird thing is???

every time you would look down at your textbook to explain something about periodic motion peter seemed to be looking at you when you looked up?

well, looking at you isn’t very weird, looking at someone while they’re talking is just basic manners. but when you looked back he would snap his eyes straight back to his own textbook, nodding and wordlessly agreeing with whatever you had just said.

maybe it’s just your imagination but the way he looked at you, it’s almost a loving, caring gaze.

oh god who are you kidding, it’s just your brain and imagination playing tricks on you.

you’re alone with peter parker in his bedroom!! these things are going to happen!

‘hey you want to take a break? we’ve been going at this for a whole hour now.’ peter says, craning his neck to take a look at the clock on the wall.

‘has it really been a whole hour?’ you lean back in your chair looking up at the ceiling.

‘yeah okay. let’s have a small break then.’

peter picks up both of your mugs and heads off to the kitchen, groaning slightly when he stretches his legs out for the first time in an hour.

*a/n: apologies in advance to those with nut allergies*

he comes back with both your mugs refilled with (water for you, gatorade for peter) and a small bag of almonds for you to snack on.

‘oh hey! almonds are my study snack of choice too!’

‘yeah, i know’ peter says carelessly, scrolling down his phone.

‘i don’t like almonds all that much, but i bought a few packs this morning on the way to school.’

hm,, wHat

‘if… you don’t like almonds why would you get them for me?’

‘because you like almonds.’

blink.

b l i n k

it takes a bit of time for peter to realise what just came out of his mouth.

‘i meAn! I’M NOT A STALKER I SWEAR. i just see you at school sometimes and you always have a small pack of these to snack on whenever you’re doing work so i thought,, you know, since we’re doing WORK, i should buy some for you… so you won’t get hungry!!!’ he’s wailing nonsensical excuses and apologies by now.

huh.

peter parker knows that you snack on almonds when you study, and bought a pack for you even though he doesn’t like them at all.

maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought.

you tear apart the packaging and stuff an almond in your mouth, your traitorous lips slowly threatening to curl into a huge smile.

(despite how much you fight against it, you end up with a slightly demonic looking huge smile on your face, which you attempt to hide by stuffing more almonds in your mouth)

(you now look like a chipmunk)

(but a cute one!!!!)

meanwhile peter is trying to hide the feeling of humiliation by resting his face in his hands, because he literally just exposed himself. he will not be able to take it if he looks back up at your face and you’re laughing at him for this stupid crush.

to his surprise, he does not look up to find you mocking his love for you, but instead, he finds you with a mouth full of almonds, struggling to chew and swallow them all without looking like a disgusting fool.

oh.

that’s kinda cute.

after a good five minutes of you trying to force like 10 almonds down your esophagus, you clear your throat and awkwardly blurt out a ‘thank you’

‘for the almonds! it’s cute how you bought them for me because you knew how much i like to snack on them while i study. that’s really sweet of you. i guess you really don’t hate me all that much, huh?’ the last sentence comes out teasingly, a playful smile gracing your lips, but instead of uwu-ing over your cute smile, peter’s just confused.

‘why would i hate you?’ he says, his eyebrows laced together in confusion.

‘well, i always kinda got the impression that you didn’t like me… all that much? i never really knew why. hey, why did you hate me so much before this? if i accidentally did something at the start of the year that pissed you off, i’m sorry.’

your playful smile fades a little bit as you see peter basically collapse on himself just due to sheer GRIEVANCE.

‘WHY WOULD YOU THINK I HATED YOU?’ peter yells out, probably annoying the neighbours with how fucking loud he is, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care right now.

‘you… didn’t?’ you say, now becoming just as confused as peter.

he shakes his head aggressively, bringing his fingers up to his temples.

‘but… you always seemed so jumpy around me! and you would never really talk to me, and that one time i asked you for a pencil, you looked like you were dying or something! i always just thought you didn’t like me!’

god

peter doesn’t know whether he should be laughing or crying.

‘that’s not because I HATED YOU!! that’s because- i mean- i always thought-’ he’s still yelling and at this point one of the neighbours are definitely going to come knocking to complain, but peter still doesn’t care, because he’s currently having an existential crisis.

ohmygod all this time my CRUSH thought I HATED HER because I couldn’t function like a normal human being in front of her because of how much I liked her until i gave her some ALMONDS what is wrong with me? what kind of entity that controls the universe could hate me so much to pull THIS kind of sick prank on me?

‘wait if you didn’t hate me why would you always act so weird in front of me?’

‘BECAUSE-’ peter tangles his fingers into his hair, and he kicks his chair, sending it halfway across his room from frustration.

‘how could you possibly think I hated you??? how could you possibly think ANYONE could hate you??? you’re single handedly the only good person in this godforsaken school full of IDIOTS and BULLIES! nobody could ever hate you, y/n, and certainly not ME!’

perhaps he is using an excessive amount of hand gestures, but it gets his point across.

‘wha-? what do yo-?’

‘wHat are you TALKING ABOUT?’ you say, slowly turning just as frustrated as peter.

‘if there’s ANYONE that’s decent in this ‘godforsaken school full of idiots’ it would be YOU, peter parker!! nobody would just pay attention to what I EAT so I wouldn’t get HUNGRY during a study session oKaY!! you’re so CONFUSING! every time I accept the fact that you don’t like me back you pull this bullshit, essentially making me rethink ALL MY FEELINGS!’ you say, going through the room (stepping over the toppled chair), just to jab a finger onto peter’s chest.

suddenly both of you are aware of your flushed cheeks and your close proximity.

‘wha- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?’ peter basically shrieks, and you would not be surprised if all of New York managed to hear that scream.

your cheeks darken as you awkwardly step back from him, realising that you accidentally outed yourself.

‘um- i mean,’ you stumble on the fallen chair as you desperately walk backwards with your hands behind your back to avoid peter’s piercing gaze.

*you’re not good at confrontation okay*

‘you like me?? wait wait, you like ME?’ you frown a little as you look at peter’s incredulous expression.

‘well yeah, you don’t have to rub it in like that, I know you don’t like me back.’ You mumble, looking away.

‘don’t like yo- OH MY GOD!’

this time peter stalks all the way across the room, looking you dead straight in the eye.

‘you better not be joking with me, y/n.’

you squeak out a small ‘no’ or something like that because you can’t really focus with peter looking down at you like that.

‘you mean to tell me, my stupid fat, nervous crush on you was mistaken for HATRED, and all this time I’ve been thinking I have no chance with you, but you’ve been crushing on me too all this time?’ his words come out jumbled, and a little fast, but you can decipher the general meaning.

peter parker likes you… too.

oh GOD WAT

he clears his throat, biting his lip and you can just tell he’s about to apologise, because peter’s a complete angel who probably doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable.

‘um- uh, y- oomph!’

and in this shocking turn of events, you execute the only spontaneous thing you’ve ever done in your life and pray that it ends up well.

you lean forward and press your lips to peter’s, hoping to whatever superior being there is that this was a good decision.

spoiler alert: it was

peter.exe has shut down because all of a sudden your lips are against his and oh wow this is so much better than all those times he’s imagined it happening because it’s actually happening now.

your hands find their way to peter’s curls that he was trying so hard to get under control an hour ago but now he can’t remember why he doesn’t like his hair if it’s just going to be tugged on by you like this from now on.

he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, pretty much pressing his body against yours.

not that you’re complaining.

and god if peter died from suffocation right now that would be a heavenly way to go, and he would be a-ok with dying if it meant finally being in your arms.

you pull away from peter, both of you slightly panting before you burst out in giggles, resting your head and letting it fall on peter’s shoulder.

‘oh my god, we’re such idiots, aren’t we?’

peter hums in agreement before lifting your chin up to kiss you again.

bonus: boyfriend! peter

definitely still stares at you in science class except now whenever you catch him staring he just shoots you a lazy grin

because yEa he has FULL RIGHTS to stare at you now because you’re his GIRLFRIEND.

you find out he’s spiderman pretty much immediately let’s be real this boy is not the best at hiding secrets

especially from his GIRLFRIENDS whomst he loves VERY MUCH.

this boy also gives you anxiety attacks whenever you see spiderman on the news saving people, getting hurt and shit, but he understands.

sends you a text before and after he gets in the suit whenever he can.

most certainly uses his spidey-powers for things they were not intended to be used for.

to visit his girlfriend so she can give him cuddles at any time why what were you guys thinking about hMmmMMMmmmM?

likes to show you off but also gets very blushy and shy about PDA

pretty much had a seizure the first time you held hands.

ned almost fainted when he heard the news (aka peter rushed to call him the second you left that night you kissed because these bitches are very gossipy)

peter parker is the ultimate clingy boyfriend.

……

and you love it.

your science teacher no longer puts you in the same group or partners you guys up now though.

because now you can’t study together, you literally can’t keep your hands off each other.

sometimes when peter is feeling ~particularly clingy he just nuzzles into the crook of your neck during lunch, and pulls you to him so you’re pretty much on his lap.

and MJ is just like yall r disgusTING

right in front of my salad.

in conclusion, peter parker loves you and you love him.

it’s honestly kind of sickening,

but you love that too.

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bi-lesbian · 4 years

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I got into a bit of an argument today with my mother over the use of "folx" in a book. I don't entirely understand it but I know it exists to validate/cater to those with non-traditional pronouns. Her argument was that "folks" is already neutral so "why do we have to change it." She also kinda believes that anything past mainstream labels is unnecessary/only exists to make people feel special. I was wondering if you knew why it was coined since I know you use non-trad pronouns. Love your blog! ❤

honestly im not really familiar with the use of "folx" that much, ive only seen it a couple times and idk the history with it or anything :Oo and like folks Is neutral too but its not like its being replaced or something, so i dont get her "why do we have to change it" thing. however, i do know x tends to be placed into words often to signify nonbinary or related sorta things, so i assume thats what "folx" is aiming for? its just a more specific variation or such :Oo

also. Ugh i fucking hate the "people only do/identify as x to feel special" shit, im SO god damn tired of hearing that. like fucking!!! when are people going to stop acting like they ~really~ know the reasonings for a TONS of LITERAL STRANGERS actions!!!!!!!!!!!! it drives me fucking crazy !!!!!!!! yall dont fucking know these people!!!!! shut the fuck up already !!!!!!!!!!!! its practically impossible for hundreds and hundreds of people to literally have only ONE reason for all of them to do a certain thing !!!!!!!! people dont fucking work like that!!!! were different !!! complex !!!!! sorry im kinda fuckin ranting here this kinda thing just makes me want to rip my fucking hair out jgkxjfkdf im SO sick of how people treat strangers- people they DO NOT KNOW- and act like they DO know what their actual thoughts, feelings, and reasonings for things are. it makes me want to slam my head into a wall with how so many people fucking think this way

the reason for there being so many labels past just the mainstream ones is because PEOPLE ARE DIVERSE. THEY HAVE VAST KINDS OF EXPERIENCES. theres so many people out there !!! so many different lives theyre all living !!! we cant all be just summed up into a small selection of boxes!!!! the fact that there is so many people coming up with and using uncommon labels is proof enough that its a very common experience for TONS of people to not feel fully defined with just a few set labels!!!!! who fucking cares what is necessary or not!!!! people want more specific/different terms to describe themselves better !!!!! fucking let them!!!!! it literally doesnt fucking harm anything like people try to claim it does!!!!!!!

#bi lesbiask #folx #bi lesvent #bc i. got a bit ranty HFKHXJF #ill probably look into folx stuff at some point bc i am curious!#idk when i may tho #also if anyone has details about it theyd like to share thatd be nice too!!

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maruzzewrites · 5 years

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i read u dont take requests but i was curious if i could please have ghiaccio and sere nere? just ignore this if youre busy though

Ghiaccio liked his car, he loved to driveand he didn’t mind showing off how expensive, uselessly so, his vehicle was. Hewas the type to dart around the streets of Naples just to make the engine roar,unconcerned with the eyerolls of people and the jabs at his need to compensate.And that was exactly why he hated, with the deepest loathing inside of his soul,when he had to stuck in traffic, left in a sea of cars and noisy people as hewatched the clock of his own vehicle tick away with the time passing.

He hated it in particular after a mission,when he was on the highway to come back home and he found queues of carswaiting to pass and move forward. Just like in that precise moment. With a loudgroan, he stopped right behind jalopy that belonged in a dump and his grip onthe wheel tightened to the point his knuckles became white. He took a quickglance over the street, to check the state of the traffic, and threw his headback to hit the padding of the seat with a barely choked yell of frustration.Slumping, he barely managed to keep his feet on the pedals, and he had half anidea of turning off the engine completely just to relax his legs.

As minutes stretched into hours, Ghiacciowas getting progressively more furious. His teammates even called him to knowwhere he was, they needed the report to cash in the money of the mission, butlaughed right in his face when he explained his predicament. With his nervesalready strained, he resisted the urge to turn on the radio, because then hewas sure he’d find something idiotic in the way a singer worded their lyrics orin the news. And if he got angry, he’d punch the stereo until it broke again,which would only sour his mood at the thought of spending his newly earnedmoney on repairing it. Then that concept would make him degenerate either intopressing down the accelerator pedal and cause an incident, or trash his ownplace once he got home and he didn’t want to deal with the mess the day after.

He breathed through gritted teeth,forceful. He was tired of moving agonizingly slow, only a few meters every fewminutes, as the sound of the car penetrated inside his brain. He attempted tolet him mind wander, to get off his seat with his imagination, but he felt likehe was anchored in the boring present. He just wanted to get home, take off hisshoes, the sweaty clothes, then eat something he would order. Too tired tocook, he didn’t have anyone who he could call to let them know he would be lateand they could wrap a nice dinner to leave inside the oven.

That thought was a simple flash, but itleft a trail behind itself. His grip was painful for his fingers now, and heattempted to ease the strain on his hands. He noticed the car in front of himmoved, so he pressed down on the pedal and moved forward with so little speedthat he didn’t even bounce slightly when the braked. As soon as his mind wasn’tpreoccupied with the need to drive properly, the reflection came back to himand, for someone who didn’t know Ghiaccio, he looked almost aloof in spite ofhis usual temper. But his jaw was clenched, his legs tense, his knuckles pale,as memories upon memories swirled inside his head with lucid and annoyingclarity.

You didn’t leave anything behind for himto really remember, and he presumed it made sense because the break up happenedmonths ago. Yet, somehow, the memories still lingered to cut him deep enough toburn. When he woke up, it wasn’t the empty bed to really upset him, but the lackof another cup inside the sink or of the coffee pot waiting for him on thestove. It was the absence of the murmur of the television while you checked thenews, the weather forecast or simply the first program that caught your interestwhile you didn’t even see him get out of the room.

The car before him moved again, and withhis feet on the pedal, the memory faded and was blown away from his mind as thewheels turned again. Then again, still in the sea of metal and tired faces thatwas the traffic to enter Naples. The day the two of you decided to go to thebeach together came back to him because he recalled how your head restedagainst the window as he ranted, ranted, ranted against the convoy of carsmoving so slowly, about the horrible idea of going away so late and being caughtin the traffic. In hindsight, Ghiaccio could see you wanted to simply rest thatday, to spend time with him at the beach and then nap during the drive back,but his yells didn’t allow you to close your eyes.

His jaw clenched again, with painfulforce, and he forced the memory down. He tried to think about anything else,but he had a hard time letting go once his focus was on his past. He hatedbeing idle like that for that exact reason, because his mind would centeraround something useless or idiotic, and he would have to deal with theinability to stop thinking. He tapped his fingers nervously against the wheel,trying to fight against the bubbling rage inside of his body, into his bloodstream,and a flood of other thoughts occupied his mind. This time, despite thepossibility to move forward, Ghiaccio couldn’t focus on the car in front ofhim.

You would have called him already at thishour, he considered after a quick peek at the clock, you would have beenworried about his whereabouts. Because of his job, you tended to concernyourself with business that didn’t affect you, and he would have simply harshlytold you that same thought with the little foresight of keeping his volumelower than he was used to. You would sigh, and he would have hated the soundcoming from the speaker. He glanced at the phone thrown on the passenger’s seat;he didn’t miss your sighs, or your misplaced apprehension, but he rememberedhow he anticipated a call the days following the break up.

He wasn’t the type to complain about thosefutile things, he would raise his voice and lose his temper over his rank in Passioneor about his paycheck, about the misuse of language or the weird ways of saying.But breaking up with his partner was nothing too important after all, he was amobster and an assassin, he shouldn’t get involved with romantic relationshipsanyway. He even demanded reasons, and he deemed what they said stupid, uselessworries that would be countered by the pros he could bring on the table. But theydidn’t seem to care about his reasoning, just walking away as he started toyell louder, looking around to find something breakable.

A horn pierced through his thoughts and hefelt like he was woken up from a slumber, pissed off and still exhausted. Lookahead of him, he noticed how there were several meters distancing his car fromthe wreck in front of him, so he pressed down the pedal and approached the rearof the vehicle with a bit too much speed for such a short distance. Once he wasstill again, he looked at the rearview mirror to look the driver behind him inthe eyes and flipped them off for the previous honking. He ignored the annoyedlook on their face and looked, focused on the road ahead. It seemed like thetraffic was starting to scatter, to move quicker.

With the sudden relief of moving with morefluidity, without the oppressive cage of cars around him. A few more minutes, halfan hour, and he was out of that nightmare. He didn’t have the time to continuewith his train of thought as he drove around the steep streets of Naples toreach his own apartment. The report and the mission be damned, he needed to cooloff in an environment he felt safe, cozy. He parked at his usual spot, but acar was way too close and badly positioned, making the maneuver more difficultthat necessary. Ghiaccio felt fury well up, his nerves tested after too muchstrain, and he kicked the door of the car as he passed by, leaving a visibledent.

With a growl, he walked to the door of thebuilding, climbed the stairs and slammed the door when he got inside his ownhome. The sun wasn’t setting yet, but it didn’t reach the windows that facedthe wall of the building nearby, so the main room was casted in darkness when helooked around. He could see the outline of the sofa, of the television, the barrentable and the arch that separated the kitchen from the living room, but it wasonly thanks to his memory. He felt a slight stinging sensation at theemptiness, the silence that came after the rumble of the slammed door wasdistant. He masked that hurt with a new surge of irritation.

He threw his shoes to the side, walked tothe couch, just to lie down without too much hesitation. His mind wandered tothe memory of your hands playing his hair so many times before, and he groanedloudly. He sat up, took off his glasses and slumped back down with theintention to simply sleep, forget all about the day he just had, about themission and the traffic, the break up and everything in between. He was hungry,he felt dirty and sweaty, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand up for such a pointlessmotive.

And if you were there you would nag at himto sit at the table and eat the food you left for him, that you would get histhings ready for the shower before you went to bed. He gritted his teeth, theimage clear as day behind his eyelids, as he could hear every single note ofyour voice and observe every twitch of your muscles as you moved around theapartment. As if you left a trail for his mind to follow when his attentiondidn’t focus on anything, when he would allow himself to relax even a littlebit.

He sat up again, looking over the backrestof the sofa, over the kitchen. Unused, clean, he wasn’t even sure he had foodaround and he did tell himself he would order something to eat. But he couldn’tallow himself, not when everything became a little more blue when he was idle,and he could feel the red and white hotness of rage inside of him trying toreclaim his mood. Because if he allowed the anger to take over in order tosuffocate the sadness, he would break something he didn’t need or reminded himof you, and he would have to deal with it the next day. He would let you win somehow,a race you didn’t even want to participate in, but that he set up with himself onlyto prove himself he didn’t need you.

He stood up and he went to the kitchen,fishing for the few ingredients he had around. He settled for carbonara, evenif he didn’t have the right meat for it and he would bitch and moan tomorrow tothe poor teammate who would collect his report. But Ghiaccio could accept thatanger, he didn’t mind his temper when it came to language or traditions, to hispaycheck or his team’s rank. Because if he was screaming about those things, hewasn’t thinking of your absence. He could fill the silence if he was loud, and eventuallyhe would just grow from this, get over it. It wasn’t like he was dead, afterall.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #angst #i tried bc sere nere is pretty sad but ghiaccio is just angry #hope you like it!#Anonymous

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1rosex · 5 years

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BTS reaction to having a crush on another member’s best friend (Maknae Line)

Request: i dont know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could you do a bts reaction to falling in love with another member's best friend and being insecure about telling the person his feelings?

Hyung Line

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Jimin

Jimin watched as you got out of the car and stepped onto the driveway, and then watched as a stray cat approached you and you crouched down to pet it. He lifted the apple up to his mouth, then felt the warmth of a large hand on his shoulder, dropping the apple in fear. He whipped around and came to face with a surprised looking Taehyung. “Oh- my bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Taehyung laughed apologetically and looked out the window, then back at Jimin. “What are you doing? You look kind of creepy standing here and watching my best friend, not gonna lie. I don’t need to warn her to get a restraining order do I?”

Jimin laughed dryly and turned back to the window, you were gone. He scanned the area for a while then picked his apple back up. “No. Just watching the birds.”

“Jimin, I saw you staring directly at Y/N and a cat. They’re not birds last time I checked.You don’t have a crush on her do you?” He asked, studying the younger man’s face. Jimin avoided eye contact and gave a quiet chuckle, his eyes flicking along the driveway. “No.. Why would I? She’s best friends with you Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, the visual man with a great voice. Not like I’d even have a chance there.” The apple crunched as he bit into it, Taehyung furrowed his bold brows in thought. “Think about it Jimin.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow and gave Tae a confused look, urging him to elaborate.

“She’s friends with me. Friends. We have been best friends for a long time, you would have thought she’d be with me by now if she liked me. And I only think of her as a friend. Yes, I am Kim Taehyung. But you are Park Jimin, and you aren’t any ordinary guy either.” Taehyung gave him a knowing look, then went to answer the door. Jimin followed Taehyung out of the room with his gaze, then turned back to the driveway as you came bounding up to the house. You had been following the cat for a while only to see that it wasn’t a stray afterall. You didn’t even knock on the door before it opened, revealing a smiling Taehyung. “Y/N! Hello.”

You greeted him as you stepped inside, and saw Jimin leaning against the kitchen wall. He smiled shyly at you and waved, which you returned. Taehyung looked at you and then at Jimin, a plan forming in his head.

“Uhm actually.. I have to go run to the store.”

“Oh i can come with-” You started but Taehyung interrupted. “No no, it’s okay I’m just going to run there. Why don’t you stay behind and help Jimin prep for lunch? Please?” He asked. You nodded, having no problem with doing so. Jimin was a good friend of yours too, though you didn’t get much quality time with him. Taehyung gave you both a smile and went for the door, giving Jimin a wink on the way out. Jimin turned to you, a small smile on his face.

“.. Can you come sit with me on the balcony? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Taehyung

“Soo.. just tell him.” Yoongi told you as he took a sip of his coffee. “Just tell him? Just tell him??” You asked with an exasperated sigh. “I can’t do that Yoongi. What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I get rejected? I’d never be able to show my face around here again.”

On the other side of the house, Taehyung was ranting to Jimin who sat across from him, scarfing down his ramen. “Okay. Okay! I’m gonna do it! I am going to tell her and nothing is going to stop me!” Taehyung slammed his hands down on the table and got to his feet, heading for the door. “That’s my man!” Jimin cheered as Taehyung marched out. Not even 10 seconds had passed and Taehyung was already rushing back into the room. “I can’t do it, I can’t tell her” He hid his head in his hands and leaned against the wall. Jimin let out a deep sigh and put down his chopsticks.”Taehyung, you have to tell Y/N sooner or later. If not then I’m just going to tell her myself cause I’m tired of watching you suffer.”

“That won’t happen.” Yoongi sighed. “You don’t know that..” You took a seat on the ground and let out a deep breath, trying to think clearly. This had been torturing you for days, and even the advice of your best friend Yoongi wasn’t helping. He had been encouraging you to confess your feelings, but you were terrified.

“We are going to go tell her right now.” Jimin got to his feet and started to walk out of the room, being promptly chased by Taehyung. “No! Don’t tell her please!” He begged but Jimin didn’t stop. So Taehyung did the only thing he could think of, he tackled him.

“Y/N, if you don’t do this now, you may never know. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. You’re going to keep pushing it off again and again until it’s too late and you’ve missed your chance. You don’t want to live with that, do you? Don’t be stupid. Just tell him, I have your back if anything goes wrong.” Yoongi watched as you stared at the ground, then looked up at him with a smile. “Ah, I knew the soft side of you was in there somewhere yoongles~”

“Shut up and tell him before I go and do it myself.”

You shakily made your way down the stairs, furrowing your brows when you heard shuffling and grunting coming from downstairs.

“Get off Tae!”

“I’m not letting you tell her!”

“Someone has to!”

They suddenly froze when they saw you standing there, Taehyung had Jimin in a chokehold and Jimin had his arms wrapped around his waist. You giggled as Taehyung gave you an embarrassed smile.

“Uhhh.., Tae has something to tell you.” Jimin slipped out of his grasp and sprinted away before he could stop him. Taehyung turned back to you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I do have something to tell you Y/N..”

“I do too..”

“You go first”

“No you can”

“No-”

“I like you Taehyung” You blurted out.

“ I like you and maybe you don’t feel the same but- wait what??” Taehyung’s mouth dropped. You both stared at each other in disbelief, then Taehyung started smiling.

“Oh my. I never thought I’d hear those words.. But wow am I glad I just did.”

Jungkook

“No Jungkook. Absolutely not. Bad busan bitches don’t catch feelings.” Jungkook mused as he took a drink of his banana milk. “Why would I even like her? She’s only cute. And funny. And kind. And she’s got a stunning voice I could listen to all day. Plus the best personality I’ve ever come across. And she sends me memes and vines...”

“...Who are you talking to?”

“HYUNG” Jungkook jumped a foot in the air, not realizing Jin was in the kitchen, he thought he was alone.

“More importantly, who are you talking about?” Jin asked while smiling knowingly.

“No one. I was just rehearsing a line from a drama I watched.. Haha.. yeah..”

“You couldn’t be talking about my best friend?” Jin asked.

“No, of course not. Why would I? Now if you excuse me, I have practice to get to.” Jungkook huffed and walked out of the kitchen. A second later, he poked his head back in. “You uhm.. Don’t happen to know if Y/N talks about me do you?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

Jungkook nodded slowly then rushed to his room to get a change of clothes and shower. Not that he cared or anything, though. Cause bad Busan bitches don’t catch feelings, remember?

Later that night, you helped prepare dinner and set the table with Jin. Everyone was gathered around laughing and joking with each other, except for one person. “Y/N you’ve already helped me out tonight so much, and I thank you for it. But can you do me one last favor and go look for Jungkook?” Jin asked you. You were happy to comply, and left the dining room to go find him. You were about to turn the corner to the hallway and ran straight into another figure. You both yelped and fell back, but you soon realized it was just Jungkook.

“Oh my goodness you gave me a heart attack.” You sighed as you put your hand over your chest.

“Well it’s payback for giving me one everyday” Jungkook wheezed.

“What?

“What?” His eyes widened when he realized what he had said.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean.. Phew lovely night, gotta go catch some dinner!” He tried to rush past you but you stopped him. “No no, explain”

Jungkook gnawed at his bottom lip with his two front teeth, then sighed and turned to you. “I mean as in.. you make my heart flutter. Oh god that sounds so cheesy now that I said it..”

You gave him a lopsided smile. “Jungkook.. Is that a confession?”

“... would you be afraid if it was?”

“No. Because I like you.” You could see him trying desperately to hide his excitement.

“Then yes. That’s a confession. I like you too Y/N.”

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts request #kpop reactions #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #rm #suga #jhope #v #min yoongi #bts fluff #bts writing

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[RANT ALERT. I WATCHED A MOVIE sorry not sorry for the essay. also completely unrelated but i just discovered you can make this sign ° by holding down the zero. i’ve been wondering how to do that lmao]

okay so my sister wanted to watch “spies in disguise” and i said okay because i hadn’t seen it and i kind of went in with low expectations because i didn’t love the last few movies i’d seen with that style of animation (secret life of pets 1&2, frozen 2 [please don’t kill me-kill matpat. i thought it was good because i liked the first one... until he pointed out the shit ton of flaws]) and HOLY H*CKING FUCK it was good. it wasn’t the best movie i’ve seen but it was a hell of a lot better than i expected.

the first thing i noticed was the lack of continuity errors. [spoilers start here but i’m pretty sure most people have seen it bc i watched it late] when whatshisface uhhh lance shot the pink goop out of the pen and it sprayed on the wall i was like “well i can’t see where it sprayed but i’ll keep an eye out if it changes angle” and when it went down to wilbur’s angle it was on the wall. when spy guy was a pigeon and trying to get in his car, after he fell on the window shield, there were smudges. i don’t know, a lot of movies i watch don’t pay careful attention to things like that and i can’t even IMAGINE how meticulous the animators had to be to keep things like that. AND IT WAS LIKE THAT FOR THE WHOLE MOVIE. after bad guy dragged pigeon dude’s chair to the window to watch his son he unwillingly adopted two days ago drown, the skid marks where still on the ground when it was later and dark out.

I also loved how they actually showed people getting hurt- mainly William. when he failed his parkour level and fell into all of those lights, there were bruises on his face and he had a black eye. when he was slammed through that brick wall at the end because the pigeons carrying him can’t aim, he had blood and shit on his face!! i feel like i never see that in animated movies, or it goes away really quick. i was like holy fuck they let him do an oopsie and face the consequences of having a busted up face and not just take it away because he’s a mAiN cHaRaCtEr.

The animation was super funny too. when the pigeon cussed and they bleeped over his mouth? amazing. when pigeon’s head was squeezed and his eyes were popping out? loved it. when pigeon was smashed with keyboard and scraped off desk into trash can like a bug off of a windshield? i cackled.

i also loved how much diversity was in the movie! people at the agency were all different shapes sizes and colors! they had young people! old people! in between! marcy (the fall who thought lance was evil) had darker skin. lance had brown skin. the lady who checked people into the agency was old and had a darker skin tone. it was fucking awesome and gave the scenes a shit ton more depth. i don’t know shit about shit but i thought it was cool.

also that kid is gonna have some weird shit on his resumé. “turned best spy in the world into pigeon. chucked best spy in the world off of building. saved best spy in the world by deleting the bones of the man who was about to kill him. was kissed by the best spy in the world while he was naked. defeated Evil Bad Guy with gay bombs and hugs.” i mean damn. that kid’s future is brighter than misha collins’ smile. well... not quite. i don’t think anything has succeeded being brighter than that.

ALSO when the credits came on at the beginning n and i saw “sexy female love interest pigeon” i was like “well fuck. i wanted a spy movie and i got a stupid hetero bird romance movie” but literally the female bird was the one courting HIM. and he was like haha nah and after a bit she gave it up. honestly i was getting more romantic vibes from Wallace and Pigeon Dude. i mean maybe it’s because i’m gay (actually it’s probably because i’m gay) but like. the kiss. while he was naked. after spy dude shot Wensley with the tranquilizer thing, the last thing Walker said was “Lance...” in the most heartbroken tone. and when spy dude was locked in the chair still after the kid came back and the kid came and sat on his lap like he owned the thing, and spy guy was confused for a second but then just like “fuck it. let’s roll homos.”

i dont ship it because obviously Winston’s like 18 or something but. there’s something there. i mean. destiel doesn’t even have a kiss. let alone a kiss while one of the people is nAKED. so.. i don’t know what the creators were trying to get across, but whether it was gay intentions, or hetero bro intentions and my gay filter highlited the romance, i got something.

also the twink who fist bumped bird man at the beginning and was like “!!!! did you see that??!!!!?1!1?1!!” to the buff guy next to him and he was like “omfg never wash that hand. can i hold it?” DUDE. that was THE smoothest fucking way to ask to hold someone’s hand. and when the robot destroyer things were breaking in and the small guy had his fist aimed at the door, buff guy like braced himself against the first dude. and he was literally like spooning him while standing up.

tl;dr i loved the movie. it was pretty gay (i think). you should watch it. to quote myself, i don’t know shit about shit, but i think it was cool. also congratulations if you made it all the way down here just to see my shitty opinions. you get a gold star and a hug. ⭐️ (hug) thank you lovelies. and if you skipped your way down here, i still appreciate you :) thank y’all and goodnight

#i don’t think this will get any notes but i thought i’d share because i have a lot to say about things i like #if you actually read this holy fuck thank you #let me know if y’all like this rambling shit or just want memes #because i have a shit ton of stuff to say but i also have a shit ton of memes #night y’all

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You’re All That I Need Chapter 8 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 7

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

The rest of the tour went by pretty uneventful, aside from a couple alphas checking Tommy out. But one look from Nikki had them turning their heads and admiring the closest wall art. Tommy hadn’t slipped into a heat yet, and both the bassist and drummer were a little worried the prolonged use of suppressants caused more harm than good.

“I don’t know what to do Mick,” Tommy sighed, laying his head on the back of the couch he was sitting on. “Nikki hasn’t had a rut to trigger my heat, and I haven’t had a heat to trigger his rut.”

“Have you done…”

“Yes,”

“And the…”

“Yes,”

“Even the…”

“Mick, we’ve done everything!” Tommy groaned. “Maybe it was a fluke thing…” He looked down at his hands. “Maybe I’m broken or something?”

“Look kid, we’ve got one show left. Maybe your body is just holding off until it knows you’ll be in a safer location?” Mick suggested. “We finish up in LA and you and Nikki can be safe in one of your places within an hour of the show ending.”

“I hope so,” Tommy looked across to where Nikki and Vince were talking about some notes. “I don’t want to lose him.”

"Let's get a move on, Mick, Tommy," Nikki shouted from the hall.

“Well, let’s get out there before he uses his alpha voice,” Tommy changed the subject. Even though, he honestly loved the alpha voice. It was time for the show to start, the last one before they headed back to LA, and home.

The guys brought it all to this show, no one looked road weary it was like the energy at the first concert of the tour, everyone was amped up. After the show the whole band spilled off the stage interacting with the crew and groupies. Tommy got separated from Nikki in the fray, and uncomfortably found himself alone.

Well not alone, alone, a sickening smell caught Tommy's attention, and he realized he most definitely wasn't alone and that was not his alpha.

"Well, well, I thought it had to be a lie that Motley Crue was traveling around with an unmarked omega.... but here you are, ripe for the taking." the alpha taunted gruffly while attempting to loom over Tommy. He licked his lips as he eyes roamed up and down Tommy’s body.

“Yeah sorry, I’m taken,” Tommy turned to head towards the dressing room areas, where he knew the big security guards would keep this alpha away from him. When he had shown his true self to everyone, Nikki made sure that Doc knew no alpha was going near Tommy without permission.

The alpha sniffed "You smell like the others but your not mated.... and I dont think your beta friends are going to save you." The alpha caged him in, Tommy was trying not to gag from the foul odor emanating from the alpha.

From down the hallway Tommy heard Nikki shout his name, he jerked his head to answer but was cut off when the alphas beefy arm cut off his air. "Your going to be my omega, as talented as you are I won't pup you right away, I'll let you bring in some money first."

“N-N…” Tommy was losing consciousness and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to say no, or call for Nikki. As black dots started to dance across his eyes, he felt teeth scrape across his skin and a tear fell down his cheek.

Tommy wasn't sure when he was able to breathe again it happened all of a sudden, he thought he was blacking out and then he could breathe, and there was a lot of shouting going on.

"The fuck do you think your doing to him, you fucker?" Nikki growled ready to rip the alphas throat out with his teeth for touching Tommy.

"You guys are the one parading an unmated omega around... you had to figure someone would come to take him. Now little beta walk away before I hurt you," the alpha snarled. Tommy slid down the wall, watching it all.

Nikki was confused for a second, then remembered the bracelet. It had the mixed scents of all four of them, and the alpha was too distracted by Tommy to pick up on the distinct alpha smell....and that was going to cost him. Nikki did something he rarely did, and let his alpha out completely, knowing soul deep it wouldn't hurt Tommy. Nikki's eyes flashed red, "you want to run that plan by me again cocksucker?"

The alpha turned muscles tense ready for a fight, but when he saw Nikki's red eyes and enlarged fangs he turned tail and ran. Nikki tried to calm himself down now that there was no threat and he heard Tommy talking to him, but all his alpha said was take, claim, mate.

"We....w...we need to go Tommy...I can't..." Nikki ground out, eyes burning fiery red behind his black bangs.

“Nikki? What’s wrong?” Tommy reached out and touched him, but his smelled had changed and it was starting to trigger something in Tommy.

"Nikki, Tommy there you idiots are," Mick stopped in his tracks, "Oh, fuck. Hey, we need to go, you guys need to come on and I'll get you somewhere safe." Mick watched Nikki prepare to hunker down and protect Tommy, "Tommy, Nikki's in rut, like he's gone, you need to get him to come with us before your heat hits or we are fucked and not in the fun way." Mick coaxed.

“Okay, I’ll try,” Tommy whimpered a bit. His throat hurt and honestly, he didn’t want to move. He wanted to be right by his alpha in this hallway. “Fuck my heats coming Mick. How do I get him to get away from here? Just walk out and he’ll follow?”

"Fucking idiots," Mick muttered under his breath, "Tell him your not leaving but he needs to come with you quickly, it will make you happy for him to follow you,” he directed moving down the hallway.

“Okay,” Tommy looked at Nikki. “Nikki, baby, I need to go lay down. It would make me very happy if you would come with me.” He took a step and Nikki grabbed onto him, not wanting his alpha to leave him. “Nikki, please. We need to go. I don’t feel good.”

Nikki could tell by the tone of voice the omega was using that something was wrong, he was able to tame down his alpha some. Tommy could see the natural green waring with the red, "Let's go quickly," Nikki grunted.

Mick thanked whomever was watching when they got Nikki and Tommy on the bus. He all but shoved them into the back and slammed the door shut.

"What the hell Mick?" Vince asked. “What’s going on? Why are we in such a rush?”

"Something triggered Nikkis rut, and he dropped fast, and was pulling Tommy into fucking heat in the middle of the God damn hallway.....that's what. I'm too old for this bullshit where's my vodka...." Mick ranted. Vince handed him a bottle to help calm him down.

"So I'm guessing we don't want to open that door for anything..." Vince confirmed.

"What do you think? Aw shit...radio Doc we need to hole them up in a hotel. I'm not riding all night on this bus while they fuck like bunnies." Mick complained. Vince nodded and went to the CB that connected to the bus Doc was on.

“Oh god, I’m so glad that we’re betas,” Vince groaned, closing his eyes. He missed the small look that passed over Mick’s face.

“You fuck like an omega in heat. I don’t want to hear it,” Mick looked around, finding two pairs of headphones for the stereo system built into the bus. He tossed one to Vince. “Get the music ready. We’re going to need this.”

****

Tommy had pulled Nikki into bed and stripped them down to their underwear. Tommy could tell he wasn't ready, but knew Nikki needed the contact. Well, actually, Tommy wanted the contact too, but not as much as he would if his fucking heat would just hit already.

“Nikki…” Tommy whispered, brushing his hair back. His eyes were a kaleidoscope of red and green. His alpha wanted to claim Tommy, make him his, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good right now. Tommy’s omega was scared, and it felt the bus wasn’t safe, despite his alpha right there. He wanted to be in a room so he could have his alpha to himself, away from rough alphas or even other betas.

The bus ride seemed surprisingly short. Tommy was curled up beside Nikki, the alpha on guard for anything that might endanger the omega. There was a knock at the door, drawing their attention.

"Can you guys get it together enough to get to a room?" Mick shouted through the door. Tommy felt Nikki shift beside him and his arms tighten around him.

"Yea, Mick but we need to go straight there you got everything?" Nikki shouted back his voice deeper than normal.

"I got you covered Sixx. I have your room key, Vince has the duffles, let's go." Mick confirmed.

Nikki wrapped Tommy in a sheet, but went without covering himself. It wouldn't be the first time Mick saw him in his boxers. He opened the door, and stepped through, Tommy followed him and once they were off the bus, Nikki wrapped his arm protectively around Tommy. Mick walked in front and Vince behind, into the hotel and onto the elevator. Nikki felt surprisingly comfortable around the betas considering the circumstances. A few minutes later saw, Mick was letting them into their room, built for mates in heat and/or rut and would keep the worst of the scent inside.

"I'll check on you guys tomorrow, there should be water in the fridge and protein bars near the coffee pot. I'll bring real food tomorrow. Take care of him Nikki," Mick ordered.

Nikki felt surprised that Micks order didn't piss him off, "I always take care of him. Talk to you tomorrow." was Nikki's only response before shutting and locking the door.

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Nightmares [loki oneshot]

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Loki x family (angst)

Genre: MAJOR FLUFF AND ANGST

Word Count: Around 2,000 words?

Warning: Starts off with some major angst stuff... I warned you

A/N: I’m off hiatus for a bit, and decided that I would be attempting to continue series and finish up/publish the requests that I got from a lot of people. I apologize for being on hiatus for so long, honestly I wasn’t expecting to be out this long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the requested oneshot!

Summary: Loki has a nightmare, and goes to the reader to comfort him.

Loki’s gaze wandered to the fields of flowers, staring at the weeping willow by the small shimmering lake. Seeing the small figures playing around, his eyes glimmered. Running through the grassy fields, his arms extended forward.

“Mom! Thor! Odin!” Loki yelled, his pace began to quicken as they turned their heads. A sudden rumbling made Loki’s eyes widen, he gazed at his family.

“Run! Go!” Loki screamed, his family only smiled and turned, unaware of what was going on around them. The ground shook again, knocking Loki off of his feet. He attempted to stand again, but the quaking of the ground underneath him was too strong. Tears pricked Loki’s eyes as he crawled, his family only a few yards from him.

The world split into two. The giant hole was right behind his family, their panicked expressions made Loki’s stomach turn.

His father was the first to fall. Loki clenched his jaw tightly, slowly attempting to stand up. He didn’t know why there was a small feeling of regret when his father fell, but he wasn’t as important to him as the two others-- who seemed too horrified to move. His knees were buckling beneath him--but he ignored his aching body.

His brother and mother began to lose their balance. Loki’s vision was soon clouded, as his breaths began to come uneasy. Leaping outward, he grabbed his mother’s and brother’s hand as they began to fall, holding them as his life depended on it. The veins in his arms popped instantly, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body as he stared at them.

“I can’t go…” his brother muttered,“... not like this.” Loki’s arms were trembling, his body slowly starting to slip into the hole. Loki’s mother, Frigga, gazed at him, tears forming in her eyes.

“Honey. Let us go.” Loki shook his head furiously, biting his lower lip. He soon tasted a metallic fluid but refused to think about anything else.

“I-I c-can’t,” Loki croaked out. “I’ll lose you. I’ll save you. I can do it.” Loki’s arms burned; his whole body began to feel like it was set ablaze. He couldn’t lose them. They were all he had left in this cruel world-- as much as he refused to believe it, pushing them away every chance he got. The truth was now revealed in the worst case scenario. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut.

“Look at me, brother.” His brother rasped, Loki complied. The first thing he saw was his brother’s icy blue eyes, and how they were filled with sorrow. Loki’s never saw that look on his brother’s face.

They were always filled with hope.

Joy...

Happiness...

Faith...

“Loki…” his brother trailed on. “I want you to know… that I love you. I really do. I want you to know that--no matter what, I’ll still keep my promise to you. I’ll watch over you, I’ll protect you. But I need you to be strong.” Loki began to wail, he didn’t want to hear the ending, he shook his head frantically.

“No. Don’t finish it. I don’t want to hear-”

“Loki. I want you, to let us go. Live your life that you dreamed of Loki, you think I didn’t see the journals you secretly kept in your chambers?

“Do what you want Loki. Mother, father, and I--we’ll watch over you from above. And when the time is right--we’ll become a family again. But that won’t happen for a very long time.” Loki stared at his brother’s eyes, seeing the small tears drip down.

His brother didn’t cry. Because he was strong… so the fact that he was now…

“Loki, sweetie.” His mother interjected, she brought her other hand up to touch his cheek, Loki tilted his head to her hand, feeling the warmth emitting from it. Tears brimmed from the corners of his eyes.

“You’ll do great things, never forget that. No matter what anyone says, what anyone might do--you trust your own instincts. We’ll be beside you through your journey, and we’ll help you guide you to your happy ending.

“I love you, my son. But it’s time for your family to go.” Her grip on his hand began to loosen, Loki panicked.

“NO! You can’t do this to me! I don’t want you to leave! Don’t leave me! I’ll be able to help! We’ll all be safe-”

“Loki. Ever since you were little, you despised the word ‘goodbye’, so let’s just say we’ll see you later. Far from now. But we’ll see you eventually. Remember that.” His brother said, loosening his grip as well. Loki’s eyes flooded with tears, tightening his grip on their wrists.

“You’re not leaving me alone! I can’t be alone! I-I-I won’t be able to h-handle it. Who’s going to teach me to do things? Tell me to take risks? Who am I supposed to look to when I-I’m vulnerable. I-I can’t do this. I want to come with you.” Loki blurted.

“You’ll do remarkable things without us. Good people who care for you will guide you--and you’ll have great allies along the way. Trust me, Loki.” His mother said reassuringly. Her grip loosened more. “I love you.” His brother’s grip loosened as well.

“Do well, little brother. Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

Loki’s mind went blank. The ringing in his ears multiplied, uncontrollably shaking.

They were gone.

Loki gasped, jolting from his position in the bed. He grabbed an old mirror; his tear-stained face was disgusting. He looked at the mirror again, seeing the little boy with onyx bangs covering his eyes, his smile brighter than the sun itself. And beside him, were his two parents and elder brother, holding hands with one another. He threw the mirror across the room, hearing it shatter against the wall. He grabbed his tunic, squeezing it tightly.

He couldn’t breathe.

His hair stuck to his forehead, he scoffed. He hated his onyx hair. It reminded him too much of them. He checked the time, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get any shut-eye before his day began.

His feet moved on their own. Making their way off into the bathroom sink, he twisted the handle, watching the water pour into the drain. He cupped his hands, letting the water fill them--the cold temperature making him feel more empty. He brought the water to his face, letting the cold feeling spread. He turned off the sink and ruffled his hair. He looked up, staring at his reflection.

“Remember--there’s nothing you can’t accomplish.”

“But I couldn’t save you.” Loki breathed out. “If I was able to accomplish anything, I wouldn’t feel so broken inside. I would’ve been able to save you, to hold you all.” He stared at his reflection, his bottom lip trembling. “I would’ve been able, to tell you all how much I appreciated you. But I was too selfish to admit that I did.”

“If I could accomplish anything--I should’ve told you all I loved you. Even when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to see you all for a long time. I could’ve even tell them ‘I love you’ back.”

Staring at the picture frame, he frowned at the old memory.

“I’ll see you later, mother.” He muttered, leaving his chambers… “because you never liked goodbyes.”

He blamed himself for his mother’s death, although he hated to admit it. If he wasn’t corrupted in such ways and shown the bloody monster to the staircase-- she would still be alive-- supporting her idiotic son. His mother was someone truly there for him, and someone that would stick along with him while his father would rant about Thor’s excellence.

He made his way out of his room, his feet moving on their own. He moved through the empty streets of New York, the flashing lights reminding him of his nightmare.

Slowly trudging up the driveway, he noticed it began to drizzle slightly. Hearing the rain, he smiled and looked up to the sky.

He paused his movements, letting the rain fall onto his body.

“Loki! What are you doing?” A voice interrupted his thoughts, one that seemed extremely worried. Loki opened his eyes, face-to-face with a cross figure.

“What did I tell you about standing in the rain? Get inside for crying out loud!” The figure bickered, pushing Loki into their house. Slamming the door shut, the figure sighed.

“I have a change of clothes for you, from the last time you were here.” Loki nodded his head, silent. The figure immediately picked this up but decided not to ask right away.

“I’ll make us a cup of tea while you change-- after, we can talk about it. Is that all right?” The figure asked, cupping Loki’s cheek. Ice cold.

Loki nodded, grabbing the change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Loki whispered, kissing the top of (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) hummed in response, making their way to the kitchen.

When Loki arrived in the kitchen, (Y/N) had set the kettle down on their dining table, pouring the hot liquid into two teacups. Turning their attention to Loki, they grinned sadly.

“Have a seat, Loki. I have all night.” Loki nodded and sat in his chair, grasping the teacup gently. Taking a sip of the sweet substance, he stared at (Y/N).

“I presume you’re here because the incident occurred again?” Loki nodded slowly in response; (Y/N)’s eyes widened, setting his/her cup down on the saucer. Loki stared at the ground, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. Two hands grasped his, making Loki stare at the figure.

(Y/N) smiled softly, sitting on Loki’s lap. Wrapping his/her arms around Loki’s torso, [s]he buried his/her face in Loki’s neck, inhaling his scent softly. Rubbing his lower back in small, calming circles, they began to hum softly.

Loki wrapped his arms around her/him as well, listening to their voice. The silence of the atmosphere soothed him, his breathing beginning to get closer.

(Y/N) removed themselves from Loki minutes later, leading him to their bed.

Making their way out of the room, Loki grasped his/her hand tightly.

“Don’t leave me too,” he pleadingly spoke out. (Y/N) inhaled deeply, tucking herself/himself into bed beside Loki.

“I won’t Loki, you know I won’t.” Loki frowned at (Y/N)’s statement; would she be around him… and for how long?

Loki wrapped his arms around (Y/N) tightly, his demeanor changed completely when he was down and depressed.

In the morning, he knew that he would be back to being a sarcastic know-it-all, teasing his lover to the brink of exhaustion; but in moments like this, he knew he could depend on (Y/N).

(Y/N) knew that Loki was someone who needed a lot of comforts, he had experienced so much as a child, and not to mention his life overall. And (Y/N) wanted to there for him, not out of pity, but as a sign of commitment; that he/she cared for Loki so dearly, that they were willing to embrace Loki’s differences, and help him overcome his demons he had troubles dealing with.

It wasn’t hard either. Loki didn’t like to converse about it-- unless he was completely distraught, the sheer touch of someone he cared for around him, was enough to comfort him in the toughest times he faced nowadays.

You stared at Loki’s sleeping figure, sighing to yourself. No matter how much he did, or what he did, you still loved him; even after all the damn things, he put you through.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly messaged Tony.

[13:02] FYI, I’m going to be with Loki for a while, so don’t send the damn Avengers like you did last time.

[13:10] All right, thanks (Y/N).

Shutting off your phone, you smiled and cuddled closer next to Loki. You loved him, everything about him made you feel like you were soaring. And you would do anything to make him feel happy and know that he had a place in the world.

Your eyelids began to drop slowly, losing consciousness.

...

What you didn’t know-- was that something bigger was about to emerge from the unknown, and test your limits…

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pr1ncemax · 5 years

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tw for negativity, self-hate, and self harm below the cut

I forget sometimes that no one in the rpc actually is there for ME they're there for my muse i dont matter it kinda fucks me up lowkey and im actually having really bad thoughts right now and i m not convinced its a glitch and i gotta try to keep my ooc posts vs my ic posts to different blogs thats why im loosing followers im sure of it im just annoying and i realize that i dont even know why im thinking about this so much i havent thought of self harm in quite some time#and suddenly im thinking about it almost every day the last week#this isnt normal this isnt right i m super super depressed my medication was changed and its not making things better i didnt even switch meds just dosage but im so fucking sad#i just want to hurt myself and i dont wanna hurt myself but also i really really really do and instead im doing other self-destructive behavior that might not seem bad and i dunno im thinking i might have to contact my grandparents and be like#hey im thinking heavily about this stuff and im not sure i should be at school#but also going home or any where else is just gonna make me worse#and i just dont know what to do#i dont have the energy to do a n y thi ng#and i just wanna curl up and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep#and i just#i want to finish the semester now#i just want to be done and the fucking tags didnt save so lets just

rant for a bit longer cause now im even more upset

basically

im just really really fucking upset and i dont know what todo

i want to scream i just want to scream until my throat is red and raw and bleeding and i just want to slam my head against a concrete wall

but i dont wanna kill myself you know like thats too much work but god i want to die right now

like if i got hit by a car or something thats fine,its fine

but i dont wanna put in the work or anything

and i JUST switched my damn medication and i just

im not sure what to do anymore

i just hate myself, and im sad, and I’m getting to the point where i was when i tried to kill myself but i dont know wh a t t o d o

#tw #tw self harm #tw negative #tw self hate #tw suicide

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tyrantofthefirmament · 5 years

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Shocking Revelations

It’s been many weeks since Starscream has made contact with Shockwave and... stolen a protoform from the Well of AllSparks. During that time he has been putting off broaching the subject with Knockout, and the more time has passed, the more impossible that conversation seems. Now he has to explain not only why he is working with Shockwave, but also why he failed to mention it. He has no intention of explaining either, at least not yet, but under stress and with a lack of sleep, things don’t always go as intended...

@ask-dr-knockout is in block quotes

Clack clack clack clack clack CLANG clack

SLAM!

Starscream did not take it well when his pacing took him over the loose piece of plating in front of the medbay and he startled himself out of his racing thoughts. Hence the dent in the wall. He now stood, venting, with his wings half lowered and rigidly held.

Every moment since he left Shockwave’s lab had made him more tense. He’d tried burying himself in work, but his thoughts kept returning to the tiny Seeker in the tank, with no one to keep Shockwave from indulging his curiosity on it. He’d decided to take a break, but flying only made him think of the Seekers Shockwave wanted to clone, and his break had turned to restless pacing, which led him here.

Growling in frustration, he turned to drag himself back toward his console. Construction teams didn’t check in with themselves, and he still had to arrange tomorrow’s supply movements from Tarn. Pit, he’d spent all night getting nothing done.

Not long after Starscreams violently loud expression of frustration came the abrupt sounds of a rushed transformation soon followed by a clang and thud before a muffled swear from the oposite side of the wall over powered the once quiet hum of the medical bay.

clunk Clunk CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK!

VrrrWOOSH!

Footsteps aproached before the med bay doors cycled ubruptly wide open to reveal a pair of frowning dully lit halos.

Knockout looked around huffing as he rubbed at a fresh dent on his helm. His face wearing a recharge ridden scowel of discontent.

“Alright who is the wiseguy banging on my wall after hou-…!” Knockout cut of his speech that had most likely been meant for a underling or vehicon as his optics set sight on the cuprit to his painful awakening. His chest and shoulders instantly puffing up in suprise before his optics rew a bright angry red. Of all the childish… HE was supposed to know BETTER!

“STARSCREAM!! don’t you have any couth!” He glared stomping toward the other and pointing a finger into the silver mechs chest.

“Just because you repel recharge doesn’t mean the rest of us can! Just LOOK what you made me do! I thought for a moment the base was collapsing… again…” Knockout yelled in a harsh not so whisper gesturing to his slightly dented helm. “You made me transform out of recharge and hit my helm!” His voice mixed with a harsh static induced from his abruptly disrupted recharge and/or sleep deprived state.

“It’s not like this would have been the first semblance of a full recharge I was able to coax myself into after the horrors of what Soundwave and you absurdly acomplished!! You know… The same mech that resides just down the hall from me!” Knockout pointed out exasperated.

“That’s not even including the fact I have been working for the past week on analysis of Perceptor’s research! Intensive analysis!! The least you could do is keep it down but what do i wake to find… that you have oh so subtly put a dent in my wall!” He huffed grumpily… it was only after his own rant he noticed the angle of Starscream’s wings the clenched fist the tightly lifted shoulders… he backed up a bit…. away from Starscream and calmed his grumpy tone but only slightly. “What the scrap has gotten into you!” Knockout crossed his arms Glaring.

Starscream flinched when he heard Knockout coming, before whirling toward him with angrily flared wings. Oblivious to the irony, he motioned to the medic to keep his voice down, before he blinked, distracted.

“You recharge in alt mode?” The quiet question seemed to go unnoticed as Knockout continued his rant. Starscream didn’t appreciate this on top of everything else he was dealing with - couldn’t a mech stomp around his own base in the middle of the night without getting a full dressing down? He curled his talons into fists and stepped closer to Knockout, who finally shut up and backed off.

“Take a guess what’s gotten into me, Knockout! I’m trying to juggle a lot of different things right now, and as soon as I decided to take a break, your stupid floor panel practically tripped me! You thought the base was falling down? Really? Well the floor is certainly broken, so let’s add that to my to-do list!”

He thrashed his wings with finality and glared at Knockout. “Go back to bed so I can get some work done.”

“If I had to take a guess it be a sour mix of fuel and a long jaged staff up your-” He was interrupted by another harsh retort on Starscreams part.

Knockout steeled himself despite his instinct to shy away from the others claws when he was in this mood. But Given the past few months wether it was wise to do so or not he felt more confidant in expressing his distaste or opinions to the other.

“Oh and you think I am not! Do you know how many vehicons and crew repairs I have done in the past cycles all while balancing HQ repairs, ship repairs, this world changing research, AND scouting!” Knockout optics widened and he sputtered in offense as he placed a dramatic hand onto his chest before holding them out in exasperated explanation speaking in harsh angry whispers. “Look at my finish! I have bearly had time to buff myself Starscream!” He looked sad for a moment before his optics turned hard again.

“I dont know whats gotten into you tonight but YOU of all mechs should understand the concept of proper crew moral! It’s one thing putting up with your temper tantrums during the day fine! But a piece of loose paneling! this is unaceptable when your crew and only CMO is trying to get rest to work more efficiently for YOU!!” Static again filtered through his whisper as he forced the words.

Knockout huffed and sighed. “I do not appreciate being woken up for such a small pathetic reason!” He put his hands on his hips glaring at Starscream unrelenting.

Starscream thought his wings were up all the way, but he was mistaken. He flared them so wide they banged against his pauldrons, making himself look huge. “Oh, so I have one bad night and suddenly I’m bad for crew morale? What about my other bad nights? Is it fine as long as I stay in my quarters where no one can hear me? I was trying to get things done! Sorry you all have to put up with me!” His voice qualified only technically as a whisper - a harsh, rasping hiss that verged on the squeak he hated to admit he had when he was emotional. It wasn’t particularly quiet.

“The stupid loose paneling was just the last thing in a slew of scrap!” He raised his talons, not to scratch, but to enumerate all the things he was dealing with. No one pity partied as hard as him. He counted off each woe on his claws. “I’ve had to redo the construction schedule three times because of the rains. The old smelting factory in Tarn just caved in so that sets us back on supplies. I’ve got to step up repairs on the other ones. Soundwave is a ticking time bomb, as you’re oh so fond of reminding me. I’ve barely had time to think about finding Megatron and I don’t know if I can count on Soundwave when I do! I’m not having much trouble automating our radar based defenses without him, but it’s one more thing I have do myself, and it takes time we don’t have. Suddenly Shockwave’s dragged me into his schemes, and I’d rather train Phoenix but I’ve barely seen her. I can’t sleep, so I try to work, but yes, Knockout, it’s so pathetic to have a slightoverreaction to the slagging base being so dilapidated you can’t even walk thr-”

He suddenly stopped. He flicked a wing. Had he seriously said what he thought he just said? Maybe Knockout had tuned out his rant. He could hope…?

Knockout deflated a bit at Starscreams retort. “That’s not what I mea-” but Starscream continued cutting him off undaunted wich made Knockout irritable again.

Knockout huffed now tireing. much of his initial fight leaving him as his fatigue set in and oposed the prospect of continuing this verbal sparing match further. he rolled his optics shaking his helm at most of it now. Starscream always had to have the last word.

None of it had to do with the actual issue Knockout had with being woken up. all he realy wanted was some peace and quiet to recharge…. was that so much to ask?

He had half a mind to just tune out Starscream now and head for his room and deal with the others temper at his actions in the morning.

And that was just what he had been about to do as he was turning to walk away when his audials caught a terrifyingly familiar name uttered, one he had NEVER expected to be associated along with the rest of their team efforts…

Knockout paused as if he was thinking over if he had realy just heard the other correctly.

Suddenly he whipped back around his optics burning bright red all semblance of fatigue gone, replaced by a burning fury!

“SHOCKWAVE!…. SH- SHOCKWAVE!!!?? WHAT-” he stomped closer anger rattling his shoulders. “DID-” Stomp “YOU-” stomp stomp “DO!!”

Knockout latched onto the thin edges of Starscreams shoulder pauldrons and jirked the seeker down face to face with his porcelain furious visage.

“You said Shockwave!!! You mean the mech who invented PREDACONS! The mech who Whipped out VOS THAT SHOCKWAVE!! What about SHOCKWAVE!? Starscream!??” Ironically Knockout had betrayed his own peace and quiet as his voice reached for new hights.

Knockout released Starscream pushing him away as his own mix of anger, anxiety and fear took hold.

He began to pace not knowing what to do with his Flux of sudden emotions. In this situation normally he could keep his cool perhaps a bit better but this was too much, too sudden and he was too tired to deal with this now! his ventilation systems kicking into overdrive as he neered hyperventalation.

Why would Starscream put them all at such risk!?

Shockwave was a threat he was dangerious to all of them Soundwave had been bad enough but now this! Knockout tried to calm himself but failed for a moment as he held his helm from the onset of a panic attack while he paced Infront of Starscream. He could not believe this!! How could Starscream go behind his back! Wasn’t he supposed to consult him before making a decision like this!! Of course he was! His anger boiled anew.

Clank thunk thunk. CLANK

Knockout in his panic had tripped and almost fallen forward from the offending piece of flooring that had started this whole mess!

“St-pid peice-ofScrap!” He growled through clenched denta and plunged his sawblade into the floor cutting off the offending piece of scrap before chucking it unceremoniously down the hall before a watching Starscream.

A moment later Knockout spun around to again stare at Starscream and spent a few more vents managing to compose himself to a degree.

Once he felt composed he continued.

“Considering neither of us are going to be getting any recharge now…” Knockout spoke calmly despite himself. “Care to enlighten me on this matter too Starscream… since you saw fit not to consult me to begin with!!” His voice sharpened on the last few words.

He waited now forcing himself to calm down before he did something he regret and punch the other in the face that wouldn’t go over well…for either of them. Starscream wasn’t like Breakdown afterall where that might have made a proper point.

But just like Breakdown when he had went off and did something royaly idiotic.

Starscream also had PLENTY of explaining to do!

Starscream’s hopes rose just for a moment as Knockout turned to walk away. But then he paused and Starscream’s wings slowly sank.

Scrap.

He backpedalled as Knockout stormed toward him, flinching and shutting his eyes when he was grabbed. Fighting back didn’t occur to him - his mind was racing to come up with something to get himself out of trouble. Someone jerking his frame and yelling in his face made him scramble for something to appease, and long experience had conditioned him to resist bringing his claws to bear lest he make things worse for himself. “Knockout,” he whispered, opening one eye and motioning for him to be quiet.

He backed away farther when Knockout let go of him, looking around wildly in case anyone else heard them. Knockout might be angry, and he had reason to be, but there were Seekers in his team who would leave, if not kill him, if they heard he had let Shockwave live.

As he watched Knockout stomping around, his own sense of outrage flared back to life. Did he think he was stupid? That all those concerns weren’t ever present in his mind every time he talked to or looked at, or even thought about Shockwave?

He was afraid of Shockwave. But he needed what he could do, and… it was like old times… He really didn’t want to admit any of those things to Knockout. The longer he’d waited the harder it had been to come up with how he should tell him, until it was impossible. Because then he’d have to explain the delay, and face the accusations and berating.

Well now there was no more putting it off, but he still had nothing to say for himself. For a long moment he cast about for some way to begin at least. He snapped out if it when Knockout tripped and handily sawed the broken floor panel off. That was one way to do it, and it brought him enough vindication to defend himself when Knockout finally addressed him more calmly.

“I was going to tell you,” he huffed, drawing himself up. “Shockwave and I both monitor Decepticon channels, and naturally we found each other again. I had no intention of getting into any schemes with him when I asked a simple hypothetical question about the Well of AllSparks. No one here is a biologist. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you about it, but I knew you’d react exactly like this.” He brushed himself off where Knockout had grabbed him. “You don’t make it easy.”

“Realy Starscream were you?…” He rolled his optics listening. The nagging feeling of hurt returning. Did he want to replace him as a confidant? No that was rediculous! Wasnt it… He squashed it down.

Starscream continued to explain how this had all come about.

“Otherwise what your saying is you contacted him first… Primus…”

Knockout had been in the middle of pinching the bridge of his helm praying to Primus for strenth when Starscream accused him.

His helm snaped back up and he turned it very slowly to glare, almost baffled at the others ludicay for a moment before he could even bring himself to retort.

“Excuse me?! … hah hah! Iiiii~ make things dificult! Do you even hear yourself! Just uhhg! Just get in the med bay Starscream.”

Knockout quickly padded the medical bay doors open. At the doors swishing open he pointed into the room to indicate he wanted to have this conversation in a more private environment. As he was sure Starscream did as well.

“Leaders first…” Knockout spat.

After calming he realised his reaction could very well initiate a few eavesdropping eradicons soon… of course it was Starscreams fault for droping this on him instead of consulting him first! But Still he sensed Starscreams worry now… they couldn’t risk it that would not be ideal given the subject matter.

Once inside and the doors closed Knockout crossed his arms.

“So I make things dificult do I…? And you don’t supose adding Shockwave to the mess sounds like a sure fire method?” Knockout huffed.

“…what’s going on Starscream, just tell me…” Knockout sighed. “Why in your right mind did you think it was a good idea to contact that psychopath.” His shoulders fell a bit as he fought back the fear and hurt seeping into his voice. His optics on the other hand shown a different story.

why didn’t you trust me…

Starscream glared at Knockout but allowed himself to be ushered into the medbay, ducking his wings only enough to clear the doorframe before flaring them again. Once inside he turned to face Knockout, arms crossed on his chestplate.

“For your information, Knockout, I didn’t contact him first. Well, not on purpose. I didn’t seek him out. It was a comms frequency on a Decepticon channel, like I always look for. Once I knew it was him I couldn’t exactly cut off the channel without trying to find out what he was up to.”

He flicked a wing. That would have been a reasonable time to inform Knockout about the contact, but that wasn’t what he’d done. “Obviously we both suspected each other, and we were both trying to size each other up and see where things stood now that Megatron is gone.” Another wing flick. “We both told very little, and that was that. A short time later though, I was wondering about a biology question, and not a medical one. A… well, one that I would classify as mad science. Who better to ask?”

There was a long pause as Starscream tried to think which the several things that had happened next would upset Knockout the least. None, probably. He shifted and straightened his wings before continuing.

“He called me back with what I thought was an answer to that hypothetical question, but he… tricked me.” The last bit was mumbled quickly and quietly, because now that he’d said it all out loud the whole thing sounded like he’d given Shockwave the idea and then played directly into his hands for an obvious mad scheme. That might have been what happened but it wasn’t on purpose. And he also didn’t exactly have a problem with how things had turned out. He glanced around, not meeting Knockout’s gaze.

“I didn’t tell you because it all just sort of happened and it happened quickly, and… In retrospect I should have.”

“Oh joy more mad science!!! And here I thought you got your fill with me!… Of course he tricked you!! It’s Shoooockwaaaave!!!” Knockout facepalmed with a mild clang.

Despite his internal desire to interrupt further he resigned to listening to Starscreams explanations.

“Yes you should have…”

Knockout tensed when he realised Starscream had not only been in contact but had been meeting with Shockwave no doubt repeatedly for some time from the way he described things.

Happening quickly his aft. Starscream was lieing. He recognized that twitch in his wings.

What kind of crazy biology experimenting was so important Starscream repeatedly risk his saftey and kept it from one of his only confidants?! No matter how interesting a experiment Shockwave presented… Starscream still had been brash and it terrified Knockout to think about the what ifs.

“Starscream…. let me ask you this…” Knockouts voice had calmed but his tone was still serious.

“What do you suppose~ we would have done if Shockwave had tried to pull something drastic against you?… it could have left us all vulnerable without any knowledge as to what could have happened to you!” Knockout was looking at the far off wall in thought while he spoke. As if staring into a ghostly image of his own past.

“You can take care of yourself, but you made youself unnecisarily vulnerable and by extension us, to his subterfuge without a plan B. Without backup.” He paused but for only a moment.

“-And did you consider he’s still in contact with Predaking too? You could be in grave danger every time you are around him.” Knockouts concern filtered into his tone before his voice became hard again.

“This isn’t just about you and that lonely quest for ambition anymore! You have a loyal team who shares your goal! You have Phoenix and the squadron to look after! Stop acting like none of us matter when I know you don’t feel that way!” Knockout yelled his shoulders trembling not unlike the number of times he had failed to hide away his grief.

“This… slag you pulled its, it’s just like your reckless political days on vos before you learned to delegate! Or do you still not trust me to do my job!” Knockout raised his hand to point to Starscream then at himself before his arms flung wide in exclamation.

“You know better! And… I know you don’t want to hear this from me of all mechs… but that’s EXACTLY why I’m here telling you! Because you don’t want to hear it!” He stepped closer looking up into Starscreams optics with firm resolve.

“Starscream, Your too important now to take risks like this! And we can’t help you if you won’t let us!” Knockout looked up defiantly. He knew Starscream was going to be angry at him for this but he had to do something.

Knockout would not allow this.

Regardless of his own insecurities, He wouldn’t stand by and lose another friend to a trecherious enemy because they made foolish, rash decisions!

Not again!

At one point he might not have cared but now?… it terrified him to think how close he- they all had come to that same circumstance all over again.

He wouldn’t let it happen again. even if he had to face down Starscreams wrath to make that point.

He braced himself but never broke eye contact.

Starscream found it very hard to keep his wings flared as all of Knockout’s warnings and accusations piled up on him, but he managed, rolling the building hurt into his anger and focusing it all into maintaining his glare at the medic. At the mention of Predaking his hands began to shake, and when Knockout brought Phoenix into it he clenched his fists so tightly that Energon beaded up on his wrists.

“I know all that!” he yelled when Knockout was finally done. “You think I’m stupid?” They were standing so close together Starscream could easily strike Knockout for talking to him like that, for making him feel, well, stupid. He had taken all of that into account, many times over, every time he considered what was happening with Shockwave. They were things he accounted for, planned for, and set aside, satisfied he could handle it. Hearing it all laid out though, he found himself reeling. Perhaps he’d lost perspective on what was normal, having lived for so long with those sorts of calculated risks always in the back of his mind. But his risks hadn’t paid off… Ever.

He didn’t touch Knockout. Just for a moment, his wings quivered, but he flared them again. “I thought about all of it, Knockout! It wouldn’t be logical for him to try anything against me. Have you considered that everything is different now that Megatron is gone? He even told me he finally realized our former master played us against each other!” He thrashed his wings, trying to shake the recollection of the momentary understanding he and Shockwave had shared. He loathed agreeing with the scientist, even if it meant he was vindicated.

“I hate him, don’t worry about that. My claws ache to pierce his wretched Spark! But he offered me a chance to see the rebirth of my kind - actually see it with my own eyes. I went with him, and I didn’t know what he was going to do, but now he’s working for the Seekers. Let’s just say he owes me and he’s working it off so his death might be less painful. I’m not saying I trust him, because I admit he tricked me, but he needs my expertise this time as much as I need his.” He tried to sell that last point, as much to himself as to Knockout, but found it rang hollow.

“And-” he glanced away just for a moment, casting about for a finishing argument, before returning with an even fiercer stare. “And don’t you dare bring Phoenix into this! I kept everything separate with Shockwave because he can’t know about her. He’d be overcome with curiosity if he learned where she came from, and that’s unthinkable! Let him be in his lab with the Protoform, far away from here! I was figuring it out!” Even he knew that was lame. Compartmentalizing was no excuse for keeping Knockout out of the loop, but up until this very moment, it had made sense on some insane level. Knockout, Phoenix, his team, they were his world now. Shockwave was the past - an ally of convenience whom he was using for his own ends. It was a simple past where he knew what he had to do and who he had to do it to, and at times Starscream still missed it, perverse as it was. If Knockout was placed in that world… a world where Starscream used everyone and his every move was a cynical calculation, then Starscream would only hurt him again.

But now, looking at Knockout’s unwavering glare, his well justified anger and poorly concealed fear, he realized - he had hurt him anyway. He couldn’t juggle a world where he was not alone anymore, a world he still barely understood, and a familiar world where he had nothing - no one - to lose. He’d lose either way.

Finally his wings fell, and he looked down, busying himself with wiping away the Energon that dripped from his wrists. “I know I should have told you,” he said again, quietly now that he was out of excuses and bluster. “I - I’m sorry. I do trust you, and I’m not trying to do this alone. It’s just… alone is how I’ve had to do things. I always lose everyone and it’s usually because of Shockwave. And…” His voice staticked out but he continued anyway. “because of me. I was afraid to tell you. Jetfire left and even Thundercracker left. My Trypticon crew… they didn’t leave; Shockwave butchered them, but I couldn’t hold the station. The stakes were high then, just like now, and they left anyway, or were taken. I couldn’t stop it. I made mistakes… and they cost so much.”

He fell silent, waiting tensely for Knockout to berate him for not trusting him, like he always did. Still, he could weather that, because despite the fears he’d just confessed, he did trust him. He knew Knockout wouldn’t leave him again, deep down, though he feared losing him to Shockwave. Even if the Seekers caught wind of him working with the mass murderer of their kind, and turned on him as a traitor, Knockout wouldn’t leave him. So he’d let him be angry. Who wouldn’t be, having to deal with a mess like him?

Knockouts anger continued to boil as he listened to Starscream drone on and on in traditional outrage of how his insanity was a good idea…

However like a pin to a ballon the building fury suddenly released at 2 simple words.

“I’m sorry”

Knockout took a moment to process what he just heard… the words indeed spoken in true sincerity.

Knockouts shoulders fell in an instant all semblance of heated retort dying on his vocals. Instead he heaved a long tired sigh before approaching the seeker.

“Starscream… I am not Thundercracker or jetfire… and your not alone not anymore…” He placed a gentle palm on Starscream’s shoulder.

“Just because I think you’re out of your processor for dabbling with Shockwave for what possibly could be the most backwards risky unethical scheme to date, doesn’t mean I’m going to leave… besides someone need to stick around to watch the rear.” Knockout smirked with a knowing glint that Starscream would recognize.

“And quite honestly, this whole conversation is completely exhausting for the both of us and at this point I know too much and your not going to kill me soooo you might as well tell me everything now so we can both get back to recharge…” Knockout pulled up a chair inviting the seeker to take a seat before he did so behind his desk.

However before Starscream could begin to elaborate he held up a single digits signaling a momentary pause. During which time Knockout retrieved 2 energon canisters and promptly placed them before filling them with a particularly strong grade of highgrade.

“Cheers” Knockout lifted the canister before promptly throwing it back in one swig.

“Alright, begin”

Starscream waited with downcast optics for Knockout to respond. None of his excuses made any sense and he knew it, but even now he cast about for something to ward off the desperate feeling of not knowing what to do. The medic’s prolonged silence only made him more apprehensive with each passing moment. He was really going to get it, and he was too spent to put up another fight.

He tensed at the touch on his shoulder, not flinching but still drawing inward. Knockout’s assurance that he wasn’t Jetfire or Thundercracker only seemed to crack the welds on those old wounds and made them bleed. Starscream struggled to find his voice, barely managing to mutter, “I know…,” as he turned to face Knockout. He’d spent so long convincing himself that he hated the old friends who had abandoned him, that he didn’t need their help and was better off without them, and now it hurt to recall how earnestly and sometimes desperately he’d sought their advice and trusted them to have his back.

As he watched Knockout move off and offer him a seat, he tried to remember the knack of explaining a problem to someone and… asking for help. Civilizations on countless worlds had flourished and fallen since he’d last done so. Stars had burned out.

The medic’s sly jabs and matter-of-fact insistence that he divulge everything oddly did reassure Starscream. This was Knockout. He wasn’t going anywhere, and even the fact that he’d seen all of the same dangers Starscream himself had seen in the situation was a good start. Freaking outabout them hadn’t helped, but now that the shock had worn off, they could get down to business.

He eased down onto the seat and fussed with his wings a bit, not sure how to hold them.

“All right. I’ll tell you. Just keep it down.” He gave Knockout a sharp look, before taking his canister of Energon and turning slowly in his claws.

“As I said, I asked him a hypothetical question, about what would happen if an implanted Spark were taken from the Well prematurely. I was worried about whether there were any Seekers being born or not, and what was happening with them. I specifically told him not to try it.”

Starscream rolled his optics. “Of course, when does anyone listen to me? Anyway, a while later he called up to tell me he knew for certain that Seekers were being born, and could show me. I… went with him.”

For a long moment he grew quiet, staring into the fuel he held. “The Well was… it was incredible. And sure enough, at the bottom we found one. A Seeker.” He held his hands about three feet apart to show show Knockout how small the protoform had been, and a soft smile stole onto his face. “It was only this big, but you could already the wing roots forming. I was trying to think of when we might be able to venture down again and check on it, when I turned around to see Shockwave cutting it right out of the ground!”

He swept his hand and flared his wings, recalling his outrage at what Shockwave had done. “I didn’t know that’s what he was planning! But sticking it back in the hole it came from wouldn’t repair the damage. It would have died. So…. I flew it back to his lab, where it’s now growing in one of his cloning tanks.” Finally he knocked back his drink and set the empty canister down. “It’s the best thing he’s ever had in there by a long shot. Hmph. Unfortunately it does make killing him more complicated. At least for now.”

Knockout stared optics wide jaw slack… the high grade doing hardly a thing for him when faced with this type of taboo.

Knockouts shoulders were again shaking but his own shock over the horrendous act was enough to keep him quiet for the moment.

That was until the canister in his hand exploded into a thousand pieces despite his obvious restraint.

“He… you both took a newspark… a child… from the Allspark…” Knockout couldn’t look at Starscream but instead his saucered optics cast downward at the broken shards now littering the desk In front of him and the energon dripping from his hand that had accidentally been sliced by a few of the stray shards.

The damage was hardly what bothered him most.

He wanted to yell to be angry again to shake the other and scream his outrage but all he could do was stare in horrified shocked silence for what seemed to stretch on for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

Finally Knockout found his voice once more.

“Starscream… I need to see the protoform… what you and shockwave have done is… I just… take me to the lab we have work to do if that spark is going to survive with Shockwave.” Knockouts voice remained calm now but almost deadened. As if any semblance of personality was being blocked out or repressed.

getting up from his desk Knockout turned his back to the seeker still sitting at his desk while he retrieved a tool to extract the shards from his hand. cleaning it and bandaging the minor wounds he did not turn to face the other as he spoke again quietly.

“I think… you should go- take a flight, should help calm your nerves.” Knockout spoke his tone professional… impersonal.

“I will prepare for tomorrow…” was all the more Knockout spoke leaving no room for debate.

Starscream looked expectantly at Knockout once he’d come clean about everything that had happened. Surprisingly he did feel relieved now that he’d laid it all out. That is, until Knockout crushed the Energon canister in his grip. The Seeker’s wings whipped down, clanging against the back of the chair, and he stood partway, not sure what Knockout was about to do. He noted that the medic was quite pointed about lumping him in with Shockwave, and his wings flared slightly. It wasn’t fair.

“It was mostly Shockwave. I didn’t want to- I didn’t mean to… ” Trying to fill the silence only made it worse, and he trailed off, finally just nodding when Knockout said he needed to see the protoform.

Of course he did, and Starscream wanted him to. When Knockout got up to leave, Starscream started to follow him, relieved to have a new plan, to have help. His restless mind latched onto the idea of getting started and he forgot how tired he was. But when Knockout spoke, he stopped, wings sinking slowly behind him.

You should go.

He was glad, in a way, that Knockout wouldn’t look at him as he stood there at a loss, swinging one fist against his leg and blinking nervously. Knockout didn’t want him around… Perhaps the medic needed to think. That was probably it. But Starscream couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his wings, and he tried to force the memories of all the times Thundercracker had shut him out like that from his mind. It had happened more and more towards the end… This was different though. Knockout said he was going to help. Or perhaps, not so different after all, except that this time Starscream was going to let him.

Finally he turned and stepped toward the medbay door. “Tomorrow then,” he murmured, not looking back as he twitched his wings together and slunk out.

#compiled threads #shocking revelations #cut for length #getting a few more of these done

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Curly Imagine|Break a leg

I probably shouldnt be doing this. But I was drunk as hell. Ponyboy and Andy were here along with Brad. We were doing shit we werent supposed to after getting kicked out of Bucks party when they found out we were too young to be drinking there. Plus Tim told them to keep an eye out if I was over there.

We were hanging out on some old houses roof and we were drunk. We were having a contest on who could do the best cartwheel. I took credit for my great idea.

I eyed the next roof and I thought maybe I should try to jump to the next roof. It I bet I could do it. I think I was reading too much comics. “Im gonna jump to the next roof.” I told them. Pony laughed at me and Brad crossed his arms.

“You cant get over there Curly.” I rolled my eyes, Brad was annoying he was acting like my baby sitter.

“Here hold my cigarette.” I said while shoving it into Ponys hand.

“Holler to us when you make it over!”

I ran back and jumped off the roof but I dont think I made it. I slammed into the other side of the roof and fell on the ground. I reached out to stop mysel fbut I landed on my wrist too.

“FUCK!!!!!” I yelled from the ground.

I groaned as I craddled my wrist in my other hand. I bit my lip as I waited for the pain to really set in. I saw the boys climb down the house run toward me.

“Glory Curly, are you okay?” Brad asked.

“Do I fucking look okay Brad? Huh?” I sat up and tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I leaned against the side of the wall on my good arm.

“Maybe you should wait until we call your brother.” Brad said.

“You want me to re arrange your face Brad? Shut the hell up.” I snapped. Ponyboy went to the nearest pay phone probably to call Tim. I was gonna be in so much trouble. I slid to sit down to wait for my death.

Soon enough I heard his tires squealing down the street and him jumping out the car. I saw Angel in the front seat snickering. “Curly what the hell?” Tim yelled while walking over to me. Here we go.

He grabbed me by my jacket and yanked me up. “Do you not use your head Charles Shepard. I swear, why are you doing this to me?? Why, what am I doing wrong Charles?” He ranted while throwing me in the backseat. I didnt look at the boys while Tim drove to the hospital.

“Buddy boy if your arm broke you aint going anywhere but to school. Got it?”

I sat on the table waiting for the doctor to say something .

“Well you fractured your collarbone and your wrist.” The doctor said while examining the x ray. Tim glared at me and I avoided looking at him. “So do you mind telling me what happened?” The doctor asked.

“Well…I.. okay so I was running onto the next roof and I slammed into the wall and fell. To the ground. And tried to stop my fall.”

“Charles maybe you should think things out before carrying on with the act.” The doctor suggested.

“Doc, he’s broken his arm twice. Once from climbing up the telephone pole. The other from falling off a ladder. I- I really dont know what the hell to do with em.”

The doctor laughed at Tim and shrugged. “Maybe uhh, a sport when he’s all healed up. Speaking of healing, he's going to have to wear a cast for about a few weeks and come in for check ups.”

I stared at the heavy sling and groaned. I hated casts, they always itched the crap out of me. Tim smiled over at me, he knew how much I hated casts.

“Ill leave you guys to it. When you’re done make an appointment at the front office.”

He shut the door and Angela looked over at me. “Curly you coulda killed yaself!”

“Angel make his appointment will ya?” She crossed her arms and went to the front. Tim stared at me and I thought he was gonna yell at ne again. But instead he sighed.

“Im sorry I yelled kid.” I shrugged and played with my cast. “I just get worried about ya when I get calls about you doin stupid stuff.”

I laughed and looked at Tim. “I promise ya it makes a lot a’ sense in my mind.”

“Keep it up Im takin ya comics away Curly.” I laughed and he ruffled my curls and swatted his hand away.

“Quit it!”

Short drabble since I think Curly and Ponyboy have no common sense lol enjoy still taking requests ❤

#charles shepard #curtis brothers #curly shepard #curly #smut angela shepard #angela shepard #the outsiders headcannons #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders imagines #tim shepard #the outsiders

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Assassin: Chapter 6

A/N: Guys, I did not edit this but only so I could get this up tonight ! I will edit it in the morning, so I really hope this makes sense until then. Thank you to all the people that helped me with this fic, I’m far too tired to tag them but they know who they are. Sorry for the late post. Goodnight ❤️❤️

Warnings: I honestly dont know ran. Could be triggering, and there's smut

Word Count: 5455

The Whole Series : [here]

Mitch was almost catatonic as he stared blankly across the finely finished wooden desk at the wall adorned with framed doctorate degrees and accolades. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there or how even he’d found himself in there, but his mind was so overwhelmed with thoughts that he didn’t even really think about the reason. Mitch had been in his line of work for a very long time. Killing bad people was his hobby and his job, and he liked it. It kept his mind off of all the things that were now flooding in his brain.

Somehow, he proved to be unable to save the people he loved. First his supposed-to-be fiancé was murdered by terrorists. Which landed him in his current line of work, everyday he was alive just to inform her. But when she came into his life, he didn't know he could even have that same feeling again.

Although she was laying in a bed just a few doors down the hall, it did little to comfort him. He knew she was still hurting, he heard her screaming almost every night since they brought her there. Every time, he would catapult out of bed and run down the hall to her. Mitch knew that did little to comfort her, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. His heart ached when thinking about her, thinking about how long it took him to save her, thinking about what they did to her.

A week into her being taken, Mitch knew where she was. They all did, but the CIA was completely against him going in with the risk of losing the both of them. No matter how much he raved and ranted, they wouldn’t go in. The day he got the “okay”, he was packed and ready to go; determined to save her that minute.

“Rapp!” Herley’s loud voice boomed into the small room, interrupting his thoughts. Mitch could tell by his tone that he was angry, but couldn’t care less about what exactly. Mitch didn’t move, he didn’t respond. He just stayed fixated on the wall opposite of him.

“What the hell are you doing in here? We had a briefing with the attorney general forty five minutes ago and you were supposed to be there to give your report, and I find you sitting here looking at the wall!” He yelled, standing right next to Mitch who still didn’t look at him.

“You can sit here and mope around like a chump just because your girlfriend was taken hostage.” He barked again, this time giving Mitch a slight push.

Normally, Mitch would be completely pissed off at this point and it would end up in a brawl between the two. But he couldn’t right now, he couldn’t give in to the unorthodox tactics of Stan Hurley. So he didn’t respond, choosing to ignore the old man instead. Which only fueled the fire that Stan had been building inside him since he walked out of the meeting. He bent down, grabbed the collar of Mitch’s shirt and lifted him until he was eye level with him.

“You are one sad son of a bitch.” He growled at Mitch, who’d had enough of Stan for one night.

Rapp placed his hands over Stan’s and pried them off of him, his eyes staring dangerously into the old man’s. Stan kept the eye contact, but didn’t fight back when Mitch finally pulled his hands away and began to walking away.

“They’re not going to stop until they have her, Rapp. And next time you might not be able to save her.” Stan called out after him.

Something fierce erupted within Mitch’s body at Stan’s words. A small part of him knew that the old spy was right, that she could be taken again and that even if he found her next time, she might not be alive. But a greater part of him knew, that he’d never let that happen again.

“There won’t be a next time.” Mitch rasped, before slipping out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I’m cold, colder than I remember being when I fell asleep. I'm curled in a ball on the floor, the hard cement cutting into my cheek as I lay pressed against it. My eyes are shut, but I know where I am. I know I'm in the room, I know I’m not safe. I start to shake knowing any second Victor and Bates would be back to inflict some new form of inhuman torture on me. I curl into myself further, shivering as the cold thought crept up my back. A loud noise, the sound of a lock unlatching maybe, echoed into the room. I could hear them coming into the room, their footsteps so loud the closer they came... it was almost deafening. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out, no one can hear me anyway.

My throat was throbbing, a scorching hot burn filled it and I didn't know where the fire was coming from. My eyes stung, making fast tears stream down my face. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt warm arms, hard around my waist forcing me to an equally warm body, that I realized I was screaming. I never remembered starting to scream, I only remember the terrifying images of the two large men in dark uniforms coming towards me and an unprecedented fear rocking through my body.

I fought off the arms around me, screaming for them to get off me, to not touch me. Mitch’s gruff voice rang in my ears, snapping me out of my fit. I gasped loudly, looking up and meeting Mitch’s soft brown eyes. I turned into his body, sobbing wildly into his shirt as he hushed me tentatively; smoothing my hair back out of my face.

“You’re not there.” He reminded me. “They can’t hurt you.”

I tired to respond but, every time I opened my mouth, an even louder sob would pour out of my lips. Mitch only held me tighter, kissing my head softly. It took several minutes for me to calm down, my eyes aching from the amount of crying I’d done.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out.

“Sorry?” He questioned, pulling me back slightly so he could look down at me. “For what?”

“For making you come in here every night.” I said simply, surprised that it wasn’t more obvious.

He chuckled halfheartedly, “You’re not making me do anything. I want to be here for you… because I couldn’t be before.”

His face fell fractionally, guilt filling his eyes. My stomach turned as I watched the war inside of him rage on. It took several days of seeing him for me to realize I wasn’t dreaming. But he was different than I’d remembered him. It’d been a month since I’d seen him last and it has been hard on the both of us; he walked differently— talked differently even. I couldn’t understand it at first. I thought that my trauma had made me more aware of my surroundings and, in that, of the people I thought I knew, But when I heard Stan yelling at Mitch one night about moping around, because he couldn’t save me; I finally understood. I’ve only known vaguely of Mitch’s past relationship. But whatever happened to her, I know he hated himself for it. My capturing brought forth all the suppressed feelings he’d been harbouring for God knows how long.

“You don’t have to, Mitch.” I whispered, bowing my head. I didn’t want to be the reason he didn’t get sleep at night.

He lifted my chin, our eyes meeting again. “There’s nowhere in the world I want to be more than right here, with you.”

I gave him a small smile, my gaze fleeting to his lips before catching myself and focusing back on his eyes. He smiled and it warmed my body, deliciously. The feeling, however, turned to complete dread at the thought of him seeing my body, let alone touching it. Being captured had done a number on me, mentally but also physically. My body was covered in scars and bruises, virtually from head to toe. I’d been destroyed, desecrated. I hardly recognized my own body with how damaged it was. I cringed at the thought of him running his hands over all the ugly that was left there.

I nuzzled my head into his chest, effectively ending the sexual tension I had created. After what I'd been through the last thing I wanted was to have sex, but God did I want Mitch. He chuckled, but he maneuvered himself better on the bed to be more comfortable and held me. We laid like that for awhile, the silence only being broken by our breathing.

“I don’t want to be helpless again.” I said into his chest.

He hummed as if barely conscious, rustling slightly before resting his head on top of mine. I wasn't sure if he was awake or not, I couldn't wake him again just to vent. He’s done enough for me and the least I could do was let him sleep. But my mind wouldn’t settle, I couldn’t get that thought out of my head. I don’t want to be helpless again.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, but I wasn’t sure when or for how long. Yet, it didn’t stop me from waking up in a fit of quiet, hiccuping sobs and tears again. This time I was quiet enough not to disturb the slumbering man wrapped around me. Unwrapping Mitch’s arms from the tight grip they had on me, I rolled out of the bed, shivering as I left his body heat and realizing how cold it was in here.

I'd been wearing the long shirt around my body since I was first brought to the house we were in. I took such a long shower that the water began to run cold, but I didn't care. I wanted the whole experience to wash off me and flow down the drain. I’d been wearing the shirt to sleep in for so long that it was stained with my tears, and I almost wanted to chastise myself for it. Deciding to give myself a break, I shrugged the item off and pulling a big jumper from where it was slung over a chair. I instantly smelled the scent of a familiar cologne, as it filled my nose. I smiled slightly, letting the sleeves fall over my hands and lifting them to my nose.

The room was filled with Mitch's soft snores as he slept peacefully on my bed. I envied him for being able to sleep so soundly, knowing that it would be a long time before I found that again; if ever. I peered through around the room, making out what I could in the dull light. I quickly became frustrated with the lack of light that was being cast into the room and looked to see where it was coming from anyways. When I reached the door, I noticed the light from the hallway slipped through the underneath of it, warm and yellow. I hadn't noticed it until now, but for the first time ever I wondered what was on the other side of the door. Furthermore what the rest of the placed that I had been living for weeks now looked like.

I walked over to the door and pulling it open, the light blinded me instantly. I cover my eyes with the back of my hand, letting myself against. It wasn't much, just a long corridor with several doors. But it was more than I'd seen in a long time so I decided to take a walk around the place where we’d been staying. I made a venture through almost every room three times. There was a library with books that were to mind numbing to keep my attention, a study that looks hardly touch, a few empty bedrooms, and a bathroom. It wasn't much and I was rather unimpressed with the whole place, not really sure what I'd really expected. I almost decided to crawl back into bed with Mitch, allowing his arms to engulf me again even though I knew I'd probably lay awake from or the rest of the night. But my eyes locked onto another door down the hall that I hadn’t noticed before. I wasn't sure how I'd missed it, but chose to take a look before retiring to me bed.

Letting my hand land on the knob, I twisted and stepped forwards, not expecting the door to be locked or my nose to collide with the solid wood. I frowned, rubbing over the sore spot and wondering just why it was locked since none of the other doors in the house were. Lucky for me, my dad had taught me how to pick simple locks like this and I grinned, pulled out a bobby pin from my hair as strands of hair fell out. I turned heading back to the study I'd been in earlier and rifling through the drawers until I found a paper clip. I smiled at the small piece of metal and padded back to the locked door and kneeling in front of it.

Soon enough, the satisfying click of a door sounded softly and I pinned the clip back in my hair, pushing the door open and stepping inside the room. I let the door fall close behind, barely noticing when it didn't shut all the way. I searched the wall near the door for a light switch before finding it and flicking it light on. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the white fluorescent light before they widened, processing what lined the walls. Rows and rows of different guns hung on like artwork. An armoury much more advanced than the one my father had ever owned, adorning the walls.

Adrenaline surged my veins as a new sense of safety, one I hadn’t felt since before the incident, flooded me. I swallowed thickly, letting my fingers brush over the hard metals with varying textures and grips. I stopped in front of a small handgun, reaching out to take it from the wall. I turned the object over and over in my hands, glancing up, looking around, almost like I was going to be caught somewhere I shouldn't be (which I probably was).

I looked up, letting my eyes roam around the room again. They landed on a neatly hung collection of firing headphones, which sparked my intrigue. I took a step over to them eyeing the closely, furrowing my brow again. It was strange to have the headphones without a range to use them at. I glanced around again, the gun still in hand, more thoroughly this time.

Yet another door I’d failed to notice stood slightly ajar, almost inviting me to go through to it. I knew already what lie beyond it, before I ever pushed it open. But it still surprised me when a single man firing range was displayed before me. I smiled, feeling a strong sense of confidence resonate within me. It was like a message from god. And I took it, turning back to the first room for a pair of headphones that I slipped onto my ears. Upon seeing it, I grabbed a round of ammunition and practically skipped back to the room with the firing range. I loaded the gun just like my dad had taught me, making to double check that the safety was on until I was ready to fire. I noticed a pair of discarded glasses, I quickly picked them up and pushed them onto my face.

The confidence that had once surged through me was quickly dwindling as I took a nervous step towards the booth, aiming for the previously punctured and well-worn out target. Clicking the safety off the gun, I raised it up with both hands sealed around it tightly. I took a deep breath, calming my nerves and remembering that despite not wanting too, I was to keep both eyes open and focus through the lens. I remembered how my dad used to laugh wildly at me when ever we went hunting and I shut my eyes to fire.

’That'll never do in a gunfight, love.’ He'd chuckle.

My finger was trembling on the trigger and I tried my hardest to stilled them. I took another deep breath before clenching around it tightly and letting the resounding shot ring out through the room, tearing into the outer edge of the target.

I wasn’t, however, expecting the kick back, the weapon jumping backwards in my arms the blunt end hitting my cheekbone and sending my body stumbling backward as I barely caught myself from falling. I cursed under my breath as I felt strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist to stop me from stumbling back any further. A chuckle was pressed into my neck, stubble tickling my skin. “Damn, I didn’t think you’d fall for me that quick.” He teased and I slapped his arm, pouting aimlessly as my eyebrows furrowed. I pulled the headphones, narrowing my eyes at him. He let me go so I could face him easier.

“Don’t tease me. I didn’t know the kickback would be that strong.” He didn’t stop snickering, the soft sounds filling the air and it was nice to see the usual apparent creases on his forehead gone as he smiled with me.

“Good thing I’d be the one aiming between the two of us.” He winked and I felt my face heat up, his hand cupping my jaw, thumb running over the sensitive patch where I’d injured myself. The smile fell from his face, replaced by a frown. A sad frown though, not the usual defensive one he normally held. No, this one was full of sorrow with a hint of worry.

“That’s going to be a nasty bruise.” He mumbled, letting his lips brush over my forehead delicately, hand threading into my hair and pulling me into a hug, my face pressed to his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, my face will be as ugly as the rest of my body then. It’ll match.” I sighed, my hands finding a place on his hips and he pulled away. He eyes were sad, matching his sad frown and his jaw set as he looked at me.

“But, you’re beautiful.”

The comment caught me off guard as a slew of emotions hit me all roughly at the same time. I wanted to blush, but also wanted to yell at him for lying to me. I knew my new body was anything but beautiful. What I wasn't sure of was whether he thought so or not. I looked into his eyes, looking for any trace of doubt in them. I found none which was more frustrating than if I'd found any at all. Mitch was quickly becoming a conundrum that I couldn't figure out. Which made me pleasantly cautious of him.

He had a ghost of a smile playing on his lips when I disconnected from my thoughts. I didn't dare ask why, so pulled away from and returned back to the booth. I needed this, I needed to be a better shot. I felt safe knowing I had the gun in my hand. But after what happened, I was too shaky to use it anymore. I pulled my headphones back on, lifting the gun once again.

I was startled when I felt Mitch’s lean body pressed against mine, had it been literally anyone else I would have turned and aim the gun right in there face. But Mitch had some sort of hold over me, that prevented me from not trusting him. It stemmed all the way back to when we first met, this overwhelming sense of familiarity coming over me as our eyes caught one another's.

I think that's the reason we'd come so far. It was way, although batter and bruised, I was able to maintain a sliver of hope when captured by an enemy that wasn't mine. I felt safe with Mitch Rapp, a kind of safe I hadn't felt since before my father died.

His arms reached up, laying themselves over mine that were still extended outwards. He slightly adjusted my positioning of the gun as well my grip on it. “You want to keep it straight, like this” he showed me, his words tickling my ear.

“And you need to stand like this.” He ordered, removing his hands from mine and placing them on my waist as he set his foot in between both of mine and tapped them until they were separated at his desired spacing.

I felt my core ignite at his touch, the warmth of his hand radiating through my jumper. I tried to ignore the sensations, not sure if I was ready to head down that path. Although, I definitely wanted too.

“Now,” he said, his face back next to mine. “You have to know your target, but that's not where you shoot.”

I did my best to focus on his words, but his lips moving so close to me mixed with the occasional scraping for his beard sent the most beautiful jolt through my body. I was confused by the way my body seemed to so easily respond to him.

“Then you fire. Got it?” He finished and I cursed myself for not paying better attention.

“Think so?” I said, my bewilderment evident.

He chuckled, the noise welcoming, releasing one of my hips of his hands and setting it underneath my arm to keep it straight. “Just breathe, aim, and shoot. In that order.”

I nodded, looking down the line of sight of the pistol at the abused target. I felt my palms begin to sweat and my finger uneasy on the trigger. I was never afraid of anything, but suddenly the target turned into Victor or Bates. They're angry eyes fixated on me, setting my nerves on edge.

“Breathe, aim, shoot. You got this.” He reassured me, his voice abruptly bringing back to the present.

I took his words in. Taking a deep calming breath, I aimed for the target (specifically at the center of the head), and finally, without a sending thought, I pulled the trigger back. The bullet dislodged from the chamber, shooting out towards the target. The kickback was expected this time and I was able to bring it back down quickly. I tore off my safety glasses eager to see where the bullet had landed.

I smiled when I saw that I had hit, just off center, of where I wanted to hit. It wasn't perfect, but I didn't miss and that's all I cared about. I pulled off my headphones placing them and the gun down on ledge of the booth before turning in Mitch’s arm, drawing him into a big hug.

“Oh my god! I fucking hit it! Holy shit! Thank you!” I squealed with such utter excitement I was practically jumping in his arms. He let a laugh roll out of his chest, as he hugged me back.

I pulled back slightly from him, a big smile plastered on his face. The one on his, however, was one of contentment. Like the sheer thought that he had made me happy was enough for him. And maybe it was the over amount of joy I felt for my small victory or maybe it was the feelings I kept swallowing every time I was around Mitch, but either way I didn't stop myself when I pushed my head forward colliding his lips with mine.

We stumbled into my room, the door banging off the wall, as we tore article of clothing one after the other from each other. Our lips somehow never disconnected, which lead to a lot of bumping into everything on our way to my room. It was when he went to pull off my jumper, that I stopped him. Pulling out of our kiss, my stomach turning.

He was left in just his jeans that hung open, letting his dark blue boxer briefs peek through. He looked down at me his eyes searching my face intently. I bit down on my lip, pulling up the collar of the jumper higher on my neck. He understood instantly, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek.

“We don't have to- I just want you to be comfortable.” He said softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Truth was, I was comfortable with him. I only felt normal when he was with me. But the fear of him touching me, the bare me, the one that hardly anyone had seen and not even I had touched; made me feel sick. But I couldn't stop the feeling between my legs that ached with Mitch standing in front of me half naked, staring down at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.

“Can we go slow?” I said finally, swallowing thickly at my own words and turning my gaze bashfully to the floor.

He pulled me into a hung, pressing his lips to my forehead and holding me there for a long minute before speaking. “We can do whatever you want.”

I exhaled, relaxing for what felt like the first time in forever. Mitch walked over to the open door and closed it, ending the light provided from the hallway and cloaking the room in darkness. It was quiet for awhile as our eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“You sure you want to do this?” Mitch asked his voice coming from behind me. A second later, his warm presence apparent as his front met my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his words ringing sweetly in my ear.

I nodded, nerves preventing me from speaking. But I mustered up enough courage to pull off my only remaining piece of clothing, my jumper, and letting it fall to the floor. I could feel Mitch's chest muscles perfectly now against my back, lean and tight. He ran his hands softly down my arms, creating goosebumps as he began kissing along the crook of my neck and onto my shoulder. I sighed gently, leaning my head to the opposite side to give him better access. He wrapped his arms around my waist, schlepping me backwards toward him.

I savoured every stroke of his lips, every chafe of his stubbled face. Allowing it stir the pot of desire within me. Freed one of his hands from my waist, letting it move smoothly down past my belly button and brush against my heat. I hissed, feeling my core grow more wet at his touch.

“Please.” I whispered, not even knowing the words were going to fall out of mouth.

“Anything for you.” He hummed back in my ear before skimming his fingers between my folds and swirling them in my arousal.

I layed my head back on his shoulder as he nibbled tenderly on my ear and moved his finger skilfully in different patterns and rotations. I rolled my hips against his dexterous digits, creating a whole new friction that left my breathing uneven. I clutched on to his arms as the my climax slowly bubbling up in me.

“Mitch.” I breathed. He didn't respond, he only turned his head into mine our lips connecting and intensify my pleasure. He moved his fingers faster, while his lips moved lazily over mine and it was only a matter of time before he had me cumming all over his fingers as I moaned into our kiss.

I pulled away, giving both a second to catch our breath. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, his erection practically begging to burst from its confinements. I snaked my hand awkwardly behind me, pulling at his jeans and boxers with one hand; wordlessly telling him I wanted them of. He detached his arms from around me, zipping his pants down the rest of the way before shimmying out of his last bit of clothing. I turned to face him, craving his lips in mine again. I heard his garments hit the floor and I seized the opportunity to push me back onto the bed. I barely saw him bounce, but I heard the springs creaking and his quiet chortle as he did.

I smiled, climbing on top of him and resting just above his pelvis using his chest for balance. Even in the dark, I could see his the glimmer in his eyes as he beamed up at me. I bent down, giving him a chaste kiss before sitting back up again. He whined, making me smile again. He curled his arm around me, lifting his body up so it was parallel to mine. I giggled at his sudden change of position, placing my legs on either side of him for better symmetry.

“Kiss me.” He murmured enticingly.

I tied my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him once again. This was quickly becoming my favourite hobby, even if my lips were becoming more swollen with every kiss. The want for him was suddenly overwhelming and just touching him wasn't enough, I want to be as close to him as I could possibly be. I migrated one of my arms from around his neck, trailing it down his body, and reaching between us. I enveloped my hand around his length, feeling it twitch in my hand. He let out a sigh, even though our lips stayed connected as I began pumping him slowly. He hummed as I ran his tip along my sensitive bundle of nerves, before aligning it with my entrance

I moved from our kiss, readying myself for the feeling I'd been wanting for awhile now. I slide down slowly on his sex, the fullness he gave me making let out a moan I didn't even know was in me. Mitch's hands latched onto my hips, holding me at his hilt until I'd fully adjust to his size. I held onto his shoulders, squeezing and praying I wasn't hurting him by doing so. With his guidance, I began moving at an even tempo. Sliding all the way up before ploughing back down on him. He groaned, clutching my hips tighter but still allowed me to go my own pace.

It was mesmeric, the way he felt inside me. He filled me handsomely, while the sounds he uttered had me pining for more. When his lips pressed against my chest I lost it, wanton moans escaping my throat and my speed picking up almost instantaneously. I bouncing against him, hips own hips carefully starting their own rhythm. I enthralled my fingers into his hair, tugging softly on the stands at the base of his neck. This stirred something in him because he held my hips tight so I could move on him any longer and began plunging into my perfectly.

I left my head fall back as his lips attacked to my skin and his dick pushed into quickly and deeply. His own moans mixing with mine until the whole room was alive with them. This time when my orgasm collapsed on to me, I didn't see it coming. Mitch's lips were working their way back up my body towards my neck, when it happened. My walls closed in around him, tighten the space he was moving in. I clutched the stands of his hair for dear life as his name tumbled from my lips.

I couldn't be sure which one of those things had him cuming seconds after me, but he did. His warm fluids coating my walls as both of us rode out the rest of our high.

Mitch was sleeping again, his snores soft and content as his body intertwined with mine. I was enjoying the safety that he provided me. I could let my guard down without any fear that I'd be vulnerable.

But I couldn't help my thoughts as I wondered what would happen if Mitch wasn't there one day. Like he wasn't before. I came to the quick realisation that I couldn't rely on Mitch to keep me safe. Where it was nice to know he was there, at any moment he couldn't be. I wanted to be prepare for that moment. I need to be.

That's when I decide that I would stop hiding away in my room. Stop letting my dreams take hold of my life. Stop being a victim and start being a survivor. In the morning, whatever it took, I would make Mitch help me learn to survive, to be a warrior. To be what my dad had always wanted me to be;

a fighter.

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It may have already been requested but rfa v and saeran helping mc with a period of bad depression and like they like self harmed/ tried to kill themselves (totally not a self indulgent ask hides in the darkness) thank you so much for your work

oooh what a good time for me to write this, in the middle of my depression wave :0 this actually was a good rant for me, thank u for the request! -Green💚

Warning: Mentions of self harm/attempts of suicide

Yoosung:

-it was just a normal day. that’s how they all start, right?

-you and Yoosung had actually just came home from a date

-nothing bad actually happened. It really was a great day.

-so why were you in the bathroom in the middle of the night, yoosung just in the other room, cradling yourself and sobbing your eyes out?

-you don’t know. you dont know you dontknwo you do n t k n oww

-god it all just hurt so bad. you don’t know what hurts, but it was throbbing

-you feel like your whole body is struggling against you and you’re about to burst out of your own skin.

-so you desperately get up and tug open drawers, not even aware of all the noise you were making

-you finally found some scissors at the bottom of one of the drawers. you cut yoosungs hair with this occasionally because hairstylists cost too much.

-you’re able to dig the blade deep into your hip only once by the time the bathroom door slams open

-when that door open, so did all the realization and the buzzing pain in your side

-you don’t even look at yoosung, you drop to the floor, throwing the blade away from you and cry

-there’s so much blood

-yoosung doesn’t really know how to act, because everything is happening so fast

-but the two of you are in each others arms and crying so loudly you’re scared you’ll wake the neighbors

-he’s petting your hair with shaking hands, telling you with a watery voice how he loves you and whatever you need he’ll get it, he’ll do it, anything for you, so don’t leave him.

Saeyoung:

-most likely the two of you are doing it together

-that was a horrible joke oh my god ANYWAYs

-Saeyoung was actually out on a mission for his agency let’s just pretend he didn’t quit yet

-and you’ve just grown numb without him around the house let’s also pretend saeran isn’t here okay

-you miss him a lot. like. way too much. but there’s something else.

-and you can’t even think straight as you’re walking out the bunker and out towards the road

-you doubt any cars will come but you lay down on the road and look at the sky. hopefully you’ll get hit while looking at the clouds change shape.

-happy thoughts :)

-your mind is cloudy and the world is hazy you really don’t notice the car coming towards you

-you jump when you hear the screech of breaks and you’re suddenly too aware of how close you were to dying

-and when you see your redhead come out of the car, you break and curl into yourself.

-more than anything, you’re ashamed. guilty. ashamed he saw you like this, in this state.

-Saeyoung is more confused than anything because it hasn’t clicked in his head fast enough that you were there hoping someone would run you over, but when he’s hearing you sob saying how you were sorry and you just couldn’t take it anymore, it does click. and now he’s crying too. oh god he’s crying so much

-he brings you back in the bunker, and barely is able to get you into the bedroom before he collapses.

-he’s holding his head in his hands and just crying all by himself, with you there infront of him.

-he’s crying for you to never leave him, that he’s sorry, that he’ll be better, just don’t leave him

-don’t leave him

Jumin:

-committing suicide was too easy in his penthouse

-you were all alone all day. it was so easy. so so easy

-those pills were just mocking you, so you finally took action and downed the whole bottle

-ha. take that, pills. you finally beat them and their stupid game. you finally won

-but did you really?

-little did u kno,,, Jumin came home early that day! Hooray…!

-ahha..ha..

-you hear him call out for you and out of instinct you turn around, slam the bathroom door and lock it.

-of course he hurries over and he asks what’s wrong

-and you kind of just

-look down at the empty bottle in your hands and you realize you’re going to die.

- “Jumin… I think I’m going to die.”

-CUE JUMIN SCREAMING

- “What?! ___, princess, are you alright?! What happened?! Open the door-”

- “I took all the pills. I just… they’re all gone. I took all of them..”

- “____, honey, what pills?”

- “I-i don’t really know? The title is hard to read… it’s the ones the therapist gave me..”

-the knocks get louder and more desperate

-without really thinking about it you open the door and suddenly you’re being dragged through the halls of your home with Jumin ,,

-jumin crying

-jumin crying?

- “Honey, why are you crying?”

- “___, you just tried to kill yourself. I don’t want that. I don’t want that ever, ___.”

- “oh.”

Jaehee:

-don’t DO THIS TO HER

-she walked in on you struggling to breathe while hanging in the air. your noose is the bed sheets

-she screams for what feels like the first time in her life. She’s never been more terrified then in that moment.

-Jaehee, if anything at all, is a quick thinker. She get’s up on the bed and quickly rips the sheets from the ceiling, making you drop down to the floor, gasping for air

-she tears the sheets off of your neck and shoves you into her, making you fall ontop of her and she doesn’t care

-her hands are gripping on your hair and back so tightly, and they’re moving all over you so fast like she’s trying to convince herself you’re still there

-she’s sobbing so bad and eventually her hands make it to your face and she’s kissing you all over

Zen:

-you have a low enough self-esteem as is

-being with zen really doesn’t raise it any higher

-he tries, he really does, but it makes you feel that much worse knowing that his efforts will never be enough for you.

-the comments will always get to you. the looks will always burn you.

-so maybe you should just do him a favor for once and just leave?

-you’re mindlessly cutting yourself in the mirror, not really thinking about anything other than dying and how you should run the blade a little deeper this next cut

-when you hear Zen come through the front door, you don’t really know what to do. So you sit still, frozen on the tile of the kitchen of course you have a mirror in the kitchen there’s a mirror in every room

-you don’t try to hide it. maybe when he sees you like this, he’ll finally get the idea that you aren’t worth it and you don’t deserve him. that he should leave you in the dust like you deserve.

-you make eye contact with him in the mirror, and his smile immediately drops

-good. you don’t deserve that either, that beautiful smile. you don’t deserve to look at him.

-Zen basically glides to you and forces your hand into the kitchen sink, spraying cold water over your wrists.

-you flinch at the feeling as he’s suddenly rubbing disinfectant over your cuts

-he hasn’t said a word, even as he’s began to bandage your arm. you don’t say anything either.

-when you’re all patched up, that’s when Zen finally takes a big breath, and you prepare yourself for the heartache when he breaks up with you. why would he want someone so obviously broken?

- “____, I love you. I’m not a liar, don’t think I am. I haven’t lied to you once since I’ve met you. I love you. I love you way too much to let you go. So don’t. Don’t go, okay? We’ll…. we’ll work on this. Together. Because you’re not alone. I’m here. I’m always going to be here.”

-this h u r t s

-you could never be like Rika. V would always have her in his heart, and you thought you could accept it. But that feeling. that feeling you could never truly earn V’s full love just because you weren’t who he wanted you to be stung more harshly than the water running through your nose

-you were drowning yourself in yours’ bathtub.

-it was ironic, no? didn’t V say that’s how Rika died? by drowning?

-ha. maybe this will make him love you more?

-your vision finally starts to go hazy and black when all the sudden everything is white and cold

-you’re gasping for air suddenly, and you look around you

-but. no one is there.

-you curl into your naked body in the tub, and you sob

-you couldn’t do it. you couldn’t do anything.

-by the time V came home, you were still in the cold water, holding yourself and shivering.

-he couldn’t really know anything was wrong, other than the fact you were horribly cold, and you needed to get out of the water and warm up, honey!!

- “V, I tried to kill myself.”

-..

- “…what..?”

- “I tried to drown myself in the tub and it never worked, I kept coming out last minute. I guess… I was hoping you would find me. But you didn’t.”

Saeran:

-n nn ooo o oo my ba b ab yyyy y

-Saeran had been a tad bit more… difficult to handle, lately.

-Saeyoung had noticed you struggling, so even he was trying to help a little more, even with the small amount of time he had.

-it was actually Saeyoung that had found you bleeding out in the bathroom, and it was Saeyoung who brought you to the hospital for emergency treatment.

-and it was Saeran who was called by his brother to inform him of your state.

-it was Saeran that punched the wall. Cried his eyes out and rushed over to the hospital

-he couldn’t understand it at first. why? why would you do this to him? why would you try to leave him?

-he almost wanted to get angry at you. but he couldn’t. he couldn’t do that when he knew it wasn’t your fault. it was his.

-you were fast asleep in the hospital bed, and Saeran wasn’t surprised. Apparently you had a very exhausting day.

-so he held your hand, and refused to leave your side until you woke up. And when you did, he had gotten his act together and greeted you with a smile.

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